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OOC: I am introducing a new character. :evil: Welcome Elfalas.
BIC: In the midst of the battalion, a woman clad in a long hunter green coat, brown pants and tan shirt with armored boots and vest stood. In her hand was a bow pulled taught and loaded with an arrow. Her almond shaped eyes were furrowed in concentration. Her long burnt brown hair hung down, yet, peeking through the locks was the tip of a pointed ear. Along her angular jowl were a thin, dark scar and her deep raspberry red lips were pursed in concentration. For years, Giodë Dine` had lived with the goblins. They had become her family. With the shout of, “ghâsh!” the goblins, orcs, wildmen and elf fired their weapons. The battle raged all night and many of each side fell or were wounded in the battle.
Meanwhile, in the healing room, Merry faded between life and death. He heard all, but had no idea what was going on. When Aragorn spoke, Merry sighed and nodded. “Thank-you,” he rasped out, falling into a fitful slumber.
He woke soon after when someone above him spoke. He opened his eyes, but did not see. His brow furrowed and wearily, he sighed. As the being kissed him the hobbit smiled weakly. “In my mind I see you,” he replied in his delirium.
OOC: this is a JP between Elfmainden and myself.
BIC: Three days after the battle of the goblins, Merry's fever finally broke. Those three days had been highly tense in the sickroom. Merry's fever did not ever falter in those three days and his soul had lingered on life and death for that time frame. But, by Eru or by fate, he was destined to live another day.
The dawn of the fourth day, Merry woke. He did not open his eyes, but first surveyed his body. Everything seemed to be functioning and he only hurt in one place, his side where the spider had bit. His skin felt cool, yet sticky and he was quite hungry. Slowly, Merry opened his eyes. All the hobbit saw was shadows, no color, no pure forms, nothing, just gray and black shadows. His eyes widen and Merry chews on his lip nervously.
Pippin had slept in that room with Merry all night. He sat slumped in his chair, but woke when he heard Merry stir. "Aragorn! He's awake!" Pippin exclaimed.
Aragorn stood and rushed over. "The fever has broken, how do you feel?" Aragorn asked.
Legolas sat with Nethwen as she lay on the bed. Her wounds were deep, but they had been healing. Nethwen had not stirred since the day he brought her in.
Legolas was worried that he was losing her. "She is too strong to lose a battle as small as this." Legolas whispered. Then he thought about Merry, and hoped he was getting better. "A good friend and my own cousin, both lay in an almost death like state." Legolas said. A tear rolled down his cheek, he was very worried.
Merry winced as Pippin yelled. A headache was forming. “A little sore,” he whispered, scratching his eyebrow, “I’m also really hungry.” Merry chuckled slightly as he recalled the last time that Aragorn had healed him. He carefully positions himself into a sitting position. The hobbit turned his head in the direction of where he had heard Aragorn’s voice and hoped that no one noticed he could see only shadows. “Would it be all right if I bathe before eating though? I’m quite sticky from sweat,” Merry asked quietly, his cheeks reddening slightly.
Aragorn smiled at Merry. "Of course you can bathe Merry. Pippin you can bring him over to the bath, I'll go get it ready." Aragorn said. He knew that Merry's vision would be a little cloudy right now; he had healed some others with the same fever.
As Aragorn went to ask for some warm water, he stopped and looked to see how Nethwen was. Aragorn sighed, Legolas was still by her side. Aragorn walked over. "She has not stirred yet." Aragorn said. Legolas looked up at Aragorn, his blue eyes were very sad. "Will she wake Aragorn? I did not think she was that wounded." Legolas asked.
"I think she will, she is very strong. She just has to recover." Aragorn said. Then he walked out of the room to fetch the water.
Aragorn came back a few minutes later with the warm water and poured it into a bath. "Pippin, bring Merry over here." Aragorn said.
"Come Merry, you will feel better after this bath." Pippin said as he helped him out of bed.
Merry blinked a few times and smiled. He didn’t know if Aragorn was smiling, but he figured there was a good chance that the man was. “Thank-you,” the hobbit said softly as Aragorn left.
In silence and blindness, Merry sat. What was he going to do? I shan’t tell Pip, Merry thought. “What happened from the time I came here to now? It seemed that there was more activity in the last two days. Did the spiders and goblins attack?”
“Aye, I will,” Merry agreed as he limped over to the bath. He cleared his throat and just stood there. “Would it be all right if I had some privacy while I bathe,” he asked.
"Yes! We had an attack. It was a pretty large attack, but Aragorn thinks there will be another." Pippin said. He tried to think of any other news. "Oh yes, and Legolas's cousin was found not far from here, and she is very badly hurt." Pippin said.
"Of course you can have privacy. Could you go outside Pippin." Aragorn said. Pippin quickly left. Aragorn lingered for a moment. "I know you cannot see very well. I have treated others with your same injury. Your sight should come back, but if you need any help I'll be near." Aragorn said, then he left.
Merry’s unseeing eyes widen. “Oh dear,” Merry said, his face went ashen as he remembered the battles he fought in years ago. He chewed on his lip slightly. “Legolas has a cousin,” he said surprised.
The half-ling bowed his head. “Thank-you,” he said. Merry chuckled humorously. “That’s an understatement Strider. I can’t see anything,” Merry confessed, “Don’t tell Pip whatever you do. I don’t want him to know. It would break his heart. I don’t want anyone else to know either.”
"I won't tell them." Aragorn said before he stepped out.
Aragorn decided to use this time to check up on Legolas again.
"Legolas?" Nethwen whispered. Legolas's head shot up. "You're alright!" Legolas said, he smiled.
"I don't know about alright, I hurt everywhere." Nethwen said. "You got into a bad fight with some goblins." Legolas told her.
"I remember." Nethwen said she winced when she moved slightly. "Why did you come here?" Legolas asked.
"To find you. I want to help you get rid of the goblins." Nethwen said.
"How did you know I was here?" Legolas asked, he was surprised that she knew.
"Thranduil told me where you went." Nethwen said, she smiled slightly.
Then Aragorn walked in. "I see you finally woke up." Aragorn said with a smile. "Nethwen, this is my good friend Aragorn." Legolas said. Nethwen nodded her head. "I'm sure you two want to talk, so I will leave to see how Merry is doing." Aragorn said.
Fumbling, Merry undressed and stepped into the warm waters. Slowly, he lowered himself into the bath. Hissing slightly as the warm water touched his wound, Merry let himself relax. After enjoying the water for a short time, he felt around until he felt the bar of soap. As he scrubbed, Merry began to sing,
“Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is a noble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better that rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!”
By the time he had finished he song, he was clean, refreshed, and hungrier than ever. Feeling for the towel to dry himself off, Merry stepped out of the tub and began to rub himself dry.
Pippin made himself useful while Merry was having his bath by getting Merry some food. Pippin made sure it was enough to feed a king, afterall Merry was a hobbit and he would be extra hungry.
Pippin knocked on the door before he entered. "I got you some food!" Pippin said. Then he walked in and put it on the bed. "I got all the things that you like and more!" Pippin said. He sat down and watched as Merry ate. He had already eaten while Merry had been taking his bath.
Carefully, Merry took a few steps. He remembered brushing against a chair near the tub. Bending down, the hobbit picked up the clothes and, fumbling put them on. When he was dressed, Merry went back to his bed and sat down. “Thanks, I’m famished,” he said grabbing the first thing on his plate. It was a hunk of dark brown bed. “I haven’t had any of this since I was in Rohan. I can’t believe that Eowyn brought this recipe with her. It’s the only food that she can make properly.” Merry winked and laughed.
Pippin looked at Merry closely, something seemed to be different about him. Pippin just ignored it.
Later Legolas came in. "I see you have recovered." Legolas said with a smile. "Where is Aragorn?" Pippin asked. "He is tending to my cousin right now. He will be back to check later." Legolas said.
Aragorn walked down the hall and went outside. He needed a breath of fresh air. He had been inside caring for Merry and Nethwen all morning. Aragorn smiled, Rohan was very beautiful. He wished he could go off for a ride but he knew Merry and Nethwen would still have to be cared for. "Maybe I can arrange for some healers to watch them while I go out for a ride." Aragorn thought.
Aragorn came back inside and spoke with some of the healers. "I need some time to get outside and wondered if you could watch Merry for me. Also check up on the elven maiden, her wounds are healing fast but she still needs to be looked in on." Aragorn told one of the healers. They could not deny him, and therefore he went out to tack his horse.
Merry overheard Aragorn. He frowned slightly. Merry did not feel that he needed looking for, but he didn’t say anything. When Legolas spoke, he nodded. “Yes,” he said unsure of himself at that moment, “Not completely, but I am healing.”
Finishing the bread, Meriadoc inched his fingers until they brushed the plate. With a shaking hand, he picked the plate up. He picked up the closest food and attentively placed it into his mouth – it was a blueberry. Merry swallowed and then did not take another bite. Instead, he started to sob.
"Merry! What's wrong!" Pippin asked. His eyes widened with worry. Pippin placed his hand on Merry's shoulder, trying to comfort him.
Aragorn had finally tacked up his horse when Legolas walked in. "Mind if I join you?" Legolas asked. "I don't mind. I haven't had a long talk with you in a long time." Aragorn said with a smile.
Soon Legolas and Aragorn were cantering across the plains. "That's where I found Nethwen. I didn't have time to see if there was an encampment." Legolas said as he pointed. "We can look later; I want to relax right now." Aragorn said, he had been working so much, all he wanted was a relaxing ride to get his mind off his worries. Legolas nodded his head, he understood.
Slowly, Merry drew in sharp, gasping breaths. Tears poured down his pasty face as he stared sightless at Pippin. “I can’t see anything Pippin,” Merry whispered, “and I’m scared.” Merry bowed his head as he fingered the plate in his hand. He chewed his lip.
Gilly was wandering the castle. She stopped at the door of Nethwen and entered. “I see you are awake,” she said. Her face was drawn and she looked very tired. The hobbit had scarcely slept since getting here.
Pippin felt fear seep into him. "What do you mean you can't see? Should I get Strider?" Pippin asked. Pippin felt like he wanted to panic, but he didn't want to worry Merry. Pippin felt like crying but held it together.
Nethwen was surprised to see the little hobbit at her door. "Yes, I'm awake." Nethwen said, she could see how tired the hobbit was. "I think you should be getting some sleep." Nethwen said. It looked as if the hobbit would collapse. Nethwen sat up and beckoned the hobbit to come over. "Why don't you sit down and get off your feet." Nethwen said. She could see the worry on the hobbit's face as well. "Are you one of Merry's friends? I heard he was quite ill." Nethwen asked. She didn't know much about the hobbits, but she knew something was wrong and one of them was very sick.
“I mean I am blind. I can’t see a thing. Everything is a shadow,” Merry whispered, “Nay, don’t bother him. He knows anyway. At least, he knows that my sight isn’t as it should be.” Merry scrubbed at the tears, but more fell.
She smiled slightly at the elf, but she kept her guard up. With caution, the hobbit entered and bowed slightly. “I will, when there is time,” she said. For a moment, Gilly just stood there. Her body was stiff. She was unsure if she should enter, but then decided to do so. Gilly inclined her head and sat down on the edge of one of the chairs. Nervously, she fingered the brass ring on her finger. “You could say that I am a friend of Merry’s, miss. He is my master,” she said. Her voice was tight and fearful sounding. “Quite ill, but he is recovering slowly. A giant spider bit him.”
Pippin felt like bursting into tears. "You will see again, won't you? Aragorn can help you, can't he?" Pippin asked. He was desperate. Merry had to see again.
"A spider. Yes, those things can be deadly. I am glad to hear he is recovering." Nethwen said with a smirk. "I would like to meet Merry. Can you show me to his room?" Nethwen asked, she felt well enough to get up and walk.
Aragorn and Legolas rode back to Edoras. It had been nice to ride with no worries for a short time. Then Aragorn walked back to Merry's room. Nothing had happened according to the healer he had put in charge of Merry but he walked in anyway. He was surprised to see Merry crying and Pippin looking extremely worried.
"Aragorn, you must do something. He has to see again!" Pippin exclaimed.
Aragorn walked over. "I was worried this would happen." Aragorn whispered. He knew he would have to tell Merry everything. "Merry, I must be honest with you, sometimes people lose their eyesight to spider bites and it doesn't come back. I have had some patients who lose their eyesight for a short time, then it comes back. And I have had patients who lose their eyesight and it never comes back. I hope you are one of the people who have their eyesight come back but there isn't much I can do." Aragorn explained.
Pippin felt his heart sink, he had hoped Aragorn would somehow get his eyesight back.
"Don't worry Merry, I will do my best. I have a few herbs I can get that may help you, but it depends on how much poisoned you received from the wound, and how long it took to get help." Aragorn said.
“He about died from the bite. Twas a five day journey from Buckland,” Gilly said, sliding off the chair and standing. She nods her head. “Aye, I can. I don’ know whether you’ll be permitted to go in or not. I haven’t been aloud in nary two days,” she said, a slight scowl on her face. The hobbit stood and went to the door. She stopped. “Follow me,” she said, beckoning with her small hand.
The hobbit wiped the tears from his face and no more fell. He hiccoughed slightly as he took a deep breath to steady his nerves. Slowly, he nodded his head. “I know,” was all he could muster. His mind was reeling with all the information Aragorn had told him. He could be blind for the rest of his life. I am not going to let that stop me from doing anything, Merry thought. “How much longer must I stay in the healing houses Aragorn,” the hobbit asked, “I need to get on with my life. I might be blind, but it’s not going to stop me. Gandalf once said, ‘All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.’”
Aragorn smiled at the hobbit, he was a very wise hobbit indeed. "You may get out tomorrow Merry. I'm sure Pippin will be able to help you around." Aragorn said, then he left.
Nethwen smiled at Gilly as she slid out of bed and followed her.
When she came into Merry's room she felt a great sadness in the air. "Suilad, I am Nethwen Estel, Legolas's cousin." Nethwen said with a smile. Pippin looked up and tried to smile, but he felt such pain from the news he had just heard.
Nethwen walked over and sat down near Merry. "You have been wounded badly I heard. I hope you will be feeling well soon." Nethwen said, she knew something was wrong but didn't want to ask.
Legolas went into Nethwen's room, he was surprised to find her gone. Legolas intended on going to find her, but Aragorn stopped him. "I think it is good for her to walk around, get her strength back." Aragorn said. Legolas could tell there was something lingering on his mind. "Is something wrong with Merry?" Legolas asked. "He might not see again." Aragorn said sadly. Legolas bowed his head sadly. "We need not mourn for him, he is not dead. He said he wants to get on with life, we shouldn't hinder him from it." Aragorn said. He smiled again, remembering what Merry had said.
Merry sighed. Tomorrow was the first day of the last of his life. It was a daunting thought, but it enthralled him just the same. He raised his head high as the female elf came into the room. “I have heard of you. Hello. I am Meriadoc Brandybuck, Merry for short,” he said. The hobbit could feel his cousin sulking slightly. “Pip, cheer up. We have company,” Merry said.
He shifted so that he was looking more or less in Nethwen’s direction. “Aye, you could say that,” Merry agree, “I am feeling, well, I don’t know how I am feeling. There were unforeseen complications.” Merry giggled and a smile crossed over his pale face. “Literally,” he said between giggles, “Oh, I am terribly sorry, miss. But I’m just happy to be alive!”
Gilly was pacing the halls. This was her fault. She needed to get some air. She ran out of the castle and breathed deep. Rain was in the air, as was the stench of something. She stopped and peered around.
Pippin smiled slightly at Merry, he was very happy for one who had just received bad news. Nethwen smiled brightly. "I am glad you have such a strong heart Meriadoc. I must go now, but I am sure we shall see each other again." Nethwen said, then she stood and left.
Nethwen wondered where Gilly had run off to, but she didn't bother to go off and find her, she might want to be alone.
Nethwen went around Meduseld, trying to find Legolas. She hadn't really spoken to him since she got here.
"Legolas, there you are!" Nethwen said. "You should be resting." Legolas said. Nethwen smiled. "You sound like a concerned father." Nethwen said. Legolas smirked. "Where has Aragorn gone off to?" Nethwen asked. "I don't know, he said he had some things to do." Legolas answered.
Aragorn was outside, scanning the land. He knew something wasn't quite right. "More goblins?" Aragorn questioned. He was not sure. Goblins were certainly a possibility, but he had hoped they would not come so soon.
She saw Aragorn and went attentively up to him. “There is something in the air. One is rain. The other is foul. But, I don’t know what,” Gilly reported softly.
“I have witnessed many things in my life, ma’am, that are worse then this,” Merry said calmly. He chewed his lip and his stomach growled. “Pip, would you mind telling me where each food is on my plate,” he asked sheepishly.
"I smell it too. It might be more goblins. I knew they were not finished with their attack. I think I will go and warn the guards to be ready." Aragorn said.
Pippin looked at Merry, then at his plate. "There is some meat on the left side of the plate Merry, and some potatoes right next to it." Pippin said. He quickly explained where the rest of the food was.
Legolas and Nethwen stepped outside. Legolas saw Aragorn run off towards the guards at the gate. "Aragorn?" Legolas called.
"I had better go and see what is going on. You stay here." Legolas directed, and then he ran off after Aragorn.
Nethwen sighed. "I'm not that badly injured." She said. Then she saw Gilly and walked over to her. "Something is coming isn't it? That's why Lord Aragorn has run off, to warn the guards." Nethwen said. She looked down at Gilly. "The goblins are very persistent, but I know we can destroy them and send them back to their holes in the mountains." Nethwen said. She smiled slightly. Then she frowned and looked back down at Gilly. "Am I too sure of myself? Everyone says I am, they always say that I can never tell the outcome of a battle." Nethwen said.
Slightly, Gilly nodded. She stood in the plains, watching the scenery around her. It was vast and terrifying to peer at. Her mind was far off, thinking of what had happened and for things to come. When Nethwen spoke to her, Gilly jumped slightly. She closed her eyes tightly and opened them. “Aye,” she said, “Rain and goblins…” Her voice drifted off quietly. “I wouldn’ rightly know how a fight with a goblin was,” she said politely, “I can’ pass judgment, miss. I don’ know you.”
Merry nodded his head. “Thank-you,” he said to his cousin. Cautiously, he picked up a potato and bit into it. “Tell me a story,” he said, “Or sing a song. Anything, please…It’s not the end of the world Pip, that I am blind. I’m still me. That never is going to change. Yes, I could mourn the loss of my sight, but why? What’s the point? I’m still able bodied. I’m alive.”
Pippin smiled at Merry. "A song, let's see." Pippin said while trying to think. "What about that song we sang at the Green Dragon?" Pippin suggested.
Pippin sang the song and danced around the room, he hadn't had much fun since he had arrived.
"How was that Merry?" Pippin said as he sat down and smiled.
Nethwen looked out. Her eyes scanned the land. She saw Aragorn looking around, trying to find out what this was.
Then he ran back towards the Golden Hall. "What is it Lord Aragorn?" Nethwen asked as he raced passed. "More goblins!" Aragorn shouted.
A look of horror passed over Nethwen's face, but it then changed to determination.
"I must go and find Legolas." Nethwen said, then she ran out, trying to see where he had gone.
Soon she found Legolas; he was looking out over the land. Nethwen came up beside him and saw hordes of goblins coming their way. "They are going to hem us in!" Nethwen exclaimed. Legolas was startled slightly, he hadn't noticed her come up. "Yes, that’s what they plan to do." Legolas said.
"What are we going to do?" Nethwen asked. "You will be doing nothing, but we have not planned anything yet for we had not seen them coming until now." Legolas said. Nethwen glared at him with her blue eyes, but then looked back out. "By the time you make a plan it will be too late." Nethwen said.
"You don't need to worry; we will not let them get much closer." Legolas said, and then he turned and walked away.
OOC: Can Legolas know Giodë Dine`?
BIC: Merry laughed as Peregrin sang. His heart felt light and happy. A pleasant smile was upon his face. The food was good and he had good company. “Oh, that was wonderful Pip,” he said after finishing the last morsel on his plate.
Gilly ran through the plains. The goblins, wildmen, orcs and burnt brown haired elf were catching up to her. One of the orcs was near her. The hobbit felt her feet pulled out from under her and she blacked out from hitting the back of her head.
When she woke, she was in the center of the battalion, on the back of an orc who marched near another who had an elf captive.
Aragorn’s soldiers marched and met the enemy. They fired and shot many down. Giodë Dine` fired arrow after arrow, hitting her mark each time. She never fumbled, except for her last shot. That was a mistake. One of the soldiers, Tristan, kit her below the knee, downing her. The man stared at the elf, who glowered up at him, though she held a white handkerchief in defeat. He grabbed her and roughly brought Giodë Dine` into the castle. “Your name, miss,” he kept asking her, but she said nothing. Reaching Legolas and Aragorn, he threw her in front of them. “Good luck, you’ll need it,” He said, “Watch her. She’s dangerous.”
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RE: fána en' seere, dolen caure - Veil of Peace, Hidden Fear - No More People
on: January 31, 2007 04:18
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OOC: part two of the JP between myself and Stella.
She had come to practice on her own. The young half-elf felt she needed more practice than she had. Giodë Dine` strung her bow and loaded it with an arrow. She could hardly see through the torrents of rain, yet she cared not. Squinting, she fired and blearily, saw it stick in the center. Smiling, she loaded it again, but before she could fire, a bolt of lightning struck just inches from where she stood. The half-elf screamed as she felt the electricity enter her body. She felt numbness and pain. A fire formed around her, though with the rain, it was slowly dying out. However, Giodë Dine` still inhaled a lot of smoke and her clothes became singed and her body covered in ash.
In the morn, she still did not return home. Her father knocked on the door. His green eyes were furrowed in fear and worry. Before hearing a response, the elf stormed into the home. His navy blue coat streamed behind him as he walked. “Legolas! Legolas,” Menehil cried, “Where is she? Where is my daughter?” His eyes blazed and his jaw was set so tightly, it quivered.
Legolas looked at Menehil. "She did not go home? I watched her leave after the lesson." Legolas said this obviously puzzled him.
"Do not worry Menehil, I will go and find her immediately. She probably went back to the training grounds, although I don't know why she would want to practice in the rain,” Legolas said.
Legolas looked around; he almost immediately saw a small figure lying on the ground. He rushed over to her.
"Giodë!" Legolas exclaimed. He quickly picked her up and looked her over.
He could see her clothes had been burned. "Oh Valar, she has been struck by lightning," Legolas whispered. He had heard about the many fatalities by being struck by lightning.
Legolas quickly picked her up and rushed her home.
Legolas slipped his hand into his money pouch without thinking. He was surprised when he felt something smooth in it, and it was not a coin. Legolas pulled out what he had felt it was a brooch. It was Giodë Dine`'s brooch. Legolas smiled slightly. He had completely forgotten about putting it there.
Legolas walked down to where she was being held. He could see she was unhappy to see him. "I thought you might want this." Legolas said. He handed it to her, and then walked away. He didn't think she would want him around.
She stood and looked at Legolas. She then looked at the brooch. “Why do you keep coming back here? Are you trying to torment me,” she asked. Her jaw was set and it quivered. “You are hurting me, Legolas. This place is killing me,” she said, “What do you want me to do or to say?”
Menehil rubbed his tongue against his teeth. He felt range and fear swell in his veins. “No, she did not,” he said with forced calmness, “She knows the dangers of practicing in the rain.” He shook his head. “As soon as you know anything, come get me at the forges,” Menehil said, turning and striding to his job.
Meanwhile, back on the field, Giodë Dine` stirred as Legolas picked her up. She cried out as he touched her. The young half-elf closed her puffy eyes and whimpered. “Legolas,” she murmured. Her hand weakly grasped his shirt. “I’m sorry,” Giodë mumbled softly, “I need…” Her voice faltered and drifted off.
Legolas was hurt by her words and he cringed slightly. "I'm sorry." Legolas whispered. He never wanted to hurt her; he had loved her for so long, she had been like a little sister to him. He always felt very protective of her.
Legolas then turned and strode out of the room and was making it back to his own room when he bumped into Aragorn. "There you are Legolas. I must speak with you." Aragorn said.
Legolas nodded for him to continue. "I want you to question Giodë Dine and see what you can get out of her. We need to find out where the other goblin encampments are." Aragorn said. Legolas was taken aback.
"Why do you think I am the only one capable?" Legolas asked.
"You knew her before, please speak with her." Aragorn said, and then he stood and left.
Legolas sat alone he could not do this. He did not want to hurt her anymore.
"What do you need Giodë Dine?" Legolas asked urgently, but she did not reply.
Legolas quickly ran back to the great cave where all the Mirkwood elves lived.
Legolas took her to a healer. "She has been struck by lightning, I must go now and tell her parents so please take good care of her." Legolas said.
Once she was in safe hands Legolas ran back out into the rain and went to the farm where she lived.
"Menehil! I found Giodë Dine, but she has been struck by lightning. I sent her to the healers, you can come with me and see her there." Legolas said.
Menehil placed the hot iron down. His face turns pale as he hears the news. All of the other elves stop working and stare at Legolas. Slowly, Menehil swallowed and stepped forward. “Take me to her,” he demanded.
Merry felt his way through the halls. He stopped when he heard Aragorn and Legolas speak. As Aragorns voice drifted off, Merry felt his way into the room. “Legolas,” he said, “You must do something you don’t want to, am I right?”
Back in the dungeon, Giodë Dine` looked at the brooch she held. She chewed on her lip and wearily sighed. It had been so long from the last time she had seen it.
Legolas looked at Merry. "Yes." Legolas said simply. He looked down at his feet. "Giodë Dine was my friend, I don't know if she is anymore. I can't interrogate her because I fear that maybe if there was any chance that we might be friends again it would be destroyed if I made her give me answers." Legolas said.
After a moment, Legolas sighed. He got up. "I must go now, Aragorn asked me to speak with her and I cannot deny him, we do need to know what she knows," Legolas said. Then he walked away.
Legolas led Menehil to Giodë Dine. "Has she awakened yet?" Legolas asked the healer.
"I'm afraid not sir, but she doesn't seem to badly injured. I think she will pull through." The healer said.
Legolas asked the healer to leave so that Menehil could have some time alone with his daughter. Legolas looked back once. "She is strong, don't worry." Legolas said, and then he left as well.
Menehil sat down beside his daughter. All of the ash had been cleaned from her and she wore a light nightgown instead of her usually breeches and shirt. She was unscathed except for a long burn on her jaw. Gently, the elf stroked his daughter’s hair and watched her sleep for awhile. Sighing heavily, Menehil stood. “I will be back in a little while,” he said, leaving.
Giodë Dine` heard footsteps. She stood and waited for her visitor. She knew whom it would be. She knew they were afraid of her and viewed her as a traitor, but no one understood. There was only one person brave enough to even face her.
When Legolas saw her he felt a twinge of guilt, but his face did not show any emotion. "I believe you know what information they seek," Legolas said then he took a step closer. "But maybe I should tell you anyway. They want to know where the goblin encampments are." Legolas waited for the answer.
Legolas wandered around outside, he waited for his turn to go in and speak with Giodë Dine.
He smiled when Menehil allowed him in. Legolas walked over and stood by her. He took one of her hands. "Giodë Dine, please wake." Legolas whispered. Then he smiled. "I promise I will not lecture you about the dangers of practicing in the rain, at least not until you are well." Legolas said.
He waited for a response, but none came. A hint of doubt slipped into his mind, but he forced it out. "She's fine, don't worry." Legolas reminded himself.
She shivered slightly and her body lurched involuntarily. Gasping, her eyes open and she sits bolt upright. Fatigue and weakness wash over her and she lowers herself onto the pillow. “Legolas,” she said - her throat cracked and dry, “I needed to practice more, so I make my Eru proud.” Her cheeks burned red and a tear streamed down her young face.
Giodë Dine` scowled at Legolas. “They expect me to tell you,” she said, sighing, “Do honestly think I know where all of the encampments are? Well, I’m sorry to burst their bubble. I know where one is. It’s a five-day march from here, due north and from there, we separated. One group went west, the other east. How far they went, I don’t know. I do know is that Wildmen, Orcs, spiders and wargs are fighting in this battle. Someone is controlling us, though who, I don’t know.” Her accent became thicker and thicker as she spoke. She did not sound as if she were from Mirkwood.
Legolas looked closely at Giodë Dine, he knew she would not know everything but she could be hiding something.
He chose to trust her. "Alright, I trust you. I do not know how wise that is but no matter what you say to me I will always know you as my friend." Legolas said.
He thought it was strange that not even she knew who her leader was.
"Calm down Giodë." Legolas said as he gently laid her back down.
He smirked when she said she wanted to make her Eru happy. "I am proud of you and am glad that you are so diligent, but there should be a limit to your practicing." Legolas said.
Then he placed his hand on her red cheek. "She is burning up. She must have caught a fever from being out in the rain." Legolas said.
He quickly walked out and got a healer to go and tend to her.
“I don’t lie to anyone, Legolas. You know that,” she said in the ancient tongue. In that tongue, one could not speak falsely. Her words were awkward, but still she still pronounced the words correctly, albeit with a thick, strange accent. She cocked her eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. “Now that I have told you what they want, when can I leave this prison,” she asked.
She closed her eyes and raised a hand to the scar along her jowl. “I would have been killed if I had not joined them, Hodoer,” she whispered, using the word for ‘wise one’. It had been the name she called Legolas when she was just an elfling.
“I disgraced him, my eru,” she whispered, sucking on the bottom of her lip. Giodë Dine` closed her eyes. She could not bear to look into the eyes of her teacher. “I dis…” she began, but became quiet as Legolas spoke. “How can I not make my family proud if I do not train so much? I am the first,” she whispered. Her mind drifted to off to her shot. “I hit the bull’s-eye,” she murmured.
Meanwhile, above the dungeons, Merry felt his way around. In one hand, he held a long, thin stick, tapping it in front of him before taking a step as he had seen one of the ancient hobbits do. He found this quite queer and difficult. He kept running into things and getting himself turned around, but he finally found who he was looking for. Sniffing, he smiled. “Aragorn,” he said, “See what I found? It helps me feel where things are…sort of. I still run into things.” Merry smiled, though he was facing the wall. “I apologize for the way Gilly acted. She did act quite protective, didn’t she? She has a bit of a time trusting and she’s very protective. Gilly is a good young hobbit though and very diligent,” he said.
Legolas looked at Giode Dine, he felt such sadness when she called him Hodoer, that had been the name she had used for him years ago.
"I do not know when they will free you. You are very much a threat to us Giode Dine." Legolas said. He never thought he would utter those words from his mouth about one he cared about so dearly.
"I am very proud of you. Hitting the bullseye is hard work, and for one so young you have acheived a great task, but now is time for rest." Legolas said.
The healer came in and Legolas left so that she would be able to get well.
"You have a very diligent daughter Menehil, you should be proud." Legolas said with a smile. "I believe she will be someone very important someday, maybe even one of the great heroes that will be sung in songs." Legolas said.
After speaking with Menehil he parted and went to find himself some dry clothes.
Then Legolas took one more look at her. "Muin sell." Legolas whispered as he shook his head. He had said "dear child" in the elvish language. He spoke it as if he had lost someone dear to him, which he had. Then he walked away sadly.
Aragorn smiled at Merry. "I am glad you are getting around now Merry, and don't worry about Gilly. I can understand why she acted that way." Aragorn said with a smile.
After a moment his eyes drifted to Legolas who was walking down the hall, he seemed very sad. "Merry, have you noticed how sad Legolas has been since he arrived? I think it has something to do with our war captive. They used to be friends." Aragorn explained.
Giodë Dine` wearily nodded. She closed her eyes, but did not fall asleep at first. She listened to Legolas speak to her father.
“She tries her best,” Menehil replied, glancing into the room where his daughter lay, “Sevossi worries about Dine` though. She can be stubborn as you know and so very willful. I hope that her path is not led astray.”
The words were muffled and Giodë Dine` did not understand them in her fatigued mind and soon she fell asleep.
Giodë Dine` laughed, but not in a merry tone – it was dry and humorless. “You think I don’t know that,” she said, placing a hand on her hip, “But why? Just because I am of the opposite side? Please. Goblins aren’t as smart as you think they are. But they are far meaner than…than you would ever want to think about.” She moved her hand so that it was under her tunic. She felt the long, raised scars from her training and shuddered slightly. Giodë Dine` gritted her teeth together. She looked at the brooch in her hand and threw it to the ground. She suddenly began to weep and slowly sank to the ground. She brought her legs to her chest and cried.
Meanwhile, Merry turns so that he was facing Aragorn. “Still am getting used to my bearings,” he mumbled, “She takes pride in what she does. She would die to protect me.” Merry pressed her lips together and nodded. “Aye,” he said, “You made him do something he really did not want to do.” Merry fiddled with the cane in his hand. “Have you seen Gilly, Aragorn? She has not seen me well and I am sure she worried to death,” he asked.
Aragorn looked at him, he had not seen Gilly since the battle had started.
"She might have been captured but at this point I am unsure. I must get to Legolas and you must get to safety." Aragorn said, then he rushed off down the hall that led to the prison.
Legolas was walking down the hall, his mind so filled with thoughts he had forgotten about the battle at hand.
Then he saw Aragorn running towards him and he remembered what was happening. "Did you find anything out about the goblins?" Aragorn asked anxiously.
"Not really, but I will tell you what I know." Legolas said. He quickly told him what he knew.
"That isn't much information but at least it's a start. Do you think you can get anything more out of her?" Aragorn asked.
"No, she has told me all she knows." Legolas whispered.
Aragorn put his hand on Legolas's shoulder. "Do you think maybe she is not telling you all she knows." Aragorn said.
Legolas looked up, his eyes burned with anger. "She would not lie to me! She has been loyal to me..." Legolas slowed down then stopped. He sighed. "I did not mean that." Legolas whispered.
"Come Legolas, we have a battle to win." Aragorn said.
Then they both ran out to the battle at hand.
"I am surprised to hear you speak that way about your own daughter Menehil." Legolas said, he wasn't happy that Menehil was speaking evil words like that.
"I must go now. I will be back to check on her tomorrow." Legolas said, then he left.
Merry’s face turned ashen. “I pray that she hasn’t,” he said. Slowly, Merry nodded. He tightened his hold on his staff and walked the halls as fast as he would let himself. He heard the battle go on down below him and he hoped that Gilly was not among the captives. Merry felt the earth shake below his feet. The enemy was approaching. Gulping, Merry hastened his pace. He called out Pippins name every once in awhile. The hobbit was beginning to panic. He couldn’t find his cousin. For the first time since he became blind, Merry felt helpless.
OOC: JP means Joint post.
BIC: When everyone had passed, Gilly looked up. She looked at the elf who had spoken to her. Tears ran down her face and rimmed her eyes. She shook, but did not move from her place. Gilly opened her mouth and all that came out was a tiny, "No." She looked down at the ground and stared at the brass ring embedded into the ground. Her chin trimbled and more tears fell.
Legolas rushed out, his bow in hand. Although he was confronted with a battle his thoughts were still on Giode Dine.
As he ran he tripped but caught himself. He looked down at what he had tripped on. "Pippin!" Legolas cried. He fell to his knees, it looked as if the hobbit had been trampled.
Then someone grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him back.
He quickly sat up and looked into the gruesome face of a goblin.
The goblin picked up Pippin and threw him over its shoulder.
"No!" Legolas shouted. He lunged at the goblin, but it escaped his grasp and the sting of his knife.
He would not lose another friend to the goblins.
'Not even the gods above can separate the two of us, no nothing can come between you and I.'
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(Just for the sake of posterity, Ardinlas is familiar with Aragorn, Legolas, and the rest. Also, she is related to Thranduil, but this has already been addressed. If there are any problems with this in the way of other character’s histories, I will edit, especially with the case of Ardinlas’ relation to Thranduil.)
Rohan, normally a placid place in times of peace, but now the stench of the enemy was heavy in the air. The green hills lay covered in masses of goblins and the like, all ugly, all evil, all unwelcome in this land. The sky was beginning to darken, and the night promised to be calm. But all this beauty disguised the tension that lay in the air like a thick cloak. It was like a sour apple; lovely on the outside, rotten at the core.
There was nothing at all placid in the harsh expression of the fire-eyed maiden that surveyed the scene that lay sprawled before her with intense dislike. She hadn’t gone into the main battle as of yet; she was waiting for the opportune moment to strike. From a distance, she had the appearance of an elf. She was slender with a grace not seen by humans. Her ears were pointed, her hands slight. But closer up, one could see there was human in her. She was sturdy, and her gait hadn’t the lilt of an elf’s. Rather, it was heavier, and her demeanor was the solemnity of those who are mortal. Her eyes were as restless as the sea, but in a moment, they could flare up with a fire that quelled hearts. They were a blue-grey green. Her gaze was direct and steady. This was one who feared nothing and no one. Her brown hair was plaited and wound in a knot that lay at the base of her neck. Her clothes were that of a traveler: a white shirt, a brown sleeveless tunic, tan breeches, robust leather boots, and a woodland green cloak clasped at the throat with a silver oak leaf. An amber-studded sword belt hung around her waist. In it was sheathed a blood-red hilted sword and a dagger set with a sapphire pommel stone. An elven bow hung around her shoulder, and a full quiver was on her back. One knew instinctively that this was a warrior, one that could have come full out of the stories.
The horse that stood beside her was awesome in his own way. As white as the moon, he was like his mistress, as light as an elven horse but still had the strength of those in Rohan. He was barrel-chested and tall, his legs strong. His brown eyes were intelligent and expressive. He was just as solemn as the lady that was next to him, but he seemed freer and more restless. One glance at them, and one could tell they were mirror images of each other, both woman and horse.
Both stood at the top of a large rise. The woman muttered to the horse in a low voice, “Na vedui! We have arrived at the right time. I anor hilel, and there they are. Such a beautiful place, and they ruin it. But we shall soon fix that.” The white stallion whinnied and tossed his snowy mane. “Tolo hi. We shall continue to watch their moves.”
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The maiden went unnoticed by the being that sat atop a Warg, the hideous beast snarling at any others that happened to cross its path. Grima Wormtongue was content; his plans were going according to action. At this precise moment, he was in council with his two most trusted advisors, Gandûk and Rhéthak. His strategy was simple: lay Edoras to siege and wait for it to surrender. Then, he would seize Éowyn, make her his own, kill Aragorn and the other leaders, take captives, and annihilate the rest. Rohan would become his stronghold.
Gandûk, in the middle of the hordes with the other two, voiced his opinion. “Do you think it wise to go against the city like this, sir?” he asked, keeping his eyes to the front.
Wormtongue laughed harshly, sounding like the caw of a crow. “Of course!” he exclaimed, his red eyes gleaming maliciously. “We will win in the end. We have superior numbers.”
Gandûk and Rhéthak, both members of the now-returning Uruk-hai, kept their gazes forward. “It will be as you say, lord,” Rhéthak said, bowing his head and leaving to hassle a contingent of goblins that had fallen out of order.
Gandûk continued. “Edoras will fall eventually, we know that. But why not lead them out here and assault them, and go back and plunder the city while they are engaged with us?”
Wormtongue considered the Uruk, licking his lips hungrily at the thought of the beautiful Shieldmaiden of Rohan. “Because I want them to pay for what they did to me,” he replied, kicking the Warg forward. “The more that die, the better.”
Gandûk shook his head wearily. There was no reasoning with his leader when he was in his vengeful mood.
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The lady’s heart began to pound. She wanted to battle, but the time was not right. Aragorn needed to be warned. There were reinforcements of orcs coming, and she had seen them. He was the closest link to her father, and as her father’s daughter, the maiden would help the king as much as was in her power to do so, even if she was related to another king, the king of Mirkwood, Thranduil. “Gurth an glamhoth,” she hissed in Sindarin under her breath as she walked along the top of the ridge. “Gurth a chyth vin!” Her blood was rushing hotly through her veins. Her place was on the battlefield, not as a messenger. But duty to the king came first.
“Tolo hi, Mírlos,” she commanded, mounting him bareback and entwining one hand in his mane. She turned him down the ridge, and skirting the hated enemy, she rode onward at a fast gallop. Her horse, Mírlos (in the elven tongue), or Shadow, as he was better known as, was the colt of Shadowfax, one of the last horses in the Mearas line of Rohan. They claimed lineage to the great horse, Nahar, a far higher line than an elven horse could claim. He was proud, but though he had the spirit of his line, he was far gentler than his fiery brethren. Shadow had been foaled in the North (circumstances unknown), and there his mistress had found him.
Ardinlas, daughter of the Dúnedain Arínar and the Sindarin elf lady Arnedil (sister of Thranduil), was as fierce a warrior as any. Having lived her short life of roughly a century-and-a-half as a wanderer, she knew the lay of the land as well as any. She was skilled in weaponry beyond compare of most men, but the endurance she had inherited as being part-elf had been lessened because of her human father. Both parents had been slain by orcs, and it was because of this Ardinlas had a deep hatred of them and any other enemy. She was fair but not vain. She cared more for battling and traveling than love and things that human women often quarreled over. She didn’t share much in common with elves either other than physical characteristics. Ardinlas was her own person, and nothing could make her change.
Ardinlas kept out of sight as best as she could until she reached another ridge overlooking Edoras. There was no way for her to get inside lest she battled her way through. Making up her mind in an instant, she said almost nonchalantly to Shadow, “Well, if we must get to Aragorn, this might just have to be it.” She withdrew her blood-red hilted sword Wyndfar and nudged her horse forward. Shadow lunged into an explosive gallop and charged down the hill. Both were ready for battle, regardless of any overwhelming odds they faced.
Na vedui!-At last!
I anor hilel-The sun is shining
Tolo hi-Come now
Gurth an glamhoth-Death to the din-horde (orcs)
Gurth a chyth vin!-Death to our foes!
Mírlos-Snowjewel
(As I have said before, I hope this works.)
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