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As my computer was infected with a stupid #%&%! virus, I couldn't do anything except sit and stare at my blank screen. Now, my baby is up and running and faster than before! HA! Take that stupid virus! So, thanks for not giving up on me.
- Anarya of Lorien.
CRYSTAL DREAMS
Chapter – 2 (The Seer's word)
Anya's Point of view:
It was weekend and as usual a colossal amount of homework had found its way into the Gryffindor common room. Clara was seated by my side burying her head on a book about some branch of Divination. Her brows were furrowed with concentration and God help those who were going to interrupt her now. I smiled as I turned to my own burden. Professor Binns had asked us to write three-foot long essay about the Last alliance between men and elves. I knew it was somewhere inside that voluminous collection of nonsense they called a book but it had been two hours since I had sat there trying to finish what I had started but I was having little progress.
Clara looked at me from her homework when I shut the book loudly. "What is it Anya? Aren't you doing your homework? Tomorrow will be too late, you know!" I turned to face my friend who looked at me with wide eyes. Her stare made me smile.
"I would do it if I knew where it was!" I pointed at the book. Clara gave a sound, which I could not make out. Was it amusement or exasperation? But she took the book in her hand just the same and scanned through the index.
"Aha! There it is! You've been looking in the wrong section! Here, I believe this is it." She placed the book back with it open at the page, which I had been hunting. I sat down and took out the parchment that I had rolled back, with a scowl on my face. I was about to go and have a nice nap but Nooo! There were some things that were a disadvantage when Clara was your friend. I was working on diligently about King Oropher and his alliance against some idiot called Morgoth when suddenly something flashed from my bag. I looked down to see the mirror shining brightly from my bag, reflecting the fire from the fireplace. I smiled a little as I stooped from my desk to get the object out. It felt cool to my touch. I was staring at it. I did not know when or why, but I felt as though I had looked at this very mirror many times before. But when and why? I was about to look back at it one more time when Clara called.
"What about the last alliance?"
"Oh shut up Clara!" I cried out. The letters shone in the firelight. It was a gift from a high noble or some rich person for sure for the white metal shone like bright light. Clara was also looking at the mirror only that she couldn't see her reflection.
"I know you're beautiful. Now if you would be kind enough, I want to sleep." She sounded irritated. I laid the mirror down and turned to look at her.
"Yes?" she gave me the look she reserved when she was impatient. I smiled as I raised my hand in mock surrender.
"All right! I am coming." I got up from my place and rolled my parchment. I was nearly done with the essay. A proper ending was what it needed. And I wouldn't hurry on that. I closed my inkpot and placed my quill down.
"All right sleepy head. Now march straight towards your dormitory. I will be there in a moment."
Clara got up, stifling a yawn. " You-you'd better be." I bowed my head in acceptance. She walked out of the dormitory. I was about to follow her when I saw something. The mirror lay on my table above the book about Ancient magical history. I grabbed it and followed my friend towards the spiral staircase that led to our dormitory.
Benedik's Point of view:
And to think that she had no recollection at all was a blow I wasn't expecting. I turned to gaze at the common room where just a moment ago she sat with Clara. I smiled as I thought of her. She was a Seer in her own accord and yet she did not know it. Had she not realized she had seen her friend's future? I sighed, as I knew the answer. No. I slowly moved out of the darkness where I had stood observing the two girls standing. In my hand I had an ornament. The design was highly artistic. It was a small filigree of a white, shining flower, interwoven amidst pale green leaves.
"Niphredil." I whispered. It was time, she knew. But to have a condition that her memories mustn't be forced! I let a growl with frustration. Wasn't she aware that it would be too late… too late for any amends to happen?
I placed the filigree in the middle of three candles whose fragrance had always wafted through our common room. Little did the people here know the virtues of these candles. Of their scents, songs were sung in days of yore. I closed my eyes as another sensation pierced my heart. Home. I was far away and it ached. I caressed the leaf once, as though expecting to feel home through it. Sighing, I placed the ornament amidst the candles. It would soon be the end of term. But this was more important than studies. Surely, her disappearance would prompt questions. And I would explain. I took out a parchment and spread it out before the arrangement. There was a chant in it. A chant to bring her to her destiny; it had to be done.
I started the chant in a slow hum. A mere buzz of syllables from my mouth. But soon, the words became more pronounced. More clearly, I could hear the dormitory door creak. I knew she had come.
"Julius, eh – what are you doing?" her voice sounded so naïve, it broke my heart when I though what I was to do next.
"This, lirimaer is your ticket home." I said, trying to sound cheery. I knew she wouldn't give in without a fight.
"My ticket home?" she repeated. She was thoroughly confused. I had completed the chant and the portal stood open. But only one who had lived there and was now living here at present could go. That meant only her or myself. And my time had not yet come.
"Come here, Laurelin." There was a hiss from behind. She did not like being called that. How strange she should hate the name, which she was so fond of when she lived there! Before her death! I smiled a little at the irony and turned to look at her. Her attire suggested hat she was about to dress for bed when she heard me chant. Her robes were intact. She was scowling at me. Her expression relaxed as she saw me smile.
"Have you got your wand and the mirror I gave you?"
"Yes – I mean. What?"
I smiled a little more.
"Anya, I am sorry for the amount of trouble I will be causing you." I stated as I moved towards her. She stared back at me as though stupefied.
"What do you-"
I did not wait for her to complete the sentence. I pushed her towards the filigree, towards the portal and when she had gone through it with a shower of harmless sparks, I had flung the ornament after her. The door was sealed. Only one now had the power to reopen the portal. The Lady of the Golden Woods.
"Ai, Elbereth! Guide her path." I breathed as I sank into a nearby chair exhausted.
Haldir's Point of view:
I stood there, not moving from my position as I scanned the premise before me. It was winter and snow fell heavily in the northern borders. I was clothed in grey cloaks of Lorien, and so it did not bother me.
"Eh, brother, if you don't mind, Rumil and I would like to stretch our legs. We have been cooped up for too long."
I turned to stare at them. "And you would shirk your duties as a Warden of the borders, my brother?" Orophin flinched a little at my tone. I hated myself for my harshness. And I hoped at least my brother knew this. And the fact that I had just visited her resting place made my misery even more pronounced.
"I am sorry, Orophin. You may go. But please return immediately." I said in a softer tone. They were my younger siblings. And it had been my duty to be their parent for years whose count I had lost long ago. Orophin smiled as he nodded his head and beckoned Rumil over.
I knew they would not return any time soon. I turned my attention back towards the bleak northern borders. Suddenly something caught my eyes as the mist in the distance cleared, a black figure lay on the ground. It took me about a moment to land onto the snow filled forest floor. I shouldered my bow and tightened my belt as I slowly walked towards the black bundle, which I beheld from afar.
As I drew closer, I found something that nearly took my breath away. There was a mortal woman lying unconscious in the forest of the elves of Lorien. I walked even closer to take a better look at her. She was robed in black while a red and golden coat of arms near her heart bore a lion on its hind legs, roaring. Beneath was written in the tongue of the Westron – Gryffindor. In her hand she held fast an ornament. It was that of a Niphredil amidst green leaves. I took it from her loosely held grip and placed it into the safe confines of my cloak. But why so, I couldn't answer myself. I was kneeling beside her looking around me when the sound of soft footfalls reached my ears. We were close to the borders. An unsafe place to wander in mists as this one.
"Daro." I shouted, waiting for some sort of answer.
"Haldir?" a voice sounded through the mists. It was her.
"Ai Ithilwen. You startled me." I saw her walk towards me. As she came near me, I found myself facing another March Warden of some ranks below me but in every way of the spirit, a warrior.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her, surprised. She smiled at me and walked even closer to kneel beside me to examine the mortal before us.
"The Lady wished you to take her into our borders." I nodded absently as I looked at her. She stood up and turned back to vanish through the mists.
"Farewell Haldir." Her voice sounded sad and remorseful. I nodded my head in farewell. Now here was a prospective that didn't settle with me! What was I going to do with an unconscious mortal? As though reading my thoughts, Ithilwen led into the opening, a horse. He was a mighty steed who looked as though at the mere suggestion from his master, he would bolt to the ends of the world. My horse.
"Arrna!" I smiled as I stroked his muzzle. He winnied in response and stood ready for my orders. "You shall bear me to my flet." Saying so, I placed the unconscious girl before me and mounted upon him myself. Just a nudge at the flanks and he flew towards our flet. I turned back to see Ithilwen stand there smiling at us. I nodded my head in thanks and turned my head towards the road ahead. What lay ahead I did not know. I looked down to see the innocent face senseless yet peaceful as though in a dream of pleasant memories. I smiled despite myself as I quickened Arrna's pace.
Okay, that was the end of Chapter 2. Please read and review.
- Anarya of Lorien.
