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LOTR: The Archer 2
Arasinya entered the room, silent as her namesake, and waited for her Lady to acknowledge her. Asëawen sat at her loom, her raven black hair hanging down her back and glittering in the torch light. Her long, dexterous fingers danced over the threads as she hummed a soft tune. Asëawen's delicately beautiful face wore an expression of peace that Arasinya had come to associate with weaving.
"Come, sit beside me, child." Asëawen said, not looking away from her loom.
Arasinya took a seat next to the Queen and studied the tapestry she was weaving. A scene of hunting in the forest was slowly taking shape.
"I have a task for you, dear one. Lady Árëalata and her niece should be arriving at the boarders of our land shortly. The forest has grown dangerous of late and I worry, no doubt needlessly, for my friends. I would have you meet them and guide them here."
Arasinya nodded, "It would be my honor, Lady. Where do they come from and how will I know them?"
"The come from I
LOTR: The Rider 4
"Mae govannen." Well met. Liafael stuttered, struggling to dredge what little elvish she knew from her still foggy mind. "Im Liafael in Dunedain." I am Liafael of the Dunedain.
"Mae govannen." The elf responded, his kind smile quickly putting Liafael at ease. "Man mathach?" How do you feel?
Liafael frowned, looking down at her hands and finding them surprisingly pale. "I am... confused." She said, forgetting to attempt elvish.
The elf looked concerned and moved closer to her, being careful to keep a respectful distance from the distressed girl.
"What do you remember?" His speech was slow; he clearly had as much practice speaking the common tongue as Liafael had speaking elvish.
"Goblins." She answered softly; finally allowing the memories of what she assumed was the night before, to come to the surface. "We - my parents and I - were camping, sleeping, and they came upon us in the dark. They told me to run, to flee to the forest..." She touched her leg gi
LOTR: The Archer
Arasinya stood on the shore, watching the ship that carried her parents into the West slowly disappear from view.
"You have seen the Sea now, Arasinya, heard the cry of the gulls. Does your heart long for Valinor?" Asëawen asked, putting a slender hand on the young elf's shoulder.
"No, my Lady." Arasinya responded. "I feel a stirring in my heart, a gentle whisper that I fear will one day become an undeniable call, but for now, my heart and soul belongs to Middle Earth. Long may I wander under the trees of the Greenwood in joy and contentment." Arasinya drew her gaze from the Sea and looked up at her Queen. A look of longing filled her Lady's eyes and Arasinya felt a pang of sorrow and pity for Asëawen. "My Lady, I can see the pain you are in. If I may ask, why do you linger here?"
Asëawen looked down at the young girl with a kind smile that was mingled with sadness. "I stay out of love." A small laugh bubbled from her lips. "Stubbornness and perhaps fear. My husban
LOTR: The Huntress 6
Neurion rushed to her side, afraid that he had lost his best friend and his student in a matter of moments.
"Faelwen?" He asked softly, unsure of how injured she was.
"Neurion." She responded hoarsely, struggling to sit up and wincing at the pain in her ribs.
"My Lady, do not move so suddenly." Neurion tried to put a hand on her shoulder but she shrugged his hand away and stood shakily. She wavered and Neurion grabbed her arm to keep her from falling. "Please, my Lady; we do not know how injured you are..."
Faelwen smiled sadly at Neurion and looked around, the battle was all but over and healers were moving among the wounded, searching for those they could save. Faelwen sighed and removed her helmet, throwing it to the ground and turning toward her father's corpse. "Neurion... I can't..." She shook her head, looking away from Ovorion's body.
"You do not have to." He responded, moving to block her view and turning his back on the body. "My Lady, you must listen to me. Your father was o
LOTR: The Rider 3
She sat there; her strength gone, her will to survive slowly crumbling into despair as she listened for any sign of approaching death. The forest was eerily quiet, there was no noise from insect or animal and even the wind seemed unable to move the leaves to sound. At the edge of hearing, she could almost make out the sounds of heavy, cruel feet crashing through the underbrush. Her muddled mind reaching for the sound that she wasn't even sure was there, making her heart race and her breathing coming in ragged gasps. She felt her head swimming and her vision started to darken at the edges, a fuzzy grey as she struggled to fill her lungs while panic took hold. She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging tightly as tears burned tracks down her face and the darkness consumed her.
A soft voice reached her as she floated in darkness, whispering words in a tongue she only half recognized. Be calm, breathe, you are safe now. Was it elvish? The words seemed gentle in her mind, far m
LOTR: The Rider 2
"Liafael, make for the eaves of Lorien!" Tatharil hissed at her daughter.
"I will not leave you!" Liafael said, a long dagger clutched in her steady hand.
The goblins rushed toward the family, their harsh cries filling the night as more arrows flew through the air.
"This is not the time to argue! Go!" Thurinon said.
"Now!" He yelled.
"We will follow you." Tatharil said, gently pushing her daughter toward the trees.
With a last, defiant glance, Liafael fled, skillfully avoiding the swings of goblin swords as she sped through the grass. She hissed when an arrow sunk deep into her thigh and she stumbled to the ground. She grimaced and pulled the arrow out of her leg, looking back toward her parents to see a few of the goblins heading toward her with their wicked blades in hand. She scrambled to her feet and raced toward the trees, trying to ignore the pain in her leg. She felt tears welling behind her eyes as the trees came closer, her lungs burned and her heart pounded as s
LOTR: The Huntress 5
The Siege of Barad-dûr raged on, with the Army of the Alliance camped at the base of the tower, constantly bombarded with missiles from above and attacked by troops pouring from within. In the sixth year of the Siege, Faelwen and Neurion battled orcs at the entrance of the tower. The day had started with a surprise surge from within and it was now past midday and the battle showed no sign of stopping. She was so intent on her foes that Faelwen didn't notice as her father cut a path in her direction, slowly coming closer to where his disguised daughter slashed through orcs with a reckless abandon. Neurion saw his Lord approaching and made his way toward him. He bowed slightly when he reached his Lord, a small smile on his face.
"Neurion, I am pleased to see that your skills have not lessened my old friend."
"My Lord Ovorion, I assure you that it will be many years before my skills lessen." Neurion responded with a laugh.
The battle continued, with Neurion and Orovion fighting side
LOTR: The Rider
The night was unusually warm for the season and Liafael squirmed under her blanket, grumbling at the rock digging into her back. She sat up swiftly and grabbed the rock, throwing it violently toward the eaves of the forest that loomed overhead. She sighed and turned toward the dying embers of the fire and studied her father's shadowy figure across the orange glow. She could see the firelight glinting off his eyes as he watched her with a smile.
"Go to sleep Liafael. You will want to be well rested for tomorrow." Thurinon said, his deep voice was soft in an effort not to wake his wife who was sleeping nearby.
"Why? What happens tomorrow?" Liafael whispered.
"We enter the elven realm of Lothlorien. The borders are near." He nodded to the trees that Liafael had just thrown the rock at.
"Why did we not enter the woods this evening?" Liafael asked, looking warily toward the woods.
"It is safer to enter the Golden Wood in the light." he answered with a small smile. "The days are darkening an
LOTR: The Huntress 4
Faelwen's prediction had been correct; the Army of the Alliance was too diminished to break Barad-dûr. Instead, the Alliance laid siege to the fortress that would last seven years. In the third year of the Siege Faelwen's last brother, Beinion, was struck by a poisoned arrow shot from the walls of the Dark Tower.
"My Lady..." Neurion entered her small campsite with his usual stealth.
Faelwen was nursing a small wound on her arm and she smiled at her teacher as he sat beside her. "I was not careful today Neurion, I was struck in the arm by a flaming rock." She said, showing her arm to him.
"I am sorry Faelwen." He said, examining the burn. "It does not look serious."
"No, simply embarrassing." She said, turning her full attention to the elf. "What news from the main camp? I am finally beginning to get used to hearing news of my father and brother's exploits secondhand." She laughed slightly, not noticing the grim look on Neurion's face.
"Faelwen..." Neurion's voice faltered as he s
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