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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
Views:
9,622
Reviews:
67
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Relief
Note: This chapter will be told from Rumil's point of view
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It had taken hours for me to reach Caras Galadhon, and normally would have taken longer; however each time I faltered, I pictured Haldir’s beaten body before my eyes, and I was filled with strength. I could not lose my brother…… I could not!
Gasping for breath, I managed to make it to the Lady’s steps, and taking them three at a time, I sped up to the top. I had no sooner reached the top, and opened my mouth to tell the Lady of Haldir’s misfortune, when she silenced me with a glance, and spoke.
Her eyes were sorrowful, as her musical voice filled the air, "I have seen your brother’s plight, Rumil. Alas, I had not seen it earlier, for your brother could have been spared much pain." I guess she saw the tears that once more gathered in my eyes, and looking like she was close to crying herself, said, "He is not dead, nor is his soul broken." Pausing, she turned to her mirror. "Those who have taken him know not of what they do. They are driven by lust, greed, promises of riches and power……" Her eyes met mine. "I have seen what will happen to your brother if he is not freed," she whispered, sending violent images into my mind. I shuddered and would have fallen, had my Lord not steadied me. So engrossed in the Lady’s words, I had not even heard him enter, but perhaps he had always been there.
She whispered again, "That is not all. I have also seen what will happen to Lothlorien if your brother is not freed to play his part in our future…" More images filled my head. Trees burning, and crashing to the ground. Children screaming and running for their lives as orcs chased them through the once safe haven of the Golden woods. An elf laying dead on the ground with blood pooling around him, and then as he is turned over, I see it is Orophin.
"No!" I shout. "This cannot be allowed to happen!" Not to Haldir. Not to Orophin. Not to Lothlorien!
Celeborn spoke then. "It will only happen if Haldir remains in the custody of these men. However, these are not the only things that Galadriel has seen in the mirror." Grasping my shoulder firmly, he said, "These events can be prevented by simple actions."
A small smile graced the lips of my Lady. "My mirror has shown me that Haldir will be rescued," and then frowning slightly, continued, "however it has not shown me the direct path." Turning to face her husband and me, she took a deep breath. "Someone must go Mirkwood and request help. I know not how, and I know not why, but I do know that Haldir will be rescued if this is done." Gliding over to me, she grasped my hand. "I have chosen you to be the one to go, Rumil. The mirror has shown that you will not return with Haldir, but that he will be delivered to us by our Mirkwood brethren."
I swear to the Valar that my heart skipped a beat in relief. My trembling had subsided, and the sweat had disappeared from my brow. My brother was going to live.
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It had taken hours for me to reach Caras Galadhon, and normally would have taken longer; however each time I faltered, I pictured Haldir’s beaten body before my eyes, and I was filled with strength. I could not lose my brother…… I could not!
Gasping for breath, I managed to make it to the Lady’s steps, and taking them three at a time, I sped up to the top. I had no sooner reached the top, and opened my mouth to tell the Lady of Haldir’s misfortune, when she silenced me with a glance, and spoke.
Her eyes were sorrowful, as her musical voice filled the air, "I have seen your brother’s plight, Rumil. Alas, I had not seen it earlier, for your brother could have been spared much pain." I guess she saw the tears that once more gathered in my eyes, and looking like she was close to crying herself, said, "He is not dead, nor is his soul broken." Pausing, she turned to her mirror. "Those who have taken him know not of what they do. They are driven by lust, greed, promises of riches and power……" Her eyes met mine. "I have seen what will happen to your brother if he is not freed," she whispered, sending violent images into my mind. I shuddered and would have fallen, had my Lord not steadied me. So engrossed in the Lady’s words, I had not even heard him enter, but perhaps he had always been there.
She whispered again, "That is not all. I have also seen what will happen to Lothlorien if your brother is not freed to play his part in our future…" More images filled my head. Trees burning, and crashing to the ground. Children screaming and running for their lives as orcs chased them through the once safe haven of the Golden woods. An elf laying dead on the ground with blood pooling around him, and then as he is turned over, I see it is Orophin.
"No!" I shout. "This cannot be allowed to happen!" Not to Haldir. Not to Orophin. Not to Lothlorien!
Celeborn spoke then. "It will only happen if Haldir remains in the custody of these men. However, these are not the only things that Galadriel has seen in the mirror." Grasping my shoulder firmly, he said, "These events can be prevented by simple actions."
A small smile graced the lips of my Lady. "My mirror has shown me that Haldir will be rescued," and then frowning slightly, continued, "however it has not shown me the direct path." Turning to face her husband and me, she took a deep breath. "Someone must go Mirkwood and request help. I know not how, and I know not why, but I do know that Haldir will be rescued if this is done." Gliding over to me, she grasped my hand. "I have chosen you to be the one to go, Rumil. The mirror has shown that you will not return with Haldir, but that he will be delivered to us by our Mirkwood brethren."
I swear to the Valar that my heart skipped a beat in relief. My trembling had subsided, and the sweat had disappeared from my brow. My brother was going to live.