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Chapter 11
Sorry to have taken an age and a half to update. Believe it or not I had this chapter sitting in word for all this time. /embarrassed smile/. I suppose I ought not abandon my stories so often. But I've been kinda sort busy with life. Babysitting, school, animals. I have four dogs for dogs sake!!!!!!! You know how much work four dogs are?
Anyway, do enjoy, and cya!
Chapter 11
Some time passed and her sobbing turned into quiet sniffling, then to silence. She sat, arms wrapped around Haldir, and head resting peacfully on his shoulder. She had fallen into slumber having worn herself out in her highly emotional state. Slowly he pulled her limp body closer to him, and pulling her legs out from under her, lay her down upon the bedroll in the same corner.
Sighing wearily Haldir stood and made his way to the edge of the flet to stare out at the trees in front of him. Three specifically timed whistles resulted in three whistled returned quickly in sucession. A single whistle back and the low rustle of leaves was heard before a blonde head peered into the flet from a branch below.
"Farndwen," He offered a grim smile.
"Please enter. I need for you to remain with Lorelie. I have given her my word to return and search for her guardian. If she awakens keep her from the edge of the flet, but do not approach her unless necessary. Tell her the names Haldir, and Rana and she will understand."
Haldir tried to explain the situation warning the warden of her grief, and offering him those few words to ease her mind should she wake. Being one of the newer wardens he had not yet learned Westron. Once his request was understood fully Haldir descended the tree, and headed for the village that lay in ruins.
Rumil greeted him with the grim facts upon his arrival. Forty-five dead, seven live, but were gravely injured, and the number that may have not escaped their homes and the fires was unknown.
“Have the dead all been buried Rumil?”
He asked, hoping for the opportunity to once again look over the dead, this time in search of Rana.
“They have, and the Uruks burn.”
Rumil replied, disgust plain in his voice, as he glanced to a place where there stood a large pile of stinking bodies all aflame, black smoke billowing high in the air.
“And the survivors? Where may I find them?”
Haldir asked, hoping they had been placed safely away from the fires, rubble, and ash of that which was now their former village.
“They have been moved safely to a small camp over there.”
Rumil motioned to a place several feet away where a fire had been built, and humans laid upon rolls near it.
“Very good Rumil, thank you. Have the wardens search the remains of Lorelie’s home. Rana her guardian may have been lost, and she wishes to know for certain her fate. Have them also salvage any of their belongings not in total ruin.”
Rumil nodded, and glanced at the forest and sighed.
“Certainly brother. How fares she?”
Haldir shrugged, and began walking toward the small cabin. He stood before it, body tense, and eyes shut against the threatening onset of unwanted emotion.
“She lives. That is enough for the time.”
Rumil went to relay the orders while Haldir entered the camp to search for Rana unsuccessfully. She was not there, and he was sure that meant she had been lost to them.With a sigh he returned silently to the forest, nodding to his wardens as he passed them.
Upon his return he found Lorelie still asleep on the bedroll. The warden stood, bowed his head in greeting, and informed Haldir that nothing had occurred in his absense. Thanking him Haldir dismissed him, and then took a seat on the floor beside Lorelie.
“Lorelie, Lorelie, Lorelie.”
He sighed.
“What would I have done had any harm come to you.”
He whispered, his voice deep with emotion.
He shuddered at the thought of it, recalling the intensity of emotion that had come over him when he found he could not locate her. She lay there in silence for several hours until night began to fall once more.
Quite suddenly she began to thrash about violently, striking out at empty space. She also began to call out, voice frantic, and hoarse. He could discern little of her words save two names. His own, and that of her guardians. That brought a sad smile to his face that in her fright she would call out for him.
Catching and holding her wrists when she struck out at her invisible assailant once more he called her name repeatedly to rouse her. Lorelie shuddered visibly, and her eyes began to blink slowly, adjusting her to her surroundings.
“Rana?”
She whispered, accostumed to being woken from her dreams by her.
Haldir winced and shook his head sadly, mistaking her waking question to be her inquirering into her whereabouts. Her eyes squinted against the darkness.
“Haldir?”
She questioned.
“What…What happened? Where am I?”
Haldir frowned.
“Do you not recall todays events?”
He watched as her eyes darted about wildly in her head indicating her confusion, and attempt to recall. Suddenly she clamped her hand over her mouth as if to stop a sob from bursting forth from it.
“Rana, the village…attacked.”
She mumbled under her hand, the words coming out muffled to Haldir’s ears. Haldir sighed, and nodded his head sadly.
“I am afraid so. I was not able to locate Rana among the survivors, and the dead have been burried. Your home was destroyed by the fire as well. I am sorry.”
Lorelie looked away, her chin quivering slightly, and nodded.
“I see.”
Was her only reply. She did not cry, sob, attempt to throw herself from the flet, and Haldir noticed sadly that she did not seek comfort in his arms. She simply lay back slowly onto the bedroll and closed her eyes.
“Lorelie?”
He spoke softly, worried.
“Are you alright?”
Her eyes opened wearily, the former blue of her eyes now a grey that shimmered with unshed tears.
“I would like to be alone if possible Haldir.”
She replied darky, the normal tone of her voice now gone, replaced by what could only be described as a lifeless drone.
“I do not know if that would be wise Lorelie. The border is not safe at all times, I would worry for your safety.”
He responded, hoping he wouldn’t be forced to bring up her previous delirious threat to cause harm to herself.
“Please, just go.”
She pleaded.
With a sigh he nodded dejectedly.
“There is little I could deny you Lorelie. Just remember I am and always will be here for you.”
With that said he descended the tree once again giving Lorelie the solitude she craved, and the time to break down in peace.
Anyway, do enjoy, and cya!
Chapter 11
Some time passed and her sobbing turned into quiet sniffling, then to silence. She sat, arms wrapped around Haldir, and head resting peacfully on his shoulder. She had fallen into slumber having worn herself out in her highly emotional state. Slowly he pulled her limp body closer to him, and pulling her legs out from under her, lay her down upon the bedroll in the same corner.
Sighing wearily Haldir stood and made his way to the edge of the flet to stare out at the trees in front of him. Three specifically timed whistles resulted in three whistled returned quickly in sucession. A single whistle back and the low rustle of leaves was heard before a blonde head peered into the flet from a branch below.
"Farndwen," He offered a grim smile.
"Please enter. I need for you to remain with Lorelie. I have given her my word to return and search for her guardian. If she awakens keep her from the edge of the flet, but do not approach her unless necessary. Tell her the names Haldir, and Rana and she will understand."
Haldir tried to explain the situation warning the warden of her grief, and offering him those few words to ease her mind should she wake. Being one of the newer wardens he had not yet learned Westron. Once his request was understood fully Haldir descended the tree, and headed for the village that lay in ruins.
Rumil greeted him with the grim facts upon his arrival. Forty-five dead, seven live, but were gravely injured, and the number that may have not escaped their homes and the fires was unknown.
“Have the dead all been buried Rumil?”
He asked, hoping for the opportunity to once again look over the dead, this time in search of Rana.
“They have, and the Uruks burn.”
Rumil replied, disgust plain in his voice, as he glanced to a place where there stood a large pile of stinking bodies all aflame, black smoke billowing high in the air.
“And the survivors? Where may I find them?”
Haldir asked, hoping they had been placed safely away from the fires, rubble, and ash of that which was now their former village.
“They have been moved safely to a small camp over there.”
Rumil motioned to a place several feet away where a fire had been built, and humans laid upon rolls near it.
“Very good Rumil, thank you. Have the wardens search the remains of Lorelie’s home. Rana her guardian may have been lost, and she wishes to know for certain her fate. Have them also salvage any of their belongings not in total ruin.”
Rumil nodded, and glanced at the forest and sighed.
“Certainly brother. How fares she?”
Haldir shrugged, and began walking toward the small cabin. He stood before it, body tense, and eyes shut against the threatening onset of unwanted emotion.
“She lives. That is enough for the time.”
Rumil went to relay the orders while Haldir entered the camp to search for Rana unsuccessfully. She was not there, and he was sure that meant she had been lost to them.With a sigh he returned silently to the forest, nodding to his wardens as he passed them.
Upon his return he found Lorelie still asleep on the bedroll. The warden stood, bowed his head in greeting, and informed Haldir that nothing had occurred in his absense. Thanking him Haldir dismissed him, and then took a seat on the floor beside Lorelie.
“Lorelie, Lorelie, Lorelie.”
He sighed.
“What would I have done had any harm come to you.”
He whispered, his voice deep with emotion.
He shuddered at the thought of it, recalling the intensity of emotion that had come over him when he found he could not locate her. She lay there in silence for several hours until night began to fall once more.
Quite suddenly she began to thrash about violently, striking out at empty space. She also began to call out, voice frantic, and hoarse. He could discern little of her words save two names. His own, and that of her guardians. That brought a sad smile to his face that in her fright she would call out for him.
Catching and holding her wrists when she struck out at her invisible assailant once more he called her name repeatedly to rouse her. Lorelie shuddered visibly, and her eyes began to blink slowly, adjusting her to her surroundings.
“Rana?”
She whispered, accostumed to being woken from her dreams by her.
Haldir winced and shook his head sadly, mistaking her waking question to be her inquirering into her whereabouts. Her eyes squinted against the darkness.
“Haldir?”
She questioned.
“What…What happened? Where am I?”
Haldir frowned.
“Do you not recall todays events?”
He watched as her eyes darted about wildly in her head indicating her confusion, and attempt to recall. Suddenly she clamped her hand over her mouth as if to stop a sob from bursting forth from it.
“Rana, the village…attacked.”
She mumbled under her hand, the words coming out muffled to Haldir’s ears. Haldir sighed, and nodded his head sadly.
“I am afraid so. I was not able to locate Rana among the survivors, and the dead have been burried. Your home was destroyed by the fire as well. I am sorry.”
Lorelie looked away, her chin quivering slightly, and nodded.
“I see.”
Was her only reply. She did not cry, sob, attempt to throw herself from the flet, and Haldir noticed sadly that she did not seek comfort in his arms. She simply lay back slowly onto the bedroll and closed her eyes.
“Lorelie?”
He spoke softly, worried.
“Are you alright?”
Her eyes opened wearily, the former blue of her eyes now a grey that shimmered with unshed tears.
“I would like to be alone if possible Haldir.”
She replied darky, the normal tone of her voice now gone, replaced by what could only be described as a lifeless drone.
“I do not know if that would be wise Lorelie. The border is not safe at all times, I would worry for your safety.”
He responded, hoping he wouldn’t be forced to bring up her previous delirious threat to cause harm to herself.
“Please, just go.”
She pleaded.
With a sigh he nodded dejectedly.
“There is little I could deny you Lorelie. Just remember I am and always will be here for you.”
With that said he descended the tree once again giving Lorelie the solitude she craved, and the time to break down in peace.