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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 One: Return to Lorien

200 years later.....

HALDIR

Haldir sat high up in the branches of a tree on the borders, being ever watchful for impending dangers. His mind drifting to the dream that has haunted him for many months. Every time, the dreams was the same. First a battle with orcs and then the shrill scream of a woman. The woman was elven, her hair a deep brown, that hung low down her back, her eyes dark brown with hints of auburn specks in them. Her name is never spoken, but she always tells him, “I shall return.” Each morning, he awoke to the feeling of confusion of who she is or what she means by 'shall return'. Lately, thoughts had crept up in his mind to the possibility that she was someone he once knew, but that was impossible, she was missing. One thing remained, the feeling of danger and doom grew more each day, but today it was worse than ever.

Haldir just sat there, focusing his eyes out on the plains, his reverie taking over him so much that he had not heard his middle brother approach his flet and stand next to him. His thoughts got broken when he spoke.

“Brother, where is your mind today? Have you had the same dream again of the woman?" Orophin asked quizzically.

Haldir shook his head and looked at his brother. “Who? What are you talking about?” he asked.

“The woman from your dream. You had the dream again did you not?" Orophin repeated looking at his eldest brother concerned.

"Aye I did. Seems every night now, it haunts me. I still cannot figure the meaning of her words.” Haldir replied his eyes still scanning the plain. A sound of someone approaching the top of the flet caught their attention, looking to see the youngest brother Rumil coming to rest on the platform.

"I will tell you what it is about," Rumil butted in,"Your fated love. You have described her many times to us. Her beauty. I think she is the one meant for you. I believe that she is the one that the valar has chosen for you and they are preparing you for her arrival."

Haldir rolled his eyes at his youngest brother's declaration, but said nothing. "Rumil, you and your whimsical ideas. That is your dream," Orophin retorted looking at Haldir. “Haldir's dream means something, but what that is, is the true mystery. So keep quiet.”

Rumil shrugged, “Very well, brother, but do not count out all possibilities. We know not what it is truly about.”

For a short time, the silence reigned between the three brothers. Since the time they were elflings, they had done everything together, always, this silence was a comfortable one. They each watched the plains, making sure all was at peace. It was what they did, trained to do. Because of the diligence, the borders had not seen a skirmish or battle in many weeks. But the peaceful watch got interrupted by an alarmed Orophin. "Brother, look in the Northeastern plain. Someone is coming this way!" His body stood in a readied stance. Alarm written on his face.

His senses now fully alert, Haldir's gaze shot in the direction his brother was pointing. There out on the plain came a small figure, running. Smaller than a male, and too fast for a human. The speed was almost like lightning, its hair flowing behind it. If one could say anything, it ran like an elf. But no ellon he knew was hat small. Suddenly it stumbled, fell, and regained its steps quickly. They looked behind the figure, to see what it was running from. A small band of about fifty orcs were running. One orc in particular, larger and stronger than the others, bearing the marks of a commander, chased the figure and was only feet behind them.

Haldir called out for all archers to prepare for battle.

ARLO

Arlothiyenne stood there tired, disheveled, and her body though hungry, was also sickened to nausea. The night was spent tending to wounded and dying men. When the party left Northern Evindale, there were 70 men. The attack the afternoon before had been violent, gory but the small band of orcs had been taken out with ease. Of the men with her, only a precious few remained able to fight. Total count were twenty slightly injured, thirty dead, and twenty wounded and dying. How would they survive if there was another attack? Over the company an ever looming sense of evil and fear lingered heavily on their hearts. Just before dawn, five riders were sent out, and all at the encampment sat waiting on pins and needles for them to return.

Arlothiyenne who had worked nonstop since the battle, finally decided to take a brief respite and took in the dawn of the new day. Taking in the rays of the sun, she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply the fresh air. They were close to her childhood home, Lorien, she could smell it in the air, damp moss and leaves after a spring rain. Dreams had come forth many months ago of the place she had missed for two centuries. The place she remembered, yet also barely knew. With those dreams, came the clear voices of her adopted mother and the trees of the Golden forest calling, telling her to come home. It was how she knew it was time to return. But one dream came more to her than the others. It was of her guardian, Haldir. He would only smile at her, but it was not her as an adult, but her as a child. How she missed him and his brother, and her adopted parents. Though the air about the camp was restless, she found peace in knowing she would soon be back among her own people.

So much had happened since those dreams and voices first came. Her powers began to awaken, little by little each day. So far it was her ability to heal though weak and wild, it was there and the gift of foresight though sketchy, came as a surprise. Very subtle they were, not enough to make a great difference, but in her it did. She had the distinct feeling that once she reached her childhood home, it would come alive more. She turned circles, feeling her heart began to feel joy, that things would be better for her. She just hoped they would all make it to the forest in time.

Arlo snapped from her reverie by the sound of horses approaching the camp and the riders shouting. "Orcs approaching, everyone stand ready!"

Feeling the sudden fear come on, her head shot in the direction they had come. 'Oh no', she thought, 'this is it'. They would all perish. Her mind began to race with alarm. Another in the party shouted back, "How many?"

"Fifty at the least. Could be more," one rider replied. The men who could fight started moving to get their weapons. Arlothiyenne wished at this moment, that she had continued to hone her weapons skills, but her foster-father, had asked her not to do it. In his land, women were not allowed to do it. It was shameful, that even as child, she had not learned more. Her knowledge now only consisted of the parts of the weapons, which made her of no use to her escorts.

Her keen elven sense of smell captured the familiar, unmistakeable stench of the Orcs long before she saw them. Rotting flesh. Running to her bedroll, she gathered up her bags in haste, throwing them over her shoulder as one of the warriors called out to her."Lady Arlothiyenne, make haste. Run! Go quickly, you should reach the woods soon!”Just as he finished shouting, the man began fighting an advancing orc. Quickly she looked to see what direction she needed to go. The edge of the Golden Woods laid there in the far distance.

Without hesitation, she took off, her feet carrying her swiftly over the plain, her dark hair flowing behind her as she ran. Her vision only set on one target....The Woods. Behind her, the only sounds she heard were the clanking of metal on metal, and the screams of her escorts as they were slaughtered. Out of the chaos came a rough, ragged voice calling out an order, “Catch the female!”

Hearing their rough footfalls behind her, she sped up more, and the woods came into her full view, but still too far away for help. She made the near fatal error and glanced over her shoulder. She stumbled, fell, but quickly got back up and continued her marathon. Her mind, though racing, caught the faint sound of a voice in her mind.

'Keep running,' it told her. 'Just a little further now. He is there waiting for you. The Valar is with you!'

She knew the voice, it was Galadriel. She said out loud, “They are chasing me. I am going as fast as I can.”

'I know my child. Their arrows cannot reach where you are. He will be there to help you.' the Lady said again.

Hearing this, Arlothiyenne's steps became faster. She had to reach the edge fast. She could hear the orcs steps getting closer and closer. The adrenaline began to pulse through her as she saw the woods getting closer. 'Just a little more,' she urged herself on.

Behind her she heard the heavy breathing of the orcs that pursued her. Their steps heavy and echoing in her ears. She was far ahead of them she knew, but still they could catch her. Her vision tunneled and drove herself harder.

HALDIR

The figure was quickly approaching the forest with a band of fifty orcs following them. The figure sped up its footfalls, its speed remarkable. No human had this kind of speed, only in elves did this kind of drive exist. Haldir stepped closer to the side of the flet and watched more closely. The figure was dainty and small. It was a female he concluded, but dressed as a male to disguise herself presumably. Haldir's brothers came to stand next to him, alarm written on their faces.

“It is a female, brother. She is in danger, we must help her!” Rumil's said hurriedly.

Haldir remained calm, but attentive of the situation. “We will, but she is too far out for the arrows to reach her.”

Orophin turned to the elven archers and raised a hand indicating for them to notch arrows, await the signal. The trees beside their perch, covered in elves, waiting for commands.

Haldir suddenly felt the familiar brush on his mind. Lady Galadriel spoke,"Haldir, make haste she has returned to us. You must save her quickly. Bring her home." He was unaware of what she meant and went into overdrive to do the task.

Haldir watched as one orc, bearing marks of a commander, threw a battle hatchet at the girl. The hatchet sailed through the air, and for a moment seem to move at slow motion, but soon hit the female in the back of her left leg. In no time, Haldir leaped to the ground and watched, his heart nearly stopping as she screamed out in pain.

Up in the trees, Haldir's brothers watched as their brother quickly and stealthily moved on the forest floor. Haldir moved, but his eyes never left the girl as she began to struggle in her movements and dragged her now useless leg. Once she was fast, but now a near crawl. She was a little closer to the woods, but still out of range for the arrows to aid her. Haldir stopped for a moment watching, anticipating on where she would enter the woods. The Orc gaining ground behind her, but she limped on as fast as she could, her determination to make it more clear.

Haldir looked up into the canopy, his brothers standing there with arrows notched and ready. “Wait for my signal!” he called to them and made the gesture so the other elves could see. He turned back to watch the scene before him. The girl was growing fatigued, Haldir felt this just by watching her, she was losing a lot of blood, but the orc still chased her. The commanding orc was mere feet behind her. He would reach for her, but she kept going, speeding up as much as she could.

Haldir watched in horror as the girl faltered, stumbled, and re-caught her steps, but she was no match for him. The Orc stood there, his sword unsheathed and ready to strike. It knocked the girl to the ground. Seeing where the orcs were, Haldir turned and ordered, “Fire! Show them no mercy!”

The assault on the orcs was swift coming, some of them fell and others would dodge the arrows still coming forward. Haldir's eyes never left the orc who was chasing the girl. Raising his bow, he aimed and waited for just the right moment to fire.

ARLO

Arlothiyenne made her way towards the woods, which were not much farther. The orcs still behind her, determined to catch her. Tired and fatiguing fast, she pressed on. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain hit her left leg, and something remained embedded in the muscles of her thigh. She let out a scream of pain, but still kept on her steps now hindered by pain and throbbing. 'Oh no! she thought. She stumbled again, but remained on foot running with a painful limp. Suddenly her assailant was upon her. She whimpered as he grabbed her and knocked her to the ground. Arlothiyenne remained determined and kept trying to get away, not to allow this beast to defeat her.

The drive to continue, became the greatest determination she had ever known. To survive, was the only thought on her mind. She kept moving, trying to crawl on all fours to get to the forest, in her heart she knew there she would be safer, but her attempt was short-lived. The pain and object in her leg, was what stopped her. Feeling a slight wave of defeat, she turned and began to scoot on her backside, to inch her way to the forest. Horror laced itself around her soul as she looked up at the one that chased her, his sword now drawn, his face filled with strange amusement.

In her terrified heart, cowardice rushed her thoughts, she began to beg. “Please. Do not do this.” she begged him, her voice full of fear. But she gave up this. 'What am I doing, this is a creäture of evil, it has no conscience. It does not care.' she thought. She continued her slow movements backwards, her fatigue growing every moment she spent moving, but she could not give him, would not. She began to sob at the pain that began to intensify, whimpering at every inch she made backwards.

The orc laughed out at her, and closed the distance between them, the pain in her leg, beyond bearable and numbing. She could not move, stunned her eyes fixed upon the face of her executioner. The Orc looked down at her, his eyes filled with blood-lust. He wanted her dead, she sensed this. In a swift movement, the orc began his assault on her. His heavily booted foot came down with a blow that did not kill her but caused her to daze and be confused.

The wound inflicted, began to swell up and pour the blood. Her vision blurred from the blood trickling down her face. Through her clouded vision, she saw the orc bring the sword up over his head. Weakly she was able to whimper out a single sentence,“No, Please No!” In a swift motion, the sword came down with a mighty force, thrusted deeply into her right side, pinning her to the ground. Through the pain, she heard herself scream, then she felt as her world began to darken and silence followed. Her life ran before her eyes in flashes.

After all she had done in her life, the things she learned, the people she had met and gotten to know, the life she has lived flashed in her mind, her world became blacker by the minute. In the state of near unconsciousness, she could hear the call to arms, and the sounds of arrows piercing the air. Help was near, but would it be too late for her? She did not know. In a last attempt to stay in the world, she opened her eyes weakly and watched arrows rained down upon her assailants killing them one by one.

At last, as the orc that attacked her was killed, she closed her eyes feeling the darkness take her. Within the blackness that was now her mind,Arlo felt a peace. A presence now loomed beside her warm, protective and...familiar. Then the soft touch to her mind that told her,"Peace child you are safe. Stay with them they will help you."

HALDIR

He looked back to the girl. She was now, in a desperate attempt to get away, inching herself backwards, sobbing. Her sobs told of her fear, Haldir sensed the girl's moment of weakness in her own strength as she begged the orc not to hurt her. Haldir's blood began to boil as he watch the orc begin to assault her. Finally with one kick he struck her head with his heavily booted foot leaving the girl dazed and confused. Haldir felt a rage unlike anything he had ever experienced.

The orc stood now, his sword held over his head, ready to bring it down. Through the shower of arrows, Haldir began to run, his eyes never leaving the girl's form. Haldir could hear her pleas to the orc, fear lacing her words. He paused only for a moment, his bow notched and aimed. The moment to fire was now. Just as the orc brought down the sword and thrusting it into her right side, he let go of the arrow.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, but began again as the girl screamed out. The sound shrill and pained, then the silence came. It was in this silence, the arrow hit and the orc fell dead.

Dropping his bow to the ground, Haldir broke a run. Fast as lightning and by the time he reached the field the battle was near over. The remaining orcs retreated and ran across the plain toward the mountains. Haldir's steps never faltered as he reached the girl's side, but as he ran, he prayed to the Valar for the girl's survival.

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Within moments, several wardens began dropping out of the trees to do the clean up of the battle field. Though they had just taken out their enemy, one they had fought for ages, the elves still valued life. It did not matter if it were friend or foe, to them life was a gift. The wardens began sifting through the carnage, killing all those that survived, doing body counts, and piling up the bodies to be burned. It was a task that none liked to do, but someone had to do it.

Haldir made no notice of the tasks being performed around him. His only focus was on the injured girl before him. He knelt beside her to begin assessing her wounds. Seeing her like this had scorched his heart with hate. She was an innocent soul, what had she done in this life that would have called for such savagery? She was losing blood fast, he could tell, the ground began pool with her blood. Haldir ripped the leggings she wore to see the wound to her left leg. It was not too terribly bad, it would heal in no time. He sat back up fully and looked at the wound to her right side. The crude sword was sticking straight up from her body. Haldir had seen this kind of thing before and knew that she was pinned to the ground. Getting the sword out was the easy part, it was stopping of the bleeding and the risk of infection or the possible poisoning that worried him. That was if she survived. He shook his head at the thoughts of this young one dying in such agony.

Haldir looked down at the girl with eyes of curiosity. Who was she? Where was she from? Why was she alone? Those questions loomed in his mind as he reached out and touched her dark brown tresses. Beautiful was the only word to describe it. Her head was facing her side and hair hung into her face. He pushed the stray locks behind her right ear. Pointed. Just as he suspected, but also fueled the hope that her elven blood would aid in her healing.

Almost in a whisper as he stroked her hair gently, he spoke to her, “You are safe now, sweetling. We will help you. May the Valar keep you at peace, until we are able to do more.”

Haldir's observation was brief as his brothers, Orophin and Rumil came and knelt beside her as well. Rumil took his place at her head while Orophin took up on the other side of her. Orophin had trained in the arts of first healing as had Haldir. More of a stabilizing form of healing. Orophin began to assess her as well.

Both of them quickly began first by removing the battle-axe from her leg. As Haldir pulled it out, Orophin began to chant the spell to slow the bleeding to a trickle. Rumil sat at the head of the girl, speaking to her quietly and soothing her. Even though she was unconscious, it would help her to feel safe. He ran his caring hand through her hair, to let her unconscious mind know that help was there. He gently and softly spoke more to her to assure her. Her breathing was too shallow, and she was teetering on the brink of death. So much blood she had lost. Wanting to see her face, and watch for a response, Rumil tipped her head to face him. He gasped. She was beautiful. Young too, by his guess nearly or at two hundred years old.

Haldir sat there talking to Orophin on the next course of action they should take, but his attention kept straying to the girl. He leaned over, after seeing that Rumil was looking at her face. He was curious about what she looked like. He gasped and then took a ragged breath. It was her, the one from the dreams that had plagued him for many months. His heart quickened, the need to help her became more intense. He reached out and touched her face, entranced by her beauty. She was more so in person than she had been in the dreams. Her skin was soft as silk, like her hair..

Rumil who was still stroking her hair, saw Haldir's look. It was as though he was looking at someone he knew. Rumil took a hand and placed it over his eldest brother's hand. “Haldir, what is it?” he asked.

Haldir's eyes never left her. Softly he spoke, “It's her.” Then to the girl he spoke softer, “Stay with us, little one.”

Rumil did not understand, but at this time it was not good to question. Orophin looked up at them, irritation lacing his features. There was a serious job to do, and now was not the time to revel in the beauty of a near death elleth. He became agitated more, and spoke out of rank. "Will you stop ogling and help me get this girl stable. Haldir, I need you to pull out the sword as I chant to stop the bleeding. Haldir! What are you staring at?" Haldir did not move or blink, Orophin took a hand and slapped Haldir's arm. “Haldir!”he yelled out.

Haldir snapped from his trance at the slap of his brother's hand, shook it off, and looked to his middle brother. “Aye, you are right.” he looked around quickly. An elf stood not far from watching what they were doing. Haldir barked out orders, “You, warden, go alert Tinnol of the injured girl and tell him to be ready in an hour to aid her. Then get a litter and bring it here, immediately.” The elf nodded and broke a run to do what was bid of him. Haldir's head snapped to Rumil who was looking at him. “Rumil, hold her head, keep her from moving should she wake while we remove the blade.” Rumil nodded and spoke to the girl and placing his arms on her shoulders. Two other elves saw what they were about to do and knelt at her feet, each taking an ankle to hold her down.

A shift in the girl's spirit, made Rumil speak up with great alarm. "Brother, you must hurry, she is weakening," was the fearful plea.

Haldir did not hesitate, with her now restrained, he stood and placed his hands on the hilt of the sword. It was now or never. He felt a brush to his mind. “ The Valar will guide you Haldir. Steady as a rock you must be with this task. Fear not for her, she is stronger than we think. We shall arrive by nightfall.” the Lady told him.

Haldir did not falter, the movements slow, trying not to cut her more than she already was. In her unconscious state, the girl moaned as he moved the sword in a steady upward motion. Orophin sat there, hands wrapped around the blade, chanting the ancient spell to stop the blood from flowing. As Haldir inched the sword out of her, she girl began moaning more and more, until at last, when the sword exited her body she let out a shrill scream that carried over plain. Then all fell silent.

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Arlo's View

In her unconscious mind, Arlo was still alert to the surroundings. She felt the peace of knowing that she was safe and that help had arrived. Three presences, all strong, caring and protective, was all she could feel. She felt the caresses of the one at her head and his soothing voice, the gentle touch of the one on her left and the soothing voice of the one on her right. The one on the right, was a dominate one, a male. Could be a commander she gathered. His presence was the most comforting, familiar to her.

She had felt the rip of her leggings earlier, and it was him that did it. She sensed his worries, his fear. She thought on it more, the three with her all felt familiar to her. But only the one had touched her soul this time. She heard the murmurs of their voices. Speaking in a language she knew but was rusty on. Elvish. Some things she made out clearly. The dominate one had told her, 'Stay with us,little one'. All the care and concern in the tone.

Her mind clouded a bit, from the physical pain, and she became quite aware of what was happening to her.

On her right side, she felt this soothing warming feeling, her vessels closing. Then the hard object inhabiting the wound being pulled out. It ached. She felt herself moan in agony, but her eyes would not open. Inch by inch it was rising, the ache getting worse. She could not help it, but as the warming of the one touching her and the feeling of the object pulling was too much at once. In her state, she screamed out. Then after it was gone, relief filled her.

Only after it was gone, did she summon a bit of strength to open her eyes. Looking into his stormy blue eyes, she knew who he was, though she had no strength to speak. Her arms feeling heavy, she pushed through it and reach up to touch his face. Fatigue, loss of blood, feeling of tiredness took her, her eyes so heavy, she closed them and her world went black.
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The blades now removed, the girl laid there still for a time, no sign of waking...at first. But by miracle the girl, though still extremely weakened, opened her eyes. Haldir leaned over her. Her eyes were familiar. Brown with hints of auburn in them. She did not speak, just stared up at him. He smiled at her sweetly. The look she gave, was of recognition. Weakly she reached out her right hand and touched his cheek. It was all she had, she closed her eyes.

Who was she? Why was she here? These questions loomed again in Haldir and his brother's minds. Silence came over the plain as they waited for the litter to come and carry her back to the camp. Orophin cleaned up the girl's wounds as best her could and watched as it seeped. It seeped still, not fully healed, but would stabilize her until the healer Tinnol could care for her.

Haldir rubbed his eyes, the morning proving tiresome already. He remembered the words of the Lady, telling him that she was coming home. He still wondered what she meant. Looking down at the girl, she amazed his senses. It was her, he was positive, the one from his dreams. She had haunted him for months. Her dark brown hair and her dark brown eyes that held hints of auburn in them. Her fine elven features. She was beautiful. For more so than what he dreamed of. Hopefully, when she woke, he would get peace of knowing who she was.

Rumil's gaze strayed back to the girl's neck and stopped. He furrowed his brow in curiosity and reached down to pick up the tiny medallion that laid on hollow of her neck. It was the size of a small coin with designs that looked familiar. A mallorn leaf with a star beside it. Leaning closer to inspect it, he read the engravings. 'Child of light' written in the ancient language of Quenyen. Cocking his head to the side, he wondered, 'Where have I seen this before?' he bit his lip, an awful habit he had developed as a child, and thought hard. Then it hit him. It was her, but that was not possible. She went missing, centuries ago. An imposter, maybe? He lifted her head and slid the necklace off her neck. He zoned in on it, mesmerized at the thought this girl could be her. 'No she could not be', he thought.

The litter arrived, Orophin and Haldir looked to Rumil and noticed his face spoke of confusion, he was paler than usual. Orophin seeing this spoke to his little brother, “Baby brother, what is amiss?'

Rumil said not a word, his eyes had grown wide as he fought with the feeling of confusion what he had just found. Haldir cocked his head to the side and looked at him concerned. “Rumil?” he said worried.

Rumil just stared, the necklace hanging from his fingers. Haldir noticed it and snatched it from his hand. Haldir inspected the writing and engravings upon the medallion, then a look of shock came across his features. He looked down at the elleth, then back to the medallion. 'Could this be-?' he stopped pondering, 'Surely not. After all this time.'

Orophin, intrigued saw his eldest brother's expression and took the necklace from him. He looked down and his eyes grew wide. So shocked, he held the necklace to his chest. His gaze drifted to the girl, awestruck. “It is her, is it not?” he finally said after a moment.

Haldir looked at Orophin then to Rumil. “It may be, but we will not know until the Lord and Lady arrive at nightfall.” he said taking the necklace from a still dazed Orophin and standing tall over them. “Come we must get her to Tinnol and soon.”

After she was lifted and placed on the litter, the trek to the healing talan would take nearly an hour. The journey was silent, elves followed the litter, with the three brothers nearby. Haldir was beside her holding her hand the whole way.

Could it be the Lost Princess, the little girl he once knew had returned?

That was the answer he would find out later.

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N/A: Well this chapter took a long time to Re-Vamp...been tedious. Tell me how does it look so far?

Next Chapter.....Healing on the Borders

Prounciations

Arlothiyenne: (Ar-lo-thee-yen)
Tinnol: (Ten-nole)

Evindale (Eve-en-dale): City of my creation. Located in Northern regions of Middle Earth, near the Ice Bay of Ferochel.
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