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Arlothiyenne: A Tale of Destiny	By : phatangelbaby Category: +Third Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 2421 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight: Lessons in Healing and Gathering Information

Haldir's Healing...

After a short time, Arlothiyenne felt a second wave of strength hit her. Her hands began to tingle again, this time the burning heat became unbearable. She felt the feeling of something coming, something that would change her almost. What the feeling was, she did not know. A call from the gate as the last of the second wave was getting ready to come through. She looked up and saw more elves some being held up by other able wardens walking through the gate. She looked to the healer she had been helping, her eyes telling him she was needed elsewhere. He nodded in understanding.

She got up and walked to the gates watching the remaining coming through. Haldir and his brothers had yet to pass, they were coming and she knew it. She caught the sight of Elladan and another elf carrying a little. It was Orophin. His leg badly cut the entire length, bleeding. He was in and out of consciousness, she could tell. Running towards him, she prayed for him. Elladan halted the litter to allow her near enough to speak to him. She reached for his hand. He opened his eyes and smiled weakly. “Sweetling, you are awake. What are you doing here at the gates?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.

“Coming to meet you, silly.” she said as she took her free hand and ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

He licked his lips, and his breathing became labored, “ I am glad to-” then he fainted. She looked at his leg.

“Elladan, take him over there to the surgical tent. He will need stitches. Where is Rumil and Haldir?” she asked looking at the dark haired twin.

“They are behind us. Rumil is fine, but Haldir-,” he stopped a moment, looking choked up. “He was the worst of the injured. He is the last one in line. He wanted it that way.”

Arlothiyenne felt pain, unbearable pain. Worried began to loom in the air around her. She felt Haldir, he was fading and fast. His wounds, too much to heal. She felt the tears began to well up. In her grief, she heard a familiar voice. Rumil. Looking up she smiled at him, glad to see him walking. He had the help of two wardens, but seem to be fine. He was bruised, had a bit of a limp, his mouth was bleeding some, indicating he had internal injuries, but he was walking at least. Arlothiyenne in her relief of seeing him, reached out and embraced him. “Oh, Rumil, I am so glad you are alright.” he winced as he went to wrap an arm around her waist. Feeling alarm that she may have hurt him, she back away and looked him over. “I am so sorry, did I hurt you?” she asked concerned.
Even in the face of pain, Rumil kept his playful self going. “No you did not, but that Orc sure did. I feel as though I have been thrown from the top of a cliff and bounced off the walls.”

Arlothiyenne could not help but giggle. “Well it seems as though he did. Did you kill him?” she asked smiling through her tears.

“No, I did not, but Haldir did. An arrow between the eyes did that one.” he said honestly.

Arlothiyenne looked at him seriously. “Glad for that. How bad is he really?”

Rumil looked over his shoulder, sadness gripping him. A tear formed in his fine eyes as he looked back at her. “He is fighting this, but I believe that this is one battle he cannot win. Help him, Arlothiyenne.” he pleaded. She embraced him again.

“We will do everything we can.” she said, kissed his cheek and pointed him in the direction of the healing tents.

She stood at the gates, and watched as the remaining elves able to walk limping into the city. Her heart feeling heavy and full of fear as she waited for Haldir. Elrond, Celeborn and Galadriel came to the gates but only watched the scene play, as Haldir was the last to pass into the city.

Arlothiyenne's heart skipped many beats as she watch the litter approach, Elrohir at Haldir's head, his eyes grim as he looked up to his father and grandparent, his eyes teared up as he looked to Arlothiyenne. She closed her eyes trying to prepare herself, but that was not enough to help her for what she was about to see.

Haldir laid there upon the litter, a blanket covered his whole body up to his neck. His eyes closed, he was paler than usual, with dead shadowing over him. He was covered in orc blood on his face, and in his hair. He had fought hard, Arlo knew this, but at what cost. Hate for the creatures that did this came forth like a flood, anger rose up.

Walking to his side, she picked up his hand. It was limp and lifeless, no strength did he have any more. Her heart filled with pain. Was he beyond her ability to heal? Was he too far gone? She wept openly for the first time this day, her mind in turmoil. She spoke softly to him, “Haldir. Open you eyes, meleth. Please open your eyes for me.” She pleaded to him, tears coming like rain now. He did not respond to her. She sobbed, “Please Haldir. Live. Live for me.” Still nothing. “What have they done to you?” She touched his face, the contact sent out a jolt of electricity that stunned her and him apparently, for it was at this contact, his eyes opened.

Arlothiyenne jumped a little seeing his eyes open so quickly. Glad that he was still with her. “Haldir?' she said in a whisper.

His eyes drifted to her, emotions she could not read behind the look. He smiled weakly the struggled to reach for her but found not strength. He licked his lips and said quietly. 'Do not cry, lirimaer. It is just a scratch. I will live.” he was just being brave for her, she knew it. In her mind that words chanted through her, 'My strength is your strength.' he bent down and kissed his forehead. He was unconscious again when she came back up again.

Elrond and Celeborn rushed forward, halted the litter, and ordered them to set the litter down upon the ground. Time was wasting away. They lifted the blanket, both elves, seasoned healers, winced and laid the blanket back down.

Arlothiyenne stood there sobbing, her shoulders shaking as she did. The looks the Lords gave was one that spoke it all. They whispered to one another, discussing options. Both concluding he was too far gone to save. Her name was mentioned but ruled out cause of the fact that she was not strong enough to take on the task. Arlothiyenne felt the arms of her nana around her waist, her head laying upon her shoulder. She stroked Arlothiyenne's hair calming her. But Arlothiyenne felt her mother's own doubts, her sadness of the loss of her gallant and most trusted Marchwarden. This was not going to happen.

A sudden jolt hit Arlothiyenne, her mind clouded with this burning rage. Rage directed toward the beasts responsible, Revenge, which was something her people did not indulge in came through loud and clear. Haldir was tied to her! She knew it, and felt it. How could the Valar be so cruel as to take him from her. But she was not truly angry with them, she was burning for something to be done.

Erlond, in order to better assess Haldir, threw away the blanket, exposing the wounds. Arlothiyenne gasped at the sight, and Galadriel's breath hitched. Never has any of them seen anything like this. Part of Haldir's torso was severed, exposing rib bones, and entrails. Blood was oozing from his woulds like molasses. Cuts, bruising, the entire torso was a mess. How could he survive this? Arlothiyenne looked upon him and became nauseated. She turned to try and calm her stomach, but felt the bile coming up esophagus. There was not holding it back. Galadriel, seeing her daughter sick, held her hair for her as she spilled the contents of her stomach upon the ground. Violently she did this, but once over she stood proudly, and turned.

Elrond and Celeborn stared down at the Marchwarden, whose breath was beginning to wane to stillness. Both shook their heads. Arlothiyenne knew what they were doing. They were going to do nothing to help him, they were going to let him die this horrid death. Rage came again, no matter how she tried to control it.

Galadriel stood there, her despair coming in the form of unnatural silence. Around them an audience had formed all silently watching as the greatest Marchwarden in Lorien's long life lay dying. Arlothiyenne felt the despair deeper than anyone, even her mother. Something had to be done. Trying to calm her own rage, she spoke calmly. “Lord Elrond, help him!” she said as her body shook.

He looked up at her sadly. “I cannot, little one, he is too grave. No on has the powers to heal this magnitude of wounds. I am sorry.” he told her solemnly.

Rage built into a fire within her. In her desperation, she spoke again through pursed lips. “Elrond, HELP HIM!” her hands curled to fists at her sides.

Her hands began to tingle, her body heat rose, she was hot inside. Elrond just sat there looking down at Haldir whose breath was almost gone, Celeborn now sat on his knees, his head bowed low. Galadriel's eyes now settled on Haldir in disblief. The audience was now sniffling and crying at the news. The rage rose higher in her and she began to shake fiercely. She looked up at the rulers, one by one. She saw Gandalf standing next to Arwen and her brothers, Rumil not far away from them, his eyes tearing up. Her anger could not be shielded any longer. In her rage, she stalked over to the foot of the litter and stared at Elrond with eyes that could cut stone. “HELP HIM NOW, ELROND!”

All those that stood nearby or lay upon litters looked over at her, but she did not care. Their shock vibrated through her, but that was the least of her worries. Haldir could not die. He was not finished upon this earth. She began to glow, she felt it coming on. Her hands tingling more now than ever, almost to an ache. She felt her eyes changed, and everything seem to burn blaze orange. She was reaching a boiling point. Galadriel sensing Arlothiyenne's pain, and anger, reached out to console her daughter, but quickly cried out in pain. Arlothiyenne had burned her.

Arlothiyenne glared at her mother, rage burning, her eyes blazing orange red. The fire was consuming her from the inside out. In the midst of this rage, Arlothiyenne found the strength and stalked forward. Grabbing the Rivendel Lord she picked him up as if he were a rag doll and slung him to the side. Her ada looked on shocked at her behavior. Elrond sat there on his backside staring at Arlothiyenne in shock. Falling to her knees she stretched out her hands just as Haldir was taking his last breath.

“You shall not die, Haldir of Lorien. By the Valar, I will not let you,” she closed her eyes, her hands outstretched over him, her head lifted to the heavens. She listened, drowning out all the noises around her. She found the worst pin point of the wound and began the circular motions. She felt the blood flow, the most of the damage. She concentrated as hard as she could. His pain slowly drifted into her. It was unbearable.

Her breath hitched, and she hissed out in that pain, but pushed on through it, until she felt the wound closing and began to feel the mending of the organs. The zip sound came but she kept on going until she felt something completely new. His pulse mixed with hers, his soul reached out for her. The words in her mind began to repeat over and over. 'My strength is your strength'. She felt his soul deeply within her, and hers deeply within his. For that moment, they were one flesh. Soon the burning in her hands lessened more, but did not dissipate. The burning in her steadied. She opened her eyes.

For a moment, Haldir just laid there, his wounds gone, the only evidence being slight pink lines, not breath was in him. She just gazed and watched his chest. Then it happened.

Like a rushing wind, Haldir came alive again, taking in a deep breath, his eyes opened in shock as if His soul had been given life again. Arlothiyenne breathed in a breath, not knowing she had held it. His breathing became shallow but steady, his chest rose and fell normally again. Elrond sat back stunned, and Celeborn breathed a sigh of relief. Celeborn reached forward and checked the pulse on Haldir's neck. “He is alive!” he said surprised. Everyone standing there, clapped, cheered and thanked the Valar the marchwarden lived.

She was relieved to, but still felt the heat in her rising more. She had to get it out somehow, she felt the need so strong. She saw Haldir was comfortable and stood slowly. Wobbling a little from exertion but other than that, her energy was strong.

Elrond stood and came over to her. Her eyes set straight staring blankly. She still heard all he said. “You did it Arlothiyenne. You saved him.” he said placing a comforting hand to her shoulder.

She looked at him, but not really seeing him. “I am sorry I pushed you, Lord Elrond.” she said blankly. He smiled but did not care, she could tell. She left his grasp walking at first. Her mother stood there watching her. She stopped and looked at her nana. “I am sorry, I hurt you nana.” Then kept on walking.

All was stunned by her behavior. Something was wrong. All felt it. Arwen and her brothers followed after her, with Rumil limping behind them. But Arlothiyenne did not seem to notice she had followers. Her sights were set straight ahead. She felt the urge to run, to get away, to calm herself. She began running as fast as she could. Her mind going over what she had just done. The near loss of the only one she ever loved and will ever love. The thoughts of what those vile creatures had done to him, and the others rose to blind anger in her. Tears streamed from her eyes as she kept running.

Lost in the moment.....

Arlothiyenne ran so hard and so fast, the fire that was building was humming in her soul. She was led by unseen force to the one place she ought not to have gone, but in her she felt she was needing to go there. The Dungeons. The guards stood outside the doors their eyes catching sight of her before she got too close.

One guard stepped forward. “My Lady, you should not be here.” he said to her.

Arlothiyenne snarled at him, then let out an angry breath. In a voice not truly her own she spoke to him. “I will enter freely, or I will throw you from my path. Let me enter!” she commanded. Her rage which had been flared longer than any other time that day, came through. Her eyes changed, her body and even her hair began to glow the bright glowing orange. The guards saw this and shied away from her path and opened the door for her to enter. Both shook and shaking as she entered the dungeons.

Gathering Information....

Arlothiyenne entered the dark dungeon corridor, the smell of dampened soil and the stones slippery with the moisture. She walked slowly, taking in the sight of the dampened walls, and the smells that permeated there. She looked on straight ahead to the door at the end of the tunnel, it being the only thing she could see. She passed the wardens and guardians of this place, but none got in her path, their faces showing fear. She needed no light, for her skin glowed enough to guide her. At the end of the corridor, she saw a long guard sitting at his desk. A captain. He stood in front of her, his eyes opened in horror. His voice gave way to his uneasy feelings toward her being there.

“My Lady, this is not place for a woman. I ask you, please return to the city.” he said as his voice faltered.

She looked at him, stalked toward him. Backing him against the wall. “You will open the cell door, and let me enter!” she commanded, not taking 'No' for an answer. The Elf fumbled with his keys and handed them with shaking hands. “You will open the door, and lock it behind me. Understood?” she said venomously.

The Elf looked stricken by her appearance and complied. He fumbled with the lock and after only seconds the door was open. He stepped aside. Arlothiyenne in her state of blank feeling, reached out and took the Guard's sword from its sheath and entered the cell. The Elf closed the door, but watched from the small barred window as she walked closer to the Orc that was within. Another guard approached his captain.

Whispering, the captain told him, “Go and fetch help. Tell Lord Celeborn what is going on in here. This elleth is mad!” The second warden left running from the dungeon.

Arlothiyenne looked upon the pitiful beast before her. Her eyes assessing its condition. The guards had chained it to the ceiling, its arms restrained above its head, its feel tightly chained to the floor and a muzzle placed upon its mouth. The stench emanating from it sickened her to the point of wanting to vomit. Rotting flesh and body odor of one that never bathed. Grotesque it was to her. It snarled behind the muzzle, its voice an almost screeching sound. She laughed.

In its design, this orc, was much bigger than one she had seen before. Thickly made, its skin black and rubbery looking. She paced in front of it looking at the filth of it with great disgust.

Behind her, through the tiny window, she heard the sound of the Elf guard talking to the others gathered there. No doubt by now the elf had sent for help. The guard captain spoke to her pleading, “My lady, please. Come from there, you will be hurt.” he said his voice shaking with fear.

Hearing his pleas did something to her senses. A feeling of rebellion came over her. Her eyes shot to his, no doubt still burning with rage. “No. It is not I that will be harmed, but this abomination.” she reached out and poked the orc with the tip of the sword.

She turned back to the Orc and smiled sweetly. “Tell me beast. Why is it that HE is looking for me? I am nothing more than a helpless elleth, who from what some would say, who is mad.” She said tauntingly.

The Orc stared at her and watched as she moved back and forth in front of him. “He knows who you are and what you are. Join him, and no harm will come to you.” he spoke in his rough and ragged voice. A growl followed.

“Why would I join evil? I am nothing.” she insisted.

“You are a child of light. Your power emanates from you like a beacon. Join him, or perish.” he warned.

Arlothiyenne laughed out. “No!” she said simply. This orc was different, different than all the rest. It was sent to seek her out, to bring her to his master. “I will not side with evil.” she told him.

He said nothing. She punched his gut and forced him to howl out loud. She needed answers to many things. Needed to know what it knew. Her hands began to glow the determination rising up in her. “If you will not reveal what you know, I shall force you.” she told it.

The dark laugh from him sounded in the room. She looked at it, getting a feeling to do something she deep down did not want to do. Touch him. “How can you force me to tell you anything?” he asked in disbelief.

“Easy.” she said simply. She dropped the sword with a loud clank to the floor. She came to stand directly in front of it, her eyes searching his. The elves on the other side of the cell doors begged her no to touch it. But she tuned them out. Her hands glowed fiery red now, aching to touch this beast. She felt the surge of power within her. She looked at her hands in wonder for a moment, then reached up to grasp his face in her hands.

The point of contact she felt began to burn, the beast screaming out in pain, his flesh burning beneath her palms. She closed her eyes, and felt the power overcome her. She shuddered and nearly bowed over with the pain of it, but pushed through it.

The images came in waves. Things she saw, she did not understand. Plans for the future of Middle Earth lay there before her, flashing, and popping into her head. Such things that caused her emotional pain. From the vision of her parents, to her leaving Lorien, to her return and beyond. What mind blowing things, this creature's master has in store. Things that down right sickened her to the point of fainting. But she kept the contact.

The Healing Tents......

Haldir laid upon his cot resting comfortably. His eyes half open and half closed most of the time. He had been stunned when told what all Arlothiyenne had done. He was worried though, cause she was not there with him, but was told that she needed to be alone. The only ones remaining in the tent with him, was Rumil, Lady Galadriel and both Lords. They sat there waiting for word on Arlothiyenne. They had become worried earlier when told she ran off, and changed her path. No on knew where she was, or how she was doing.

In his state of reveries, Haldir began to stir, his head going from side to side. Fighting something. Galadriel sensed it was something to do with Arlothiyenne but was not sure. Finally Haldir bolted upright, his eyes wide, his worry and fear plastered upon his features. “Arlothiyenne!” he said huskily, a sharp twinge hit him. Galadriel sat beside him and closed her eyes. She reached out to Arlothiyenne, but saw nothing, only felt.

Her feelings were loud and clear. Pain, hurt, hate, rage. Then it donned on her she was with the Orc. She opened her eyes and her head shot to Celeborn. Before she could speak, a guard came running into the tent. Haldir tried to get up but was urged by Elrond to stay down to rest. “My Lord Celeborn. Come quickly! The girl she is in the dungeon with the prisoner. She has gone mad!” he told him quickly.

Galadriel held onto Celeborn's arm. “He is right, My love. She is going to kill it. Stop her!” she spoke hastily.

Celeborn bolted from the tent and called to his grandsons who stood nearby. “El! Ro! Come with me, I know where Arlothiyenne is. We must hasten!” both twins perked up, grabbed their swords and ran after their grandfather. As they followed the guard, two of the wardens nearby, had heard and followed just in case.

Information gathered......

Arlothiyenne stood there, connected with this vile creature. Once the bulk of information was taken. It slumped its head to its chest. Weakened and wounded. The burns deep and penetrating into its temples. Not enough to kill it, but render it almost dead. She grabbed the chin of the beast and forced it to look at her.

She was tiring quickly, felt it in her bones, in her mind. It had drained her to do what she just done, but it was necessary. She held stern and looked it in the eyes. “I will tell you what commander. I appreciate you sharing your information with me. It will be a great help to destroy your kind. Now, tell me.” she stopped, threw his chin to the side her hands leaving him. She began pacing. Her new rebellion still there. She taunted it. “How would you like to die? Painfully slow, or painlessly quick?” she asked it.

It said nothing to her, it stared as if a vegetable. She placed a finger to her bottom lip and thought. It was at this moment her conscious began to come back. She realized she had been cruel to this creature. So not like her people, who respected everything living and dead, regardless of friend or foe. She looked at the creature again, a wave of pity came upon her. She had hurt this creature bad, but with the knowledge of what it knew, the plans of destruction, the plans of murders, she still hated it. She decided to shut off her emotions and grant it a swift death. It deserved no less than that.

Outside the cell door she heard the commotion of the guards as her father came to the door. She knew he would come and now he would witness her kindness to the creature. She felt his presence looking into the room. “Arlothiyenne. What are you doing? Have you gone mad? Come from there now!” he pleaded.

She did not turn, held fast to the sternness she felt. “I have the information you needed ada. I took it from him, forcefully. Right now he is so weak he will die painfully I fear. But seeing that we are compassionate people I find it only fitting to give him a swift death.” she said calmly reaching to the floor and retrieving the sword she had stolen earlier. She held the sword and studied it a moment, as if remembering on how to use it. She took a stance and held it in front of her pointed to the beast.

“Arlothiyenne, come from there. He will have his time. Please sweetling. For me.” he pleaded again. He turned the guard beside him and motioned for him to unlock the cell. The guard fumbled again with the keys, and unlocked the cell door, Celeborn entered with Elladan and Elorhir behind him. “Please baby girl. Stop.”

“Ada, you did not see what his kind and his master has planned. He has to go. I am doing him a swift favor. Please do not come closer.” she asked him. She prayed to the valar that this thing's death would be quick. She brought the sword above her head higher. Celeborn moved closer.

Arlo angled the sword just right so that it would pierce the heart of the beast and kill it instantly. In a swift motion, she slammed the sword in its body and twisted the blade to make sure it was dead. After the task was done, the room fell silent and she pulled out the sword. She dropped it the second it was out. She stood there a moment just staring, then slowly turned. Celeborn was stunned, Elladan and Elrohir eyes were on the creature. The death had been swift and her want to make it so was honorable. She just stared at them, not saying anything.

After many moments just staring, Celeborn turned to the guards and bid them to dispose of the body. He turned to Arlothiyenne who was surrounded by the twins arms. She looked at her ada, a tear falling silently down her cheek. She whispered, “Ada. I am sorry, but I had to do it.” she told him.

He came forward and grasped her face in his hands, “Shush, baby girl. Worry not on it.” he looked at her intently. “You are exhausted. Come on.” he softly commanded. She began to walk but her legs began to buckle. He bent down placing one arm behind her knees and the other behind her back and lifted her. Her arms tiredly going around his neck.

“I am tired, ada. Do you think nana will be mad at me?” she asked sheepishly.

“No, sweetling. Not at all. Just sit there and rest.” he kissed her cheek as she laid her head on his shoulder. “I have good news. Haldir woke up and was wondering where you were. He is worried for you.”

“That is good, ada. I cannot wait to see him.” she said as her eyes closed.
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