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Eyther Naarisae (Name change to Kahlin Caladwen	By : CJComhaire Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 2937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My eyes opened ever so slightly and were at once greeted with a happy sight. All around me were the glowing lights of Lorien. For a moment I was at peace.
Then my memories returned.
I leapt from the bed, a strong arm stopping me before my foot left the ground.
“Leithio nin!” I shouted but the man did not let me go. I looked behind me. He was a man of Gondor.
“Release me!” I repeated in his tongue.
“I cannot.”
“I must go to Lady Galadriel. What I hold will test the fate of Middle Earth.” He looked into my eyes and after a moment he let go. I rushed away and towards the house of Celeborn. The man of Gondor followed closely.
Along the way I realized he was the man who had saved me and stopped mid stride.
“You saved my life.” I turned and looked into his grey eyes. He didn’t speak but I knew it was him.
“I owe you a great debt.” He stayed silent and with a quizzical expression I turned back around and continued forward.

The house of Celeborn was in the middle of Caras Galadhon and adorned in the most beautiful staircase, which lead to the council room in the center of the tree.
When we arrived Galadriel was speaking with Celeborn and what looked to be one of their captains.
“Kahlin. Gil sila na lu govaded.” She greeted, “Man mathach?” In sindarin she asked me how I was feeling.
“Im maer,” I began in our tongue but changed to the language of men so my savior could understand what we said. “What of the parcel my lady?”
”It is safe.” She smiled, her eyes shining .
Celeborn appeared next to is wife and spoke in his deep sultry voice. “You must go to Minas Tirith. There you will reveal yourself to the true king of Gondor.” He paused and his expression turned to sorrow. “I fear it will not be enough but you can not fall into enemy hands again young Eyllis.”
He was right. I would have failed if not for them.
“Yes my lord, it will not happen again, I swear it.” I bowed my head.
“Boromir will accompany you.” Galadriel said. I looked to the man behind me and now knew why he seemed so familiar. He was the prince of Gondor, Captain of the white tower.
“You must leave now or you will be too late!” Celeborn looked worried. His vision must have indeed been horrid.
We left within the hour.

For several days we traveled along the paths of the Anduin near Nen Hithoel. The weather was fair but at night it would freeze.
The next morning we would arrive at Amon Hen, one of the three peaks of Nen Hithoel, and then we would start our descent into the warmer yet more dangerous lands of Anorien. But soon after we would arrive in Minas Tirith so I could sleep easy this night.

I woke before Boromir the next morning. The air was cold and crisp yet the sun warm so I decided to wash by the river.
I unclasped my breast plate, pauldrons and arm bracers, then undressed myself and let loose the braids which held my hair in place. After today I would simply tie my hair back, braids took far too long.
Slowly I descended into the cold waters, every partially healed wound aching in protest. But soon the pain dulled and I was able to relax.

When I walked back to camp Boromir was awake and preparing breakfast. Sausage and tomatoes.
I placed my armor next the fire to warm the cold leather, and sat across from Boromir.
“We will pass through Amon Hen today and down the falls of Raoros. But I am not sure if we should pass through Nindalf or go around.”
The Nindalf was a brother to the dead marshes and though it wasn’t as dangerous it still held many of its own dangers.
However to go around would take 2 extra days and we could not afford to loose them.
“It would be safer to go around, yet quicker if we pass through.” He thought a moment. “I will follow whichever you choose.”
Boromir was a strong and talented warrior and I was able to handle my own battles so in the end we decided to travel through them.

Amon Hen appeared from behind the hill we climbed later that morning. I awaited Boromir as he had fallen behind in search of something. Yet he was not too far behind as I saw him come up the hill now.
As he ascended I could see his face grow more somber the higher he came.
When he reached me he was almost in a state of immense sorrow and anger.
“What is it Boromir?” I asked gently. He didn’t speak but instead pushed on. I followed unsure of what ailed him.
I walked mere feet into the ruins when I noticed a very disturbed area. It was around a tree and said tree was stained black with old blood. I inspected the area but found only a small piece of metal that had escaped under a brush.
There was an insignia on it. The white tree of Minas Tirith and I knew where it came from. Boromir was missing a piece of his armor, a simple small piece to his right bracer. But what was this doing here?
“Boromir.” I called out to him as he had wandered. He came to me and suddenly he looked haunted. Slowly he stepped away from the tree I stood under.
“Wait Boromir!” I said and followed him. He was half way to the falls when I caught up with him.
He stopped and leaned against a rock, clutching his chest in pain.
“Why did you run?” I asked when I came up beside him.
“Forgive me, I..” he couldn’t speak but it was not because he did not want to. His breath came in deep almost heaving sighs. It had something to do with his chest.
Against his wishes I undressed him enough to see his chest. A great many wounds were scarred into the white skin but 3 or 4 were fresher than the rest and not healed completely. They were wide deep holes that looked to be from Uruk arrows. Two pierced his upper chest, one close to his heart, and the other was lower on his stomach.
“Boromir, look at me.” He did, “You have to calm your breathing. Breathe with me…” I placed his hand on my chest, between the leather armor and clothing, so he could feel my chest move, and I placed my hand on his. Slowly I inhaled through my nose, he tried to do the same. Then I exhaled.
“Thank you.” He said when he caught his breath.
“I am sorry if I upset you Boromir.” I felt like this was my fault. He would have never had to leave Lorien if I hadn’t stumbled into their forest.
“You are not at fault. Forgive me for running. I am a coward.” He was harsh on himself.
“Your not a coward Boromir. Something must have happened. I found this under a brush beside the tree.” I showed him the missing buckle. He took it in his hands and clutched it tightly.
“I died.” A silent moment passed but then his grey eyes turned to me. He unclasped a pendant from his neck and gave it to me.” I wish for you to have this.” The pendant was marked with the insignia of the house of Hurin. An unspoken bond was made and without question I gave him the ring of Caladwen.
We both were killed by Uruk and given new life by the elves of Lorien. We would stand together, no matter what we faced.

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Places so far:
Amon Hen- the ruins near Anduin (the great river).
Anduin- The longest river in middle earth during the third age.
Anorien- The land north of Minas Tirith.
Caras Galadhon- The great city of the Lothlorien elves.
Falls of Rauros- Waterfalls on the lake of Nen Hithoel, framed by the Argonath.
Gondor- A kingdom of men. Bordered by Rohan (north) Belegaer (west) Harad (south) and Mordor (east).
Lorien- Another name for Lothlorien/Caras Galadhon.
Lothlorien- Elven city located near Nimrodel.
Minas Tirith- The capital city of Gondor, however it wasn’t always. Osgiliath used to be the capital.
Nen Hithoel- A large lake upon Anduin. The Argonath and Falls of Rauros are on the northern approach from Anduin.
Nimrodel- A river in Lothlorien.
Nindalf- (Wetwang) The swamps to the south of Emyn Muil, and east of the great river Anduin. The dead marshes are further east.
Sandarin- Language of the elves.

Language:
(unless otherwise specified it is all in Sandarin)
Leithio Nin- (Lie-theo neen) Release me!
Gil sila na lu govaded- (Gill see-la nah loo go-vah-dead) A star shines on the time of our meeting.
Man Mathach- (Mahn mah-thak) How do you feel?
Im Maer- (eem my-ray or eem myre) I’m well.

Clothing:
Bracers- Armor, usually leather. Reaching a bit further then half way up your forearm they would wrap around your forearm and be held in place by straps and buckles. To protect against swords as well as when you are shooting an arrow.
Breast plate- Armor for your torso
Pauldron- shoulder armor (usually connected by straps to the bodice/breast plate)
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