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Arlothiyenne: A Tale of Destiny	By : phatangelbaby Category: +Third Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 2421 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings or its characters, Tolkien is their Owner. Only Borrowed for a bit..No monies are made from this work of fiction. Arlothiyenne is MINE

Chapter List
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Note..this chapter is REALLY long. But a lot of important things happen here.

Chapter Five: Regrets, Departure, Reconciliation, The Beginning

After an hour of searching diligently, Rumil and Orophin found their overbearing and spiteful eldest brother..sulking in his talan.

The events at dinner, left them both fuming and wanting answers to why he behaved so atrociously to Arlothiyenne. They entered the talan, to find him sitting on his cot, drinking his private stock of Miruvor wine. Oh the nerve he had, talking to the one person he had privately grieved for the last two centuries, in such a way that it left her deeply hurt. Both of them frowned seeing him there, drowning in his own sorrows. Orophin stood there arms crossed over his chest, while Rumil placed his hands on his hips.

Without looking up from his drink, Haldir frowned. “What does one have to do to get a little peace and quiet around here?” he growled out irritated.

Orophin fumed by his clear aloofness to the trouble at hand. “You will have no peace brother so long as we both drawl breath. What in the devil has gotten into you?” he spat out with all the anger in him pouring out into the open.

Haldir looked up, his eyes filled with anguish. “Nothing that you two would understand.” That one response ignited a great fire in the two younger brothers, that if they were not kin to him, would have challenged him to a fight with swords.

Rumil, who was one that always wanted peace, actually felt a rage toward their brother. He was usually one that settled fights with people, but now he wanted to pummel his brother to a pulp. “Brother, for many years..no..all my life, I have followed you. Looked up to you, and now I am ashamed to call you 'brother'. Never have we ever questioned you or your authority, but tonight we have to. Why did you lash out at Arlo in such a way?” Rumil's voice came out feral, completely unlike him. Orophin looked at his little brother with eyes of shock, but deep down understood. Normally Rumil was passive, soft-spoken, but now he was a different person.

Haldir looked at his brothers in disbelief. “I do not have to answer to the two of you. Leave me be!” he spat back his voice wavering, revealing a pain that he must have felt deep down.

Orophin composed himself. “No, Haldir, you do not. But tonight was uncalled for, and we have come to defend Arlothiyenne's feeling. We insist you go and apologize immediately!”

“Why should I?” Haldir said defending himself. Haldir stood, his stance iron strong, glaring at his brothers. “Who are you two to order me around? I am your superior.”

“Oh, stuff a sock in it, Haldir!” Rumil said sarcastically. “We insist you go and tell her you are sorry. We are not leaving until you promise to do so!” Rumil sat in the chair at the desk to prove his point.

“Haldir, you are our brother and we love you. Seeing you angry is not uncommon for us, but this is an outrage. Tell us what is wrong.” Orphin's command sounded more like a plea.

Haldir looked at the two. This was the first time they had ever felt or shown passion about a certain topic. Not to mention the first time the two ganged up on him. He did not know how to react to this. He stared at them intensely. It was obvious they were not going to let it go, so he sighed out heavily and sat back down. He was defeated and he might as well endure it. This stubbornness was a family trait, and all three could be quite bull-headed, but never had they rallied together to do it. He took a swig of his wine and wiped a drip from his chin.

Not a word was spoken for a while, the three sat there patiently waiting for a resolution of some sorts. The silence was broken when, Haldir's voice came out, sounding defeated. “I know not why, I did what I did.” Haldir dropped the now empty bottle as he buried his face in his hands. “It is just-” he thought on it. “It is just the thoughts of her having opportunities to write us or come home, and she did not..it angers me. I do not understand it.”

Both Rumil and Orophin understood now fully, why he had done what he done. The answer came swiftly to them both. They knew her leaving and disappearance had hit him hard, but it was not until this moment they knew fully. He had grieved for her, pined to have her near, all these years. Haldir looked like a whipped pup now, his emotions coming out. Or was it just the wine?

Softening the tone, Orophin placed a comforting hand to his older brother's shoulder. “Haldir, you knew she was special. Not just to you but to all of us. We all missed her, worried for her. You possibly more than any of us, but her destiny is important. It was necessary for her to leave, and for some reason, the Valar chose to hide her from us so she could learn what she needed to know to do it. She said she did it to protect her people. We accept her answer, why will you not do so as well?”

Rumil butted in. “Tell us, Haldir. Can you not just be happy she is home now? You sit here, drowning in your own feelings, not caring what you have done. You act as though how she feels does not matter to you or that you are glad she is home.” Rumil was now calmed and presented his case as he patted his brothers leg.

Haldir saw their reasoning. He had acted like a complete arse. Why did he always have to lose his temper. He was ecstatic she was home, and now healed. He rubbed his hand over his eyes, he was tired, drunk and now fully ashamed. He looked his little brothers perplexed. “I care more than either of you know. I hate what I did, but-” he stopped as he choked up. Rumil and Orophin looked at each other, they could not believe their brother, the Mighty Marchwarden was choking up. They made no comment just listened. “I want to fix this, but how? She may never speak to me again, I cannot live with her angry with me.”Haldir looked suddenly stricken.

A tear formed in the eyes of Haldir a moment later, his feelings coming through raw, untainted. Rumil and Orophin in all their years had never seen him like this. He was a rock, well-known for his arrogance, his aloofness, but this was not a side of him that any had ever seen. It became clear then, that their brother was changing. He loved Arlothiyenne, they could feel it. What had happened earlier, at dinner, was a mistake. The two of them had wanted to give him a lashing, but instead they had shamed him. The tear fell silently, dropping to the floor with a silent splatter. The two, saw this, and found it quite refreshing. Their attempt was to shame him, make him feel utter guilt, but it seemed to them, his own conscience was doing that for them. They said nothing as he composed himself in silence.

He broke the silence, humbled by his own shame. “I do not want to lose her, again. Tell me how to fix it, and I will do it.” he looked at Orophin, then to Rumil seeking the answer his heart wanted. “Tell me, is she alright?”

Orophin breathed out a deep breath, and stood looking down upon his brother. “No, she is not. Her heart is broken, battered, bruised. The Lord and Lady are with her now. You must go to her.”

Haldir shook his head. Wiped the dampness from his eyes. “I shall do it now.” he sounded more like himself, only humbled this time. He stood with Rumil doing the same. He looked at them questioningly, “Do you two not have guard duty tonight?”

They both nodded and smiled slightly. “Yes. We do, but you see, we have this really stubborn brother we were going beat up for being mean, and well see, it took a little longer to get him to see the error of his ways.” Orophin said cracking a light joke.

“Well it worked, and it is now for the two of you to get back to your duties. I have a little task I must do now.” he commanded softly.

“Phin, will you look at that. Back to his old self. We had better git before he decides to beat our arses to a pulp.” Rumil laughed out. The two turned to him as they reached the door. Rumil said to him, “We love you brother. It is good to see you are not made entirely of stone.”

Haldir rolled his eyes. “Now who needs to put a sock in it?!” Walked out the talan door leaving him alone. Turning he quickly freshened himself up, and thought on what he would say to her once he got to the healing talan.

~*~*~*~

Haldir was nearly to the healing talan, when he heard his named called. Looking around he found where it came from. He was not far from the guest talan, Lord Celeborn came down the stairs and stood before him.

He bowed to him. “There is no need for formality, Haldir. I was just on my way to find you and make sure your brothers had not killed you. That little display at dinner really sent them into a rage.”He smiled, reaching out to place a hand to Haldir's shoulder. “Where you off to?” he cocked a curious brow.

“I was just off to apologize to Arlo, my lord.” Haldir said to him.

“Ah, I see.” he gave him an appraising eye. “ I see you are in better spirits now.”

“Aye, My lord, I am. I would like to say-.” Celeborn held up a hand to stop him before he could say anymore.

“No need to apologize.” he smiled,"Haldir, I have known you all your life. Galadriel and I have loved you and your brothers like you were our own. You have always been a picture of stability, sternness, and loyalty. You have never been an emotional elf. We do not make a habit of grudging against an elf who expresses his feelings. You needed the release. Of course, it came at a bad time and in the worst way, but you felt overwhelmed. You were forgiven the moment it happened."

“I am at a loss of words. But it was terribly rude and inconsiderate of me. I know not what has come over me. Usually I am steady as rock, but it seems I am weaker these past few months. I shan't do it again. I promise you.” Haldir placed a hand to his heart. Haldir bit his bottom lip for a moment. “I am concerned about one thing. What if Arlothiyenne will not forgive me?'

Celeborn's smiled grew. “How could she not? She loves you Haldir, besides we spoke to her, she is only confused. But she is stubborn too. It runs in my family, she will come around soon enough.” He studied Haldir for a moment, before continuing. “Your feelings are normal, Haldir. When one buries themselves too deeply in their tasks, they tend to forget to live life all together.” He brought his forefinger to his lip as he thought a moment. “Haldir, upon our return to the city, I want you to take time off and just relax. Arlothiyenne will need some help readjusting to the elven life. I think it will benefit everyone if you did. Arlothiyenne's powers are starting to re-awaken, and she will need all the support she can get.”

“My Lord-” Haldir tried to protest.

“That is not a request Marchwarden, but an order. Time off is what you need.”

“But-” he was stopped again.

“No, It is not up to debate. Now go and see my daughter.” he commanded pointing toward of the healing talan.

Haldir just watched as the Silver Lord walked back up the stair and re-enter the guest talan.

Continuing on in his attempt to redeem himself, Haldir thought on what he could do to make things up to Arlothiyenne. Saw a path that lead to a small quiet glade and decided to take a little detour. Lavender blossoms. They grew in this small glade, a peace-offering would suffice to help him. He made his way down the path on his mission.

The clearing glowed this time of night. The lavender flowers seem to pop out with a life of their own. Stepping into the clearing, he bent down and began picking a small bundle of the little purple flowers. He brought the blossoms to his nose and inhaled their sweet smell. Smiling he thought on all the times he had brought them to Arlothiyenne when she was just an elfling. His heart felt at peace knowing that he could do this again. He cut away the excess leaves, taking a small piece of twin from his pocket, he tied the bundle together.

The walk was short back upon the main path to the healing talan, his heart still searching for what he was going to say to her. He looked down at the flowers in his hands and felt that this offering would help mend what he had caused.

Arriving at the talan, he found that a flicker of light still came from the bottom of the door. He knocked but no one answered. 'She must be asleep.' he thought. After a moment, he debated, should he go or should he enter? Taking the stand, he decided to go on in. The door opened with a soft creak of the hinges, but it did not seem to bother the sleeping beauty on the bed. Closing the door, he went to stand by her bedside, the flicker of the candle made her face seem more at peace.

He sat on the bed beside her, careful not to wake her, looking down upon her face. Her face around the eyes were reddened and slightly swollen, evidence of her crying. Seeing the tear stains streaking her cheeks, cause his heart to ache. 'What have I done?' he thought. Reaching out, he caressed her cheek ever so lightly. She was so beautiful lying there in her slumber. For many moments he just stared, memorizing her features, committing them to memory. How foolish he had been to have treated her so. He leaned and laid the flowers upon her night stand and stood to leave, turning on his heels he stopped when he heard her stir. Looking back at her, she had not awakened, like he first thought.

He was almost to the door, when he heard her softly say his name, her voice filled with pain. He froze, then looked back to her again. Still asleep. She moved her head slightly, her face now facing him, but her eyes were closed, she spoke his name again in a soft whisper. She was dreaming of him. His heart ached, cause he had not been able to apologized, but reminded himself, 'Tomorrow is another day'.

That night as he lay in his bed, he dreamed of her. It brought him comfort seeing her there. But he was also restless...what would tomorrow bring?

~*~*~*~

Arlothiyenne awoke the next morning, her head pounding like a drum. She groaned, wiped her eyes and sat up. Looking around the room, she noticed nothing out of sorts. Did last night truly happen? Swinging her legs to the side of the bed, she was startled to find upon her nightstand a small bundle of lavender blossoms. How she loved them. Picking them up, she brought them to her nose. Haldir used to bring these to her, every time he returned from duty on the fences when she was an elfling. He had to have brought them, but did he not wake her.

Her heart filled with sadness remembering the events of last night. Confusion still laid there wondering what had gotten into him. A knock on the door sounded. “I am awake, come in.” she called out.

In came both handmaidens, Arinel and Lucinda, carrying clothes and soaps. It was bath time.

“How fare you Lady Arlothiyenne?” Lucinda inquired.

“I am well, but my head is pounding hard.” she said rubbing her temples in trying to ease the pain.

Arinel looked at her concerned. “Would you like us to call the healer for something?” she asked worried.

“No, it will pass. I must ready for the journey.” she stood and moved across the room toward the tub, now being filled with warmed water by Lucinda.

Lucinda stood after heating the water more and began to help undress Arlo. “The Lady will be along shortly. Your breakfast is already ordered and will arrive with her.”

“Thank you,” Arlo said passively, her head was hurting more now. Why was it not easing? She closed her eyes, attempting to heal herself, which was not working. Opening her eyes, she felt the room begin to spin some, the pain now unbearable. Seeing her state, Lucinda stopped her task of undoing Arlo's hair, and left the talan.

Arinel helped Arlo into the tub and began to wash her hair. The water felt hot, and good on her head. Feeling her head clear some he opened her eyes, and found her nana setting on her bed, looking concerned. Arinel helped Arlothiyenne out of the tub within moments, and wrapped a robe about her shoulders.

Once she was out of the tub, Arlohiyenne went to the table and began eating. Galadriel was so silent this morning, her eyes fixed upon Arlo. She came to stand beside her, bending down she stared. “Arlothiyenne, it has started. Lucinda spoke of the pain, it is worsening isn't it?” her mother was right. She nodded.

“Yes, nana. It is. The warm water helped some but for only a moment. What is it that is happening to me?” she asked for clarity.

“Your powers are beginning to grow. It will pass, but how long from now, I do not know. I have sent Lucinda to fetch Tinnol or Dalari to bring you something.” she reached up and caressed Arlothiyenne's cheek. Arlothiyenne continued eating her breakfast but found that her appetite was waning. Galadriel stood, “Come, my little one, let us get you dressed. I should love to braid your hair.”

Arlothiyenne stood, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her, she wavered a little but soon steadied herself again. Closing her eyes she fought against the feeling. She donned her tunic and leggings, then sat on the bed with her nana behind her. Her pain soon was soothed by the gentle caress of her mother's fingers as she brushed and began to braid the long dark tresses.

A Lucinda returned with the pain herbs in hand. Arlothiyenne took them. Galadriel paused a moment. “I see Haldir has brought you a peace-offering. Your favorites in fact. They are beautiful are they not?” she commented.

“I suppose so. Peace-offering, maybe, but not an apology. I will not accept them as anything unless I hear it from his own lips.” She told her mother.

Galadriel stopped her task. “Arlo, your father spoke to Haldir last night. Haldir is truly sorry for what he did. Matter of fact, your ada ran into him on the way here to apologize. Haldir must have picked these after that, then came to find you already asleep.”

Arlothiyenne seemed a little shocked by this. “Then why did he not wake me?” she asked curiously.

“I know not the answer to that, but Haldir is noble and cares for you deeply. You must forgive him. He is new at expressing his emotions. No longer is he the guarded elf he once was.” she told Arlothiyenne.

“I do forgive him, but I must hear the words from his own lips. The flowers are lovely, but it is not the same for me.” Arlo was being a little stubborn, Galadriel knew this but said no more of it.

After finishing her daughter's hair, the Lady of Light stood. “It is time for us to leave. You had best come, your ada swears by the valar females are too vain in their appearance. Come let us prove him right shall we? We ladies must make our entrance. The horses and wagons are most likely ready.” her mother smiled down at her and held out a hand for her to take. Arlothiyenne giggled at her mother's lighthearted jesting and followed her.

Almost to the door, Arlothiyenne remembered she had forgotten and went to her nightstand and picked up her peace-offering. She did not want to leave them behind. Perhaps on the journey home, Haldir would speak to her.

Outside the talan, elves rushed about, gathering up the supplies for the Lord and Lady's departure. Galadriel and Arlothiyenne met up with Lord Celeborn, the healer and Haldir's brothers. Haldir was nowhere in sight. Celeborn embraced his daughter. “Good morning ada, sorry so late.” she greeted him.

“Tis alright, I know ladies have to make an entrance. We will leave shortly, Haldir is giving the final orders for his absence. Come, my sweetling, your mount is this way.” he took her hand and began leading her to a huge black war horse.

Haldir came along just then. He helped the Lady upon her horse and then went straight to Arlothiyenne. Standing there she was a picture of beauty, but behind those eyes of her, he saw pain, not in heart or spirit but physical. He looked at her worried. “Arlo, are you well this morning?” he asked as he lifted her up onto the saddle.

She only looked at him a moment, before answering. “Quite well, thank you!” she snapped out. Haldir noted the tone in her voice, she lied about being well, and he knew it. She was not angry at him, but annoyed. His gaze settled upon the small bundle of Lavender flowers in her hands and smiled. Looking up at her, her gaze was straight ahead. In his heart, the flowers were just the beginning of reconciliation, the fact she held them tightly in her hands, told him, that she would not be reluctant to forgive his hateful outburst. He smiled to himself as hope rose in his heart.

~*~*~*~

He led the horse, for the many hours they traveled, constantly he watched her, but she did not acknowledge it. He saw her hurt, he knew there was pain, but why? The entire journey had been a painful one for Arlothiyenne, her head would ache terribly, then it would leave, come again then go away. It did this the entire way. Sensing her pain, the Lady ordered for them to bed down for the night not far from the city. Tomorrow they would travel a few short hours and be home.

Arlothiyenne sat underneath a large sycamore tree, resting her head against the trunk. Her eyes closed resting. The clearing was a hustle and bustle of activity, the wardens setting up tents, both Arinel and Lucinda sat cooking the meal, the horses being fed and watered. The lord and lady watched as the camp came to life before their eyes. She was not far from them so if they spoke she would answer them.

In her rest, Arlothiyenne, began to feel the hum of the trees, their language. They knew she was home, they sensed her presence and was singing among themselves the joy they felt. She smiled knowing what they felt, the joy, the excitement. But there was something else intertwined with that joy. The feeling of change, awakening. Arlothiyenne felt it, and she suspected that her mother did as well.

Her thoughts were broken when Haldir approached her parents to announce dinner. “My lord, my Lady, dinner will be ready soon. Camp is now set.” he said as his eyes drifted over to Arlothiyenne.

Celeborn saw where his gaze led to, Galadriel knew what was in his mind. Celeborn spoke up, “Good, Haldir. Thank you. You may take your rest.” he said dismissing him, but then thought a moment. “Better yet, Arlothiyenne has been feeling a little under the weather today. Perhaps you could take her on a stroll to help clear her head.” he cocked a brow waiting to see what the Marchwarden would say.

Haldir looked to Arlohtiyenne, who only stared at her ada as if he had two heads. What was he up? Her mind screamed. She looked to Haldir, whose eyes were filled with hope. She could not refuse him, what if he wanted to apologize, make amends? He had a right to speak his mind. She rolled her eyes slightly, and held out a hand for Haldir to take. He came to stand in front of her, taking her small dainty hand in his large calloused ones. Lifting her up, he helped her to straighten her gown. After saying a quick farewell to her parents the two made their way down a small well beaten path that led deep into the woods.

Haldir held her hand in his as they walked in silence. He led her through the forest helping to navigate the fallen logs and twigs that littered the ground. Arlothiyenne wondered where he was leading her, but did not voice it.

The path ended in a glade, that seemed to eerily glow, the ground was smooth and the grass was tall. Haldir looked at Arlothiyenne to see her response to the place before her. She was in awe at the beauty, turning her head to see all of what his place had to offer.

She gasped as the clouds moved, revealing the moonlight and lighting up this wonder. In the midst of this small glade stood a lone tree, a large oak, that seem to glow a silver ethereal glow. Ghostly, if one would describe it as such. The moonlight seemed to cause this place to come to life. Letting go of Haldir's hand, she made her way to the tree, with him following behind her.

Reaching down to the tall grass, she felt the blades sway as her hand touched it. Little white flowers grew among the grass, and sang to her soul. So peaceful this place was to her.

Haldir moved past her and took a seat beneath the Old oak tree. Arlothiyenne looked up to face him. He stared at her a moment and then patted the place beside him. Seeing this gesture, she came to his side and sat down. For many moments she spoke not a word. He stared at her then took a blade of grass in his hands picking it and then just held it. Words needing said, silently mingled in both their minds at this moment of pure silence, but neither started it.

Not being able to stand the silence a moment longer, Arlothiyenne took the iniative. “, what happened to you last night? Why did you get so angry with me?” She asked humbly. He stiffened slightly, and felt his turmoil. He did not look at her fully, but gave her a side glance.

“My actions last night were uncalled for, inconsiderate and completely out of line.” he looked away for a moment. “I have no reasoning for it.” he stopped a moment before speaking again. His eyes shone the hurt he felt, the remorse, “Can you ever forgive me?”

She bit her lip as she gaze upon his face. The pain was out in the open, upon his sleeve. How could she not? Reaching up she touched the side of his face, the caress like that of a butterfly wing fluttering. “Haldir, of course. But I must ask cause my confusion is great, what did I say that caused you such distress?”

Her hand left his face, but not his person. He froze when she grabbed his hand, the truth had to be told. He looked her deep in the eyes, feeling her fingers massaging his own comforting him. “I was upset at the knowledge that you could have sent word or come home yet you did not. The pain of the last two hundred years could have been avoided had you said something, anything.” all the honesty and sincerity in him coming through clearly. She nodded silently for a moment.

“I understand completely and I am sorry for that, Haldir. My future depended on the knowledge I had to gain in my travels. I realize I hurt you and I am truly sorry. I had no choice," she said lightly squeezing his hand. “Forgive me for not doing what you felt I should have?”

Haldir was silent for a time before he spoke again. Arlo sensed his understanding why things had to be the way they were. He smiled at her, then pulled his hand from hers and draped an arm about her shoulder. It felt good to her to have him do this, she leaned her head upon his shoulder, feeling relieved, though not much spoken about it, but it was now behind them. His voice broke this moment. “All is forgotten now. I think that maybe I should get you back to camp. Dinner should be done by now,” he suddenly stood and offered a hand for her to take.

Arlothiyenne reached for his hand and took it. Standing, she felt as though her body weighed a million pounds and could not move. Stunned and frozen. Her head began to swim and her vision began to distort and sway. Closing her eyes she tried to shake off this new feeling, but found that it would not go away. Haldir seeing her like this, became worried.

Arlothiyenne heard him call out her name, he was concerned, but his voice was dragging, slowed and sounded a little other worldly. Her body began to come alive, feeling as though a fire was rising up. Her hands began to glow, her skin turn blaze orange. She looked up at Haldir, but his face was disproportionate, out of sorts, like water. What was happening to her? She thought. Haldir's expression, though so out of place, was that of severe concern. He was reaching for her, but she would pull away.

Then a shift in her soul happened. She thought it was just her for a moment, but realize that the ground began to shake, the trees rattling, limbs falling, a rumbling sound came from the earth. Horrified she heard herself scream. The ground shook harder, knocking her and Haldir off their feet.

Her next sight of him, was of him crawling on all fours trying to get to her, him calling out her name. A hum inside her grew, the heat in her body rose to a new level, a sharp and steady pain. On her knees, she tried to steady herself as the ground shook, but it was useless. Suddenly, Haldir made it to her side. Wide eyed she watched as he reached for her, to grab her arm, but suddenly she firmly told him. “NO! Do not Touch, Please!”

Then, the heat rose to a new level, the ground stopped shaking, but she did not. Her body was there, but her mind seemed to drift away from her physical being. Haldir reached for her, but growled out in pain as his hand was burned, just as her body gave one last shudder. That shuddering stopped, then a blinding ray of light shot from her, and lit up the clearing clear up to top of the trees.

Haldir shielded his eyes, afraid to look, the heat emanating from Arlothiyenne was hotter than he had ever known. For a second this lasted, but then as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Haldir fought to adjust his eyes. The spots before his eyes lasted for many moments before clearing. What had just happened?

At Camp...

Around the campfire the company of elves sat, eating and talking. Galadriel felt a restlessness in the air. Something was changing, but in her waning powers she could not place a finger on it. I her mind all she saw was Arlothiyenne.

Then she felt the humming of the earth and nature around her, followed by the ground shaking. The sounds of shock, and fear gripped the party of elves. The ground rattled and caused those there to almost lose their balance. But this only lasted a few moments, then suddenly stopped.

Everyone gained their steadiness again, but was stunned as a bright, blinding light came from the direction that Arlothiyenne and Haldir had gone. Celeborn stood and came to his wife, before he too, seen the light. Galadriel stood there unmoving, her words came out, unfeeling, her expression strickened. “Go, now Celeborn, it is Arlothiyenne. It has begun. Bring her to me!”

Hearing this, Celeborn called to Orophin and Rumil. The three mounted their horses and hurriedly made their way to the direction the light had come from.

As they left, Galadriel's mind reached out to Elrond, and then to Gandalf telling them of what had transpired.

The Glade....

Haldir looked to find that Arlothiyenne, lay upon the ground, shivering violently. Her teeth chattering. Crawling to her side, he looked down upon her face, concerned and worried as to what had happened to her. Her eyes were closed, but she was still conscious. She still glowed, the heat still there, but that mattered not to him. Reaching for her, he groaned out in pain, as contact with her, burned him again. This time, not as bad as the first. Gathering her up into his arms, he held her close, she shivered.

“Arlo, speak to me, meleth. Please.”he pleaded softly. “Say anything.” he begged.

She opened her eyes weakly, “Hal-Haldir. Wh-what ha-happ-ened?” she stammered out.

“I know not. Are you hurt?” he asked looking into her eyes.

“N-no. I-I am on fire, b-but y-yet I am ca-ca-cold.” she closed her eyes.

“Shhh. Stay with me, sweetling. Do not sleep,” he watched as her eyes closed, noticing that the heat was cooling a little at a time. He reached with his uninjured hand and brushed a lock of hair from her face. Her skin was warm, beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. He pulled her closer and placed a gentle kiss to her cheek. He looked around, knowing he needed to get help. But he did not want to leave her. Feeling the urgency to get someone to come. In the distance, he cold hear the sound of hoof beats upon the ground. Someone was coming. Hope filled his heart. “Somone, Please help!” he called out.

Arlothiyenne's eyes opened slightly. “Hold me tighter, Haldir.” she said in a whisper. He tightened his arms about her. She clutched his tunic holding on for all it was worth. Rocking her softly, he watched the treeline, near the path. His eyes drifted from treeline to Arlo the whole time. His heart quickened when he looked upon her again, and found her unconscious.

“Arlo? Arlo?” he said worried. She had passed out. “No, no, no! Arlothiyenne, wake up. Please, meleth nin, wake up!” His gaze shot to the tree line, within moments there came three horses and riders. Lord Celeborn and his brothers.

N/A: Sorry so long, but this chapter is very important. Many things had to go on. Hope you liked.

Next up.....Chapter Six: Celeborn to the Rescue, Arrival to Caras Galadhon, Transformation, Powerful predictions

Pronounciations:
Arinel: (Ar-ee-nel)
Lucinda: (Lu-sen-dah)
Arlothiyenne: (Ar-low-thee-yen)
Tinnol: (Ten-nole)
Dalari: (Day-Lar-ee)
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