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 RE: Conquering Helcaraxë (KEEP)
on: July 01, 2007 04:17
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The infernal snow had been released from the dark sky once again. With the help of the wind, the flakes whipped down like small pellets of crystal. The horns sounded in the distance and Erumelmo realised that the first flank of the host had started its move onto the Grinding Ice.
He was kneeling beside an elf who did not wish to move any more. The nissi sat against an outcropping of stone, her face turned toward Taniquetil, far in the distance. Her sons had tried to move her, but she would not do so. They had asked Erumelmo to talk to her. Though his mind was beset with anxiety over his brother’s wellbeing, he had to be here to help.
“You must move, Ariethil.” Erumelmo said, blinking against the snow flying into his face. “You have come this far why lay down your courage now.”
“I don’t have any left,” she whispered.
Erumelmo stepped before the Elf, blocking her view. He dropped to one knee, and placed one arm over it, leaning forward and arresting her eyes with his. “You made a choice, Ariethil. When you left Tirion, when you walked with Nolofinwë and Arafinwë for so long on the shores of this sea. You made a choice again when Arafinwë called and you heeded not. These choices spoke of courage. I know not whether they be for the best or for the worse, but they were made with courage. Courage is not spent, it lives within a heart or it does not at all. If it does exist, it remains until your heart beats.”
As Ariethil looked into his eyes, hers flickered with pain. “Helcaraxë will not suffer us, my Lord Prince.”
“If we be together, Ariethil, it will have to suffer us. You have made it this far, I shall not let you waste your body thus. If you must forsake it, let it not be in this manner! Nay, Ariethil!” Erumelmo stated, his fingers turning into a fist. His brown eyes burned with gold. “Use it to help those who may need your aid; and if it then perishes as a result, this existence of yours shall not have been in vain.” He leaned further and took her shoulders in his hands. “Arise, now, be with your sons. Help them, help those who need help, and, in so doing, help yourself!” Erumelmo released her and stood up in a fluid movement. “What say you?”
Ariethil looked up at him and tears brimmed over her lashes. She turned her glance on her young sons standing behind Erumelmo. “Aye,” she said softly, “I will help where I can.” She stood up. “My lord, I –”
Erumelmo cut her off with a smile and a raised hand. “There is no need for further words. I am glad I succeeded in changing your mind.” He lifted the horn by his side and blew from it clear notes of music that assailed the wintry sky. Soon in the distance he heard answering calls.
He looked to his right and saw Rauron walking toward him with Mithwen, his sister. Erumelmo smiled once more at Ariethil and her sons and left them to approach Rauron.
"Do you want me to help Elerossë? I could support him as we walk." Rauron suggested.
Erumelmo swallowed, looking at Elerossë. Rilnen and Liantassë were discussing something over his head and he was looking at them quietly. Then, sensing his glance, Elerossë turned to meet Erumelmo’s eyes. His eyes softened and he smiled at Erumelmo. A sudden pain shot through Erumelmo’s heart, and he cringed. His eyes flared and he was aware of nothing but his brother’s face.
“My lord?” Rauron questioned worriedly. Erumelmo tore his gaze away and looked at the snow covered ground. He could feel Mithwen’s eyes on him. Elves had begun to move forward to the north. Slowly, but surely.
“Aye,” Erumelmo finally stated. “I do not think it wise that we begin with the healing now. We shall be left behind, and though Findekáno will not mind us travelling with his host, it is best that we wait for the next halt.” He looked at Rauron, and smiled uncertainly. “Your help given to my brother would help me see to the needs of the others within our host. Aye. It would be wise that I see to them now, so I can be with him later when he needs me most. It will also let you spend time with your kin, before I may need to send you away.”
Rauron nodded firmly and smiled. Mithwen gave Erumelmo a faint smile as well. She reached out her hand and laid it on the Prince’s arm. It was a comforting gesture and Erumelmo’s eyes lost their haunted look because of it. He looked back at Elerossë and mimed his intent. Elerossë and he often had done so in childhood, and he understood what Erumelmo was miming as surely as if he was speaking it. He nodded. Erumelmo, satisfied, turned and began telling the people in which direction to move and at what speed.
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Erumelmo disappeared amid the moving throng. Elerossë relaxed with a sigh; then stiffened again, as the wound pricked his side. A dull, but throbbing, pain had now extended over his lower back and abdomen as well. His throat felt parched and he opened his mouth slightly to take in a few falling snowflakes.
He watched Liantassë and Rilnen converse a pace away. They did so in whispers, but he could catch most of what they spoke. “…I am afraid a heavier bane may be upon him that we can not renew.” Liantassë ended.
Elerossë dropped his head, his chin resting on his chest, he was afraid for a moment. Suddenly, he felt alone. Rumel, Ella, Fanui. He pictured each face – his family. He had always been closer to Rumel than any other in his family. But now he missed them all. He wanted all of them near him. Thinking about the ice that lay before his feet, he shivered. Then he thought of Erumelmo and Elnaira spanning the frozen sea, and his heart warmed.
A neri’s shoes came into his line of vision. He looked up and saw Rauron standing over him. The young elf stood before him, arms akimbo, smiling down at him. Elerossë smiled back, never having seen Rauron smile before. “My plight amuses you?” He questioned teasingly.
Rauron lost his smile instantly. “Nay!” He burst out. “I was merely – ”
Elerossë chuckled. “I was merely jesting, Rauron.” He waved Rauron towards him.
Rauron helped Elerossë up. "Take it slow, Elerossë. We don't need to be in too much of a hurry." Rauron said.
Elerossë grinned, despite the pain that shot through his back and side as Rauron helped him to stand. “Come, come, if we linger any longer, we shall have to run to keep up with Artanis, and that would just not be advisable in my condition.” Elerossë looked at Rilnen and Liantassë. “The ‘heavier bane’ would grow heavier still.” He added with a twinkle in his eye.
Liantassë’s eyes flared but then she chuckled.
"Rauron, be slow and gentle with him." Rilnen instructed as Liantassë began to gather Rilnen's packs and her own.
“No matter what he says,” Liantassë added firmly then she suddenly gasped. Everyone’s attention turned to Liantassë.
Elerossë gritted his teeth on seeing the wound. “You hide pain better that I, my lady,” he said softly.
Arquen approached her sister and spoke to her. Elerossë raised his eyebrows at Rauron, then turned to face Arquen and Liantassë. “Your sister does have a voice, after all, Liantassë.” He said, with a half-smile. Arquen’s eyes snapped at Elerossë. He winked at her. She gasped. Rauron was smiling as he took Elerossë away.
Hours passed. The ice was very close now. The air itself seemed frozen. The snow had stopped falling once again.
Elerossë was losing the strength he had gathered from his earlier rest with each step he took. Somehow he was finding it difficult to breathe and he realised that he had shifted most of his weight onto Rauron. He frowned and concentrated harder on putting one foot ahead of the other.
"Are you alright Elerossë? Do you wish to stop?" Rauron asked.
“Aye, I –” He began. Then he blinked a little and focused his eyes. Giving a slight cough, he continued, “Nay, I just – I need to speak to my brother. And, Rauron, ask Ril – Rilnen for the herb that helps me b – breathe a little better.”
Rauron looked around for Erumelmo. He could not see the tall figure any where close. So he turned behind and called out to Rilnen. “Rilnen, your help.” She hurried to him.
Elerossë’s eyes were glazed with pain and he was keeping them open with an effort. “Rumel,” he whispered.
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Erumelmo was helping a healer set the broken bone of a neri who had fallen down a shallow crevasse. The ravines were beginning to appear with alarming regularity and in the crush of the host, or the deep coverings of fallen snow, they were mostly indistinguishable from firm ground.
His intense expression cleared as Elerossë’s eyes drifted before his vision. “I have to go,” he told the healer. “My brother needs me.”
“I am nearly through,” she said softly. “You may let go of his leg. Thank you for your help, my Prince.”
Erumelmo nodded and was running through the crowd before she spoke the last word.
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A deeper force within the realms of existence guided him directly to where Elerossë was standing with Rauron and Rilnen.
“My lord,” Rauron stated, as Erumelmo came to stand before them. “Elerossë is too weak for further strain.”
“I agree,” Rilnen said, biting her lip.
“Rumel,” Elerossë smiled through unfocused eyes. “I can walk. Ju – just need something for the p – pain.” He lifted his arm off Rauron’s shoulder and Erumelmo took it gently. Elerossë pressed close and whispered confidentially, “I was ge – getting too heavy, and I did not wish to be such a burden on anyone else – but y – you.”
Erumelmo placed his hand under his brother’s chin and lifted it. He smiled reassuringly into Elerossë’s eyes – so like his own. “I understand. I shall take you, fret not. Moreover, Ross, we cannot stop now.” He whispered. “We’ll get left behind. The ice lies paces before us. We break for what night there be within a few hours. Will you cleave to your strength, brother? I need it.”
Elerossë smiled shakily. “Surely.” He stated.
Erumelmo straightened and looked at Rauron. “If you can, within this break, build me a handcart. Elerossë will need to lie on it – I shall pull it. If there is no other pressing task that needs your attention.” Erumelmo’s eyes were narrowed. Despite the chill, a sheen of cold sweat sparkled on his brow. He looked at Rilnen next. “Milady, the moment we break I would have Liantassë and you to begin healing my brother. I cannot stop now. Nolofinwë presses on and so shall we. We shall break once we stand on shifting ice.”
Responses from Rilnen and Rauron.
Erumelmo nodded. Then he made Elerossë stand still and straight with Rauron's help, then standing before him, took Elerossë’s arms over his shoulders and lifted him clear off the ground.
Elerossë grunted. He opened his bleary eyes. “Rumel, I am an elf – th – this is most awkward.”
Erumelmo smiled. He turned his head to the left so that his lips came close to Elerossë’s right cheek. “Nay,” he quipped, “getting shot was the most awkward. This is just taking help from a brother.”
“I weigh mo – more than you, dimdol.”
“That you do.” Erumelmo rejoined. His smile had turned wider. He smiled at Rilnen and Rauron and took a step toward Helcaraxë.
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(Iri please just make a small change in your post dated 26/6/2007 at 07:02 AM regarding Erumelmo coming toward Elerossë, Liantassë and the rest, since he doesn’t come but just mimes to Elerossë and then moves away to help other elves. Thanks.  )
[Edited on 4/7/2007 by Erumelmo]
"Why? Because I'm afraid and he gives me courage."
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| Iri |
RE: Conquering Helcaraxë (KEEP)
on: July 03, 2007 02:50
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((I have based a lot of this research from the Silmarillion and the few healings that were mentioned. Mainly, those of when Beren was wounded. Since his wound is similar I used it. With this, I am able to broaden Liantasse's learning, she is acting more on instinct with her gift in healing. So much of what she does, hasn't been seen just yet by the other elves, for this is only their first experiance of wounds such as these. From it all I have concluded with the elves that spirit and healing are profoundly intertwined. Much of my research comes from www.istad.orb/tolkien/healingStudy.html#song
I am sure there is a lot you are going to want to change Erumelmo, I did not post much interaction of your character, for I was unsure of what he would say in such a situation, so you fill in the gaps of the night that need it, and offer more from your character Erumelmo. Same goes for you Elfmaiden, I played Rilnen more than I did Erumelmo, but you also will have to fill in some of the gaps. Once you both have posted I will be able to edit mine accordingly. Hope it suits OH,and I apologhize for not adding the accents, it was sort of a long post for me so give me a break ,just this once lol ))
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The rest of the way was hard and Liantasse let out a sigh of relief as she noticed the march was coming to an end. Signals were sent, so that everyone knew that they were coming to a rest in their journey and would trek no further. The cart Rauron had made from makeshift wood for Elerosse, had helped trememdously in moving him. However, the pain was evident on his brow from just the mere jossling of the cart.
As they had walked, Liantasse walked near Elerosse, for there was a voice, something within her that insist she stay close to the one she would be helping. Elerosse was in great pain and as his healer it had begun to weigh heavily on her as well. Liantasse had never felt this way before,but knew that it was needed for his well being. She knew it was her undertaking as a healer, to help Elerosse bear this new burden in which few others had experianced. There was a power she had begun to feel when she first was given the assignment to care for Elerosse, she could only act on that, for she knew nothing else of how to deal with what was being dealt to her.
When the cart was settled, Liantasse turned to Arquen who had been walking with Tulonka. Arquen saw a different gaze emit from her sisters eyes and grew confused. Liantasse reassured her with a smile and nodded to her to take her packs. As Arquen approached Liantasse began to explain all that was needed to prepare.
"Arquen, began to gather what you need for an enduring fire, this could take all night..." she said. Arquen nodded and turned back to Tulonka instructing him to do so as well. They needed to search the surrounding area for more wood as scarce as it may be. Some of the elves had collected a good supply of it before beginning to worst of the journey. Yet even with wood, the harsh ice and wind, made an first difficult to begin. Rilnen walked over to Liantasse and gently touched her arm.
"I'm worried Liantasse, I feel incapable and I'm not sure why. I want to help Elerosse, but I do not know completely what is assailing his body, and neither do you. What will we do once the arrow head is removed?" Rilnen asked. Liantasse took Rilnen's cold hands in her own and squeezed, offering her strength. "Rilnen you must stay well-founded. You have a wisdom of healing, your gift is still untried, yet your understanding remains. Hold onto it, grasp it, learn from it, that is all we can do for now. It is only then we may learn more of the gift given to us. I do not know for sure what lies ahead tonight, but I know what I must do and I know what I can do, therefore that is what I will do." She squeezed the small hand in her own and lifted Rilnen's chin as her gaze began to sink.
"Go tell Erumelmo, we must have a small tent, some shelter, or this healing will only be more toilsome." Rilnen nodded and left.
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It was a small shelter, yet it interrupted the cold winds and kept them from the snow. In it, with the help of the Prince and Rauron, Elerosse now laid upon the cleared ground with two furs underneath and atop him. Arquen had built the fire in the middle of the small shelter so that the smoke was wafting the air. Her selected fuel conveyed a wet rotting smell from the dried wood, and as Liantasse entered she quickly reached into her small pack and brought out a fair sized box, which revealed a collection of dried bundles of herbs and flowers. From them, she selected a golden flower, Lissuin, and placed only two dried buds upon the fire. Within minutes, the foul smell turned into a soothing aroma which filled the tent, erasing the smell and the unpleasantness of fire's smoke completely. Even the thickness of the smoke had calmed to an unnoticable haze.
Rilnen stepped in, having retrieved some water and placed it by the fire so that it may warm. Elerosse having breathed the scent of Lissuin, had drifted into a light sleep, yet not completely. Liantasse's heart had grown heavier as the time drew nearer and with the added affect of the Lissuin had begun to calm herself and ready for the task. She placed herself beside Elerosse and felt his brow, it was hot, and his body shook with chills which were not from the cold oustide. Just as she was about to begin toready herself, she stopped and turned to see Erumelmo looking in. He seemed hesitent yet at the same time, he knew Elerosse needed him. Liantasse nodded to him, "My lord, Elerosse will need your strength as his brother, if he is to get through this. Come." she said in a soft voice. She looked to Rilnen who was kneeling by the fire, readying a wet cloth in the now warm water. Liantasse reached for it and Rilnen gave it to her without hestitation.
The healer took a deep breath as she removed the coverings from the wound and revealed it completely. Erumelmo sat on the otherside of Elerosse, not looking to the wound only to his brother's face. She placed the wet cloth upon it and proceeded to cleanse it from the medicine laid upon it. She wiped the dried blood and the now new blood, washing it as best she could.
Behind her Rilnen had begun to mix a salve which would only be effective in a small matter of time. Using her taught wisdom, she knew just the right amounts of herbs needed to mix it. It will be ready once Liantasse needed it.
Liantasse noticed Elerosse's body language and his wincing and quickly told Rilnen to place more Lissuin upon the fire. It was what was calming his mind, yet there was something else he needed. Liantasse placed the cloth firmly on the wound and looked to Erumelmo with a stern glance. "Speak to him, he needs you, speak to his mind." she instructed softly. She waited as she watched Erumelmo grip his brothers hand and lowering his brow, placing the white fingers to his forehead he began to speak to Elerosse through a connection only they had. Liantasse, waited and slowly Elerosse's brow relaxed, his quick breathing slowed, not wasting anytime, Liantasse removed the cloth, opened the wound and using the only thing she had, she reached with her thin fingers into the wound. She felt the arrow tip quickly and grabbed it, sliding it out quickly and easily. The wound began to pour blood as some tissue had been damaged and Rilnen quickly gave Liantasse a garment which had been Tulonka's, that she quickly pressed against the wound to staunch the blood flow. Rilnen knew what came next and had ready the salve which she had prepared. Elerosse's breathing had begun to quicked the moment the tip was out and nothing could ease the pain he felt now. Liantasse, knew there was nothing she could do just yet for him, she just hoped he would remain strong.
As the blood flow begun to clot, she removed the garment and Rilnen quickly stepped in with her medicine and begun to apply it to continue to stem the blood-flow. Liantasse turned and reached for that which was already prepared to stitch the wound. It was a needle used for stitching, she quickly threaded the length she would need. Rilnen stepped aside and Liantasse began to quickly sew the wound closed, knowing that it would help in the healing.
When she was done, she stepped aside and allowed Rilnen to apply the asëa aranion and to redress the wound so that it may heal. Liantasse felt weak, her small hands shook and her body felt as if would break, the adrenaline had begun to pump within her during the procedure. She was lightheaded but knew that was only due to the Lissuin. She allowed herself sometime to rest, but knew that it was not over yet. Her heart still remained heavy. An infection had indeed arisen and Elerosse still burned with a fever. She knew not how to cure this ailment, but knew in her heart there was a way, she just had to open herself to it.
Slowly she lifted herself and walked to Rilnen, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Rilnen, you may leave, I must continue this with only the help of Erumelmo. You have done well, mellon." she said with a weak smile. As Rilnen left, Liantasse knelt beside Elerosse once more and looked to Erumelmo. He had his hand upon his brother's brow and worry echoed through his glance. Liantasse waited till he looked to her and then assured him. "You must remain through the night offering him strength, I, too, will stay." As Erumelmo nodded to her, Liantasse took in a deep breath and closed her eyes allowing herself to steep into a sort of trance, aided by the aroma. Unknowingly, she began to murmur a song, with a soft melancholy voice (equivalent to Luthien's old elf wives staunching song). Although faint, her voice drifted to Elerosse calling to his spirit and mind. It was a song of healing, given to her as a gift, she did not know she posessed. The words were healing, the melody staunching. As a brace used by a carpenter to steady his hand, the song aided Liantasse also, to search for a way to rid Elerosse's body of the fever and infection.
This continued on into most of the night. Those outside could hear the song and it also affected them, setting a melancholy tone upon the nearby camp. Arquen recognized the voice and quickly rose to enter the tent. Her curiosity was most stubborn. As she was about to enter, Rilnen stepped in front of her. "No Arquen, leave Liantasse be." Arquen frowned for a moment, and glared at Rilnen threateningly. Yet she knew, this was no matter in which she should plunder, so without a word she turned an walked a distance, in order to avoid the notes emitting from the tent. It bothered her not knowing what her sister was doing. Her stubborness was beginning to get the best of her.
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At last Liantasse, stirred from her coma and lifted her eyes. The fire had almost burned out making the dark around them more prominent. She did not yet know that already those outside begun to stir, for there was a new day upon them. Her vision blurred for a moment and her joints were stiff from sitting in the same position too long. She looked to see Erumelmo sitting on the opposite side of Elerosse looking to her with a smile. Liantasse was confused for a moment, then looked down to see Elerosse sleeping peacefully before her. The sweat was no longer upon his brow. She reached her hand to his cheek and felt the heat no longer dreadful upon his skin. His fever had broken and the healing process had begun. She knew now that if they were careful to keep him warm and well nourished he would be back on his feet in a short amount of time. There was a moment of silence, Liantasse unable to form words. Her head ached and she was weak from lack of sleep. The wound upon her hand had been neglected an needed attention, it throbbed beneath its old bloody wrappings. Yet, she continued to ignore it. Her thoughts were interrupted when the tent fold lifted and Rilnen stepped in with more water from melted ice.
"Liantasse, you must rest, the march will begin again soon. I will care for him now." she said moving over to Elerosse. Liantasse, still unable to speak, nodded and moved away, sitting towards the corner of the tent. There were dark circles under her eyes and she shivered from the cold. The healing song had taken much of her strength.
"He must be kept warm..." Liantasse murmured as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Yet as the words escaped her mouth she gave up and allowed herself to drift into a much needed sleep.
[Edited on 4/7/2007 by Iri]
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RE: Conquering Helcaraxë (KEEP)
on: July 14, 2007 11:56
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The sheets of ice were vast. They looked desolate and some had actually been ripped out of the floor. These towered high in various angles, giving Helcaraxë an appearance that none of the elves were familiar with. Though the far sides of the strait could not be seen – even by elf eyes – the sea on either side churned and broke against the glaciers with great force. The strength behind the sea was so great that at times, the ice beneath their feet would tremble and move.
At certain places, there were splits and a rent would appear in the blink of an eye – or so had the Valar said. Such splits were to be avoided at any cost, Erumelmo remembered Aulë saying, for they could break apart at any given moment, either to form a crevasse that led to the deepest reaches of the freezing sea, or worse, after breaking, could close back together with a grinding force that dislodged slivers of ice that were taller than the trees in the gardens of Yavanna.
Scores of feet had treaded nimbly over the first layers of ice, before Erumelmo carried his brother across them. Rauron led his sisters, while Liantassë led her family – Erumelmo could not but think of Elnaira and how she fared. The wind was ever present, since there were no great barriers to break it. It just heightened or lowered in intensity.
At several points, mountains of ice that had been created due to the shifting floor served could be used as shields against the wind when it was at its worst. However even these pillars of refuge could prove perilous, for if the floor of Helcaraxë chose to move, columns of ice could rain down sudden as in an avalanche.
Nolofinwë had mentioned – recalling what he had learnt from the Valar – that the greatest dangers were in the centre of Helcaraxë, due to its shifting nature and its bleakness. On the borders, though, that made up for several miles in the east and in the west, some vegetation, like lichen, mosses and liverworts grew. This in turn, supported an unsettled animal life. Large deer, with antlers nearly the size of their bodies, were not unfamiliar to most elves. Neither were the herds of oxen that had coats which were a mix of black, grey and brown and whose hair could reach almost to the ground.
These they had seen. But none had seen the other creatures of the deeper north. There, owls said to be the colour of the snow flew, having their eyries in the mountains of ice, large animals that were part mammal and part fish swum by the glaciers and, finally, white bears that could be double the size of a neri when it stood on its rear legs.
All the elves realised the danger of this crossing utterly and, as the mountains of ice loomed in the distance, their stride grew shorter. It was not before long that Nolofinwë called for another halt. The horns sounded their melodious strains and those were carried poignantly in all directions.
Rauron had used Erumelmo’s sword, Rávaril, Elerossë’s sword, Zarussë, Tulonka’s spear, his own sword and Rilnen’s arrows to make a make shift cart on which Elerossë could be carried temporarily. The ends of Rávaril and Zarussë dragged on the ground, each was tied to Tulonka’s spear and Rauron’s sword to create a longer frame. Rilnen’s arrows joined them both over the centre, tied down by elven rope, it was a sturdy frame. Erumelmo hauled the makeshift cart behind him by holding the hilt of Rauron’s sword and the shaft of Tulonka’s spear.
Erumelmo did not speak to the rest of the company, but made way to an outcropping of ice that surged out of the ground like a monolith. It jutted out at an awkward angle, but it was a safe haven for the time being. Here, he gently laid Erumelmo down. An elf family was already sheltering there, but when they saw Elerossë’s condition, they readily gave up the space. Erumelmo thanked them with his eyes and dropped to his knees beside his brother.
He removed his cloak and laid it on the floor. He removed the extra one he carried in his possessions and laid that on top of the first. Then he rolled Elerossë onto it with Rauron’s help. There were no words necessary. Everyone knew it was time to perform the necessary treatment.
“Rossë,” Erumelmo said, bringing his face close to Elerossë’s, “Can you hear me?” He brushed away the frost forming on Elerossë’s eyebrows and lip corners.
Elerossë eyelids fluttered. Through a squint, his eyes focused onto his twin brother. A corner of his mouth twitched. “C-can y-you hear m-me?” He countered.
Erumelmo grinned. “You have a piece of my heart, Rossë,” he said, becoming serious again, “I shall not have you lose it.”
“I’ll t-try, R-mel.” He whispered. Then his eyes blinked. “L-look.” He said.
Erumelmo turned his gaze to the skies and his eyes flared. The sky was awash with colours. But mostly, it was covered by a radiance that was translucent and beautiful! The Northern Lights of Yavanna! The sky was a riot of colour, pale shimmering forms of transparent colour – a conglomeration of pink, violet and multiple shades of green. It was one of the most beautiful things that Erumelmo had seen.
His eyes alight, he turned to Elerossë. “The Valar favour this moment,” Erumelmo said, excitement in his voice. “The sky shines for you. Ros?” But Elerossë had lost concsciousness.
Erumelmo stood up and looked around for a sharp object. The first person he saw was Arquen who was helping Liantassë. “Your sword.” He said, his voice rough with emotion. “I need it,” he said, extending his hand.
For a moment, Arquen was surprised, but then she handed it over to Erumelmo. Without another word, he used the short sword to chip out two niches in the block of ice, at the level of his shoulder. Then he lifted the makeshift cart and lowered it in an angle over Elerossë’s form, resting the parts which he held in his hands in safe niches, providing a cover. He put up his cloak making a flap on the right hand side – the side of the wind coming in from the sea.
“Liantassë,” he called. “If you need another cover for this side, I shall try to get one, I am left with no other garment.”
She smiled at him and removed her own cloak and used it for the left side. “This is more than adequate, my lord,” she said. Then she stepped inside. Rilnen looked at Erumelmo and smiled briefly before moving in from the other side.
He knew that it would be cramped inside, so he remained outside. Presently, he smelt smoke. All around him, elves were looking up at the sky and some even had smiles on their faces. He looked up at the sky, awash with colours and swallowed. Ai, Mandos, do not let him suffer. He squeezed his eyes shut. If you have to take him, take him; do not let him suffer.
The fragrance of Lissuin drifted to him and he could not resist. He lifted the hem of the cloak and peered in. The wind reaching her from outside alerted Liantassë and she looked up at him. The she nodded: "My lord, Elerosse will need your strength as his brother, if he is to get through this. Come." she said in a soft voice.
Erumelmo knew that she sensed his tension and without a word he knelt down beside Erumelmo’s head. His brown eyes turned to Liantassë in gratitude; then turned back to his brother who, for all obvious consideration, slept soundly. Erumelmo ran his fingers through his brother’s dark hair, pushing it away from his face.
As the healers progressed in their work, Elerossë winced as his wound was tended and mumbled something incoherently.
"Speak to him, he needs you, speak to his mind." Liantassë instructed softly.
Erumelmo lay down on his side, taking his brother’s hand in his. Most of his body, from the chest downward was out of the covering – but he hardly noticed the cold outside. His mind was fixed on Elerossë. “Rossë,” he began, “I am right here with you. You need to sleep. Sleep sound. All of this will seem like a dream – and when you wake you shall be whole again. But remember this, Rossë, Elnaira loves you. Fanui loves you. I – I love you. No matter how far we be – we are together. Always.”
As Liantassë extracted the fragment of iron embedded inside his flesh, Elerossë moaned. Erumelmo held his head and hand tighter. “Remember the jokes we would play on Nelyafinwë by the gates of Tirion?” He whispered strongly into his brother’s right ear. “Remember the time, Findekáno cut off his hair – they had nearly come to blows then – but I managed to stop Fin while you wrestled with Nelyafinwë. Promised him a feast at our home to compensate. Remember the feast, Rossë?” The tension left Elerossë’s body as memories were shared of good times. Erumelmo smiled to himself and continued: “I always wondered how you managed to restrain him – his temper was greater than Fanui’s! I have often thought back to that time –” Erumelmo did not stop speaking, even when he felt the fever rising.
His eyes lifted to Liantassë when she spoke again: "Rilnen, you may leave, I must continue this with only the help of Erumelmo. You have done well, mellon."
Rilnen wiped her hands and smiled at Erumelmo before leaving. Liantassë looked up at him from the wound. She must have read the anxiety in his eyes, for she said, “You must remain through the night offering him strength, I, too, will stay.”
Erumelmo nodded his acquiescence. He opened his mouth to speak but the words stumbled inward. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “There is no where else I would be, Liantassë. And for what you and Rilnen have done for my brother, I shall never forget.”
Liantassë smiled and began to sing. It was a beautiful song – but the nuances within were different. It was a song of healing, of comfort. Erumelmo let it flow through him – outside others were soothed by it as well. Somewhere far, the notes were taken up by other healers and the song was sung throughout the host. The lights in the sky shimmered and the notes in the air flowed over all in Nolofinwë’s host – the host that dared to cross the Helcaraxë.
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Erumelmo did not sleep. He watched Liantassë hit the last notes of her song and fall into an exhausted slumber. He adjusted her body’s position in such a way that heat was not wasted, covering her with the same fur that covered his brother. So doing, he noticed her bandaged hand. He frowned at it. But he decided to ask her of it later, for now he let her sleep.
He stepped out of the small “tent” and walked out into the host. Taking on the concerns of the elves that had been neglected by his stay with his brother. Rauron had seen him leave Elerossë’s side and fell into step with Erumelmo, without even having to be asked.
Erumelmo received news that three elves had been collected by Mandos already. Two had succumbed to their previous injuries and one had been killed in a skirmish. No one realised who had attacked first – but the argument had been about furs. The one who died had no family and there was no evidence that could allot blame to one elf. He was a young elf, who had been left behind from Fëanáro’s host.
He wanted to pursue the matter further, but he knew that in a short while they would have to resume their journey. Grimly, he stood up after inspecting the body of the fallen neri. He looked at the ones standing the closest. “If anyone remembers anything – any detail – however minute – it shall be brought to my notice. Immediately.” Then he looked down at the body. The elf was wearing a heavy cloak and calf-high shoes. Erumelmo looked up into the light filled sky.
So this is what I have to do now. You imbibe us with Reason and now you divest us of our pride.
His mind made up, he looked at Rauron. “Help me remove his clothes. Save his tunic and leggings, we take everything, even his sword.” Erumelmo picked up the neri’s sword from where it had fallen. Standing straight, he noticed that Rauron stepped back, his eyes wide. “It has to be done, Rauron.” Erumelmo said softly. “His body does not require the clothing – but the wounded require the extra furs. This sword,” he said, indicating the weapon in his hand, lifting it high, “will help to carry another wounded elf.”
Rauron did not move.
Erumelmo sighed. “So be it.” He dropped to his knees and began divesting the body of the much needed furs. All around he could hear the elves whispering. He could even tell angry whispers. “If anyone has any quandary or dilemma in accepting my judgements they are free to join Findekáno or Nolofinwé’s hosts.” His eyes shot up to pin all of theirs, one by one. “But I shall assure you, my kin, things shall not be very different in their reason. The ones who leave their bodies do not need warm furs or hardy shoes, those who live do! Nothing shall be discarded from now on!” He commanded in a loud voice. "Spread the word. Disperse!"
Slowly, the elves began to disband. But before they could, Erumelmo called out to three of the neri. “You will help me cast the body into the sea.”
At this, Rauron stepped forward. “Nay, my lord,” he said. “I shall help.”
Erumelmo stood up with the divested clothing. “Very well.”
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When Liantassë awoke, Erumelmo was sitting in the same position as he had been in before. He smiled at her. She reached out to touch Elerossë’s brow.
“The fever has abated.” He said.
“It may return – he has not fully recovered yet, my lord,” she corrected hoarsely; he could tell she was having difficulty speaking.
“I realise that. I need you to help him recover, Liantassë.” His eyes dropped to her bandaged hand. “Therefore, I need you to take care of yourself first.”
Before she could say aught, Rilnen opened the flap and knelt down beside them. "Liantasse, you must rest, the march will begin again soon. I will care for him now." she said moving over to Elerosse.
"He must be kept warm..." Liantasse murmured as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Yet as the words escaped her mouth she gave up and allowed herself to drift into a much needed sleep.
“Let her rest beside him,” Erumelmo told Rilnen. “And, my lady, if you would, pay heed to Liantassë’s hand. I fear she has not been giving her own injury ample importance. And I need to thank you for all that you have done for my brother. I am in your debt.” So saying, Erumelmo shifted out of the covering and resting his back against the ice behind him, he shut his eyes in sleep.
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"Why? Because I'm afraid and he gives me courage."
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The song which had so touched the elves around here fell numb on the her cold heart. Arquen was not able to be enchanted by its words, none of it settled the grinding within her, which ran in sync with the ice beneath her feet. despite her previous curiosity, the song fell on deaf ears for her. She sat beside Tulonka, who laid upon his cloak, enjoying a restful sleep, the words of Liantassë's song having soothed his soul.
She leaned over him, to see that he was indeed asleep. Arquen wished such peace would rest upon her shoulders, and wondered why it had not, others seemed to be able to relax. Frustrated she rose from the little nook she had created with her fur blanket and turned to wrap it around her shoulders. Surely she would rest after taking a walk amongst the camp.
Her feet had not yet become used to the slippery ice and she had a hard time keeping a steady pace, however casual it was. She had walked a small distance from the original camp and could hear the sounds of the crashing waves, yet could not see them. Large lights could be seen above and despite their wonder, Arquen paid them no heed.
She had not been quite herself since the March began and since Feanaro's words struck a flame within her. She had stopped an looked out across the ice, now close to the edge of the camp. As she gazed, her keen hearing picked up the sound of shuffling footsteps upon the ice. Grunts and threats followed along with the cries and mumblings of a small crowd. Arquen followed the sounds, walking towards a crowd that had unusually gathered. In the midst, she saw one neri raise his sword to the other in a threat, the other standing his ground. "You will regret this night, my friend." she heard the raspy voice say, and she winced when the sword fell upon its victim.
The horror had not quite struck her of what she was seeing. A sinister laugh echoed in her head as she watched the killer search the now bleeding body. It was then she felt she should do something, but something within her made her remain...undaunted.
Pull it together... She thought to herself, not understanding the struggle within. Those around her, seemed just as surprised at what they had witnessed and many had made a quick exit, others stood unknowing of what to do. Then out of nowhere she rose and tried to hurry to the camp, only to loose her footing on the slippery ice, which had frustrated her before. She slipped and landed forward, unable to catch herself. Her chin hit the ice, busting it and her hands had scraped against the cold surface. She let out a gasp and quickly gained her footing and turned, only to see that the neri which had done the killing stood before her as she slightly bumped into him.
She stopped and gazed into his deep eyes. His eyes sparkled from the Northeren lights above, appearing like diamonds within a stone wall. Her brow furrowed...wondering why he was not pursuing her. Regaining her wits, Arquen let out a gasp and dodged his overwhelming figure hurrying to return to the confides of camp.
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Tulonka awoke from a pleasant dream, which allowed him to remember the days in Valinor when his father was still alive. He rose from where he laid with a small smile, thanking the Valar for the memory, knowing it was they who sent it. He looked to his right only to see Arquen sitting beside, straight, and stalwart as if she were a statue. "Did the Valar also grant you a blessing from your rest?" he asked wishing she would smile. She had changed so much since the march had begun, Tulonka hated to see her act as she had recently. He missed her wit and her clumsy manner, all that seemed to be a distant memory...or even just a drem.
He frowned when he realized she was not answering...or even paying attention to him. "Arquen..." he said, nudging her slightly with his elbow. She shot her head quickly to him with a glare. He was taken aback by her offensive manner and then noticed the deep scrape on her chin, which now had dried blood upon it and the skin around it was turning purple. He frowned and wondered what had caused it, but he knew better than to ask, from the look she was giving him.
"I asked, did you sleep well?" he repeated. Arquen's glare slowly subsided and she turned away from him.
"No." was all she answered. Tulonka let out a sigh and rose, taking up his now wet cloak, and placing it once more upon his back.
"I'm going to go check on mother." he said, not expecting a reply. Arquen remained where she sat.
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Tulonka waited until Rilnen was done wrapping the wound upon his mother's hand and when she exited he asked if he may go in. She nodded simply. He peeked in and was careful when entering to not disturb the sleeping neri who slept close to his mother. Their body heat was aiding one another, so they may have a good rest.
Tulonka knelt beside his mother and saw the remanents of dark circles under her eyes. She always seemed so frail to him, like the ice of Helcaraxë which seemed to break just by a gust of wind. He was proud of what she accomplished with her skill of healing. He knew his father would have been proud even after fitting over the whole situation had he been here. Worrying only for the health of his, melian elwen (dear heart).
Tulonka grew somber at the memory of his father...and the death of his father. He gazed upon his sleeping mother's face and knew that she too was suffering greatly from the grief, however she never ceased in her care for others. Tulonka knew she had begun to take on the weight of others a bit more than she could handle, it was evident upon her features, that only, he as her son, would notice. The rosy color which once had filled her cheeks was gone, and only a pale streak could be seen. Tulonka worried for her. Taking her hand he laid a small kiss upon the limp fingers, reciting an oath within his heart.
We will get through this, mother. You and I shall both see Middle Earth. I will build your home, you have always wanted, by a small stream. And you will have your herb garden, where you can plant your gold Lissuin. You will be happy again, Liantassë. "Antan vandanya..." (I swear) he said aloud, so that at least could be heard.
She stirred at the familiar voice and her eyes slowly opened. When she saw her son sitting beside her a weak smile graced her face. She turned to see that she had slept beside Elerossë, who also lay sleeping. The healer began to remember the events that had taken place, and at first worry began to fill her, yet when she looked up to see Tulonka once more she relaxed, knowing everything was alright. "Rilnen said you should rest until it is time to leave." he told her as she slowly rose, careful not to wake the sleeping Elerossë.
"I'm rested,Tulonka." she whispered, reminding him to keep his voice down. She looked to her hand having felt the fresh wrappings. It felt better, having been tended to. "Tulonka." she whispered looking to him, motioning him to leave. He nodded and rose quickly, lifting the flap, and leaving. She had a few more things she wanted to check before leaving Elerossë fully to the care of Rilnen as she had decided she would during the night. Rilnen was a very capable healer and her light laughter and upbeat characteristics would aid in the recovery of the jovial neri. She laid a hand on his cheek, feeling only the normal warmth.
Liantassë had to let herself relax and accept that there really was nothing more for her to do. She let out a sigh and made herself smile. Leaning down she placed a small kiss upon Elerossë's cheek. It was a gesture of relief from Liantassë to Elerossë, them having both battled the sickness through the night. After it all, she felt a small bond between them both, and the small gesture only seemed appropriate. Liantassë lifted the flap as she left, only to be greeted by a cold wind and more shifting beneath her feet. She wobbled slightly from the small tremor. The night before was a long night and Liantassë remember that this was only the beginning of their journey over this precarious path...
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Arquen could sit no longer. Her nerves were shaken, and her muscles were tense. She could not find any peace, no matter how hard she tried. She felt she was fighting a constant battle within herself, and to no end. She rose from where she had sat through the night, where she had sat in total fear, that whoever the neri was, would come for her. Yet, fear could not be seen in her eyes.
She took up the fur she sat upon and wrapped it about her shoulders. Unable to sit in one place much longer, not thinking anymore of her sister or her sister-son, she walked. She walked throughout the camp, trying to ease her mind, only to hear the talk of others having found or pointed towards the dead body close by. However...Arquen said nothing, she acted interested and followed a nissi who had informed her of this news. When she arrived...she saw the body, lay in its own blood which had sank into the ice and was frozen. Her brow furrowed and her stomach tensed up in an unusual manner, forcing her to escape the crowd and fall to her knees, retching.
She was humiliated and walked a good distance from the crowd. A tear fell from her face, she did not want any to see her weakness. Memories of that night haunted her, his diamond eyes staring back her. "Racco!"*curse!* she exclaimed unable to withold her feelings. She was too far from the crowd, for any to really notice her. She gritted her teeth, determined not to let it all get to her. Then she heard Erumelmo's vocie above the crowd which had surrounded the body.
"If anyone remembers anything – any detail – however minute – it shall be brought to my notice. Immediately.” Arquen quickly straighted herself and turned to see him looking down at the body, deciding on what should be done.
Tell him, Arquen...tell him what you saw! a voice echoed within her. No, let them pay from this bloodshed. Then they will realize their foolishness in this crossing!
Arquen glared as she watched them take the belongings from the dead body and allowed her heart to harden. She would not tell them what she saw that night, no...she would remain silent.
[Edited on 24/7/2007 by Iri]
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