Hi na-Udún...

[estelarana]

Two days earlier...

I had been tracking a small group of Orcs, about twenty in all. I sneaked up on them on the border of Lorien and attacked after having followed them for a week. Unfortunately, there were five others I did not know of until it was too late. These others were archers who hid in the foliage as the rest of their group trekked through the forest. Their arrows were riddled with evil poisons, some of these unknown to the races of men, elves, and dwarves. As I fought, I was able to take down ten of the orcs...and then the first arrow hit. It buried itself in my left shoulder, and unknowing of the toxins that would soon spread through my veins, I snapped off the shaft but left the tip still inside my arm, thinking I could bandage it later. I took down seven more orcs, and then I was hit with two more arrows, this time in my right leg and my right forearm. I thanked Eru for their innaccuracy and felled the last three orcs, then launched myself on the archers, soon having their bodies lying on the forest floor with their heads cut cleanly off their shoulders. Then the poisons began to work.

"Im na-laiva," I whispered hoarsely, dragging myself on the ground, clawing at the earth in a frenzy. My tunic was shredded and blood trickled from my arms and legs; I was too weak to remove the arrows that protruded from my limbs, tearing at my sinews every time I moved and digging into the leafy soil. "Help nin, ni-" The words died on my cracked lips. I tried to shout, but it was more of a croak, coming from parched lips that had already thrown up most of my stomach's contents. I tried to yell again, feverishly switching from the Elvish to the Common Tongue, "Im na-beleth...Nin na fírina...Help nin!"

The poison clouded my mind, making me claw the soil even more frantically, but now I was getting nowhere. My bloodshot eyes dimly saw a shadow of a being in the distance. I summoned all the strength that was left in my fevered veins and screamed at the top of my lungs, "Nin na fírina!" I thought I saw the silhouette of a male elf..."Aranas?" I whispered weakly. Then as his face drew closer spots danced in front of my eyes and I pleaded, "Yána..." My head fell to the ground and the sky turned black. Nin na fírina, I thought as the darkness took me. Hi na-Udún...

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Translation:
Im na-beleth-I am dying
Im na-laiva-I am ill
nin, ni-me, I
Nin na fírina-I am dead
Aranas-name of deceased lover
Hi na-Udún-This is hell
Yána-Sanctuary

[haldir]

((OOC: Sorry it's taken me awhile :)

"i can, Novil." [the call,Novil]

Upon a simple felt Novil and Haldir casually surveyed the surrounding forest. Novil cupped his hands to his mouth and let out a loud bird like call. An imitation soon rang out from the east followed by another from the north of them. A different call came from the south. Nothing was heard from the west. They exchanged a glance then quickly climbed down the tree. Rays from the afternoon sun streaming through the canopy of leaves fell upon the two as they swiftly ran southeast. The call from the south was that of a warning. Orcs had been spotted in the forest.

As they neared the location of the warning they slowed down. Finally stopping as the call rang out, yet softly this time from above them. Looking up they where greeted by the warm face of Orophin before he turned away and a ladder replaced him. They swiftly climbing up into the felt bring the ladder up after them. Telsoronion hung back keeping watch through the leaves to the west.

"Rumil?" Haldir softly asked.

"Sîdh[peace]," was Orophin's only reply as he ran a hand over his bow as if it was some lover. His eyes off in another place, or time.

Haldir shook his head and sat upon the wooden floor, moving his sword out of the way and his bow by his side. Novil had walked over to converse with Telsoronion, then came over to sit by Haldir likewise.

"The yrcks were found mostly dead. Those alive too wounded to fight well. Rumil, Orokhelekion, and Alchilion search the bodies as we speak. What is your command?" Novil looked expectant.

Haldir looked up to see all eyes on him. He swiftly stood weapons in hand. Kicking the ladder down he gestured toward Orophin.

"Lead the way muindo[brother]," he mockingly bowed with a sweep of his hand.

Orophin gave him a quick smile, but Haldir saw the laughter in his eyes, before he landed lightly on the forest floor. The others quickly followed suit, resettling their weapons. Reading the bright trails of disturbed ground, and eventually droplets of blood, Orophine easily lead the band. After passing a few lonely dead orcs they came to a clearing.

Impressive.. thought Haldir as they looked upon the carnage. Rumil with the two elves in tow where bent over one of the bodies. Hearing foot steps they looked up as one, grim expressions on all three.

"What have you found?" Haldir asked once more taking over.

Rumil handed something to Alchilion, who in turn walked over and handed it to Haldir.

"Tis an elven clothe or I have never seen my 1000th year," he commented in his deep voice. "There are signs of the elf but no body in sight. We have hope that they are alive, but we fear greatly wounded if we have read the markings correctly."

"Hmm...very well," he began throwing out orders. Once organized they went out to sweep the area in pairs in hope of finding the wounded elfling.
It wasn't till night that they founds signs of laborious walkings.
Haldir heard the weak voice before he saw anything as he moved toward a dense clump of branches. Gently pushing them to the side he saw the wounded figure.

"Rumil!" Haldir called, and in an instant he and Alchilion had passed him to examine the unconscious body. After a soft debate between the two they decided it best to move the limp lady. Carefully between the two they supported her and falling in behind the others they quickly left for the safer grounds of a livable felt. This one made more like a one room house, but enough to live in for a few days if need be.

It took Rumil and Alchilion together neigh on two hours to get the poisons out of her system. A fate excruciatingly tiresome though they tried to hide it. After Rumil felt they had done all they could he wearily got up, and leaving the lady under the watchful eyes of Alchilion, went to confer with Haldir.

"Poisoned arrows," he stated before Haldir could speak. With a deep sigh he sat continuing, " We'll have to stay here for at least two days. I hope to see her awaken tonight. Either way it will be some time before she's fully fit. Pointless to drag her on when we can just wait."

Haldir smiled at the tone in Rumil's voice. They all sorely missed the comfort of their own felts and loved ones. They had been out nearly three months protecting the forests from droves of evil filth.

"Ah muindo[brother] of mine! We have only been gone a few days," he clasps Rumil on the should. "Your wisdom speaks to me, and we shall stay for the time being. You need sleep young one," he teased but meaning what he said. The strain of healing clear in his pallid complexion, the glitter in his eyes dimmed. "Go get some rest. If she wakes you will be awoken."

Rumil tiredly nodded and without a word got up and lied down out of the way, falling asleep instantly.

Through the night the others took turns standing vivil and guard, but it was not to be that night, her awaking.

Haldir standing guard in the early morn stood peacefully watching the golden sun rise to meet the new day.


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[estelarana]

((Excelente! Bravo! *Applauds* ))

I tossed and turned in my feverish dreams, trying desperately to hold onto a thread of comfort that no longer existed...

"Aranas! Come back, please, don't leave me here!" I was burning, stuck inside a small house with a pile of logs blocking the exit. The smoke filled my lungs, and I fell on the ground choking; my eyes were blurred with tears so I couldn't see where I was going.

I crawled on all fours, trying to find another way out. "There's a back window," I realized. I knew this house like the back of my hand, even though I had never seen it before. I ran my hands on the wall until I found the window latch, and desperately tugged it open. I stuck my head outside, gulping in the sweet air. Then I started to climb out the window, but Aranas appeared in front of it, pushing me back in.

"Aranas! What are you doing?" I held out my weak arms, trying to caress the face of the one I loved. "Why are my arms so heavy?" I asked, frustrated. The elf looked into my eyes with pity, then disappeared. I gasped in pain; my body was truly on fire. I felt like some invisible being was ripping me apart. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out.

The window slammed shut in my face and I could not bring my fist up to shatter the glass; it dropped to my side like lead. Unwillingly, I crumpled in a heap on the floor, like a ragdoll that its owner has carelessly tossed aside. I writhed in pain as the poison was extracted from my body.

Wait, poison?

It was then that I looked down at my arms and legs and saw the bandages.

I jerked awake to see the sun rising from a little hut. I head flopped back down on the pillow, and I lay still without protest. I watched an elf standing quietly at the window, watching the sun as well. I guess he was my rescuer, I thought.

My body was still very weak from the ravages of the poison; I barely had strength to speak. "Hanta," I croaked. I felt safe, for the moment. "Man na-cin?" I whispered. Then my eyes filled with distrust. "Nin crist?" I half-questioned, half-demanded . . . even though I knew it was completely ridiculous and haughty for me to make demands, especially in my weakened and helpless state.


Translation:

Hanta-Thanks
Man na-cin?-Who are you?
Nin crist?-My sword?

[haldir]

As the night slowly gave birth to a new day Haldir took a deep breath of air. Peacefully letting it out he basked in the drought of nature. One was yet to capture such serenity in a cup.
Even so, he thought to himself, it would never compare to the real thing.
Smiling, a tension unknown to himself melted away like a river of ice.
Hearing someone stir behind him Haldir, drunk from the sight before him, turned quite slow, that rare sparkling smile still on his face.
From that far off place he saw the wounded lady came back to the living. Watching as she fought her body to get up he did not come out of his own stupor till she tried to speak, drawing him in.

Placing a finger to his lips he walked over and knelt down. With a smooth motion he removed a water skin from his belt and placed it at his side. Taking her limp form he helped her to sit up using his arm as a rest. With his free hand he offered her the water placing the skin on her lower lip. Only then did he talk, in a soft deep whisper.

"Le na vellyn,brinnel[you are with friends, lady]. Eneth nîn Haldir of Lorien.[My name is Haldir of Lorien.]," sighing he shook his head. "We saw not of your sword lady. I fear it was too dark and our minds were on the health of you not metal, "He paused to see how she took this then continued. "If it let your mind rest at ease, I will send two tawarwaith in search of it," he looked up remembering his promise to Rumil. Not wanting to leave the lady he looked about himself and smiled as his eyes landed on an acorn.

Picking the acorn up he palmed it looking at Rumil's sleeping form. With a sharp flick Haldir sent it flying at his target. At the last minute Rumil's arm shot up his hand clasped lightly around the acorn.
"Nae![Alas!]" he mumbles sitting up. If he had more to say he thought better of it as his gaze turned to Haldir and the lady. He got up much happier and after claiming a sack that lay next to him he came over to study his patients eyes. Seeing no trace of a glazed look a smile cracked his face.
"Galir aur![Happy morning]" he proclaimed.

[estelarana]

The cool water rushed down Sodri's dry throat, slaking her thirst. She relaxed at the elves' kind voices. "Eneth nîn Estel i Sodriel," she said, in a voice not quite as sickly as a mintue before. "Sa na-en teréva arinya é...e vanima ré ana cuio-coina." Sodri was fluent in both the Quenya and Sindarin tongues, and spoke in such a way that she was constantly switching between the two.

From her sitting position, Sodriel took a better look at her surroundings. Even though the felt they were in was small and modest, the sunlight streaming through the makeshift windows and the morning birds singing in the trees was like a drug, bringing a mixture of hope and wonder to the one who beheld the forest's beauty. Sodri reveled in the momentary silence, savoring the rays of the rising sun. She noticed she had been put in a clean, lavender-colored tunic. She opened her mouth to ask where they had found such an article of clothing (women's, no doubt), but quickly thought better of it.

Sodri felt as if some of her strength was returning to her; she sat up a little straighter and spoke again, "Haldir-o Lorien, quen-le? Tyár-cin sinte-eva Híril Galadriel?"


Translation:

Eneth nîn Estel i Sodriel-My name is Estel i Sodriel
Sa na-en teréva arinya é...e vanima ré ana cuio-coina-It is a fine morning indeed...a great day to be alive
Haldir-o Lorien, quen-le?-Haldir of Lorien, you said?
Tyár-cin sinte-eva Híril Galadriel?-Do you know of Lady Galadriel?

((Sorry for the embarassingly short post; it is past midnight here and I am to get up in a couple of hours....Ugh, I need to fix my avatar....))

[haldir]

((My sin dictionary has been acting up so no elvish today ))

"When in bad times everyday is worth being alive.. to witness.."
he fell silent watching the lady as she took in their surroundings.

Feeling Estel shift to take on more of her weight, he slowly took his supporting arm away. Leaving it just close enough to catch her if her strength should fail he sat back on his heels.

"Haldir-o Lorien, quen-le? Tyár-cin sinte-eva Híril Galadriel?" the lady spoke. He was glad to hear the water had helped, for as she spoke her voice was softer, less cutting in it's ruffness.

Haldir turned to look at the lady, his arms folded casually across his knees. His left eyebrow twitched up before returning to it's previous possision.

"I am a marchwarden of the the Galadhrim of Eriador, ruled by the Lady of Light along side the Lord Celeborn. Is this the lady of which you speak Estel i Sodriel?" he stated this all in a quiet voice empty of boast or vanity, but the joke was plain as day. Made even more so by the arch of that left eyebrow and the twinkle in his eyes.


((Yeah it's short as all, sorry the muse has taken it's vacation me thinks))