(Disclaimer: I own or claim none of Tolkein's work or characters, the only character that I claim is Brenna.)
Author's Note: Back again. I will try to submit as regularly as possible, but it may be sporadic. I'm still writing this story so hang in there. Enjoy
Light filtered across the room as dawn broke. Brenna stirred from her sleep to the sound of the preparations of the Riders of Rohan for their eminent departure. She threw back the covers and launched herself from bed to get ready. Lothiriel knocked and bustled into the room to help her friend. She insisted that Brenna at least wear a new riding outfit and change into one of the tunic and leggings. Brenna sighed, relenting for she knew that there was no arguing with Lothiriel once she set her mind on something.
She found herself dressed in a deep blue riding habit, with the under coats and layers of a lighter sky blue shade. Her signature silver stars were embroidered along the edges and there was a matching cloak to complete the look. Brenna admitted that it was a fashionable and wonderful looking outfit, and in her mind the only saving grave were the deep slits in the folds of the skirt that allowed for more functional movements. There were also leggings to be worn underneath the skirt to allow her the freedom of riding astride Ash, rather than side-saddle as was the norm for noblewomen.
Sighing she allowed Lothiriel to seat her at the vanity. Lothiriel brushed her hair out and began braiding her hair back, as an avid rider she knew that function was key. However, being a noblewoman herself, she knew that appearances were everything, thus she insisted that even though she may not like dressing so finely, it was necessary. Brenna knew the logic and understood what she was saying, but she preferred the simplicity of tunics and leggings.
The two women were chatting as a knock at the door interrupted them. Hanna came in the room and stopped, seeing that Brenna was already up and ready. She curtsied and took her leave knowing that she wasn't needed.
Brenna and Lothiriel stood and made their way to the door. On the way out Brenna grabbed her packs. Outside her door Lothiriel beckoned a passing servant and instructed them to take Brenna's packs to the stables to be put into the saddle bags of her horse. Brenna tried to protest, but Lothiriel shushed her and waited until the servant was gone before turning to her friend.
"I know that this is all new to you, and that you like to do things for yourself, but sometimes you need to keep up appearances and assert yourself according to your station," Lothiriel told her quietly. "Remember the lessons that we began and please try to understand what all of this means, not only in regards to your kin, but also in regards to your station because of who and what you are."
Brenna nodded losing herself to her thoughts. They walked in silence the remainder of the way to the dining hall. The others were already assembled as they entered the room. The men rose and waited for them to be seated before sitting down again.
Brenna absently put some fruit and bread with cheese on her plate. Lothiriel nudged her, bringing her mind back to the present. She looked around and realized that someone asked her something. Turning to Lothiriel, she noticed her friend subtly nodding towards Aragorn, indicating who had been speaking to her.
"Pardon me, but my mind was wandering," she explained.
"It is alright little sister. I asked if you were ready for your journey," he told her with concern showing on his face.
"Of course, my packs were already taken to the stables and once I'm done eating here I should be ready to go whenever the company is ready to move out," she told him. "I will be alright Aragorn, I know that it seems odd that I will be traveling without the Fellowship, and perhaps one day we can all travel together again, but this is now my journey."
Aragorn looked like he wanted to say something, but closed his mouth and shook his at himself. "I know little one, it is not that I don't trust the Riders and your guard to keep you safe, I just feel odd having you travel without us."
"Aragorn, my friend she'll be kept safe," Eomer assured his friend.
Nods and declarations of agreement were heard around the table. Brenna's entire guard was present, each of the representatives of the different lands were present and introduced themselves to her. Lothiriel's brother Amrothos nodded to her with a grin as he raised his glass in salute from across the table. Lothiriel chided her brother to behave.
Soon it was time to go. Brenna and Lothiriel stood and walked with their arms looped together down to the stables. They were flanked by the men of their families and the guard following behind. In the courtyard they found Ash ready and waiting. Brenna stepped forward, checking the straps and buckles of the saddle and bags to ensure their tightness. It wasn't that she didn't trust whomever had saddle the horse, but she'd rather be safe than sorry.
Lothiriel bid her brother goodbye and urged him to look after himself and her friend. He promised to do so, stepping back watching her as she went over to Brenna. He knew that his sister cared dearly for the young elf maiden. After everything the girl had done, she endeared herself to many people, especially those who saw her on the battlefield. Whether it was saving people while fighting, or saving them while healing, the girl had won over the people around her and brought out a protective streak in them. Amrothos would guard her simple because she was his sister's friend, but after she saved their brother on the battle field, well she would be kept safe if there was anything they could do about it.
Brenna and Lothiriel embraced and talked quietly. Aragorn and the other members of the Fellowship walked toward the pair. Brenna turned to her friends and offered a shaky smile. It was an emotional parting, even if it was only temporary. She expected to be back in six weeks time the absolute latest, if not sooner. By her calculations it would be two weeks of healing, if not less, two weeks of travel each way. She knew that they would be traveling with wagons and injured towards Rohan so it may take the full two weeks. They wouldn't be taking the same grueling pace that they rode to get to Minas Tirith. Their return trip was also allotted two weeks for the procession of Arwen and the return of the Rohirric delegation for the wedding of Aragorn.
She hugged each of her friends and told them that everything would be fine, even if she knew something was going to happen in the six weeks that they would be apart. She kept her musing to herself, because she didn't know when or who would even be involved. She didn't See it, but it was a feeling deep in her bones. Her facial expression must have given her away because Aragorn and Eomer pulled her aside.
"What is it Brenna?" Aragorn asked her urgently, but quietly.
"I can't really explain it. I feel that something will happen before I return safely here. Something will happen during our travels. I haven't Seen it so I have no way of knowing, but I can feel it," she told them, with a slight shiver.
Both men looked grim at her admission. They each turned to their men, pulling aside those appointed with her care and safety and relayed the message. Soon it was passed along throughout the company and they all knew they'd have to be on their guard. Brenna fidgeted with the skirts of her outfit, feeling guilty about not being able to say more.
"Brenna," Gandalf began, "is there nothing more you can tell us?"
"I wish there was, but as I said it's just a feeling. A deep feeling of dread in my bones," she confessed quietly.
He nodded and pulled her into a tight hug. She pulled back and smiled softly at him before turning to the rest of the Fellowship. Brenna stepped up to each of them and hugged them. When she reached Legolas, she whispered to him that she would tell his father that he was doing well. He hugged her tightly and thanked her as he would be staying with the rest of the Fellowship in Minas Tirith in preparation for the upcoming wedding of Aragorn.
They finished their goodbyes and Brenna made her way to Ash. She grabbed the pommel and swung herself up into the saddle. She quickly rearranged her skirts and took the reins. Leaning forward she murmured to Ash while petting his neck. Sitting back, she drew her cloak around her and pulled the hood upon her head. Her weapons were strapped on her back and side and her dagger was hidden in her boot.
Eomer and her guard fell in around her and moved forward. The call to move out was given and thus began their journey towards Rohan. The group wound down the circles of the Citadel, waving to the people as they went. Once they reach the Gate they picked up their pace.
Closing her eyes Brenna silently said a prayer for strength and guidance. She asked that the Valar keep them safe on this journey and watch over them. She opened her eyes and found the others watching her. Brenna gave them a reassuring smile and urged Ash a little faster with a laugh. The others kept pace with her, letting their horses stretch their legs, but soon they slowed and waited for the rest of the company to catch up, it would be a slow pace for the next week or so.
As promised, Aragorn sent wagon loads of food stuffs and provisions with the company and would send more when they traveled for Theoden's funeral. Other wagons were provided for the wounded, while some were able to sit horses for the journey. The group traveled strategically so that the wounded and wagons would not be more vulnerable than they already were.
They briefly stopped to rest the horses and have a quick meal around midday, but pushed onward to cover as much ground as they could as quickly as they could. Messengers had ridden out ahead of them to send a company to meet them to escort the wagons and wounded to Edoras. Scouts periodically went out in all directions to keep an eye out for any trouble.
Long hours passed as the day wore on. Eomer explained more about his home and people to Brenna. He talked to her about the plans that he hoped to implement in order to help them. She listened and made comments when she had an idea, but for the most part she let him talk. He was a good man, and he cared deeply for his people. She knew that he was troubled and burdened by the weight of the crown he now wore, but she also knew that under his rule the people of Rohan would flourish.
Soon it was time to make camp. The wagons circled in creating a barrier around the group. The wounded were helped to more comfortable positions, some of them opting to stay in the wagons to help keep watch and guard. Brenna firmly declined a tent being set up for her, telling them that it would just take up time and they needed to travel as swiftly as possible. Some of the men who didn't know her were shocked by this because they assumed that as a lady she'd demand comforts while traveling, but to those that knew her it endeared her to them all the more. She was thought of very highly by the men of Rohan and those that she had fought with on the battlefield. Though she was wearing a fine riding habit, she still slept on a bedroll on the ground like the rest of them. Hers was placed in the center of the group near the fire, for her protection and for warmth.
Brenna pulled her cloak and blankets tighter around her as the night wore on. Though the fire was kept going there was still a chill in the air. Eomer noticed and took one of the extra blankets and covered her. He knew that his men and the men of her guard were watching him. He nodded to them as he took his place by the fire, telling them quietly that she was shivering. Soon everyone with the exception of the guard fell asleep.
Dawn of the next day greeted them. Brenna grumbled sleepily and pulled the blankets up over her head much to the amusement of those around her. She sat up and blinked at them bleary eyed. Looking down she noticed the extra blanket and looked around in question. No one said anything so she just packed it up along with her bedroll and blanket. Quickly taking a brush to her hair, she braided it tightly back. She splashed a little water on her face and sat with the others to quickly eat something before moving out and breaking camp. She quickly made her way through the wounded checking with them and healing anything that she could while there was time. When she was done she turned back towards the center of camp.
Ash was saddled for her and brought to her by Haleth. He gave her a hand in mounting before stepping away to mount his own horse. He asked her about her dagger and she lifted the legging clad, booted foot where the dagger was concealed. The newest members of her guard looked a little surprised at that revelation. She also had her sword at her side, and twin daggers and bow strapped to her back. Her new quiver was also there, she had no idea what happened to the old one. She looked like one big contrast, part warrior and part noble lady.
She once again pulled her cloak up on her head and nodded to Eomer. He called for the company to move out. She rode flanked by her guard next to Eomer. The company talked among each other quietly and the day passed much as the day before. Each of the different groups within her guard chatted with her and talked of their homes and people. This was their routine for much of the journey. The days passed with little to no problems, though there were tracks of orcs found here and there.
Finally they reached Rohan and it only took seven of the fourteen days Brenna allotted herself for travel to Lothlorien. The company was greeted by an eored of riders on the border, hailing their new king. Eomer dispatched messengers to each of the provinces bringing news of his return and of the provisions arriving to Edoras. The wounded and wagon loads of supplies were directed towards Edoras. Brenna bid the men a safe journey until she saw them again. The Riders that didn't know her personally knew of her and nodded to her respectively as they took their leave.
Eomer made the journey across Rohan with Brenna with the majority of the able Riders present. He had decided that it would be an additional twenty Riders accompanying Brenna on her journey after her revelation prior to leaving Minas Tirith. With none of the wounded or wagons slowing them down they set out on a swift pace, flying across the plains. Brenna's laugh could be heard on the rushing wind passing them along the way. It was truly a sight to behold, her cloak billowing out behind her and her hair flying in the wind. Her cheeks were flush with the exhilaration of their pace. The Riders of Rohan felt the same joy and Eomer was pleased to see her able to keep up with them. They made it across Rohan in a day and a half.
At the border of the realm, it was a difficult parting for Eomer. He felt responsible for the small elf maiden. The Riders that would be staying with their king also felt a pang of reluctance to leave the girl.
"I'll be back before you know it. Look for our arrival in roughly three weeks," she told him. "I will try to make it back sooner if I can, but I'm not sure what awaits."
"Keep safe Brenna," Eomer urged her. "Aragorn and Lothiriel will have my hide if anything happens to you," he told her humorously.
With a grin tugging at her lips she hugged him. He hugged her back and released her stepping back and helping her mount Ash. He noticed that Elladan had watched the exchanged carefully, as did the rest of her guard. Sighing he shook his head and walked back to Firefoot his own horse.
He bid them a safe journey and called out in Rohirric for his men to guard her well, for she was like a little sister to him. Some of the men looked a little startled by this, but they nodded in understanding. Though not a member of the royal house, she was to be treated and kept as such. The Sons of Elrond, understanding this turned and nodded to Eomer with smiles tugging at their mouths. Elladan nodded at him before turning his horse.
Brenna had changed at one of the villages that they passed the day before. She now wore a soft green elvish tunic and leggings. Her riding habit was carefully folded and stowed into a bundle by one of the women in the village who helped her. She now looked like a maiden warrior elf. They rode out following the Anduin as planned. They kept close enough to the River to keep their course, but far enough that they wouldn't fall prey to an ambush. Brenna was kept surrounded by the group of sixty sent to protect her.
On the fifth day of their journey in the early hours of the morning, Brenna woke with a start. The guards and elves of the group were immediately up. The rest of the group was roused almost instantly. The seasoned warriors and battle honed men were up and armed immediately, forming a protective ring around Brenna. A twig snapped to their left, Brenna shivered in anticipation. A growl was heard somewhere in the dark.
Someone stoked the fire and the group saw that they were surrounded by the glowing eyes of wolves. Brenna whimpered slightly, and drew her sword. Torches were lit quickly as the pack circled around them. Brenna's company had reached the forest between Amon Hen and Lothlorien a day and half prior and now were closer to Lothlorien, but still not within its boundaries, they were still about a half day away.
The fetid breath of the wolves wafted to her nostrils causing her to gag. The other elves and some of the men closer were having similar problems. Brenna prayed for strength and aid from the Valar. Her forehead and hands glowed brightly in the dark, drawing more attention to her. She steeled herself and drew a breath as the attack began.
The men fought off the pack as best they could but these beasts were rogue Wargs of Isengard. The largest wolf broke through the circle and was heading right towards Brenna. She braced herself for the impact when it dropped. It was pierced by arrows. Many of the remaining wolves were dispatched the same way, though none in their group drew their bows.
From the dark a company of elves stepped forward. Haldir and Telgalad stepped forward greeting the mixed group of elves. Beleg was conversing with a darker haired elf. Brenna sunk to her knees breathing deeply. The ordeal had greatly shaken her. Elladan and Elrohir crouched at her side murmuring to her that all was well. Elladan pried the sword from her hand, seeing that she was still gripping it with white knuckles. He stowed the blade in her scabbard and he and his brother helped her to stand. She was still staring at the large Warg that had dropped a mere ten feet from her.
The group had gone silent seeing that she was so distressed. The elves knew of her parents' passing and how much Wargs and wolves affected her. Word was quietly spread through the men about it, not in a way to bandy her personal business about, but so they would understand. Elladan and Elrohir gently led her forward towards Haldir and the other elves. She was extremely pale and still shaking. She couldn't seem to snap out of if her knees gave out as she fell away losing consciousness. From a distance she heard the startled cries of those around her.
Brenna drifted to the Valar and found herself under the light of the Two Trees. Elbereth beckoned her forward and embraced her, soothing the shaking girl. The other Valar came forward to sooth the girl and calm her. They told her that she was safe and that trouble had passed. They let her know that her companions had quickly broke camp and set out for Lothlorien under the guidance of the elves. Elladan now held her as they traveled quickly towards the border of the elvish realm.
"Little one," Elbereth said soothingly. "All is well. You're safe and you have faced what you were dreading. You will only face minor setbacks on the return journey. Peace little one, we've got you. Now sleep and awaken well."
Brenna felt herself slip off to sleep. She felt the gentle touch of the Valar kissing her forehead and she slowly floated back to herself. She slept for a solid hour and the group traveled quickly. Their pace was spurned on by their concern for their charge.
She awoke in Elladan's tight hold as the sun crept over the horizon. She struggled to move and he tightened his grip. He called out something to the others, halting their progress as they turned to see her opening her eyes. A collective sigh of relief went through the group. She tried to move but he held her and dropped his gaze to hers.
"Are you well Brenna?" he asked quietly.
She nodded, "Yes, I am well. The Valar brought me to them to help me through that. Sorry to have worried you all."
Ash was brought forward for her to ride. Eothain looked her over as if checking for any injuries before nodding to her. "My lady, I'm glad you are well."
She mounted Ash and the group set out again. Brenna was introduced to Rumil and Orophin as well as the other elves that had come to their rescue. Telgalad introduced her to Faelchon, his close friend and the third representative of the Mirkwood elves in her guard. He was a silvery haired elf with hazel eyes. He gave her a friendly smile and bowed to her respectfully.
By midday they were nearly at the border, but they stopped to rest their horses and to eat something. Brenna stretched out her sore muscles and sat on a log eating some of the cured pork that Eomer had sent with them. The members of her elvish guard with the exception of Legolas were all present. They talked among themselves, catching up and exchanging news.
The men in her guard were also talking to each other. She was glad to see that they were mixing in and not staying segregated by country or race. Amrothos walked to her side and talked quietly to her. He asked how she was and if she needed anything. He looked genuinely concerned for her. She smiled and told him that she was fine now.
When they were all done eating and the horses were saddled again, they set out for the last leg of their journey to Lothlorien. In just a few hours they passed the borders and made their way towards the heart of the realm. Brenna felt and heard the Lady greet her in her mind and smiled softly to herself, returning the greeting in kind.
Some time later they reached the stables near the Talans housing the elves. Brenna dismounted and led Ash forward. One of the stable masters came forward and bowed to her. She took her packs from Ash and patted him in thanks before letting the elf take him to be brushed and watered.
Turning to the group she noticed the wide eyed looks on the faces of the men in her guard. They looked around in awe and reverence. Brenna grinned and walked over towards them.
"It was the same for me when I first came here," she told them softly. "There's a beauty and magic here unlike anywhere else."
Eothain looked at her and nodded. Brenna felt it come on before she could brace herself, the onslaught of visions buckled her knees as her eyes went wide. Flash! She saw herself and the Lady healing Lorien. Flash! She saw herself traveling to Mirkwood, now Greenwood. Flash! Their return journey would be spent dodging orcs until they reached Rohan. Flash! Eothain would meet his lioness on their arrival. Flash! They would be set upon in the open plains. Flash! The wedding of Aragorn and Arwen. Flash! Flash! Flash!
Her breathing was coming in gasps as she clutched her head. Elladan and Elrohir quickly went to her side soothing the ache for her. Her body trembled with the force behind the visions and her forehead and hands glowed brightly, even in the light of the otherworldly trees.
"So much for a peaceful journey," she mumbled, but apparently not quietly enough because Elladan asked her to explain.
"Visions are often private and meant only for the one seeing them," the lyrical voice of the Lady broke the silence.
She held her hand out to Brenna, helping her stand. "You have seen and done much young one, come let us get you cleaned and rested for the feast this night."
None protested the Lady, the men bowed respectfully in her presence and knew that they were truly blessed to have been allowed in such a place. They would be the last to see this land in all its glory with its leaders still dwelling there. They were lead to the same clearing that the Fellowship stayed in, more for their own comfort rather than distrust. The elves knew of their purpose and respected them for it.
The elves of her guard were led to Talans by Haldir and his brothers, while Brenna was led away by the Lady towards the Talan of the Lady and Lord. She was taken to the room she had bathed in before and shown the way to a set of rooms for her use during her stay. They explained to her that her parents Talan was being renovated and repaired for her use, but all of their things were kept safe for her.
Brenna stripped of her dirty tunic, and her riding habit was also taken to be cleaned. She stepped into the warm water and soaked, letting herself rest and relish the luxury of bathing. Scented oils were added to the water and she shampooed her hair, washing it thoroughly. She washed away the two weeks of travel grime from her body and rinsed. Upon returning to her room, she noticed a soft nearly transparent shift was laid out on the bed for her. A deep midnight blue dress with silver stars embroidered on the edges was draped carefully over a chair. Dressing in the shift, she climbed into the bed to nap.
A few hours later she was awoken when a she-elf came to her room. She assisted her in dressing and brushed out her hair. Her hair was then pulled back into an intricate woven pattern and tied away from her face. The elf took her leave and told her that her escort would arrive in a short time to bring her to the celebrations. She was a little confused about the celebrations, but she was a guest.
A knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts. Elladan and Elrohir were outside her door. They bowed to her and she nodded her head at them. Looping her arms through theirs, she allowed them both to lead her towards the stairs of the Talan. Below she could see in the large clearing below tables were placed and a large bonfire was constructed. A hush fell over the crowd as the Lord and Lady stood to meet them at the bottom of the stairs. They bowed to Brenna, thus the rest of those present did so as well. She dropped into a curtsy to show her respect for them. Arwen walked forward and took her hand. The two elleths walked behind Galadriel and Celeborn and Elladan and Elrohir followed behind them.
Brenna stopped suddenly looking to her right, Arwen looked at her in question and Brenna nodded towards the direction before she took off at a brisk walk. The wind swirled around her, making her gown seem to float upon the breeze. The others followed. Those of her guard who had been present during the other similar events knew that this was something that she needed to do.
Rumil and Orophin caught up to her quickly, telling her that she was headed towards where the battle had taken place. But she kept walking, turning to look at them she said, "I know."
She felt the ache and pain of the trees around her, so much so that it caught her breath. With trembling hands she reached out and touched the trees as she passed. Tears were spilling from her eyes as she quickened her pace. Around a bend she came to the charred battle-worn remnants of the forest. Walking forward she kicked off her slippers and lifted her gown off of the ground, despite the protest of the others.
Gingerly stepping into the clearing she started humming the songs of Vana. Her guard crept quietly next to her, one of them offered a blanket for her to kneel on, for they knew what she was about to do. Galadriel walked next to her in a similar fashion and knelt beside her on the blanket. Brenna closed her eyes and buried her hands into the scorched, but rich soil. She began singing the songs of the Valar, calling on the Water and the Wind to help heal. She sought out the dormant seed below the ground and urged them to take root and grow. She continued pushing her powers far and wide as a blue haze illuminated the scorched forest, showing the vast wasteland coming to life.
Galadriel mirrored her actions and followed the songs that were now bubbling up within her from a forgotten time. Her ring pulsed with power in sync with Brenna's. When the two began to sway Celeborn went to Galadriel and the Sons of Elrond as well as Elrond himself went to Brenna.
Letting out a weary breath, Brenna and Galadriel opened their eyes. All around them the blue healing magic of Brenna made the forest dance with life. She had a cool sheen of sweat on her brow, which Elrond wiped away as he checked her over. Her guard cleaned her hands and helped lead her out of the clearing back towards the party.
Soon word had spread that the healing of the forest had begun and many came to see. As she passed the elves bowed to her, she was uncomfortable with this, but Galadriel brushed her mind telling her that she had given them a great gift. She explained that she would be revered by the elves for her gifts and actions, that she would be guarded and kept safe.
When the group had reassembled in the clearing music was begun. Food was delicious and wine was flowing as was the mead. The elves were celebrating their freedom from the darkness, their departure to the Undying Lands, and now the Healing of their Home. It was a joyous occasion for all there.
Brenna was exhausted. She was happy for the elves here, but it was also bittersweet for her. The people of her mother were leaving these lands. As if sensing her thoughts, the Lady assured her that there would be those that would stay behind and depart when she was ready to go. Brenna nodded, comforted knowing that these beautiful woods wouldn't be abandoned for a long time.
The warm mead and rich food, combined with the exertion on her proved to be too much for Brenna and she fell asleep with her head on Arwen's shoulder. She giggled softly and looked down at her young friend fondly. Motioning to her brothers, she got their attention from their place at the fire. They and their father made their way over towards the elleths.
Elrond chuckled looking down at Brenna who was by now deeply sleeping, oblivious to the world around her. Sighing he scooped up the small elleth and beckoned his sons and daughter to follow him. They nodded to Celeborn and Galadriel, who also followed them up the stairs to the main Talan.
Elrond carried her to the rooms that she was staying in and gently laid her on the bed. He stepped out of the room as Arwen and Galadriel set about changing her into a night gown. Turning to his sons they and Celeborn went to a sitting area in their rooms.
"Elladan, tell me more of what you know of Brenna," Elrond inquired with a slight smile.
"Ada," Elladan began somewhat sheepishly, "I know that she is young and I will wait, but you should know that she's my other half." He told him with his voice thick with emotion.
Elrond nodded, "I am happy for you son, have patience with her. She has been through much and has a long and trying journey ahead of her."
Celeborn and Elrohir sat listening to the conversation. The hour was getting late when Galadriel and Arwen entered the room. They crossed the room to sit with their family members.
"She didn't even awaken when we were changing her," Arwen told them.
"Brenna used much of her energy and powers tonight. She is weary and needs rest. Her body is in a deep sleep right now," Galadriel explained. "She is still young, but she is growing into her powers. For one so young she is very powerful. In her time here in Arda she will do great things, but it will take its toll on her." Galadriel told them, her eyes had gone distant as she spoke.
"Come, let us retire for the evening," Celeborn said, rising to take her hand and escort her from the room.
The others rose and took their leave departing to their own rooms. They were all staying in the main Talan of the forest as kin to the Lord and Lady. Soon the sounds of the night lulled them all to sleep. Off in the distance the faint glow of blue could still be seen swirling in tendrils around the forest.
Brenna drifted in a deep sleep, uninterrupted and blessed by the Valar. They sent her body into a healing sleep. Wanting to give her body a chance to heal and recover from the exertion of her magic, they made sure that nothing would awaken her until the morning. The Valar had watched and knew how much she had done and all that she had been through.
The morning light trickled into Brenna's room, slowly stirring her awake. She sat up quickly, confused by her surroundings. Realizing that she was in her rooms, she peaked under the blankets and saw that she was in a nightgown. Embarrassment crept up in her as she realized that she had fallen asleep at the celebration and someone must have carried her to her rooms and changed her while she was sleeping.
A knock on the door startled her from her musings. Squeaking in surprise, she pulled the blankets up to her chin as Arwen bustled into the room. Sighing in relief she sat up as Arwen looked at her with humor.
"Good morning Brenna," Arwen said laughingly.
"Good morning," Brenna said sheepishly.
"I trust that you slept well my friend," Arwen asked. "You were exhausted after healing the forest last night. My father brought you here and then my grandmother and I put you in your nightgown."
"Ah, well that's embarrassing," Brenna said ruefully. "I don't know what happened I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"Calm Brenna. No one blames you, in fact it was expected that you would be tired after the exertion on your body. You used a lot of your powers last night." Arwen told her.
Brenna sighed and nodded her head. She sat on the edge of her bed with her feet touching the floor. Stretching out her muscles, she stood and walked to the table to wash the sleep from her eyes. Arwen went to the wardrobe and selected a fresh gown and the corresponding accessories. The rich wine colored dress and matching underdress. Like most of her other clothing, this dress had silver stars embroidered along the edges. It was a simple gown in comparison to others that she had worn, but it was the simplicity of it that made it so beautiful.
Arwen helped her into the gown and braided her hair for her. Brenna smile and thanked her as the two left her room. Brenna told her that she was going down to check on her Guard. She let Arwen know that she would return in a while to discuss the next course of action with her grandmother about the healing of Lorien.
Brenna was humming to herself and she descended the large stairs. She nodded to the elf centuries as she passed. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she followed the path towards where her Guard was staying. She absently ran her hands on the trees as she passed, smiling to herself. She didn't notice that the elves of Lorien were watching her from the trees above and some were watching her progress from their locations on the ground.
Haldir and his brothers followed behind her, giving her space. Haldir spoke to his brothers last night about Brenna. He told them of all that she had done during her short time in Middle Earth. It was with great joy he told them that their soul mates would be waiting for them in Valinor, as a reward and gift from the Valar for taking care of Brenna. Their joy, hope and elation was contagious. Haldir and the other elves of her guard were all celebrating last night, not just their victory and healing of their home, but also their future.
Brenna reached the clearing and Eothain called out to her in greeting. She laughed and walked forward towards him. Haldir and his brothers fell into step close behind her. Turning to them she smiled in greeting and motioned them over.
"Good morning," she said to everyone in general. "I hope everyone slept well last night. It was a long journey for us, but I'm glad that we made it here safely. I came here to let you know that I need to travel out through the forest to heal what I can. I need to travel to Mirkwood to heal their forest as well with what little time I have here."
"Lady Brenna," Rumil began, "We will follow wherever you need to go. We can lead you to the areas of the forest that are most affected, but I think we need to have you space out the amount of time that you spend healing," he told her respectively.
"Just Brenna is fine," she told him. "I agree, last night I overestimated how draining it was to heal the damage to the land. Could you lead me there so I can see the results to get a better idea of how much of my powers to use?" she asked him.
He and his brothers nodded. Brenna turned to Eothain and asked if any of the others would like to accompany them or if they'd rather stay. Most of the men decided to go and explore the land of their hosts. The offer of having guides who knew the land well was too good for them to pass up.
Once they were ready they set out towards the clearing where the bonfire was held the night before. Brenna nodded to the elves that she passed and smiled warmly at them in greeting. They walked for a time and Brenna began to hear and feel the forest calling to her much as it had the night before. She absently began humming and running her hands over the trees as she passed. Her brow was glowing brightly, shining like a beacon even in the daylight.
When they reached the clearing where they had been the night before it was like the forest had come to life. Sprouts and small saplings were sprouting up out of the charred and scorched forest floor. Tendrils of the magic could still be felt it was like an underlying hum of energy pulsing under their feet. Shoots of green were poking their way through the ground, a welcoming sight to the elves who called this forest their home.
The elves and men looked at Brenna in awe, seeing the full power of the small woman in their presence. She had called forth life in the black barren remains of the forest just hours before and already there was a visible difference.
Brenna picked her steps carefully as she ventured further into the clearing. She moved quietly and gently as the pull and call of the forest became too much for her to ignore. Walking with almost unseeing eyes she moved about fifty yards towards the East before stopping. The forest opened up into a scorched and parched looking meadow. Her heart ached and clutched at the loss.
Turning to Haldir she caught his eye. "I need a pouch from my rooms brought for me. It is wrapped in burlap and tied with twine, but it must be handled gently…" she stopped as Lady Galadriel stepped forward carrying the pouch she was talking about.
"I believe this is what you are looking for," the lyrical voice of the Lady rang in the clearing.
"Thank you my lady," Brenna responded as Galadriel handed her the pouch and a blanket.
Brenna placed the blanket on the ground and kneeled on it. Taking the precious pouch she unwrapped the burlap and pulled out a drawstring pouch. She placed the pouch carefully on the ground and began singing softly. The wind picked up and seemed to swirl around her as the power within her began to build. With one hand she began to make a hole in the ground in front of her and with the other she dug in the pouch. Taking a handful of the blossoms from Valinor she buried her hand in the ground. She closed her eyes and pushed her power out willing the blooms to grow and spread. Reaching blindly for the pouch she took a second handful and repeated the action. Calling water from deep in the ground, she willed the land to become fertile and to heal. A gasp behind her let her know that she was successful. With a sigh she pulled back and sat back on her heels.
Brenna opened her eyes and saw a rainbow of colors before her. A gentle breeze swirled around her, bringing with it the heady fragrance of the blooms. The breeze fanned out towards the heart of Lorien. Turning she looked at Galadriel who knelt next to her. Tears were silently streaming down her cheeks. She turned and touched Brenna's cheek affectionately before reaching out to reverently touch the blossoms.
Haldir helped Brenna stand while his brothers stood there staring at her. Celeborn had come to the clearing and was looking at the meadow in wonder. Elrond and his children had also come to see what was happening.
The group made their way from the clearing and word quickly spread of the meadow. Excited whispers could be heard as they passed by. Brenna was leaning heavily on Elladan who had stepped forward with his brother to make sure that she was well. She was tired, but there was a flush to her skin from the power that was still coursing through her veins.
They quickly reached the clearing where the main Talan was located and a crowd had assembled there. The Lord and Lady confirmed that the meadow was indeed healed and blooming with flowers from Valinor. Praises to the Valar wrung out and joyous songs were sung. Many left to see for themselves the healing that was taking place in their home.
A table with a wide selection of foods was brought for brunch. Brenna was quite hungry and thirsty, so she dug right in. She sat on a blanket that had been spread out under the shade of the trees, sitting with her back against the large trunk. She closed her eyes and let the sounds of the forest sooth her.
A gentle breeze began swirling around the clearing. Galadriel looked up almost startled and turned towards Brenna. She noticed the girl was almost in a trance-like state and her forehead was shining brightly, even in the daylight. She cautiously made her way to the girl's side.
Brenna eased into the visions and let them wash over her. Flash! King Thranduil was riding out to meet with the elves of Lorien. Flash! Brenna saw herself walking under the trees of Mirkwood and healing the lands. Flash! The delegation and escort of Arwen set out from Lothlorien. Flash! Eomer sat tall and proud on his steed keeping watch for them. Flash! A rogue band of orcs waylaid them on the way to Gondor. Flash! Frodo was suffering. Flash! Her elvish guard stepped off a ship onto white shores. Flash! Elvish children running and playing.
She pulled herself from the visions breathing heavily looking around with wide eyes. Turning to Galadriel, she smiled softly and nodded. Brenna noticed that the members of her guard were watching her carefully. Sighing she brushed herself off and stood.
"I will need to make my way to the next location to heal as soon as possible. I fear that I won't be able to heal all of it before our time here is done, but I will do my best," she said looking at the group. With a grin she turned toward Telgalad. "Your king and uncle makes his way to meet me, I need to reach the borders of your home in four days. I will heal what I can along the way before I come back here to finish my task."
Her words were met with an excited murmur from the elves of Mirkwood, waiting to travel and escort her to their home. Looking around her she realized that the elves that had fought in Helm's Deep had traveled to Lorien in its defense and remained awaiting her travels. The group began making plans for her travel and safety.
Eothain approached her as did the other Riders. "My lady, your entire guard will be traveling with you on your journey. We swore to protect you and to keep you safe. Until all of the dark forces are taken care of, we must be vigilant."
She noticed the other men of her group had stay and nodded in agreement. Amrothos nodded to her with a smile and turned back to his group of men, before stepping forward.
"Lady Brenna," Amrothos began, "If we are to make it to the forest and lands of Mirkwood in four days, we must set out soon and we will need to pack light."
Brenna grinned and looked down at her dress with a laugh. "Well, I suppose this requires a wardrobe change. Let me get my things and I'll meet everyone back here in an hour or so."
She turned and began her long walk up the stairs to her rooms. Silently making her way into the room, she began flitting around quickly gathering her things. Her packs were still sitting on a table, so all she really needed to do was change. A knock on the door startled her from her musings.
Lady Galadriel stepped into her room with a maid. Her tunic and riding outfit were laundered and cleaned. The maid put her tunic in the pack and helped Brenna out of the dress she was wearing. They helped her into her riding outfit. Galadriel sat her at the vanity chair and brushed her hair out before pulling it back into numerous braids. She wove the braids together and tied them off.
Her cloak was brought forward and wrapped and pinned on. Brenna strapped her weapons on, tucking her dagger in her boot. She shouldered one of her packs and grabbed the other one to carry, but the maid took it from her and told her she would bring it.
"Brenna, these rooms will be kept for you during your stay here." Galadriel told her. "Your parents Talan should be finished upon your return, but you can choose to stay here near the others if you would like. You are most welcome," she said with a kind smile. "You are such a special elleth Brenna, our family will be truly blessed to have you part of it. He will make you very happy."
Brenna looked down with a blush, but nodded. She looked up at Galadriel with a grin and giggled softly. The three elleths made their way back down the stairs. As promised Brenna had returned within the hour, packed and ready to go much to the surprise of some of the men. She laughed at some of their shocked looks.
"I told you I'd be back and ready in an hour," she said with a laugh.
Her dark blue riding outfit made her stand out among the lighter colored gowns of the elleths of Lorien. They wore lighter more earthy tones, while her outfit was of the bolder colors often seen in Rivendell. She smiled at Arwen who was in a rich amber colored dress. She walked over to her friend and embraced her.
"Stay and spend as much time with your family as you can," she whispered to her friend.
Nodding Arwen hugged her before stepping away. Elladan and Elrohir looked torn, but they were ready to travel none the less. They hugged their sister and father before turning to escort Brenna to Ash. Eothain led the horse forward to her.
Ash snorted and butted his nose against her shoulder, sniffing her hair. Brenna let out peels of laughter, batting the horse's nose away from her neck and ear. She patted his neck and took the reins, thanking Eothain, who stood next to her grinning at her interaction with the horse. Turning she noticed most of the men and elves were highly amused by it. Sighing, she vaulted herself up into the saddle and rearranged her riding outfit. Adjusting her weapons, she handed her pack to Eothain who put it in the saddle bag for her. She nodded to the others who mounted their horses.
The group fell into formation and began riding north, setting a fast pace. Brenna would stop occasionally to heal some of the forest as they went, but she didn't stay long. She wanted to cover as much ground as possible and would heal more on the return journey. They were still in Lothlorien, when they stopped to set up camp, but closer to their northern border.
Brenna found herself in the center of the group near the fire. She was leaning on a tree with her cloak wrapped tightly around her listening to the murmur of conversation and night creeping into the forest. She heard a twig snap to the left and whipped her head around in that direction. Her hand went to her sword at her side and she stilled waiting to see if anyone else had noticed.
Haldir and his brothers nudged the other elves. They had heard it as well. They looked at Brenne sitting tensely, feigning rest with her hand at her side.
Another twig snapped, closer this time causing the men of the group to notice as well. From the shadows emerged one of the Wardens. He called out in greeting. He told them that he was just checking on the fire and making sure that all was well with the group. Seeing Haldir and his brother's he greeted them, bowing his head to the Marchwarden. Looking around the clearing he spotted Brenna and inclined his head respectfully to her.
She stood and brushed herself off, making her way toward him. "You wanted to be heard, am I right?" she asked him.
He nodded flashing her a grin. Upon closer inspection, she recognized him from her travels with the Fellowship. He was one or the Wardens that looked after her on the platform when she was injured.
Elladan and his brother stepped up to her side and greeted the elf, the former putting a hand on her lower back in a somewhat possessive gesture. Brenna turned and quirked an eyebrow at him in response. The Warden watched the exchange and turned to Haldir in question. Haldir shrugged but had a grin tugging at his mouth. Brenna rolled her eyes and took her leave, muttering about males and testosterone on her way back to her bedroll.
Haldir quickly explained to the Warden in elvish that Elladan and Brenna were to be formally bonded when she reached majority, that they were a fated match. The elves as a group paled when the found out that their charge was twenty. Telgalad was the one to explain to them that where she grew up had aged her and matured her faster. He explained her background and her travels and deeds to the group. Beleg interjected from time to time, and elaborated that despite her only being twenty, she wouldn't take kindly to being treated as a child, telling them the story of Telgalad doing so, causing the group to laugh. The laughter died soon after hearing of her fight with the Nazgul and other deeds.
Brenna was not oblivious to their discussion. She had a pretty good idea of what they were discussing based on their reactions and body language. Sighing she turned to Eothain and the original members of her Rohirric Guard and asked if they would begin teaching her their language. He nodded and began going over basic phrases with her. Her accent wasn't very good and it was slow progress. Theirs was a difficult language.
The Rohirrim were patient with her. They answered her questions about their home and families and told her of their history. They mostly spoke Westron for her benefit, but occasionally slipped into Rohirric waiting for her to roughly translate what they had said.
Amrothos sat nearby and began chatting with her and the Rohirrim. He told her of the sea and relayed stories of his youth with Lothiriel. He told her of all the mischief his sister used to get into. Brenna laughed, and noticed the interested and curious looked on the faces of the Rohirrim.
One particular story about Lothiriel and himself sneaking out to swim, Brenna snorted and shook her head. At the curious looks, she blushed and looked down.
"Now Lady Brenna, you must explain," Amrothos said teasingly. "There's a story behind that look I can tell."
And so she told them of her own experience of sneaking out. She explained that she went to a boarding school, which caused a lengthy explanation of what that meant. She told them that there was a curfew and "lights out" for bed time during the week. She and a group of her friends rolled pillows and blankets to look like someone was in their beds during the check and hid. Once the monitor had left the group snuck out one of the windows and propped open a back door. They had snuck into the pool house and took a midnight dip. She told them that they were almost caught when they all ran back to the dorm and snuck back into their beds just before the sun was coming up.
When her story was done she was sitting there blushing. She pointedly avoided eye contact. Sure she had told them the story, but she purposely left out that they had been skinny dipping and were nearly caught because someone had left one of their garments by the pool.
She laughed quietly to herself and fell silent thinking of her friends. With a pang, she thought of her home and everything that she had left behind. It had been some time since she thought of them. Sorrow swamped her as she thought of her parents, both biological and adoptive.
Sensing the change in her, Eothain and Amrothos asked her if she was alright. She nodded, taking a deep cleansing breath. They knew of her life and what she chose to do. They felt for the young woman.
"Are you well Brenna?" Beleg asked crouching down next to her.
She looked up at him and noticed the other elves we now looking at her in concern.
"I am fine. Just missing my home, but I am well," she assured them. "I think I'll turn in for the night, we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
With that, Brenna rose and went to her bedroll. She lay down looking at the sky, seeing the start through the tree bows. Softly humming to herself, she let her mind drift away. Seemingly floating she found herself lying under the light of the Two Trees. Her head was on Elbereth's lap and she was laying down resting. Elbereth ran her hands through her hair, lulling her while softly speaking to her.
"Child, rest while you can. It will be a long road for you before you reach Minas Tirith. Your powers are coming to you easier now, but I caution you not to push yourself too much. There is only so much that you can do," Elbereth told her quietly.
Irmo knelt next to her, "Sleep deeply child and rest," he whispered as she drifted off peacefully.
The sound of birds and the faint light on the horizon woke her. She stretched and stirred quietly. Sitting up she folded her blankets and straightened her clothes. She fixed her hair and gathered her things. Taking a carrot from her pack she made her way to Ash. He trotted up to her and nickered softly. She held out the carrot and slowly brushed him while humming.
Turning back to camp, she found her saddle and bags. Making mental note where they were she went to gather her things. Bringing them back, she packed and prepared to leave. She gathered an arm load of wood and brought it to the fire stoking it back to life. Bustling about camp she prepared to get breakfast ready for the group and began cooking up what she could. The elves started preparing for departure and helping her. Eothain woke and asked if there was anything left. She told him to wake the others and prepare to leave, they'd eat but then they'd have to move out relatively soon.
Word spread through the camp and soon everyone was up and moving. Food was passed out, many thanked her for breakfast. Eothain was startled to see that she was already packed to leave, only her horse needed to be saddled. He looked at her in question but she shook her head.
Once everyone was done and they broke camp and cleaned up after themselves. The fire was banked and they were ready to move out. Brenna went to Ash and found Wulf saddling him for her. She thanked him, but we waved it off saying after a breakfast like that it was the least he could do. He gave her a hand in mounting and turned to his own horse.
Soon they set out. Brenna rode with unseeing eyes following the group. Her mind wandered as she felt a pull on her. Turning to face the East she felt the forest crying out to her, she shook herself and looked at her companions. She told them that she felt a pull to the East, that on the return ride she would have to check it out, but for now there wasn't time they had to keep riding.
They stopped at midday to eat and rest their horses, but were quickly back in their saddles moving towards Mirkwood. They crossed the border of Lorien and waved goodbye to the Wardens watching there and pushed on. She stopped briefly a few times to heal the land as they went, the cry of the trees was too much for her to ignore. Stopping just before nightfall they quickly set up camp and established a perimeter. This time there was a sense of unease among the company. They were no longer sheltered and in the relative safety of Lorien. They would hopefully reach Mirkwood in a day and half or so, they had made good progress.
Brenna's bed roll was near the center again, by the fire. A watch was set up and the group remained relatively quiet. Brenna fell into a fitful sleep after eating. They were luckily left unharmed that night and quickly set about continuing their journey. Being out in the open unsettled them.
Orc and goblin tracks were seen and track periodically, but they didn't meet any trouble in their travels. Brenna felt ill thinking about the spiders that used to reside in Mirkwood. She felt faint thinking about her grandmother's death. Shifting uneasily in her saddle she rode on, keeping her thoughts to herself.
As if sensing the urgency of their riders, the horses seemed to push further and faster, closing the distance to the forest on the horizon. Brenna quietly sang of speed and renewed strength, letting her voice push out on the breeze, much like it had when the Fellowship was pursuing Merry and Pippin's captors across the plains of Rohan. Her power lent speed and energy to the horses and their masters.
They were about three miles from the forest when they noticed a party of riders were approaching. Brenna sighed in relief knowing that Thranduil and a company of elves were on their way to escort them. As the two groups met, Brenna noticed the striking resemblance that Legolas had to his father. As if knowing that someone was looking at him, King Thranduil rode forward and greeted her. She nodded her head respectfully and smiled.
The group made their way to the edge of the forest where they would set up camp for the night. They two groups were talking among themselves. Brenna noticed she was receiving curious glances from the Woodland elves. As if sensing her unease, the Sons of Elrond as well as the rest of her elvish guard fell in around her, as did her Rohirric guard and Amrothos. Her riding outfit, though it had been worn for nearly four days, was relatively clean. They led her to a spot near the center of camp and set up her bedroll with theirs around it. Sitting down wearily, she rested her back against a tree.
Thranduil observed the young elleth from across the fire. He and his people had already heard much about the young elleth. A messenger from his son was sent to him telling him all about the young woman. He was especially surprised when Legolas wrote that she was like a younger sister to him, but seeing her in person he could see why. There was something about her that brought out a protectiveness and need to make sure she was taken care of. He observed her interaction with her companions, and took note of the Sons of Elrond, who stayed particularly close. His son had informed him of her bond with Elladan, but also of the joyous news that all those in her guard would meet their mates upon arrival in Valinor. His heart rejoiced for his son and kinsmen.
Sighing, he stood and made his way over to the young elleth and took a seat near her. He knew that he needed to tread carefully with her and not offend her.
"Lady Brenna, you honor us with your aid and presence," he spoke in a deep timber.
She smiled at him, "I'm glad that I can help. Legolas told me much of his home and people. I look forward to seeing this place in its rightful glory."
A smile broke onto his face, and in that instant he looked so much like his son. "I'm glad to hear that my lady. I wanted you to know that we are still deeply saddened by the loss of your grandmother Alya and your parents," he told her gently. "Your grandmother was a dear friend to my wife, and she still grieves her loss."
Brenna's smile faltered a bit, but she pulled it back on her face. "Thank you for your kind words. I hope to learn more of my Woodland kin and repair the relationship with them," she told him diplomatically.
He took her hands in his own, "You're a kind soul Brenna. Many would not be able to forgive the actions of some. I deeply regret that your grandmother felt the need to leave, rather than to confide in us. She was a good friend. I hope that you will feel comfortable and welcome here. My son has told me that he views you as a younger sister."
A collective gasp was heard among the Woodland elves. Hearing that this was Alya's granddaughter was startling enough, but for their Prince to name her as his sister was a bit shocking for them. They carefully watched the interaction of their king with the girl, not sure what to make of it.
Thranduil felt a responsibility to the girl, and vowed to follow his son's lead and take her under his wing so to speak. She would have the protection of his family. Legolas's claiming of her as sister would cause a bit of a stir in the court, but his wife would be pleased that there would be an elleth to dote on.
Soon the group settled in for the night. With the starts winking overhead Brenna let herself drift to sleep. She felt safe and comforted knowing she was surrounded by her companions. Her initial mixed feelings of this realm were swept away as she spoke with Thranduil and Telgalad. Sighing softly she turned over and fell into a deep sleep under the watchful eye of her guardians.