A Maiden of Faith

Katrina woke with a shudder. Her dreams had been nearing nightmarish, but there was always a way to get out of those before they progressed that far. As soon as she ended one another started, more fierce and frightening than the one before it. She scrubbed the sleep out of her eyes and took a look around herself. <br /> <br /> How long had she been out? The heavy fog that rested in the valley was thicker now and it was coming into the cave. Silvery tendrils were reaching out to her bed, which was none to close to the entrance. A chill bit at her nose and a cold froze her bones. Something was not right here, an evil veiled it from the sun...<br /> <br />'Hello, Nenuial.' The dark haired woman that she could remember smiled kindly at her. She had gathered the blood.<br /> <br /> Stiffening, Katrina said nothing. She hugged her arms to herself, what did this woman want?<br /> <br />'I'm Malla,' she pulled the covers up to Katrina's shoulders. Evidently she was also feeling the chill. Her hot fingers accidentally brushed the young woman's face, leaving yet another cold white scar. 'I'm so sorry!' Malla bit the inside of her lip and snatched her hand back. 'Mithita, would you take care of that?'<br /> <br />'Sure.' The young woman clad in grey came around to the other side of the bed. Katrina had felt her placing the cloths on her back again, perhaps redressing the wounds. Mithita ran a cold, wet finger over the scar. It did not vanish, but it began to fade a little.<br /> <br /> Katrina could not help but notice a white scar over her own brow. What had happened to the girl?Then the memory came to her. <br /> <br /> <em>She had heard Your call, oh Lord. She heard Your soft melody. Please, if it be Your will, explain this to me.</em> Katrina thought the prayer, her eyes closed, and mouth moving ever so slightly.<br /> <br /> Mithita saw this, but said nothing. She had done it before, whisper to Iluvatar, ask Him the questions of her soul. No, she would not say a thing, instead she went back to where she was replacing the bandages.<br /> <br /> <em>My daughter, this young woman is like you. She is hurting and seeks My calming touch. Will you deny it to her? She who has done nothing more horrid than yourself? Can she not come to Me as well? Can I not console her?</em> The gentle touch was so comforting and soothing. <br /> <br /> <em>Oh, Lord my God, she needs You so much. Who am I to deny her of Your grace? Let her come to You. Let Your face be known to her...</em> Katrina sighed as His touch caressed her face.<br /> <br /> <em>I already have, child of Mine. She can hear My song, she can hear your silent praise.</em> He vanished then, into the depths of her heart...<br /> <br /> *********<br /> <br /> <em>Who am I?<br /> That the Lord of all the Earth<br /> Would care to know my name<br /> Would care to feel my hurt?<br /> Who am I?<br /> That the Bright and Morning Star<br /> Would choose to light the way<br /> For my ever wandering heart<br /> <br /> <em>Not because of who I am<br /> But because of what You?ve done<br /> Not because of what I've done<br /> But because of who You are<br /> I am, a flower quickly fading<br /> Here today and gone tomorrow<br /> A wave tossed in the ocean<br /> A vapor in the wind<br /> Still You hear me when I'm calling<br /> Lord You catch me when I'm falling<br /> And You told me who I am<br /> I am yours...<br /> <br /> <em>Who am I?<br /> That the eyes that see my sin<br /> Would look on me with love<br /> Would watch me rise again?<br /> Who am I?<br /> That the voice that calmed the sea<br /> Would call out through the rain<br /> And calm the storm in me?<br /> <br /> <em>Not because of who I am<br /> But because of what You?ve done<br /> Not because of what I?ve done<br /> But because of who You are<br /> I am a flower quickly fading<br /> Here today and gone tomorrow<br /> A wave tossed in the ocean<br /> A vapor in the wind<br /> Still You hear me when I'm calling<br /> Lord You catch me when I'm falling<br /> And You told me who I am<br /> I am Yours... I am Yours...<br /> Whom shall I fear?<br /> Whom shall I fear?<br /> Because I am Yours...<br /> I am Yours...</em><br /> </em></em></em><br /> Katrina's song reverberated in Eldarion?s mind. He could hear her praise to her God, and it comforted him. She was safe, for the moment, he believed. He believed she would not be singing if she were hurting terribly. Then again, she tended to stretch out to Iluvatar further when in pain...<br /> <br /> It had been two days since they had set out, and still they had not found her. Their hope was waning. Where could she be?<br /> <br />'We will find her.' Gimli assured the boy as he picked up his bedroll. He had seen the distant look in Eldarion's eye. The Dwarf had missed her, too. It was odd, he hardly knew her, yet his heart had reached out to her.<br /> <br /> Eldarion nodded, he had already assembled his items and was ready to continue. Legolas was wandering ahead, his gaze seeing far. The young man wished he could see what the Elf could.<br /> <br /> Aragorn fastened the buckles that would hold his bedroll to Brego?s back. Stepping toward his son, he packed some tobacco into the end of his pipe he lit it carefully and took a long puff. <br /> <br />'Everyday she is in more danger.' Eldarion looked at his father. 'Yet, she lives, father, she lives.'<br /> <br />'Are you sure, my son?' Aragorn looked out over the feet of the mountains. They still had a long ways to look.<br /> <br />'Yes, I can hear her sing, father. She is still alive, or...' the prince trailed off.<br /> <br />'You would feel it. I know, those we love hold onto our hearts. When they fall we know it. They take a bit of our soul with them...' He glanced at his son, who bobbed his head in admittance. 'Then you do love her.?'<br /> <br />'With all my heart.' Eldarion blushed at what he just said. He had never intended to tell his father that, at least not yet. <br /> <br /> Aragorn let out a soft chuckle. 'My son, I have seen it in your eyes when you look at her. At night you are distant and hold to yourself and your thoughts. Your thoughts of her,' he raised an eyebrow as he spoke. 'I was the same way about your mother, for a time.'<br /> <br /> This news made the young man feel the heat reach to his ears. He hadn?t expected to hear about his father's young love. 'Is it that obvious?'&nbsp; He managed to swallow his embarrassment.<br /> <br />'Yes and no. You are my son, I'm supposed to notice such things. Besides, your mother told me everything you told her.'&nbsp; The grin that spread on his face made Eldarion laugh. <br /> <br />'She told you? That's how you knew... Tell me, can you tell if Earannawen loves me in return?'<br /> <br />'Now that is a hard question to answer. Women have many ways of hiding feelings and secrets. Your mother still baffles me at times. You said she kissed you?'<br /> <br />'Yes.'<br /> <br />'Then I suppose she loves you, why else kiss a man'&nbsp; She's rather forward isn?t she?' Aragorn mused over that for a moment.<br /> <br />'I guess, but not in an abrasive way.'<br /> <br />'No, but she does speak her mind.'<br /> <br />'I admire that about her. I don?t want to marry a woman who has no mind of her own.'&nbsp; Eldarion was shocked at the words that came from his own mouth.<br /> <br />'You're planning on marrying her?'&nbsp; Aragorn had a look of surprise in his eye, but his voice was calm. In his heart he had known it, his son loved this strange maiden. No, not strange, this maiden of faith... <br /> <br /> He saw the look in Eldarion's eye and added, 'You don't have to answer that.'<br /> <br /> Eldarion nodded and looked over the distance they had to cover. They had a long ways to go. She would not be safe forever, and even if she would be, he couldn't stand the thought to be parted from her for too much longer....<br /> <br /> ***********<br /> <br /> Mordae clutched the golden cross in his hand as he approached the White Ladies cavern. His mother had said to return in a day, and from what he understood Nenuial slept through yesterday, hopefully she would waken today.<br /> <br /> Deladan glanced over at the nervous Dark Minion. Mordae had asked him to accompany him, and he had agreed, not wanting to be punished with a beating if he said no. Valeth had told him that Nenuial didn?t belong here, she was different, special. He had agreed and his thoughts of freeing her were beginning to be made reality.<br /> <br /> An Elf clad in white stepped from the cave. Her hair was swept up into silver clasps and her face had a sullen expression. Mordae recognized her as Helkamîr. She glided forward and took him by the arm, her fingers burning his flesh. 'Nenuial woke this morning....'<br /> <br />'Good...'Mordae looked at Deladan, who nodded his agreement. 'My mother, might we see her?'<br /> <br />'Yes, she's been waiting for you since she woke several hours ago. Mordae?'&nbsp; Helkamîr asked him softly.<br /> <br />'What is it?'<br /> <br />'Nenuial, she is not going to welcome you. She will remember what you have done forever. Your mother has told her that you must follow orders, but she will not hear it.'&nbsp; The Elf woman led them into the cave filled with vibrant white gowns adorning the White Ladies. Mingled in with the white were women clad in grey.<br /> <br />'I figured as much...' Mordae admitted. Through the night he had tossed in his bed hoping that Nenuial would forgive him, but knew it would not be so. He had looked at the scrapes and tears in her flesh two nights before, and it had pained his soul. She had done nothing but obey Iluvatar. How was he to approach her this early afternoon? <em><em><em><br /> <br /> *AUTHOR?S NOTE*<br /> The song is Who Am I by: Casting Crowns.<br /> </em></em></em>
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