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Re: For the love of Elen
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I walked up the hill towards my home, knowing that it was quite dangerous. Not only to be alone, but it was almost dusk, and it was said that when night fell strange things would happen.
I of course did not believe in these types of things, but I had heard many stories, not from those people who would tell them to scare you, from those who had been around since the beginning.
Quickening my pace I entered into my home just before night fell. I slammed the door shut leaning my head against the door I breathed a sigh of relief.
I was startled when a voice behind me spoke “Do not scream, and turn around slowly”
Frightened, I turned and saw 3 Elves standing in my kitchen. One, whom seemed to be injured, and the others, one with short hair, and the other with long hair, staring at me bows at draw.
I held my hands out showing them that I wasn’t going to try anything. Tossing their bows aside, they quickly uncovered their friend.
Blood was flowing freely from his left thigh, there was also blood coming from his waist, and he kept going in and out of consciousness. His friends seemed very high strung and unsure of what they were doing.
I realized that first and foremost I needed to help, and ask questions later. Shooing the friends away I quickly told them to go get me water from the back well, and to go rummage through my drawers for a few petticoats.
I ripped off the pant leg to right above the wound, and forced the arrow through the back of my “patient’s” leg.
By that time his friends had returned, I tore my petticoat and dipped it into the water, tossing it to the shorthaired elf telling him to put it on the injured elf’s forehead.
The loss of blood was already great enough, I didn’t want much more to be lost, so I quickly placed another wet petticoat on his leg wound and started on his waist.
Tearing a seam in his shirt I discovered that there was a very deep stab wound.
Shocked at how bad it looked, I gasped, the long haired elf put his hand on my shoulder and I continued doctoring him up.
After the bleeding stopped, I used the last of my petticoats to bandage him up. We settled the patient in my bed, and finished cleaning up the mess that had been thrust upon my home.
One of the Elves had made himself at home and had started a pot of tea. For which I was very thankful.
We sat around my table and even though we all were tired, we knew that we had to discuss what had happened.
I started the conversation,
“First of all, what are your names and what are you doing in my home?”
The short haired elf spoke, “I am Feredir”
“And I am Mebedir, when you arrived we had escaped from a skirmish involving Orcs, Uruk Hai, and the Elves. Who are we in the fine company of?”
“I am Elen, One of the Dúnedain”
The Elves looked relieved, and gave each other a knowing look. I of course was curious of why that look was given, but I wasn’t going to ask about it instead I asked,
“Who is that man that is in my bed?”
“That is Legolas Greenleaf, he was caught in the crossfire, it was one of our arrows that shot him, and the Orcs stabbed him with a nasty piece of weaponry they had.
“Thank you for what you did, I know that not every Dúnedain woman would have helped like that. Knowing that we were strangers and all…”
“Don’t worry about it Feredir, I have been alone in these parts for many years, seeing someone who put down their weapons to help out a friend, I knew that I had a chance to escape if things became dangerous.”
Mebedir left the room to go check on Legolas, leaving Feredir and I alone. Seeing that I had a chance to refill my teacup, I arose from the table to do so. While pouring myself some tea Feredir asked, “Do you think that Legolas will make it?”
“It all depends on how he does through the night. I can stay with him all night while you two rest, or dream, whatever you all do.”
Feredir chuckled, “Thank you, we haven’t ‘rested’ for days, and we would enjoy a little break. Where would you like us to sleep?”
I walked to the back pantry and returned with some thin blankets, “I’m sorry but this is all I have.”
“It’ll do, you have done more than your share today, so I am not going to complain.”
Giving him a thankful smile I walked to the back room telling Mebedir of the plan, making myself comfortable in the small chair that sat beside the bed.
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A few hours before Dawn I awoke from a small nap I had been taking.
I watched Legolas as he slept, thankfully his breathing was steady, but still a bit shallow. At moments I had to put my head near his face to make sure he was still breathing, which thankfully he was.
Knowing that I could not return to sleep, I decided to read. On my nightstand was my book of Elven poems that Mother had left me before she had passed
I read my favorite,
A Elbereth Gilthoniel
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered paln-díriel
o galadhremmin ennorath
Fanuilos le linnathon
nef aear, si nef aearon!
I did not realize that I was reading it out loud until the man in my bed begin to weakly translate the first few lines of the poem
O Star-Queen, Star-Kindler
white glittering slants down sparkling like jewels
After he finished our eyes met, and I gave him a smile and asked “How are you feeling?”
“As though I was trampled by an Ent.”
“You should, you were shot in you leg by friendly fire, and stabbed by as your friends said ‘Nasty weaponry’”
Legolas gave a weak chuckle, and began to cough, I quickly got a glass of water, and when he had settled, I sat beside his bed and began reading more Elven Poems to him. And he soon drifted back to sleep.
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