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A Frozen Sun	By : Esequell Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 2546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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2. The Rising Dark
Phe discovered a room in the foundations that attached to the great, indoor forest. Inside, she took off her slippers and walked barefoot on the dry, warm grass. She strolled past a grove of apple trees to where a glade waited, thick with flowers and shrubs. She took a deep breath of that clean, wonderful air and slid onto a bench to watch the birds. Sindaroth was like a fairy dream. In her whole life she had never seen anywhere so beautiful. She had not expected the caverns to contain so much. She had imagined they would be dry and dark and without greenery, but it was as if Thranduil had bought the sun down here. This isolated garden she had found was the perfect place to be alone.
You would say it was pretentious and overdone, Rosdaer.
Her bed here was so soft and warm that she had not wanted to rise from it. The caverns seemed to instil a sense of peace in her, a feeling of tranquil restfulness that she had not felt in a century. Phe dipped her toes in a fish pond that was so big and deep that it seemed more of a lake. She found it warm and soft and soothing. How she wanted to take a swim in it, just to lower herself into the warmth and enjoy the way the fish went lazily to and fro!
She drew up her gown a little way and dangled her feet in. The giant karp rose to eye her but they were afraid to come too close. At the slightest movement they submerged again. A small noise startled her. Footfalls so soft they might have come from a deer. Suddenly there was a woman beside her, her reflection disturbed by the movement of the fishes fins.
Phe gave a gasp and clutched her heart. She turned to face the dark haired girl that had been standing beside the Kings throne on the day of her arrival.
'Goheno nin!' said the girl quickly, both hands held out as if to say, it is alright to be calm. 'I did not mean to make you jump in!' she smiled.
Phe stood quickly.
'Forgive me. I was just...looking around.'
Olerydes studied her with dark, beautiful eyes so big that they were like the eyes of some wild animal, though softer. She was fair skinned and comely, slim and fit, and quite a bit taller than Phe. She clearly rook after her Father in that.
'You are Olerydes,' Phe said suddenly. 'I know you from the day I arrived. You were beside the throne. Thranduil's daughter.'
A small smile graced the girls lips, and it reminded Phe awfully of her Father.
'Yes. And you are Lord Caduven's daughter. Once married I hear, though your husband is not here?'
'No,' Phe was not sure how to say it. 'No, he is not. He is dead. I am a widow.'
'Oh,' Olerydes said softly. 'I am sorry.'
She glanced at the pool, disinclined to push for further information.
'You can swim in it if you want to. I do it all the time. People hardly ever come in here and when they do they expect to see me naked! That is probably why they stay away!'
Phe tried to keep her face straight but she ended up laughing. Olerydes grinned, pleased with her own joke. Phe found her warming and calm and not as threatening as she had first imagined. Olerydes was beautiful but she had quite a stern face and a tendency to purse her lips when she was thinking. It reminded Phe of an expression her old school master used to use when he was displeased but Olerydes seemed to be more fun than he was.
'Do they bite?' Phe peered over at the fishes, who cruised lazily by like little boats, looking for food or entertainment.
'No,' Olerydes bent and dripped her hand in, and to Phe's surprise three or four of the big fish changed course and came to rub against her skin and nibble her fingers.
'You have a way with animals,' Phe noted.
'Yes. It is a gift that runs in our family. My Father has it too.'
Olerydes smiled. Phe was surprised by how it transformed her face. She looked far less serious and Phe suddenly found herself at home beside her.
'Can you swim?' Olerydes asked. 'If you are not bashful I will show you the caverns,' Olerydes said then. 'The water gets a little colder as you go inside but it is worth it for the lights. Do you want to see?'
Phe smiled.
'Someone might walk in on us!'
Olerydes shrugged.
'I could not care,' she said. 'They have seen it before. Besides. This is my room, my father's room. Let them speak. I will shut them up.'
Olerydes truly was not bashful. She took off her clothes and folded them on the side, then slid into the water feet first. As she waded out, her hair got wet and stuck to her hips and finally she sank into the pool. Phe followed her, a little self conscious it was true, but Olerydes' confidence seemed to lend her a little courage. She followed the princess far out into the pool.
The fish came close to Olerydes to rub against her and she smiled and stroked their passing backs. After a bit of tentative investigation around Phe, they left both girls alone and submerged themselves in search of the things fish seek. Olerydes bought her to a rocky overhang far out into the water and took her through hanging plants, into a dark space where it was stuffier and cooler and the current was a little stronger.
'Is it a cave?' Phe asked.
'Yes,' said Olerydes. 'It is very old. This pool is natural, it was here when Ada first came to Sindaroth. He grew the wood around it.'
Slowly they drifted deeper in and for a minute or two there was no light. Phe followed the splashes that Olerydes made. She felt her way along the wet cavern wall and then, as Phe's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she began to see the lights ahead. She drifted out of the tunnel to where the cavern opened out. Then Olerydes splashed loudly. The light ignited suddenly and what had been only dim illumination became so bright that Phe could see her hands and reflection. At first they were still and white, like stars. Then they began to ripple.
Like a wave it went, the subtle emanations of a million tiny organisms, strung from the cave roof. Slowly at first and then stronger until the ceiling seemed to undulate. It made Phe dizzy and weightless but she gasped in delight. Her voice echoed around the cavern. The rock had grown wonderful structures over the aeons, dangling formations and pillars and beautiful curtains made of limestone and the deeper they swam the colder Phe became, but never so cold that she felt the desire to turn back.
At the back of the cavern there was a great white crystal jutting from the water. It was as thick as a horses body and so clear and crisp except for a few tiny imperfections in its interior. Phe gazed into it, her hands below the water. It was warm and smooth as glass.
'What do you see in it? Anything?' Olerydes asked. She peered into it from the other side and her eye magnified. Phe laughed and poked the mirage with her finger.
'Your eyeball!' she giggled. 'And a forest. I see a pine wood in there, all strewn with snow. It is beautiful!'
Olerydes smiled widely.
'I see a mountain,' she said. 'I have always wanted to climb a mountain but the nearest is Erebor and it is far too dangerous. I think Ada might let me go when I am a bit older, if Legolas will come with me.'
In a flurry, bats came around from some aerial spot no doubt connected to the outdoors and fluttered by emitting their high pitched squeaks, never touching a strand of Phe's hair. They went careening up a great, rocky flue into darkness. Phe smiled at the lights as they flushed blue and white and the whole ceiling rocked like waves with their passing.
'So...have you been promised to someone then? Is that why you are here?' Olerydes asked her, coming around the crystal to tread water beside her.
'I do no think so,' Phe said. Her dark hair had streamed out in the water like a slick of oil, and now it settled to tickle her back and buttocks. 'Ada has said nothing of a marriage since we arrived. I confess I did think that at first, since this is surely a job for he and my Mother. Perhaps they did not want to leave me behind?'
Olerydes nodded.
'What is your homeland like?'
'Nothing like this,' Phe said. 'Not so grand. It is quite beautiful. Hilly and green, but quite flat. A river flows not far from our door. Wild ponies live on the plains, and some tribes too. They use feathers in their hair and ride the wild horses.'
'Do you like to hunt?' Oleryde asked, before she remembered something. 'Oh, I forget, you eat no meat. I let my brother do the hunting. He is better with a bow. I am no use with a sword either, though he says I am deadly with a dagger! I am much better at putting people back together, like my Father is.'
'But...Thranduil is a great warrior. There are songs about his skill in battle,' Phe was surprised.
Olerydes nodded.
'Yes, but he is a very gifted healer too. I think he feels a little guilty, to be honest, for all the times he has taken lives. Of course he does not speak of it exactly but he tries to make amends. Do you follow the old Way or the new?' Olerydes said.
'The new,' Phe said.
'Well, we follow the old, and old says it is not good to take life. They count against us when we pass over.'
'But you eat flesh,' Phe said.
'There is an exception for that.'
'Oh,' Phe nodded, privately thinking that the two were the same. 'I see.'
'Anyway, 'Olerydes went on, as they floated back to the world. 'It is mostly for the warriors. For their strength.'
000
It was late, after supper, that Faendis pulled her daughter aside.
'You are to impress King Thranduil at all costs, Pephennas.'
'I know, Mother.'
'No, you do not know how important this is. Make him happy.'
Phe just nodded. In her heart, a sinking feeling began to grow as she suspected again, the worst. Perhaps it was the boy, Legolas, to whom she had been promised? He seemed very serious for such a young man. Though strong and obviously capable, not warm enough for her liking.
000
The next morning as they mounted their horses, Phe was feeling tired. The moon was almost full and she felt bloated and sluggish. She did not want to go for a ride at all. Then she saw that they were to be joined by the King and his son and she understood why her Mother had insisted.
Thranduil caught the reins of a great, white horse that had been trotted out by his aide. He drew it to a stop not far from her own. His mane had been left to grow and he was a beautiful, broad shouldered creature with blue eyes and a sweet, pink muzzle. He wore a white blanket and a matching saddle and Thranduil patted his neck as if they were old friends.
A cramp rippled through Phe's belly. She turned to face her horse so that she could wince without being seen. She had been grateful to avoid her moon blood on the journey but now her lateness had caught up with her and brought on vicious pain. She wished fervently she could go back to the caverns and return to her bed. She could have an aide bring her something hot to drink and sleep away the worst of it. It was not to be. After a minute, the pain faded away and Phe could breathe easy again.
She spied the late blooming flowers that lined the path down to the Greenwood and a smile burst forth. They were failing in the Autumn chill. Not even the magic of the Elvenking could keep them alive now. Their tired heads drooped on soft stems to touch noses with the ground.
'The flowers look as if they are going to sleep on their feet!' she exclaimed.
Thranduil turned, surprised. For a moment his gaze roamed her face, found her cheeks pale and her eyes tired. He smiled at her innocence and Phe went suddenly warm in her face. Then he said;
'I have never heard it described that way, hiril vuin.'
Phe smiled at him, and for the briefest moment his lips turned up and she saw a hint of real enjoyment around his eyes.
He is not too serious, Phe thought. She had imagined that he would be quite overbearing at first, but now that image was fading to be replaced by a clever King with eyes that saw into tomorrow. And then, as if realisation came slowly to the more innocent, Phe realised what was happening.
It is not Legolas! It is Thranduil! Of course, he has no wife and he clearly desires more children! Her heart began to thump and suddenly she was breathless and delighted, warm and excited. But then she became guilty. To cast off Rosdaer just because her intended had a pretty face? Phe felt the guilt like a pain in her heart. Her silence had been noted only by her Mother.
'King Thranduil, will we not be seeing your legendary steed?' Faendis leaned around her grey mare to ask.
'Alas, no, the path is too narrow for him.'
Fae cast an urgent glance at Phe. Talk, it seemed to say. Make him feel as if you like him, as if you find his every joke amusing, as if you have eyes for only he.
How could she have been promised to the King? Suddenly Phe felt a bit dizzy. She grabbed Maenith's saddle and tried to steady herself. It worked.
'Is it true he is eighteen hands high my lord?' she asked, to cover her discomfort and shock.
'He seems larger with his antlers.'
Every time his crystal blue gaze met hers a little butterfly of excitement went down to her toes and back and made her feel like she wanted to smile for him. Again she thought; he is so beautiful. Cold and crisp and very intimidating, but so handsome.
'And a name my lord? Does he have one?'
Another cramp shot through her belly and this time Phe had to school her face with some determination. She focused on a hair on her horses neck and breathed deeply. Her pains were particularly bad today. Riding would be uncomfortable.
'He is called Lavachon,' Thranduil said, and then he turned to offer Phe his gloved hand.
She caught his eyes and held them. He sees through me, she thought. A happy little shock went up her spine.
'You are very kind, hir vuin,' she said gratefully.
It was the easiest time Phe had ever had getting on a horse. The King hand strong arms and Phe felt safe in his hands. She was shamefully excited to be so close to him. He smelled of some oil or other, perhaps a musk, and it was turning her head and making her dream of him. Then a little thought crept out of the darkness of her forgotten desire and announced itself; Rosdaer was always quite proud of his muscles. Was Thranduil the same? When they were married would he boast about his biceps and make sure his belly stayed flat? Phe imagined laying beneath hm. Would he be gentle or rough? Sweet or businesslike? She imagined he would probably be brisk and want only children from her and that thought made her feel a little sad.
Legolas' horse snorted out a breath of air that tickled the tail hairs of Thranduil's mount and made him twitch and stamp his hind foot in irritation.
'How did you tame Lavachon, hir vuin?' she asked.
Thranduil did not want to tell that story. That gift ran in his family but he had always been reluctant to talk about it.
'I did not tame him, hiril vuin. He has chosen to be with me or I would set him free. He is my brother. We share a kinship.'
Legolas drew level with Thranduil's horse. He leaned over a little to assure her; 'He is quite beautiful. A remarkable animal.'
Legolas is handsome, and he does have a becoming smile. But he is not his Father, for certain. Thranduil had grace that Legolas lacks. I would choose his Father. Phe tore her eyes off the King, before anyone saw her thinking.
Together they rode two abreast along the winding woodland paths and Legolas pointed out the sights of interest to the guests. Behind them, Anion had been asked to come but instructed to listen and not say much unless spoken to. Thranduil hoped Caduven would reveal his reasons for his visit but he seemed frustratingly content to grace Thranduil with his finest manners and not say much of interest. In a mile or so, Fae was pulled to look at a baby river which rushed down a deep chasm in the rock. Phe too, peered over into a fairy glade and marveled, distracted from her pain. When she rejoined the path she was happy to find herself accidentally beside the King.
'I fancy I can see fairies down there, my lord,' she smiled. 'I have always wanted to see a fairy! I hear they are only as big as your thumb, and quite beautiful.'
'They are secretive creatures.'
'Have you seen one?' she asked curiously.
'Yes,' a small nod. 'You have never seen a fairy?' he seemed a bit surprised.
'No, my lord. I...do not think I have ever really believed enough.'
Thranduil arched an eyebrow. 'We should change that.'
Phe smiled. 'The Greenwood is so beautiful, my lord. But...there is a darkness here that I-' she stopped and gazed into the sharp blue eyes and stopped. 'Forgive me, my lord. It is a feeling, that is all.'
Thranduil cast a glance behind for Anion. The boy was riding a little way behind, but Thranduil was not too concerned. This area was too close to his halls to contain any danger. Then Phe spied a clearing, and smelled warmth.
'You are guided by your feelings,' he observed.
Phe lost a bit of her confidence. She nodded shyly, but the King only offered her another of those small smiles.
'Yes, my lord.'
'Intuition is a great gift, hiril vuin. Do not be embarrassed.'
Phe smiled despite herself as her confidence came back. He is not laughing at me, nor calling me weak.
'Are those hot pools I see between the trees?'
A nod.
'There is a book at home where the lady bathes in the hot pools and there she meets a spirit,' Phe smiled. 'He becomes her husband. A strange tale, but it used to amuse me as a girl!'
'A spirit?' Thranduil kicked his horse and drew level with her. 'I have never heard of a woman falling in love with a spirit. Do you believe such things?'
Phe lifted one shoulder in a delicate shrug.
'I am not sure if I believe it, but it is a story about how love always triumphs, my lord. That is why I like it.'
The King gazed at her for a moment as their horses walked. Then he turned his head to watch the path.
'Perhaps it is. I would like to read it.'
'Oh,' Phe offered him a conciliatory smile. 'I left it behind.'
'It is no trouble,' he said. 'I am sure I can find it from somewhere.'
Her parents fell behind.
Phe took her horse forward for a better look at the pools but inside the clearing she began to feel something was wrong. So far, Maenith had handled the soft ground well and seemed relaxed enough. Now she was ill at ease. One soft footfall she placed after another, tentatively. Her unshod feet tested the ground. Her eyes and ears checked and rechecked every angle for signs of what she could undoubtedly smell. Phe stroked her neck warmly and whispered; 'Easy my love. Easy, there is no harm going to befall us here.'
Phe sensed that Maenith was still tense. Then Phe saw a blotch that shifted about in the rising hot water, tipping to and fro like an ugly boat. Its huge legs were curled around. It was clearly dead but Phe still pulled back in horror. Thranduil drew his horse up sharply beside her and held out a hand to hold her back from further exploration. his fingertips touched her wrist. Phe flushed pink and warm in her face, and unexpectedly between her legs and could not resist the urge to gaze at him, and wonder if he secretly wanted to touch her more intimately.
'It must have fallen into the water-' Phe said, to soothe her own fears and distract herself.
'Get back to the caverns!' he commanded her. 'Anion!' he cried into the trees. 'Where are you?!'
A dark shadow crossed the path behind them. Thranduil twisted, his eyes and ears suddenly alert. Maenith tensed and lifted her front legs. Phe prepared herself for a sharp jerk and a sudden fall but Thranduil grabbed her bridle and tugged the horse down. Relief washed over Phe. Maenith had never thrown her. Then a creeping cold descended over the back of her neck. Phe looked up and screamed, until she realised the dangling spider was dead.
It spun slowly in the web over their heads. They were so vast and dense she could have gotten lost in their maze. Behind the carcass and the gossamer white, an awful shadow moved. It began to creep down the long funnel to the ground. Then far off in the trees, Anion cried out and Thranduil spun to the sound of hooves. He listened. A brief silence. His horse must have jumped. There was a thud as it landed, the shriek of a wounded horse and a scream as Anion rolled into the brush.
Thranduil's lungs seized but he could do nothing except hold Phe's frightened horse and listen to the boy run. Then he heard the whisper of an arrow and suddenly there were running feet and Anion burst through the clearing on the other side, tears streaming down his face. He ran, jumping pools to reach Thranduil, a spider closing in behind him. Skipping branches, Legolas ran above him pursuing a second spider that was trying to flank the boy. Thranduil released Maenith and she pulled her head up sharply. Phe tried to soothe her but the horse could sense what even Phe's ears could not.
Anion dodged a swipe from a spiders leg and it missed him by a hairs breadth with its jaws. Legolas' arrow hissed by and pinned the Ungol between the eyes. It skidded to a halt, sending up leaves and debris. For a minute is squirmed and twitched and then it curled up dead. Anion leapt a log in terror and nearly ran headlong into Thranduil's horse.
'Ada!' he cried. Thranduil's hand closed on the back of his jacket and he hauled him into the saddle.
'Where is your horse?' Thranduil demanded.
'Broken...his legs,' Anion sobbed.
Then a terrible weight descended on Phe from above, knocked her from Maenith's back and sent her sprawling onto soft leaves. She rolled, unhurt, as the spider wheeled about and opened its jaws. Until now she had been sure the fabled Ungol would not intimidate her but its teeth were sharp and long and it surged at her with a frightening speed. She screamed as it lunged for her chest, mouth open, and kicked wildly. Her foot caught it between the eyes and shook it enough that it stopped to get its vision back. She threw her skirts aside and popped the sharp, curved blade on her calf from the sheath. The spider surged forward and snapped at her face. She drove the blade to the hilt under its jaw. For a moment it drooled stinking spittle into her face and she fought the urge to vomit. Then she caught sight of a long, shining sword before a pair of feet sailed over her head and followed the rolling spider to the ground. It shrieked and squirmed in the most distressing way.
Phe sat up trembling as Thranduil thrust his heel into the crook of its neck. It stopped its vile wriggling and died. Unceremoniously, he tore his sword free and flicked the blood off the blade. With the back of his hand he wiped its awful fluids off his face.
'Disgusting,' he pronounced, and bent to tug her knife free. He jumped down. Her skin was still prickling and her shoulders tense when he offered her his hand.
'How horrible-' she breathed. Thranduil offered her blade to her by the hilt and she took it carefully and lifted her gown long enough to slide it back into place. Thranduil flicked his eyes away before she could catch his stare. Phe flushed pink but made no mention of his attention.
'Legolas, get them back to the caverns,' he commanded. Phe's skin tingled in a different way when a warm, gloved hand landed in the hollow of her back. How nice, she thought, as the heat spread into her hips and belly and eased her cramps. Oh, touch me more, my lord, if your hands can do that to me.
'I want to stay with you!' Anion keened, afraid.
'Do not stop until they are all safe,' Thranduil pulled Anion close and called his horse. 'They will be in our soup, next.'
He turned with his hand on Anions shoulder. Two great legs protruded from the funnel above him and an ugly head lunged down, mouth open. Phe made to shout a warning, but Thranduil's blade hissed free in a wide arc. It sang as it sliced the air. When the spiders head rolled to a stop, Thranduil was leaning over Anion protectively and the boy was clinging to his belly, weeping. Then the hulking body slid down and spilled into the clearing and Thranduil stepped aside briskly with the boy in one hand. Anion wrenched away from it to cling to Thranduils coat on the safer side. Tears streaked down his face.
Legolas tugged Maenith's head around and gestured.
'Come!' he urged her and Phe kicked her horse and followed him, to where her Mother and Father waited, ashen faced, on the path.
000
Thranduil galloped up the long paths with Anion in front of him. Anion turned his face to hide his tears in Thranduil's hair.
'Everyone is going to think me a coward!' he sobbed.
'Nonsense, they do not even know you. I will get you a spider to ride if I must, but we will see the end of your fear,' Thranduil tightened his hand around Anion's warm, firm tummy and squeezed him gently.
'It is over, my boy,' he breathed, close to Anion's ear.
'I remember-' Anion started, and for a moment Thranduil thought he might speak of the day he lost his Ada. But then Anion went quiet. Thranduil closed his eyes in a moment of pain. He knew what Anion remembered of his Father, and they were not moments he wished the boy to relive. The King kept a good grip on him. Even though Anion could ride very well now, he did not want to risk losing him. Even more importantly, he wanted Anion to feel safe.
'Ada-' whispered Anion.
Thranduil only smiled. At last, he thought. At last I am Ada, not just Thranduil. He smiled gently into Anions' hair.
'They are like jelly inside, not like us, no bones. You can kill them with a quick thrust of a sword to the skull, or into the cavity between head and neck. Shall I show you what to do with them for next time? You can practice on the dead ones.'
Anion looked up, frightened. Thranduil only smiled.
'I will not let them hurt you,' he promised. Then to the horse, he whispered, 'Run, brother. See us home safely.'
000
Phe had been deep in thought, gazing out of a high window when her Mother found her. Faendis approached Phe slowly and turned her around by the shoulders. Phe had changed to a lighter gown that left her shoulders bare, and had not regretted it. She always felt far too warm when she bled and this was no exception. She sensed there was something she was about to reveal and now the time had come Phe did not want to hear it. Her heart thumped and her palms went sweaty.
'It is done,' Faendis said gently. 'We wait on your Father.'
'Who-' she whispered.
'King Thranduil, of course.'
Phe went cold. Her fingers numb, her knees suddenly soft. She sank onto the seat by the window and tried to hold back the tears, but there was no keeping back such a tide of grief. It hurt so much to have Rosdaer torn away then so quickly replaced, like his memory meant nothing. Her prince was gone and now to be replaced by a King. Phe should have been grateful but all she could feel was pain.
'It is not for love, Phe,' Faendis said softly. 'I did not marry your Father for love. Only bear Thranduil children and keep him company on formal occasions. You do not have to confide in him or share his chambers. Wear a pretty gown and be seen on his arm, that is all that is asked of you. That is all I ask of you.'
Phe just nodded, for she had no choice.
What a nightmare it would be, to live with him like she had lived with Rosdaer. In this grand hall too, rather than her cottage. Here, where responsibilities would be so important, where appearances were everything. Where shame and pride were the greatest assets and the greatest weapons available. The memory of the King's gloved hand might have been enough to make her heart flutter in a primal, lonely way. A way that had more to do with needs unfulfilled than caring, but the idea of idea of being trotted up the aisle and used like a mare for breeding made her blood run cold.
Why must they interfere? Why can I not choose him for myself?!
'Love comes later, for the sake of your children you grow it,' said her Mother, as if that was supposed to comfort her.
'His eyes are cold, Mother,' Phe said, in a voice thick with tears. 'He is cold. I cannot stand to marry him,' she was angry, so angry, and she would have gone on, but her eye was drawn to an unfamiliar sight on the floor. Gwenthel lay on the rug and then Leesha dashed from behind the laundry hamper and ran down the stairs. Pephennas glanced at her mother.
'What was that about?' Faendis asked softly.
'I do not know,' Phe picked up Gwenthel.
'He obviously desires more children,' Fae said. 'To have adopted a human girl, and a half elven boy. Clearly he is lonely.'
'Or perhaps they are just to make him look kinder.'
'Children do not smile at evil,' Fae said.
Phe turned away to hide her tears. 'Children do not know evil.'
As soon as the words were out, Phe regretted them, because she doubted Thranduil had any evil in him really. Still it mattered little now because her fate was sealed. She was not sure whether to be grateful, or sad.

Translations
Forgive me/Sorry - Goheno nin
My Lady - Hiril Vuin
My lord - Hir vuin
My son = Ionneg
My daughter = Iellig
Curses! = Rhaich!
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