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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 Ten: Visiting Nana and Ada, Orophin's Healing, and a Vow

Meeting with the Rulers....

Galadriel sat quietly in Celeborn's study, as her beloved, her son-in-law, and old friend Gandalf spoke of rising shadows, and outcomes of such a thing. Her mind suddenly clouded with worry for her adopted daughter. She spaced out her thoughts, until the voices of the men were drowned out, by her own inner voices.

She closed her eyes, reaching out with her mind to see her daughter's thoughts, but found, that it was closed off from her. How could that be? No one was able to drown out her inner voice from themselves. Her senses grew and found that she was only able to pick up on the feelings of Arlothiyenne. Confusion, fear, disbelief, urgency. Urgency? That was one she had never expected.

With her mind's eye, she saw Arlothiyenne approaching the door to the study. She opened her eyes, and look to Celeborn and the others still engrossed in conversation.

Celeborn looked up and spoke to his beloved. “My dear, what is it?” he asked concerned.

She smiled slightly. “Arlothiyenne approaches. I have tried to see what is bothering her, but found that she was blocked from me. I feel what she has to say and reveal is troubling her mind.” She looked away feeling a little weary from the knowledge of knowing her daughter shut her out. She put a hand to her mouth. “How is it that I cannot see what is in her mind? Am I losing my power, or is it that her power is running stronger? I do not know, but I feel she is coming to tell what she saw.”

Elrond sat on the chair nearest his mother-in-law, his first finger propping his head up on the arm. Gandalf stood nearest the window, his hands clasped behind his back. Celeborn stood and leaned on the desk behind him.

A knock sounded.

“Come in Arlothiyenne.” Celeborn called out.

The door opened, Arlothiyenne entered quietly and came to sit upon the chair facing her mother.

Silence came as all studied her for many moments.

She looked at Elrond, her face showing great remorse. “Lord Elrond, my dear adopted brother-in-law. I am so sorry for how I treated you today. It was unforgivable of me to be so forceful with you. Can you find it in your heart to accept my apology?' she said clasping her hand in her lap, and fiddling with her fingers.

Elrond smiled broadly, and leaned forward to grab her hands. “No I will not, for I have already forgiven you, my dear little sister. You were desperate, and because that desperation, you passed your first lessons in healing, and you saved our dear mellon, the marchwarden. What would make you think, I would feel ill toward you?” His voice boomed with compassion, and care. Arlothiyenne looked up at him and saw his eyes spoke no lie. He had forgiven her.

“You are much older than myself, and a Lord. I am not usually one to get so forceful with anyone. I felt it right and fitting to come and face you fully for my actions. I regretted it from then.” she commented.

“Think nothing of it, little one. I shall not.” He smiled amused. “But remind me, never to enrage you again.”

Arlothiyenne laughed out quietly, nervously. She looked to her mother. “Nana, I am sorry for burning you. I did not mean to. Forgive me?” she asked.

“Of course, was only a slight burn and by tomorrow morning, it will be gone completely.” she said adamantly insisting on the fact. “Arlothiyenne, I sense your mind is troubled, tell me dear, what is it?” She urged.

“Things that are too confusing to comprehend. Questions I have about what I saw. There are some things, that have not happened yet, and cannot be revealed just yet.” She looked at Elrond then Gandalf. “Perhaps I should speak to my parents alone. If there is some things you need to know, they can tell you later.” She was suggesting they leave, but politely, discreetly.

Elrond and Gandalf took the hint. Elrond stood, and bent to kiss Arlothiyenne's forehead. Gandalf walked over and hugged her shoulders. She told them good night.

“It is good I leave anyway. I have patients to see to. Gandalf you may join me if you wish.” Elrond said first to The Lord and Lady, then turned to Gandalf.

Gandalf spoke loudly. “Thank you Elrond. But I feel I must prepare for Arlothiyenne's training. Much needed to be learn. But should you need assistance in the healing tents, you but need to call out my name and I shall be there.” He turned to the Lord and Lady. “I shall see you both on the morrow.”

The Lord and the wizard left the room.

Arlothiyenne turned back to her mother, and Celeborn came to sit next to his daughter.

Revealing Information....

Arlothiyenne looked as if she was nervous about something and Galadriel moved to lean forward and take her hand in hers. “Arlothiyenne, what has been revealed?” she asked searching her daughter's mind.

“The shadow upon the land is growing, and soon, how soon is not revealed to me, but it will happened far sooner than we can expect. An enemy, once thought dead, is rising. There is plans for building an army that is faster, stronger, and more dominate that we have ever known. Middle Earth is on the brink of massive destruction at the hand of this enemy. I saw him today, before I connected to the Orc. A great Fiery Eye, it spoke to me in a language, I do not know. He knows of me, nana. It was because of me, the orcs attacked the border. This army is to be stronger than the ones that attacked.” Arlothiyenne took her hands from her mother's and wiped her eyes. “When I connected with the beast today, I saw the plan, I know what is coming. But one question I have is why is it after me? Some of the answer was revealed to me. It has something to do with my heritage, my real parent's origins. Here the only way to show what I saw, is for you to connect with me.” Arlothiyenne held out her hand to both her mother and father. She touched the sides of their faces and closed her eyes.

The power of the images surged out through her fingertips. She replayed what she saw through that power and told them what she was told. When the images stopped, her eyes opened to find both her parents sitting there solemn, forlorn.

Celeborn placed a hand to his mouth to cover his shock. “We had hoped you did not need to see it. It is why we blood adopted you. To help shield you from unwanted eyes.” he stood and went to the window, looking out into the night.

Galadriel stared at her sadly. “I hope you do not feel that we have wronged you in not revealing all. The blood adoption was only partly to shield you. Truly. Shelowyn knew that she and Maeolari did not have much time. She felt it and knew it. She came to us for help, for you. We love you Arlo, very much.” Galadriel was perplexed.

“All I know, is what was shown to me. I do not understand it. The Valar has kept me in the dark all this time. Why?” she asked.

“You needed to travel, to learn of them other people of Middle Earth, to help you in the decisions you will make. We know so little of what your task will be fully. We just know that you will help ride Middle Earth of evil that is now trying to resurface.” Celeborn spoke in a ghostly voice.

“The fact is, I am part maia. Why was that kept from me?” she asked looking from Galadriel, to Celeborn and back to Galadriel.

“To protect you. We had hoped that if we gave you more elven blood you would go undetected and be safer. It worked for nearly two centuries. Your time of Destiny is slowly knocking on your door.” Galadriel, slid off the chair and onto her knees in front of Arlothiyenne. “Please do not feel so angry with us, pen nath. We only meant to protect you until it was time to do what was needed.”

“I am not angry, nana. It would have been nice to have known sooner.” she felt overwhelmed by this. “What will happen when others will find out about me? Will they still accept me as their princess, or will they hate me as a traitor?” she asked.

“No one must know, until it is time to reveal it. Once they get to know you better, then when that time comes, they will look past it and still love you for who you really are.” Galadriel assured her.

“What am I really?” she asked.

“You are our adopted daughter. A child of light, who is pure, good, above all the product of bad circumstances. Your father and mother, knew you would be great, felt it in their hearts, and minds. That is why they came to us. When the time is fully right, the Valar, in their infinite wisdom will reveal what you are to do. Trust them. Trust us.” Celeborn said coming to Arlothiyenne's side and hugged her to him.

“We Love you Arlothiyenne. Almost as if you were the daughter of our own flesh. We never meant to keep it from you forever. It was something that had to be revealed in the right time.” Galadriel said taking a hand and caressing Arlothiyenne's cheek.

“I love the two of you very much. Just like you were my real parents. I understand now, why the secrecy. Do not feel ill for doing what you needed.” She told them.

They each hugged their adopted daughter, kissed her forehead. The tender moment, caused all three to become teary eyed. Galadriel smiled through the slowly rising tears. “Now, it has been a long day. I suggest that we all take our rest. Will you return to Haldir's side?” she asked, smoothing down Arlothiyenne's hair.

“Yes, he made me promise.” Arlothiyenne laughed. “ The silly old elf, said if I did not he would spank me.”

Celeborn and Galadriel laughed out. “Sounds like Haldir. But what he does not realize, if he does that. I will have to spank him for touching my daughter.” Celeborn said outrightly.

“I think he knows that.' Arlothiyenne said as the three of them stood. Hugged each other again. They parted, promising to see each other in the morning.

Arlothiyenne made her way down the stairs to the forest floor, but felt the tingling in her hands begin again. Something was happening, not right. She reached out to Elrond.

“Lord Elrond. Is everything alright? Where are you?” she asked him.

“Arlothiyenne. What is going on sweetling? Why are you calling for me?” he asked.

“I had a feeling come over me. My hands are tingling again. I thought something was wrong.” she said to him worried.

“Yes. I am in one of the healing tents. I am with Orophin.” he said.

“Is he alright?' she asked in almost a panic.

He did not speak and only showed an image of her sworn brother. Orophin was dying.

“I will be there soon, Elrond. Show me which tent.” she softly commanded him.

The image came. The tent was not far from Haldir's.

Orophin's Healing.....

Arlothiyenne's feet carried her fast, but her heart beat even faster. She had not seen Orophin since earlier in the day when he arrived and had not known he was so bad. Poison. Her mind raced. It had to be. A wound like his would not have been so grave in the normal state. It had to be poison.

She found herself entering the emergency healing place, her feet moving faster now. Her heart pumping even faster. What would happen to him? Would he die? She nearly sobbed out at the thought. Orophin and Rumil were like her brothers. She had been separated for two centuries, and that hurt. But if he died a part of her would to.

She arrived at the tent, within moments of her speaking with Elrond. Not bothering to knock, she entered only to be stopped by the sight of her beloved sworn brother.

He was shimmering with sweat, his head moving from side to side as if he fought an unknown force. The healers, including Elrond stood beside the bed, all looking at a loss as to what to do. She neared the bed, but stopped when Elrond looked up, forlorn, and solemn.

“We have tried every treatment we know of for this. But this poison, is too strong and cannot be purged. I fear, his life is at its end.” Elrond spoke sadly.

“There is nothing that can be done?” it was more of a statement than a question.

Numbly, she walked to the side of the bed, and sat, picking up the hand beside her. She held it tightly within her own, and prayed under her breath. It was then she felt the surge of energy passing through her. Her hands began to tingle and warm up. The healing touch. She had to try. She looked to Elrond.

“Elrond, what if I tried?” she asked him, desperate to do something.

Elrond shook his head. “Do not risk it, Arlothiyenne. You can heal wounds, but poison. I do not think your body could handle it. It could harm you. It is different than a wound.” he said honestly.

She looked down at Orophin, who still fought strongly against the unseen forces of his fever. His body clammy with sweat, his face paler than anyone she had ever seen. Her heart lurched with fear for him. She had to try something. No matter what the risk may be.

“I have to try. I have to. I feel led to.” she said.

Taking the sleeves of her gown, she pushed them far up her forearm. Reaching out, she removed the blanket from the leg, and nearly retched at the sight of his leg.

The wound was deep, no stitching had they done, for draining as she supposed. The wound was a deep purple, nearly black, deeply reddened streaks led from the wound, the skin turned ashen. The leg would have to come off, if nothing else could be done, but she could not allow that to happen. Orophin would not sustain his life, he was crippled.

She prayed softly. “Lords and Ladies on high, guide my hands. Make me a vessel of your healing and help me to heal your humble servant. I beseech you.” She had to do this, she knew it.

She closed her eyes and turned away, as a wave of nausea hit her. But she bit it back and reached out. Her hands beyond tingling, and now numb. Her hands began to glow fire orange. She reached out and ran her hand, just above the skin, to feel the center of it. After several passes, she found it, and began concentrating on the healing.

As she turned her hands in circular motions over the center at first, then slowly moving her hand outwards. The pain struck her hard. Seeping into her core, permeating her sensing. The blackness of it, was becoming part of her. A wave of nausea hit her again, as the odor of the wound began to permeate her nostril, not from the outside of her, but from within. She pushed and pushed, until she felt the effects began to lesson. The palms of her hands burned like fire, and throbbed. It was now that the faint beat of a heart began to fill her ears. She was close to Orophin's soul. The heart beat got more steady as the moments passed, then it was as if she was flying.

Weightless she was, as the healing was coming to a close. The nausea was there, the headache coming on strong. This had not happened before when she healed. She took in a deep breath as she felt the muscles, skin, and vessels began to mend, closing with the sound of a 'zip'. It was finished.

She opened her eyes, but found her vision was blurred, her headache a low throb, and her breathing labored. She closed her eyes, wiped them with her hands, and then re-opened them to find herself lying on a cot. She sat up, slightly dizzy. But quickly regained her composure.

She got off the cot, and came to the bed. Orophin looked nearly normal. Only his hair was wet with sweat, his color was good, and he was resting peacefully. Elrond came to her and felt her head and looked her in the eye. “How are you faring, Arlo?” he asked concern crossing his high brows.

“I feel fine now. Is he?” she asked looking down at him.

“His wound is better. I believe it is all gone. It closed well, and has been bandaged. You gave us a scare a few moments ago, when the healing stopped and you were unconscious. I am amazed you survived it.” He told her relieved.

“Good. Has he awakened?” she asked.

“No. But seems to be trying to. Look.” he told her as he pointed.

Her gaze shot to Orophin. Sure enough, he was slowly coming awake. “Orophin. Gwanur, I am here. Awake for us please.” she pleaded in a whisper into his ear.

Having heard her voice, his eyes shot open in shock, and he turned his face to hers. “What did you do, Arlo?” he said in a raspy, labored voice.

“I healed you. I had to. Nothing else worked.” she said smiling at him.

“You could have died.” he said shocked.

“But you did not. The Valar will not allow one of my guardians to die. I asked them to aid me to aid you.”she told him as she kissed his cheek.

“Thank you, so much. I could never repay you for it.” he said weakly.

“Who said anything about repayment. I done it freely, with my heart. You are like a brother to me, Phin.” she told him.

He smiled at her. “The Valar helped her, Orophin. We had not aiding in this, for we were unsure how she would react to the healing of poison.” Elrond confirmed.

He licked his lips, feeling parched. Arlothiyenne brought the water to his lips. “Easy now brother, you have been with fever. A little at a time. That is it.” she said as he drank the water slowly. He looked at her.

“It is good to see you awake, Arlo. I had prayed the Valar would bring you back to us.” he said laying back upon the pillow. He looked to Elrond. “How are my brothers? Is Haldir alright, is Rumil?”he asked worried.

Arlothiyenne patted his hand, then stroked his arm. “Rumil is doing fine. Minor injuries he sustained to his ribs. Haldir, suffered more than all that arrived here. I healed him. He is up and moving about, though he was near dead earlier today.” she reached and brushed a stray hair from his face.

“Did I hear my name?” a voice came from the door.

All turned to look at the door. Orophin lifted his head and looked overjoyed. Arlothiyenne gasped seeing him. How long had he been at the door? Elrond looked quite peeved. “Haldir, you stubborn elf. What in Mordor, are you doing out of the bed? I told you to rest.” Elrond's voice boomed out in irritation.

“I was in bed, until my little brother came to inform me our middle brother was in danger. I had to come be with him.” Haldir said looking at Arlothiyenne. “Besides, Rumil spied in here as Arlothiyenne was doing her healing, and I wanted to see it myself. I see I missed the excitement.” he looked at Rumil irritated. “Thanks to my baby brother and his procrastinating, I was late. Besides, Lord Elrond, you of all people know I hate to be bed ridden.”

Arlothiyenne stifled a giggle at Haldir. It was so like him to be sarcastic. Elrond's booming voice broke through the humor, “I do not care, Haldir of Lorien. Blast it you were close to death yourself today. I told you to rest.” he shook his head.

Arlothiyenne dampened his irritation. “Now, Lord Elrond, do not scold him. I shall punish him later for his insolence.” She said her expression never changing from her serious look.

Haldir smiled broadly. “Yes, she is great at nagging. Like a mother hen to her chicks. I think I will start calling her 'Nana'. Everyone in the room found humor in it, including Orophin whose laughter turned to a moan of pain. Elrond looked quite unkempt with it. Rumil helped his eldest brother to the chair beside Orophin's bed. Haldir reached out for Orophins hand and squeezed. “It is good to see you little brother.”

Orophin smiled. “And you as well. However, I will scold Arlo for what she did. She could have died.” he told Haldir. Haldir's gaze shot to her.

“What does he mean?” he asked concern.

“There was the possibility but the Valar thought best to listen to my prayer to help. So I did not.” she said smiling at him.

Elrond stood behind them shaking his head. It was obvious that his work for the night here, was done, and that none of them would listen to his pleas to rest. He threw his hands in the air, and gave up. “Since none of you will listen to me. I am turning in for the night. I will check on all of you in the morning.” He motioned for the healers to leave with him.

Going to rest.....

After a brief visit. Arlothiyenne noticed that Orophin begin showing signs of fatigue, and she was beginning to show signs of exhaustion. The day had taken a toll on all of them. She stood beside Haldir. “I think Elrond is right. We should all rest. Tomorrow is another day.' Placing a hand on Haldir's shoulder. “Come on my stubborn March warden let's get you back into bed.”

Haldir looked up at her. “You would like that wouldn't you?” he asked playfully.

“Oh, yes! I would. Now do I need to nag you?” she asked smiling down at him.

Rumil giggled, enjoying that fact that his brother was so playful. Orophin smiled sleepily. “No, I will come. Freely, and readily.” Haldir told her raising a brow. Rumi looked to his eldest brother questioningly. “You know how the elleth's love me.”

Arlo slapped his arm lightly and huffed. “In your dreams, you arrogant elf.” she looked at Orophin who was now staring at her. “You need to sleep. I will come by and see you in the morning.” She bent and kissed his forehead.

“Thank you, sister.” he said sheepishly.

“My pleasure, brother.” She helped Rumil tuck him in. “Now Rumil if you stay, I insist you rest. There is an empty cot over there and I expect you to use it.” she said giving him a stern look.

“I will.” he reached to hug her. “Thank you so much for what you done for us.” he kissed her cheek. “See you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight you two.” she said assisting Haldir to stand. He was sore, and tired, she felt it. He wrapped an arm about his waist to help him stand. “Come on you big oaf. Your bed awaits you.”

Haldir smiled and turned to say good night to his brothers. Both said their farewells as Haldir and Arlothiyenne walked out the door.

The walk to Haldir's tent was a short one. He was moving better she thought, and faster. Though their pace was slow, she noticed how at ease he was. He draped an arm about her waist and pulled her to him. She was growing more tired than she had been and began to yawn. Seeing how tired she was getting, Haldir held to her tighter. It was a good thing she was on his uninjured side. He only felt a twinge now and then, and was slightly sore, but by tomorrow, even though he had lost a lot of blood, he would be almost mended.

They entered the tent and saw the beds were changed, and a nightdress was laid out upon her cot, a Curtain was hung in the middle of the tent for her privacy. “Who brought the night clothes?” she asked him.

“Rumil had a friend of his do it. She hung the curtain for you if you wanted privacy. There is some food on the table next to my bed. If you are hungry.” he said looking to the table.

“No, I am not truthfully. I am just tired. Here let us get you to bed.” she said helping to sit on the bed. Haldir sat down a little easier than she expected. She bent to her knees and began unlacing his boots.

Haldir smiled wickedly as she was bent before him, unlacing his boots. The sight turned him on a little. “While you are down there, there is something I need you to do.” he told her in a husky voice.

She looked up stunned. “What-?” she started then realized he was joking. She sat up straight and pushed his shoulder. “That is not appropriate Haldir and you know it.” Her hands were resting on his shoulders, she realized, and watched as he grabbed her wrists, then pulled her hands to his lips, where he kissed her fingertips.

“I know. Just wanted to jest a little. Did I offend you?” he said looking at her intently.

“No. But you should watch what you say to me. Ada hears it, he will cut off your privates and feed them to the orcs.” She said in a dead serious tone.

“Probably.” he said releasing one of her hands, taking his hand and brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “ I am sorry. I cannot help myself. I feel more alive with you around. How is that possible?”

“Um, I do not know. Perhaps you have been acting old and crabby since I was here as a child.” she said smiling at him.

“You may be right on that one, Lirimaer.” he leaned and kissed her cheek and then hugged her.

She embraced him, took in his scent and kissed his jaw. “I am so glad you are alive.” she said wanting to fall asleep where she was at.

“I have you to thank for that, and I have the rest of my life to make up for that.” he whispered in her ears. She pulled back and looked up at him, yawned again. “I think it is high time a certain young elleth needs to go to bed.” He said taking on his marchwarden authority.

“Yep.” she stood, and went behind the curtain and changed into her nightdress.

She peeked around at Haldir who had settled himself on his bed half sitting half laying down. He looked at her and scooted to his left side of the bed and patted the right side. “Come 'ere. I want you to sleep right here.” he said as he patted.

“Haldir, I do not think it is decent. I should-” she began to protest.

“I will not take 'NO' for an answer. Besides, everyone knows I am noble, and I protect those I care for. They will not think ill if you sleep here with me. Besides, I won't bite...hard.” He smiled wickedly. The smile was one of those one could not resist to laugh at.

“You sure, no one will think badly?” she asked.

“No they will not. Besides, the Lord and lady will know, and of course, Elrond. I am honorable and I will not put your virtue in jeopardy. Now, come 'ere.” he softly commanded.

She moved fast to the side of the bed, lifted the blanket with Haldir's help, and climbed in. He slid down some, wrapped an arm about her shoulder, and pulled her close to him. He wanted to keep her close to him, never let her go. She was his, he knew it. One day he would show her how much she was his. He kissed the top of her head, and listened as her breathing slowed. And soon the soft snore could be heard. She was asleep.

He stroked her hair, reveling in the feel of it. Having her so near him, brought a peace he had never known before. She felt right, and good where she was. He stiffened a little, as he felt her wrap her arm about his middle and settle deeper into comfort. She was at peace, and this made him glad.

He looked down on face. The peaceful angelic glow there, her dark lashes fanning her cheek, the soft heat of her breath upon his stomach. She was beautiful. Pride, knowing that he was bringing her peace during her slumber, welled up in him. He softly muttered, “My dear, sweet little Arlothiyenne. How glad I am to have you finally home.” he stopped, kissed her forehead. “I vow, here and now, that no harm shall ever come upon you. I will protect you until my dying breath, for my love for you is strong, and everlasting. Since the first time I held you as a babe in my arms, I knew you were special. To our people, to our lord and lady, and....to me. I love you.” he kissed her forehead again, then pulled her tighter to him, nestling himself closer to her. He closed his eyes in sweet reverie.

The Lady sees....

Standing at her mirror glade the lady had spent two hours going over the images Arlo had shown her, trying to figure out, when the events would start to unfold.

The last image, was of Arlothiyenne, in Haldir's arms, sleeping soundly. He was at peace she felt, and so was her daughter. Indeed the Valar chose her daughter's faer mate well in Haldir. She smiled as she heard his vow and declaration. “I vow, here and now, that no harm shall ever come upon you. I will protect you until my dying breath, for my love for you is strong, and everlasting. Since the first time I held you as a babe in my arms, I knew you were special. To our people, to our lord and lady, and....to me. I love you.” And watched as he fell to slumber. She was pleased.

She left the glade, her heart filled with many things, but one of those rung through. Hope.

N/A: Please Review. Sorry this was so long, but much was needed. Hope you like it.
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