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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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Chapter Seven: Revealing Transformations and The First Lesson

Reveries...

Arlothiyenne began to stir, to her she had only slept for moments, but to those who watched over her, it had been many days of watching and waiting. Haldir being the one that had done so the most, but now he was not there. During her reveries, she was visited by images of her past, the things she had learned, people she had met. But one person came through the most. Haldir. She stirred some more and her eyes fought to open.

Gandalf, she knew and in her mind's eyes and had been there, was in constant counsel with the the Lord Elrond, and her nana and ada. She saw the bits and pieces of information on what she was to do. But the purpose was still clouded from her. The one thing that rang true about herself was...For one moment in time, she would be the most powerful person in all of Middle Earth.

She even saw the moment that Haldir could take her sleep no more, and became restless, even tried shaking her awake. Her heart ached, but she could not stop the sleep, she tried. But some memories that she had, that she should not have forgotten was blurred and clouded from her. Like how she got here, what had happened, and how long she had been this way?

In her unconscious mind, she even registered some voices. All familiar talking about how much longer she would sleep. She heard the order given for Haldir and his brothers to return to the borders. Haldir resisted but he complied, but he was assured the second she had awakened, they would be recalled. The idleness of her unconscious state, had caused a stir. And Now it was time to awakened. Her body and mind knew it.

Then her mind had shifted as images played before her..terrible ones. She saw black beings with a stench that filled her nostrils, they skin like leather, their faces, ugly, mutilated. Orcs they were, but these were huge. She looked on as they traveled about the land. Before her she saw the land covered in a thick, dark shadow, laced with sadness and fear. Death smells hung in the air about her. She looked around, and found all things living, now dead. Then it hit her, this was what was to come, it hadn't happened yet. Then the images changed, and she was now suspended in mid air, the land below her desolate, pungent with the smell of sulfur and death. In the distance a great fiery mountain. Mount Doom. A voice called to her and she look to see a great fiery Eye, focusing on her, speaking to her. It moved closer to her, but she could not move. She could feel the heat of it, beginning to burn her, she screamed out in her mind.

Waking Up...

Gandalf sat upon a chair next to her bed, watching. Arlothiyenne began to flip her head from side to side violently as if fighting something. Closing his eyes, he focused in on her, and saw that a vision was causing her distress. He saw the Great Fiery eye and spoke a spell, to break the dream from her. The dream faded like a puff of smoke, and now there was nothing but blackness. Silence reigned in upon the girl's mind.

Opening his eyes, he looked upon Arlothiyenne and waited. She still, but her eyes moved rapidly beneath her lids. Internally he contacted the Lady to tell her about Arlo's waking.

She began to fidget and move struggling to open her eyes. After a moment, her eyes popped wide open and she inhaled a breath, deep as if coming back to life, sitting up quickly as she did. Gandal studied her a moment as she gained her bearings. She stilled, staring blankly ahead, her body motionless, still breathing in the air in sharp breaths. Then she calmed more and turned to look at him. She turned her head to the side, curiously, assessing him. Then her expressions changed to one of recognition and stunned joy.

“Gandalf?” she asked still shocked. She smiled happily. “Gandalf!”

He smiled down at her, and lightly chuckled. “My, Little Dove, How you have grown.” he said still smiling. “How do you feel?”

Little Dove. That was the endearment he coined for her many years ago, he was the only one that ever called her that, and she loved it. Overran with joy, Arlothiyenne came up off the bed and slung herself in to his awaiting embrace. “My old friend. How I missed you!” she said kissing his cheek, and pulling away to look up at him. She looked around her a moment, then felt her body with her hands, as if to see if she was really there. She breathed in fresh air and looked back at him. “I feel-I feel more alive than I ever have.” She assessed herself more, then looked up a little confused. “What exactly happened to me, Gandalf? My eyesight is sharper, my ears-” she listened a moment then continued. “I can hear even clearer than I did. When I touch things,” she touched things around her. “My sense of touch has changed. I sense things with my touch. What happened?” she said looking at her hands then to him.

He chuckled. “Well, your powers have grown, Little Dove, along with your natural senses. What you are feeling now is normal. Had you been able to stay with your people, you would have them all along, but in your absence though still there, they were not as strong. What was the last thing you remember before now?” He asked curiously.

Arlothiyenne thought a moment. Her expression showing the signs of concentration. “The last thing I remember is walking in a glade with Haldir and-” she stopped, the memory flooded her like a valley. Horror crossed her now sharper features. Her mouth dropped open in shock, tears threatened to fall. She looked up at the aging wizard, her hand flying to her mouth, “I- I burned him. I burned Haldir. Oh, Gandalf, I burned him. What have I done?” she was crying at the realization. She hadn't meant to hurt Haldir. Then she was desperate. She grabbed Gandalf's hands in hers, pleaded for an answer. “Is Haldir, alright? How bad was it?”

He tightened his hand around hers and squeezed. “Shush now, Little Dove. Haldir is fine. His hand was all that was burned, and is now healed as if nothing ever happened. Do not blame yourself for it, you could not control what happened, and Haldir knows this.”

She sniffled. In heart, she knew that he was right. Haldir was understanding, eventually, but knew that would not hold anything against her that she could not control. She looked up at him. “You are right. But where is he? I would like to tell him I am sorry.” she said her guilt still ringing through her.

Gandalf was about to answer when the door to the talan opened and in came her family. All with looks of relief on their faces. Galadriel sat on the beside opposite of Gandalf, and Celeborn behind his beloved. Arwen and Elrond stood at the foot of the bed. They all stared at her. Arlo felt a little insecure about it, and wondered why they stared at her so.

“Is there something wrong with how I look? You all seem to look at me as though I have two heads.” she said, her gaze shifting between the four. They all smiled.

Arwen sat on the end of the bed and patted her foot. “Tis nothing, my dear aunt. You just look beautiful is all. How fare you?” she asked sweetly.

“I am fine. Well, more than fine, I feel energized. But why is everyone staring at me like this?” she asked curious. “Where are Elladan and Elrohir?” she asked looking to Elrond.

“They have gone to get Haldir and his brothers. They will be back before nightfall.” Erlond said, his voice strong and booming.

“Gone to get them? Where has he gone?” she asked looking to her nana and ada.

“We sent them to the borders. Haldir was beside himself while you slept and grew restless. We thought that if they return to their duties it would help.” Celeborn said taking her hand.

“Oh, alright. But that still does not explain why you are all looking at me so strangely.” She said still seeing the same look upon their faces.

“Arlothiyenne,” Arwen said but was stopped with Galadriel spoke.

“My daughter, the awakening of your powers have caused a transformation in you. We all see it. Fear not, for it is only temporary.” She said taking her daughters hand and squeezing it.

Arlothiyenne felt a slight panic. A transformation? Inside her heart nearly broke. She liked the way she looked. Her dark tresses and eyes, made her unique. Did she have horns? Was she ugly? She looked at them sadly. “What do I look like? Do I have a bigger nose? Am I really ugly?” she asked insecurely.

Arwen laughed out right while the others smiled. “No silly nilly, you are more beautiful than ever! Here look at this.” she softly commanded, went to the small dresser and retrieved the hand mirror from it. Walking back over to the bedside she held it out for Arlothiyenne to take.

Fear and curiosity was in Arlothiyenne to see what happened. Before she took it she prepared herself for what she would see, but hesitated. She looked at her nana and ada. “How bad is it really? I am afraid to look.” she told them.

Gandalf sat forward. “Little Dove, it is not bad at all, but noticeable. Your features are sharper, more beautiful. There is a glow in you, that causes your skin to shine. Your hair is different, but that is all. Not so bad at all. Like we told you, it is only temporary.”

Arlothiyenne took a breath, closed her eyes, and then held the mirror up. She opened one eye, then the other and stared at the image before her. She did not know how to feel, she was changed indeed.

Her hair which had been dark, was now the color of honey, with strands of fair blond and bits of auburn. Curly where it had been straight before and only slightly wavy, it was even longer now. Her facial features where now sharper, not rounded slightly as it had been. Her skin which had been pale pink was now almost like alabaster. Her eyes, oh gods, her eyes were more changed than they once were. Instead of dark, they were a light chocolate brown with hints of auburn in them. She looked at her adopted parents, stricken with disappointment.
Celeborn knew in his heart his daughter, loved the uniqueness of herself, was upset. He spoke to her. “My daughter, why so upset? You are even more beautiful than before.”

A tear formed. “I am not unique anymore, like I once was. Now I look almost like everyone else.” she threw down the mirror and crossed her arms, hurt and confused why this had happened to her. “Why did the valar feel the need to change me?”

Gandalf moved closer to the bed. All those in the room with him felt her pain, but still thought her beautiful. “Little Dove, you are still unique. Far from ordinary. You are beautiful the way you are. The light within you shines brighter than any I this room, your features though changed, are nothing like the elves had seen. It sets you apart. Do not be hurt, nor angry. The Valar works mysteriously, and has set you apart from all others.”

Strangely, what he said and the assurance from her family made her see that he was right. She was still different, but also still the same. Her face was still pretty, her hair, possibly would grow on her. She sniffled and wiped away the tear, and smiled. Her nana and Arwen smiled warmly at her. Elrond and her ada only stared at her lovingly. She knew it was alright.

“Well, I think it will grown on me. Since it is only temporary, I would just have to deal with it.” she said accepting it.

A knock at the door sounded. Dread mixed with fear and sadness loomed in that moments. She looked at the door, almost knowing what was going to happen. Celeborn got up and went to the door. Galadriel must have felt the feelings as well, and grabbed Arlothiyenne's hand.

The elf on the other side of the door, spoke in hushed tones. Celeborn looked back and then shut the door.

Galadriel, Elrond and Arlothiyenne closed their eyes to watch the meeting with the Lord and messenger, their ears in tuned to what was being said.

Celeborn looked at the messenger, his eyes showing concern for what was being said.

“My Lord, there has been an attack on the border,” the messenger began.

“How many in the attack party?' Celeborn asked, his face showing anger that such a thing happened.

“A thousand. The wardens fought gallantly, the enemy was destroyed, save one. He has been captured for questioning and is being held until tomorrow morning.” the messenger answered him.

“How many of my wardens were injured?” Celeborn asked bracing himself.

“A Hundred and fifty, my lord. They are being stabilized for transport here by morning. Many were not that bad of injuries and a few are gravely so. I knew you would order it, my lord, so I took liberty on seeing to the healers.” the Messenger told him.

Celeborn reached out and patted the elf on the shoulder, grief and worry now written on his fair face. “What of my grandsons?” he asked looking at the elf.

“They arrived just after the last orc was killed. They thought it best to help the healers there ready the transport.” He said.

Celeborn shook his head. “Aye that is well. This orc, why would they feel the need to bring him here for questioning?” Celeborn said, his fingertips on his bottom lip in thought.

“The Wardens felt to do so. This one is unlike they have ever seen or fought before. He seems different in a way that no one could describe. They thought it best.” The warden told him. “What are you orders, my lord?”

“Bring the abomination to the dungeons.” Celeborn replied and turned to re-enter the talan. He looked back and saw the elf had not moved, but his eyes filled with worry and fear. Celeborn turned. “Yes, what is it?” he asked.

“My Lord, among the wounded are Haldir and his brothers. Haldir is gravely injured and his brothers badly. Healers see no hope in Haldir's condition, my lord.” The elf said on the verge of tears.

Celeborn shuddered. “Worry not, Haldir will pull through.”

The door to the talan opened, Elrond and Lady Galadriel broke their connection with Arlothiyenne.

“Celeborn, when the beast is brought here, I intend on speaking with him when you do. I feel he holds something in him.” She told him. Her statement holding no means to debate. She looked down at Arlothiyenne, who was still entranced.

Elrond and Gandalf stood fast and alert. Something was happening. They all three felt it, her pain, her worry, and yes, her anger.

Arlothiyenne stayed in her state of concentration. Her mind reached out in the distance to find what she sought. Answers. She found Rumil and Orophin, in the healing talan, not the one she had been in, but the other. Both were being looked after by healers having their wounds assessed. Both would live, but their healing would be slow. Haldir was not with them, where could he be. She sought him, with her mind eye, she felt him, but could not recognized where he was. His auras were fading fast. At last she found him, in the talan she had been placed many days before. Upon the bed, he lay still, unmoving, his breathing far too shallow. Death was beginning to shadow him. His aura weakening.

She called out to him. He did not respond. Her metaphysical self reached out for him, bending low she whispered in his ears. “Haldir. Can you hear me? Can you feel me?' she asked as she caressed his cheek with her hand. Haldir moved only slightly. His head jerked a little, but not enough. She yelled in his ear. “HALDIR. You cannot die, you must live. For ME!”

Haldir jerked one hard time, his eyes popped open, his breathing raised. His chest rose and fell hard. He called her name. “Arlothiyenne!”

She smiled within herself knowing she had called him back, but for how long. She had never done this before. She looked on as he calmed and his eyes closed again. But his breathing was more normal. Pain he was in, but still closer to life, than the death he was about to reach.

Her connection broke, she opened her eyes, and sighed a relief. “Haldir still lives. I reminded him why he needs to live. I hope it will sustain him until he can reach the city.” She felt a wave of relief, but uncertainty shadowed it. Deep withing her, she felt the surge of energy, beckoning to come out to be used. She knew, she would be needed.

Elrond stepped forward slightly and announced. “I will go and help the healers prepare for the wounded. Arwen will you assist me?” he asked her.

“Yes, Ada, I will.” she stood and walked from the talan.

“I will go to my mirror. Gandalf will you come with me?” she asked. Celeborn did not move, he stayed behind to be with Arlothiyenne.

Gandalf did not answer. Stood and bent to kiss Arlothiyenne on the forehead. “Little Dove, I will see you later.” he led the lady from the talan. The sun outside was sinking low in the sky. Arlothiyenne could feel it.
All was gone now, leaving the Lord with his adopted daughter. Arlothiyenne began to feel helpless, lying there in the bed. Her heart heavy on all that she had learned. She was growing tired again. Tomorrow she would be needed.

Celeborn sensing her feelings, moved closer to her side and rested his back against the head board. He pulled her closer to hold her. Arlo cried silent tears as he stroked her hair and shushed away her worries. “Do not cry sweetling. Things will be well. No harm will come to you or those you love.” he told her in a whisper.

She laid there against him, taking his long pale blond hair in her fingers, twisting it around her own. “Ada, why me? Why I am I the one the Valar chose for this?' she asked him quietly.

Celeborn knew Arlothiyenne did not know the full truth of what she was or how she had been chosen. It was a closely guarded secret. It was something the Valar would chose to reveal, in the right moment of time. He and his wife barely knew of what all was to become of their beloved adopted daughter. But one thing for sure, her task would be great. He spoke the words he could only muster at the moment. “The Valar works mysteriously. They know your strength and purity. They know you are a strong person with a great ability to love and feel. It is only a guessing, but they I believe feel you to be the best candidate for this great task ahead of you. In time you will know the full power of what they want done. Right now you must open yourself to prepare for what they want you to do.”

This did not comfort her, she felt uneasy, uncertain. The feeling of the looming shadow and evil swelled inside her. She began to tear up again, then turned to sobbing. “Ada, I do not know what I would do if anything happened to any of you. Haldir included. For years of my separation, and for what purpose is still not fully known to me. I am frightened that I cannot do what they will ask of me.” she said wholeheartedly.

He felt her uncertainty, her pain, and the heavy burden of her heart. No youngling should ever have to do this sort of thing. But the Valar had chosen her for this. He was unsure of how to help her. He looked down at her, her eyes meeting his, the worry, the pain shining through. He rested his cheek on the top of her head. He said the only thing he could, and in the only way he could. “You can, and will do this task. Whatever it is, and you will do it nobly, and with courage. After all you are my daughter now, and have the blood of many nobles within you. Deep inside you is the courage that will help you overcome your obstacles and do it well. It is the nature of our family to face greatness. This chapter, this part is only one in many that you will accomplish in your life. Your destiny is for greatness and great purpose. Feel blessed, the Valar has chosen you for this.” he kissed her forehead as she snuggled closer to him. “I believe in you, your nana believes in you. All of us do, including Haldir. After all, none of us did once you were lost to us. Now, dry the tears, and worry not. You are a picture of beauty, strength, and goodness. All qualities befitting a princess.”

She looked at him, kissed his cheek. Feeling good to be near him after all this time. “I promise, I will try and do my best. For you.” she said sweetly.

He looked down at her and smiled. Nonchalantly he spoke. “Just remember, my dear little Arlo, that the Vala are wise, and would never give a task to someone they feel could not pass the tests.” he assured her.

He sat there and rubbed her back assuring her he was still there. In a voice that spoke of her tiredness, she spoke, “I love you, ada. I shall not think low of myself again.” Then she fell silent. He kissed the top of her head.

Once he knew she was asleep, he said to her in a whisper. “Rest well my child, for tomorrow your training begins.”

So it begins.....

The morning came, Arlothiyenne arose to two handmaidens knocking on the door. They helped her dress and offered her food, but she refused it. Her nerves worked on her stomach fiercely causing her to be nauseous. They informed her that injured began arriving before dawn, but so far it was minor injuries. The healing tents, the elves began setting up near the gates the evening before and were ready to receive their patients.

By the time Arlothiyenne arrived, the worst of injured began arriving. The lines of litters along the side of the road, the smell of death and blood became pungent to her nose. Nausea hit her again, this time, she heaved as though she would vomit. She could hear the cries of the injured and the dying. Boiling pots were going with clothes in them for sterilizing. The women of the city ran around fetching fresh linens, bandages and water.

Healers, including both her nana and ada, were frantically going from elf to elf looking at wounds assessing which was worse and needed more care. Watching everyone move, made her dizzy almost. Such a scene to see on such a beautiful day.

Her eyes scanned the injured, looking for Haldir and his brothers, but there was no sign of them. She felt a looming presence in the air, one that was dark, shadowed and quite powerful. It smelt of fear, anguish, and death. It was Evil. This feeling made her even more sick to her stomach. She looked to the gates, a band of ten elves walked through, heavily armed, all holding a creature by chains. The captured orc! Beriadan called out orders as to where to take the prisoner to the dungeons and chain him up, muzzle his mouth. This creature, reeked of difference than any other Orc she had seen before. An evil illuminated from him, that made him stand out. The sense she got from him, was he was some kind of seer to the Orcs. Mesmerized by this power coming from him, she stepped closer and closer, but stopped. The orc caught sight of her.

When it spoke, it seemed the whole forest fell silent, all standing around listening to it. It stared her down. It snarled and growled. 'Child of Light.' it started, its voice booming, rough, ragged. 'You will die before then end, if you do not follow HIM. He knows who you are, what you are, he will stop at nothing until he destroys you!' His last statement earned him a lashing which his captors gave forcefully. His warning forced Arlothiyenne to feel faint and she would have hit the ground had she not been caught around the waist. She looked up through her faintness, and saw Elrond's face. Her father was not far behind him staring at the beast. It called to her again. “You child of Light, cannot hide from him, you will perish, should you refuse.” The statement barely finished before the elves holding him began beating him as they led him to a stone building at the edge of the forest.

The faintness left, and the feeling of evil quickly turned to rage. The fire deep within her began to fuel and burn inside. The evil it held, caused her to have the urge to kill. And that urge was pointed to him. She wanted it dead. It harmed her people, nearly killed three she loved. The anger was rising in her. She stood upright, then she struggled to get lose of Elrond's grip, her father was trying to soothe her, but it was not working. She wanted vengeance, wanted it dead. It said that HE wanted her, if she would not join, she would die. Who does this HE think HE is? She struggled more wanting to go forward, but was stopped. Elrond's voiced boomed inside her head. She stopped struggling and looked at him. “Arlothiyenne! Stop child, you will have your chance. Now is not the time. We have work to do! Come child!” he commanded her. She knew he was right. The look he gave her began to calm her. He removed his hands from her arm and she straightened up. He pulled her into an embrace to calm her, then began to guide her to the litters.

Arlothiyenne began helping in the bandaging of wounds and the stitching of cuts. Off duty wardens were commissioned to help in moving patients to the healing tents, and helping to move more grave injured to the surgical tents for preparations. Arlo worked tirelessly to help as much as she could. She worked diligently beside The Lady, Lord Celeborn and Lord Elrond, while Gandalf went about assessing the wounds and offering comfort to the injured. Reports came in that the second and last wave of injured were still less than a half an hour away.

In the middle of helping one soldier, Arlothiyenne began to feel a surge of heat running down the entire length of her arms to the tips of her fingers. Producing a soft glow and a tingle there. She stared at her hands and examined the glow about them. Elrond who was at the patient next to the one she just finished, saw her hands and called to her. Looking up, Arlo felt as if she was in some sort of trance, everything about her seemed to be slowing down. Looking at him, she saw his motioning to come over and help him. Standing, she made her way and sat next to the elf's wife, who sat there sobbing and begging him not to die. Arlothiyenne looked at her, compassion overcame her and she reached out and touched the woman on the arm. “Fear not.” she told the woman, who looked up, tears staining her cheeks and a calm expression passed her features.

Arlothiyenne stared down at the elf before her and saw the wounds. Deep gashes and cuts covered the entire portion of his torso. Evidence that this elf had fought one on one in a sword fight against the enemy. Arlo felt the anger of what the creatures had done to her people. She saw the pain in his eyes, and felt it in her soul as he lay there delirious and feverish. He was sweating from his brow, and thrashing his head from side to side. The heat was burning within her, she felt it calling to come forth, to be used. Her hands began to glow, and for a moment, a slight fear rose up within her. What if she could not help him? The loss would be devastating. His and the life of his love would be lost. Arlothiyenne looked at Elrond who sat there talking.

His lips moved, but no words came forth. It was as if he was muted from her. She looked around and saw her parents and many others standing there, the look of anticipation on their faces. She felt the brush of something against her mind, but it too was muted. She looked back at Elrond who was desperately trying to reach her. She focused on him, and soon all came clear again, but the glow in her hands remained. Only brighter.

“Arlothiyenne! You must listen to me! Drown out all other voices but my own.” he commanded. “Let this be a valuable lesson for you. You must remember it, always!” he said grabbing her hands harshly. “Concentrate! Focus on the wound. Close your eyes!” he told her sternly. Arlothiyenne closed her eyes. “Good. Now Drown out all other sounds but my voice.”

Arlothiyenne tried, but found it harder than she thought. “I cannot my lord.”

He pulled on her hands again, a jerk that caused her to open her eyes. “Yes you can! We do not have much time, he is losing this battle. Close your eyes.” She did as he commanded. A jolt of energy hit her, causing her to shudder. “Arlo, keep your hands above his wound. Never touch a patient fully. Understand that. Never touch a patient. Feel with your mind, hear with your heart. Focus on those.”

Arlothiyenne kept her hands above the elf. Slowly all sounds and voices left her mind. She heard Elrond's deep voice guiding her. “That is it, Little one. Now focus on the elf before you. Listen closely. Do you hear his heart beat?” Arlothiyenne nodded to his question. “Good. Go where it is strongest. That will be the place of most his pain, and his injury. Concentrate on it, feel it!” Arlothiyenne felt the pain strongest toward the center and moved her hands there, careful never to touch him fully. “Now Arlo, move your hands in a circular motion. Do this until you feel the healing burn lessen and lessen.” Arlothiyenne moved her hands in a circle. She felt and heard the tissues began to come together, the heat in her hands lessened more as she did this. Soon she heard the sound of his skin closing, a sound similar to a zip. Then the heat was gone. She opened her eyes slowly, found the elf, though still slightly feverish, was calm, his breathing steady. His eyes opened weakly. He looked up at his wife who was overjoyed. So much so, she embraced Arlo tightly thanking her over and over. The elf's gaze drifted to Arlohthiyenne. He smiled with all the energy he had left.

Arlothiyenne felt fatigued, drained. In this state, she looked upon him. He spoke in a raspy voice. “You are the one we saved a couple weeks ago from the plain. The one who glowed even then.” he said in recognition.

Arlothiyenne smiled and nodded. A strand of hair fell in her face. She felt a twinge of pain in her gut, then it moved throughout her body. She reached for his hand and that of his wife. “You will be fine now warden. Rest for you have lost lots of blood.” the two elves thanked her again.

She looked up at Elrond, who smiled at her and resumed working on the other patients. Arwen saw her and came over to her. Arlo feeling weakened a little tried to stand and found herself wobbly at the knees. Arwen helped her to stand. “You need to rest Arlothiyenne.” she said sweetly, full of worry and concern.

“I cannot. There are more that needs me.” Arlothiyenne said trying to gather herself. “Give me a moment, Arwen. I just need a moment is all.” She said taking in a huge breath and holding it. Her eyes closed to help clear it. She felt a little better. She looked to the elf princess. “Alright. I think it best to move onto something I can do without a whole lot of exertion. Bandaging and stitching is good.” Arlothiyenne said without waiting on Arwen to reply. Arwen watched her go and shook her head as she left in the direction she had went.
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