A Maiden of Faith - Chapter 6

Katrina left the stables with Eldarion, the two of them walked towards the throne room, where they assumed Legolas had gone. In entering the great chamber, Aragorn rushed forward.

"You mounted Shadowfax? We haven't known what to do with him. After Gandalf went to the Undying Lands he turned up on our door step." He took her to a seat at a long table. Faramir was seated there also. She glanced over her shoulder to see Eldarion nod at her and take his leave.

"Faramir, it's good to see you again." She sat in the seat opposite him, while Aragorn sat at the head.

"The pleasure is all mine, Lady Katrina." He bowed his head a little, being polite.

"If you like, everyone else has been calling me Ëarannawen, though I don't mind Katrina." She smiled at Aragorn, who nodded in approval.

"I think I shall call you Katrina, if you don't mind. I'm not very polished in the tongue of Elves." He smiled at her, and saw the relief on her face. "But you mounted Shadowfax? How did you do that?"

"Honestly, I have no idea why he let me." She took a sip of the wine presented to her. "Thanks," she whispered to the server.

"Did you say anything to him?" Aragorn nodded his thanks to the maiden.

"Well, yes, a little. But nothing in Elvish except for hold and thank you when he obeyed."

"What else did you say?" Faramir questioned.

"I spoke to him of Gandalf, and how alone he and I both were. After all, his master is gone, and my family is not here with me. I told him we were alike, and he seemed to agree.-"

The Elf burst into the Great Hall, his face grim as stone. He strode toward the table, his eyes shimmering with unknown emotion.

"Legolas! Eldarion and I were looking for you!" Katrina rose from her seat and pulled him to the seat beside hers, her arms wrapped around his. "Where were you?"

"Another Man was there, He appeared right before my eyes. He was holding Shadowfax's head. He was scared, His hands and feet. He said, `My child. My love. My bride. Safe you are, here in My care. You rest, like an infant in his mother's arms, in My gaze. None shall harm you, you have won the victory, by My life. Your life is not meaningless, but full of purpose. None shall touch you. None but those I choose. None but Me. They shall do nothing. Do nothing.'" Legolas spoke with glazed eyes, and lips that barely moved. "Do nothing..."

"Did you know of this, Ëarannawen?" Aragorn's eyes had become steely, and hard, clouded over with confusion. "Do you know what this means?"

"She heard, for she then thought, `You know what you saw. He is my Love. My God. My Savior. I am His. And His alone.' And I understood her! Aragorn, this maiden is as an Elf! Yet, she is not! Her appearance is deceiving! Voices speak to her!" Legolas rose and stepped back away from her. "She knew I was able to understand her thoughts! She heard the unspoken!"

"Legolas..." She rose and took his arm. "I am not evil, nor am I an Elf. I am a Christian. You saw the One. My God. My Comforter. You saw what I could only hear. I saw no one, except when I closed my eyes. Then I could see Him."

"You are able to hear the unspoken!" He snatched his arm back.

"Yes. I am. He speaks to my heart through His Word. Tell me Aragorn, where are my things? I believe I left them when I ran."

"Here." The King went behind one of the great pillars and returned with her notebook, Bible, and shoes.

"Thanks bunches. Now, look at this Legolas." She flipped the Bible open to 2 Thessalonians 1:11.

"To this end we always pray for you, that our God may make you worthy of His call, and may fulfill every good resolve and work of faith by His power," Legolas read aloud. "This God, He is whom you speak of?"

"Yes, the Lover of my soul." Katrina took the Bible from his hands.

"Then, you are an anointed one." He took his seat as she did.

"I guess you could say that." She laughed. "I am immortal."

"An Elf!" Faramir nearly spilled his wine.

"No... My body will die, yeah, that's a given. But my soul will dwell forever in Christ, Who strengthens me."

"This is all interesting, but what does it have to do with Shadowfax?" Faramir asked with a confused expression.

"Well, Legolas saw my God. He was holding Shadowfax's invisible reins, which I'm not surprised he saw this." Katrina tossed her shoes to the ground and slipped them on her feet. "Now, guys, I must go. I have some things I need to do."

"What is that, Ëarannawen?" Aragorn rose to walk with her to the door.

"I am a writer. I need to write, and study my B-I-B-L-E." At the look on his face she laughed. "My Bible."

"Enjoy yourself, Lady."

"Thanks. Where is Eldarion stationed, by the way?"

"The south wall, on the seventh level today."

"So, right outside?"

"Yes." His face lit up with laughter, and he took her hand and kissed it.

Then she disappeared through the door. Stepping out into the bright sunlight, she smiled and lifted up her hands. "The work of His hands, it shall declare His glory." Katrina spotted Eldarion and went to stand beside him.

"Hello," he smiled at her. Moving over slightly, he made a space for her to stand.

She looked out over the wall and immediately pulled back.

"What?" He had never seen her look so drawn.

"We're really high up." She passed a hand over her eyes.

"Oh! You're afraid of heights! I'm sorry, Ëarannawen." He slipped his arm about her waist, steadying her as she swayed a bit. Never would he have guessed her fear.

"Yeah, um..." She sat on the ground and put her head in her hands. Eldarion squatted beside her, a hand on her shoulder. After a moment passed she said, "It's all right. I'll be fine." Rising slowly, she made sure not to look out over the wall. He had lifted her books from where they lay and handed them to her. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He held his arm out to her, and she took it gratefully.

"Is it all right if you come with me?" she asked, looking up at his face.

"To be honest, I'm not actually part of the guard. I actually just stand out here, and on occasion I get called to bear arms." He smiled down at her as she laughed.

"Then, sir knight, I would be honored by your company."

"No, Lady, it is all my honor to be graced with your presence." Together, they walked towards the garden in silence

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"Lady!" Eldarion caught Katrina's arm as she almost fell over. "Are you all right?"

"Yes!" Her laughter filled the gazebo. "Just slipped... Clumsy me!"

He did not say anything, for he doubted her. She had nearly fallen when her ankle twisted after tripping over a stone. Surely it was painful.

Little did he know that tripping was one thing that she had perfected. She tripped over her own feet sometimes. Her ankles had become immune to being twisted, almost. So often they bent in odd directions.

"Now, what would you like to hear?" She settled on a bench of stone.

"A song. Lord Faramir and Lady Eowyn both say your voice is strong and lovely while in song and in speech, I believe they are correct. For not even my own mother's voice is as fair as yours, Ëarannawen." He glanced over at her, only to see her blush.

"I don't normally sing in front of people, it makes me nervous," she muttered. True, she had done it while in Middle Earth, but it was almost always to make a point, or explain something, and at those points in time she nearly stopped breathing. "I was filled with a calm. Given to me by the Spirit."

"He will give it to you again. I wish to hear you sing, Lady." He nudged her with his elbow.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt, too, bad..." Sighing, she rose and stood before him. "This is called Homesick, by MercyMe." With a voice full of sorrow, she began.

You're in a better place, I've heard a thousand times
And at least a thousand times I've rejoiced for you
But the reason why I'm broken, the reason why I cry
Is how long must I wait to be with you

I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now

Help me Lord cause I don't understand your ways
The reason why I wonder if I'll ever know
But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same
Cause I'm still here so far away from home

I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now

In Christ, there are no goodbyes
And in Christ, there is no end
So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have
To see you again
To see you again

And I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow

I've never been more homesick than now...

"Is it true? You want to go home?" Eldarion asked, he had been in awe at the meaning of the lyrics and her lovely voice combined.

"Yeah. But I've always been homesick. Not just for my parents' home, but for heaven. It's about how us Christians are home in heaven, and how we can't wait to see those we've lost faces, not to mention God's." She looked down at her feet. In her heart, she had always wanted to see heaven, and the thought of having to wait was hard. So to fill the time, she read, and she told of the Gospel. But she had always wanted to go home to her Savior, to see His face, and those of dead relatives and friends. This song painted those feelings perfectly...

**AUTHOR'S NOTE**
I hope you guys enjoyed. I love this song. It's one of my favorites. Sorry this chap. got a little long.

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