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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 THREE: Awakening, Reunions, and Self healing.

Arlothiyenne turned her head from side to side, trying to come forth from her reveries. Her vision blurry, her throat burned from dryness and her body ached with pain, including her head. She fought to awaken, hoping that the softness she laid upon was not a dream, but a reality. A bed. So many months had it been since she laid in one, she almost did not want to wake from this delight.

Her eyes clouded, she fought to clear them further and find where she was. The pain in her head, was excruciating, causing her to feel confused. Had she made it to the border? Or was she dead and now residing in The Halls of Mandos? Where ever she was, she hoped those who had cared for her were kind. Opening her eyes further, she found that the dim light coming from a window nearby, hurt her sore eyes. She took her left hand and wiped away the tiredness that was there.

She was in a hut, or house of some kind. Mostly of wood, white in color and intricate designs carved into them. The window had coverings upon them, sheer and of white material. In the air, she could smell the scent of herbs and spices laced with sandalwood and moss dampened by the spring rains. The herbs and spices told her that it was a healing house for it was similar to the ones back in her home. The sandalwood and moss, was unique to that of a male. One in particular, she had not seen in two centuries. She slowly scooted up upon the pillows further, careful not to move too much. The pain in her right side was more of a dull ache now. Where was she? Her mind wondered.

In her observations, she concluded that she had made it, but could not remember exactly where. She thought a moment on the last thing she remembered. A heavily booted foot crushing to her head, then a sharp pain to her right side. Orcs!

Beside her she felt a slightly movement. Her head shot quickly to find she was not alone. It had taken until this moment to realize the presence beside her. Hesitant, she gazed upon the one to her right.

It was a man, his hair silver blond, which hung long down his back and had slid from his shoulders and now laid pooled upon her bed. Who was he? Not wanting to wake him, she slowly and gently pulled her hand from his. He did not stir nor wake. She gazed at him, her mind trying to recollect on who he was.

With only one side of his face, she could tell he was strong, and handsome. His cheek high, his nose slightly large, but not terribly so, his eye she could not see, but his lashes were long and dark upon his pale cheek. His hair was plaited on the side just above his left ear, but was slightly disheveled, and shined like the early morning sun. His ears caught her attention. They were pointed. Her mouth dropped open. 'Just like mine!' he was an elf. 'Had she made it?! She wondered.

She wanted to touch him, his beauty is what captivated her. She hesitated for a moment as she reached her hand. She had to touch those silken locks. Slowly she reached, but would hesitate, she did this several time, before decided to go for it. Her hand made the contact and ever so lightly, caressed. Several passes did she make before he stirred.

Taking her hand back, she waited to see what he would do, how he would act. His head, still hazy from sleep, never looked up, but moved from side to side as if to clear his eyes. She held a breath as he looked up at her suddenly. His stormy summer blue eyes met her dark and auburn brown ones. The look he gave was of one of knowing and joy, utter joy. She looked away from him, his eyes just too beautiful and piercing to gaze upon for too long.

She knew him, she decided but from where? When? Her mind still trying to process all that she had remembered. She felt him come to sit upon the bed beside her, gently taking her face in his hand and staring into her eyes, searching for something. He smiled for a moment and said said to her quietly in his language, “Lirimaer.' A word she remembered hearing as a child, meaning 'Lovely One' was said in almost a whisper.

For a moment she only stared at him, trying to remember this elf's name. She knew it, her mind still a bit foggy. He sat there gazing into her eyes, searching them. His face played many emotions, all of which told her he was worried. Gently, he pushed aside a lock of her hair. “Do you remember me, little one?” his voice sounding low like a breeze in the wind.
She thought a moment, looking and gazing into his stormy blue eyes. So familiar, but yet...then it hit her. Her eyes grew wide, she inhaled deeply and his unique scent wafted her nose. Sandalwood and moss dampened by spring rain. It was him, the one she dreamed of, the one she knew from all those years ago. “Haldir!” she replied, her voice choked with emotion. It was him. Pain racked her body as she leaned forward to grab him by the neck. She winced loudly and a small cry escaped her lips. Haldir's arms wrapped around her tightly, the need to hold her overcame him and he could not deny her.

“Yes, it is I. Arlothiyenne.” he whispered. He pulled back a moment, his hands now resting on her tiny waist. He could feel her pain, he could see it in her eyes. “I will get the healer.”

He left her on the bed long enough to go to the door. Opening it, he called out into the mid afternoon air. After telling the sentinel to fetch one of the healers, he returned. “How long?” was all she asked.

“Nearly three days. We have watched night and day.” he said stroking her hair gently.

“Three days? That long? Oh, my. Who is WE?” she asked searching his eyes. Seeing his joy in them.

“Myself, my brothers, the Lord and Lady. You missed them, but Elrond and his children were here but left for the City this morning.” He smiled down at her. “I can not believe it. After all these years, here you are.”

“All I remember is right before the final blow. After that nothing. What exactly happened to me?” she asked.

“Shh, it is best you rest now. The healer will be here any moment. Just know that you are safe now, and no harm will ever befall you again.” he shushed her. He reached out and gently laid her back down, she winced at the action. She ached all over still. The leg wound was but a twinge in the muscle, the wound her side actually sharp, but not so much she could not bear. It was her head that was near skull splitting. She reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose, hoping to defeat the pain.

Haldir tucked her in, beneath the blankets. Her eyes stayed fixed upon his face, mesmerized that he was with her. For so many months, had his face, his eyes and his voice had haunted her dreams. He looked down upon her, a smile upon his face. His face, though forever young, spoke of his hard life, his wisdom. She spoke softly, “How did you know it was me? I have changed and grown much since you last saw me.”

Haldir stared at her a moment. “Some things, never change. Your hair color for one. The resemblance to both your mothers. Not to mention, your eyes. I have never seen eyes the color of yours before you first arrive, nor since. It was unmistakable. Not to mention, we found your medallion about your neck on the plain. The Lord and Lady arrived the evening following your attack.” he said to her.

“Oh, I understand now. You say Nana and Ada are here on the fences. I want to see them.” she told him biting back a twinge.

“Soon-” he was cut off as the door to the healing talan opened and in came two elves.

“Ah, Little one, you have finally awakened. You had us mightily worried for you. How do you feel?” one said delighted.

“Indeed she has. Good to see you awake at last. Your aunt and uncle has been most worried for you. I am Tinnol, Master Healer here on the border. This,” he pointed to the first one, “Is Dalari. He came with the Lord and Lady.”

“Mae govanen. I am delighted to meet you both.” she said coughing a bit to clear her dry throat. Seeing her discomfort the one called Dalari turned to leave only to return with a herbal tea.

“Drink this. It will help relax you and soothe your dry throat.” he said sitting on the side of the bed. Haldir stopped him from giving her the drink. Taking the cup into his own hand, he leaned her up just enough to hold the cup to her lips. “Tell me child, where does it hurt the most?”

“My head.” she choked out.

Dalari checked her head while Tinnol inspected the bandages. Haldir sat beside her holding her hand and watching the two healers. “It appears your trying to sit up has not reopened your wounds. The tea will help with your aching head. Give it time to work. We shall come back later to look at you again, when you are ready to be bathed. I believe you are going to have visitors soon.”

She smiled and hoped so. Excitement began to well up in her at the thoughts of finally seeing her adopted Naneth and Adar and even Haldir's brothers. She had missed them all greatly, and for many years, she had on many occasions, wished to contact them. But because of what she was born to do, she could not risk not doing it exactly as the Valar wished. Though the task ahead of her was largely still unknown to her, she learned all she could, met as many people as she could. But those here, in this land, were never truly far from her thoughts..or her heart.

The healers bid her farewell, telling her that they would see here a little later. Just as the door closed, there was a knock. Haldir let go of Arlothiyenne's hand and went to open the door. Before Arlothiyenne could see who it was, she heard the faintly familiar voices of Celeborn and the all to familiar voice of Galadriel. But their presences were not the only ones. Looking toward the door, she was greeted with Haldir's brothers smiling at her. She smiled at them all weakly.

“Nana! Ada! Ru! Phin! I am so glad to see you.” she told them weakly, the tears beginning to wet her eyes. They were all sight for sore eyes. Celeborn came to the left side of her bed, sitting down, he leaned in and embraced her, careful not to hurt her. On her right, came Galadriel who had a tear of joy forming in the corner of her eye. Arlo looked from one to the other. “I am so glad to be home.” she told them breaking out in a sob. Her emotions ran high, which was normally unlike her, but given all she had been through, she gave herself no internal fight upon it.

Celeborn grabbed her face gently in his hands and looked deep into her eyes. “My sweet little Arlo. Finally, at last, home and in our embrace again. How do you feel, little one? Tell me and Ada will fix it.” he said with such a fierce fatherly tone. Galadriel wiped away the tear that had formed and smiled warmly.

“Oh, Celeborn, stop! She is not an elfling anymore. Look at her she is all grown, and more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” she told him cheerfully. Bending down she too embraced her gently. “You have been through so much lately, sweeting. I am proud of your courage. Do you need anything, dear?”

“No, not now. I have all I need right here. I have missed you all. Besides, Nana, do not scold Ada for babying me, I missed it greatly while I was away.” she told them smiling as they each took a hand.

As her parents held her hands, her eyes strayed to the foot of her bed. All three Lorien brothers stood there, their faces each reflecting how they felt. But the one that all felt and clearly was relief followed with joy. Her mind was clearer now, and she began thinking on the brothers, remembering her time with them.

Rumil, she remembered, was the most whimsical of the three, but fiercely loyal to those he loved. His poetry and songs were so beautiful she remembered how fondly she listened to his sweet tenor voice as she napped under their favorite story telling tree. Orophin was a mixture of both Haldir and Rumil. He had a playful side, one that at many times got her to laugh even when she was sad, but the other was one of pure protectiveness. Once, she recalled, a little boy had been picking on her calling her names and caused her to cry. When Orophin got done getting her to laugh, he took her home, and then paid the little boy a visit. The next day, he came to apologize. To this day, she did not know what he had done to him. And then there was Haldir.

Haldir had always been a Marchwarden. He took his job seriously and did it with such a flair. Back then, though at times he was stern, he still showed a side of such tenderness, kindness, and yes playfulness. These were things she valued from him. Never did she fear him. He was her guardian, a protector. At times it was he, that drove away her fears. It was what had drawn her to him even then. The Elf that stood before her now, was different. One that though still forever young, was aged somehow. The glint behind his eyes were now all but gone, his face was sterner, more arrogant, and aloof. What happened to make him lose his sweetness? His lighthearted steps? But still joy emanated from him, possibly more deeply then any of them in the room with her.

After an hour, Arlothiyenne began to feel the effects of the herbal tea. She yawned. Seeing their daughter was growing fatigued the Lord and Lady gave her quick kisses on the forehead and stood to leave. They stopped just short of the door. Galadriel turned back. “Arlothiyenne, in a few hours, I will send in my handmaidens to help you bathe. Should you feel up to it, we would like to have a nice family dinner together.” there was hope in the Lady's voice.

“I will be there no matter what. Even if I have to be carried.” Arlo told her smiling slightly.

The Lady turned to the brothers. “Haldir you will escort her, will you not?” He nodded to her and placed a respectful hand to his heart. “Good. Now you three do not tarry for very long. Our daughter needs her rest.” she bid them. They all three bowed to her. The lord and Lady left the talan to prepare for dinner.

Arlothiyenne looked at the brothers, who had yet to turn back to her direction. When they did, she felt as though she may have had an extra head. They stared. Rumil and Orophin smiled at her. Haldir only stared, like he was taking her image in to memory. She fidgeted a little, trying to sit up. She winced slightly. The pain had lessened some, but still it was there. Rumil leaned forward, Orophin came to one side of the bed and Haldir to the other. They assisted her in sitting up some. They worried for her. Smiling up at them, looking from one to the others she spoke, “So. Say. Something. You have all been terribly silent. Did you miss me?'

The brothers each turned to the other and then back to her. Orophin adjusted himself to sit closer to her. “Of course we did.” his voice came out sounded happy, but Arlo sensed a sadness in the tone. She reached out and grabbed his hand smiling up at him. “We are elated you are home and, despite what you have been through, that you are alive and well.” He choked up at this moment, his emotions taking over for but second, “We had given up many years ago that you would return. Now here you are. Welcome home, sweetling.” He bent and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I am home, and do not plan on leaving again. Worry not.” she assured him, fighting back more tears that threatened to fall. Looking at Rumil, she smiled, “And what of you, Oh Whimsical One?”

Rumil laughed at her nickname she used. Which oddly was the one she coined for him when she was a child. It used to irritate him hearing it, but now, it was music to his ears. After hearing, Orophin's heartfelt answer to her question, he decided it was time to lighten the mood. Placing both hands on his hips, in mock irritation, he spoke loud and clear, never missing the pun. “By the Valar, young lady, it took you long enough to get home. I mean causing us two centuries of worry. Shame on you!” he stopped, watched her and the others faces light up. “Yes, I missed you squirt. Lorien has not been the same since you left. Not to mention our story telling tree told me last time I was in the city, that it misses our little stories. I think you owe it an apology!” That was Rumil, funny, lighthearted, and always up for dramatics. The three there listening to his little mock rant, began to laugh. Arlo reveled in this feeling of being in their presence again. Haldir's laughter seemed to cheer her up more though, he had been sitting there sullen and forlorn with mixed feelings. Arlo looked at him, her strength renewed. This brief moment of joy, caused him to relax. That she concluded was what he needed, laughter.

After an hour, Arlothiyenne began to feel a little strange. It started out as a small tingle, then began to feel a warming sensation starting in her hands. She worked her hands, pumping and releasing them. Rumil and Orophin did not seem to notice, but Haldir did. Reaching out, he took her hand in his and began massaging them. The touch almost too distracting, but she managed to stay in beat with the conversation. As the sun was beginning to set in the sky, Rumil and Orophin decided it was time to leave, but assured her they would see her at dinner. They each bent and kissed her cheeks.

Haldir stayed behind, still holding her hand. A feeling of restlessness washed over her and the urge to get up and move became over powering. It was a feeling she had felt only once before in her life, while she was living with her foster father in Evindale. It was an accidental discovery made many years ago after she had fallen out of a tree and broken her leg. The healers there had done what they could for her, tried to confine her to bed, but in her stubbornness she could not sit still. The surprise of this newfound talent, came to not only her, but to the healers as well as a bit of a shock. After a mere few minutes of moving, a little body heating, and there it was, almost instant healing.

Sitting there with Haldir strengthened her, and made her feel as though she could walk on the moon. Haldir watched her closing sensing the change in her. He leaned his head to the side and studied her. Arlothiyenne caught him looking at her. “Is there something wrong, Haldir?” her voice full of curiosity.

Haldir must not have realized he was staring and shook his head. “No. I am just glad to see you doing so well considering what you went through only days ago. Worry not.” he smiled.

She nodded understanding. “I, too, am amazed about being back here.” she stopped and crinkled her nose in thought. She cocked her head to the side and looked at him. “It is strange though. Being back. Though I made my home away from here, it never truly felt like it does here.” She said no more. The silence so thick you could cut it with a dagger. That same urge hit her again, this time, she had to move. There was no stopping it. She moved to sit up further, flinching from the dull pain, she kept on moving. Haldir saw her moving, and leaned forward his hands landing on her shoulders to stop her.

“Just where do you think you are going?” his voice stern, unwavering.

She looked at him. “I am getting up.” she said innocently.

Haldir heard her loud and clear. Standing up, he towered over her bed. His tone flared with stern and authority, “Absolutely not! Out of the question. It is not wise for you to do so, not until you are completely healed. You will re-open your wounds.” His words he thought were final.

She huffed out a irritated sigh."Haldir, are you forgetting the powers that I am supposed to possess? I feel better, not to mention stronger. Please," she begged puckering out her bottom lip. Once upon a time, long ago, this little act of innocence would have worked easily. She had used it many times to get what she wanted around him and his brothers. He could not resist it, or use not to.

He shook his head, the puckered lip was not working anymore, she realized. "I am sorry, little one, that face will not work anymore. You are now a grown elleth and that face is not becoming of your grown up features," he told her adamant that she listen to his plea.

She shook her head, allowing him to think that his commands worked, but truly she was bound and determined. Looking him dead in the eye, she spoke to him seriously. “Haldir, what has happened to you? Why are you acting as though you can control me?” she looked away from him. He did not move, or say anything, but only listened. Her voice softened to concern, “You as I clearly recall, used to be so lighthearted, playful, sweet and well kind of mushy. What happened to the Haldir I knew and loved all those years ago?”

Haldir's eyes changed to something she did not recognize. Or could it have been many emotions all at once, she could not tell. He took in a sharp breath to control the emotions and then softened. “Lirimaer, time changes people, that is all. Now please, stay in bed.” She did not listen and threw the sheets off her body. Her legs she swung to the opposite side of the bed away from him. She had to move, there was no stopping her. Haldir saw what she was doing, his heart raced, his determination to get he to see to reason was his main goal. "Where are you going, lirimear?” she ignored him. “No, you do not, get back into that bed!" he softly commanded. He stood going to the other side of the bed to stop her. Reaching out, he gently grabbed her arm, but she shrugged him off. "You sure do not listen to reason do you?" he saw no use in arguing. Defeated, he let out a long sigh, “Well, since you will not listen to my plea, I shall help you. But I insist, if you should feel unwell, you will return to bed.”

She nodded to his demand, and felt his strong arm wrap around her waist. The contact was warm, protective. She knew he did not like her moving about, but she had to. To jump start her healing, all she needed to do was walk through it. Stretch out, work her sore, tired muscles. Just for a few minutes. Haldir held her tightly as her legs began to wobble and start give way, but she pushed herself.

Walking around the talan, Arlothiyenne began to feel the healing powers coursing through her veins. Haldir's strength made her stronger. She leaned on him only a little, and after a few more moments she felt the warm rush come upon her body, and her steps began to steady more. To test this, she would pull away from Haldir and take a few steps by herself, but he was never far from reach. Seeing her do this, caused him to step back in awe. Soon, he watched as she stood at perfect steadiness.

Haldir's breath caught, as his eyes were granted a sight that he could have only imagined. Standing near the window, the rays of the sun peeked through, forcing light and a heavenly out line of her body. The night dress she wore, he knew had been thin, but he was unprepared just how much. His eyes never left her form, the soft curves of her body, the perky peeks of her breast, were all bared through that gown. He turned from her, and for the first time in his adult life, he blushed.

Arlothiyenne turned to him and noticed that he was not looking at her, his ears pinker almost red even. The look she only recognized was embarrassment. 'Why-' she thought, but it donned her then. Glancing back at the small window and then down at her clothes, she realized what was causing his reactions. 'He saw me.' she thought. She moved from the light in the window, making her way back to her bed. Still standing quite well on her own, she grabbed the coverlet and wrapped herself up. She said not a word to him, afraid that it would embarrass him further. When she did start to speak. A knock on the door sounded.

Haldir who had been looking away from her, was shook from his thoughts and walked to the door to open it. A look of relief came across Haldir as he was greeted by the Master healer, Dalari. Two females stood behind him their hands full of baskets, parcels, and towels. The healer entered, the smile upon his face faded, turning to the disapproving look the healers in Evindale had given her all those years ago. He was not happy. “Lady Arlothiyenne, what pray tell are you doing out of the bed?” came his stern tone. He turned to Haldir. “March warde, would you care to explain this?”

Haldir looked at the healer, then glanced to Arlothiyenne. “I tried to stop her, but she was adamant on moving around. I helped her in her endeavor and she began standing on her own quite well.” He said no more as he continue to stare at her as he still stood in the doorway. The look he gave, Arlothiyenne could only sense it was adoration and appreciation. It caused her to blush crimson. “Arlo, I shall return shortly to escort you to the Royal Tents for dinner. Master Dalari.” he bowed and left the talan. He was so formal just now, she thought.

Dalari said nothing, but it was clear that he had just witness something between the two. He turned to Arlothiyenne. “Young Lady, why are you not in bed? To move around so soon after such trauma, is likely to have re-opened your wounds.” his tone was softer than before, sounding more like concern. “Come, let me check you.” he motioned to the bed. Arlothiyenne climbed upon the bed with relative ease, and laid down. As the two females scurried around the talan preparing her bath.

Dalari went to work, removing the blanket from about her and lifting the hem of her night dress. He lifted her leg to examine the wound and gasped out loud. Arlothiyenne heard it and looked at him. He quickly raised the gown further up and gasped again, a look of shock and disbelief written across his feature. He turned to one of the elleths. “Go fetch Tinnol, quickly!” he told her.

There was no need to look, Arlothiyenne felt the healing and knew that the wounds were sealed and gone. She smiled up at him. He stood back from her and eyed her curiously. The elleth returned with Tinnol rushing in before her. Dalari quickly drug him away from earshot. Tinnol eyed her and walked over to perform the same examination. He lifted the gown, laid it back down, then lifted it again. He looked down at Arlothiyenne.

“How is this possible?” Astonishment filled the tone.

“I heal really fast, Master Tinnol. Did anyone tell you?” she said to him biting back the urge to laugh out.

He backed away from her. Dalari stood there, his jaw dropped. “The Lady said you were special, but we did not understand what she meant. Truly, you are.” His tone was that of pure wonder.

Tinnol, still eyeing her asked, “Do you hurt anywhere?”

Arlothiyenne shook her head slightly. “Only a twinge, but not as bad as earlier. Sore, yes. Tired and fatigued, definitely. But relatively, I feel stronger.”

Both healers shook their heads, this was unbelievable. “Well then, should you feel ill, let us know. We can give you something to help relieve it.” Dalari said turning to Tinnol who was now at the door.

The healers left, leaving Arlothiyenne with the two elleths. Both were still preparing her bath. Two wardens had brought in a huge tub filled with warm water and one returned with a pale of clean water.

The elleths both turned to her.

They were beautiful, both of them. Each with pale yellow hair that hung down past their backsides. They had the same features which made Arlo wonder if they were sisters. One had green eyes and the other bright blue. They curtsied in unison.

“Mae govanen, Lady Arlothiyenne. I am Arinel and this is my cousin, Lucinda. The Lady sent us to help prepare you for dinner. How fare you this eve?” the blue eyed one said her voice polite and sweet.

“I am much better than before thank you.” Arlo responded.

“Here, My Lady. Lady Galadriel sent you a gift.” The one called Lucinda said holding out a neatly wrapped gift with gray silk wrapping and a deep blue ribbon.

Arlothiyenne reached and received it. Taking the ribbon in her hand, she undid it and gasped when she saw what was inside.

It was the most beautiful gown she had ever seen, made of a soft, but durable material the color of stormy blue. It would match Haldir's eyes, she thought. Arlothiyenne pulled the gown out and held it to her body, it would fit as well. She looked up at the two females and smiled.

“I Love it. Thank you.” she told them.

The two females sprung into action and began to help her bathe.
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N/A: Sorry this is so long. The revamping on this chapter I had hoped would only consist of a few things, but once getting into it...It was total everything..Hope you enjoy...PLEASe review and let me know if I am doing this alright...

Next up....A Tale of Destiny: Chapter Four: Dinner, A Tale of a Life, Marchwarden's Outburst.

Prounounciations: All names are my own creations. No true meanings.

Dalari-(Day-Lar-ee)
Tinnol-(Tin-nole)
Arinel-(Are-ee-nell)
Lucinda-(Lu-sen-duh)
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