Keldorian Sisters - Chapter 4~ Ah the memories a.k.a. Keldorian history part 1

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I lay awake in my bed. It had been almost two months now since the council thing. Adriel still refused to tell me anything about it. My thought drifted to the conversation I had had with Elrond that day. We had started it with talk of the happenings around Rivendell. Elladan and Elrohir had been on a scouting mission and had still not returned when the others had been starting to show up again. Then he started to inform me of a dream he had had. It concerned me, apparently. It turned out that through the dream, he had learned of my special abilities. He said he wished to send me to Lothlórien if I would consent. He said there was someone there who would be interested in meeting me. I told him I would go, but I wanted Adriel to come also. He said that would be fine. I was planing on telling her tomorrow.

I let my mind wander back to the past. I pulled forth memories of when Adriel and I were very young. I remembered once when Ari and I had been called into father's chamber. It was our usual weekly meeting on our duties as heirs to the throne...

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I arrived first and waited. In a few minutes she swung around the corner. She appeared as if she had just run and a small smirk played its way across her face.

"What did you do this time?" he asked coldly with a sigh and an exasperated look.

"Nothing!" she replied so sincerely that I knew she was lying.

Later that day I heard father's voice echoing through the halls. "ADRIEL FELENDE!!!!!"

Then I heard Adriel's voice say, "Whatever it is I didn't do it!"

I couldn't help but smile.
As dusk fell I donned my cloak and set out down the corridor. I met Adriel on the way and we were soon joined by another cloaked figure. We soon approached the well-guarded exit of the palace. As usual, Adriel froze time, brought us in, and we quickly slipped around the guards and out the doors and headed off into the forest. Once we reached our usual practice field Ari let it slip and time returned to its normal flow. I shuddered at the thought of what would happen if Adar ever found out that we were sneaking off at night to learn how to fight.

"What are we working on today, Naneth?" Adriel asked.

"Bow and arrow and knife throwing if there is time," I responded before Mother could answer.

"Very good, Leleni," mother praised. I smiled slightly.

I had inherited all my abilities from mother. She was very impressed on how quickly I picked up on reading thoughts. We were never sure where Adriel's had come from. They slightly resembled our great-great-grandmother's, but the time freeze was truly original.

When we were very young, she could never do more than temporarily stop a fly. Then she seemed to get a large power surge and suddenly all of time played at her fingertips.

"Shall we begin?" Mother asked. Adriel dashed across the field and started to set up the targets, while I helped Mother with the weapons. We stored them in a hollow tree at the edge of the glade. Mother only taught us knife skills and bow and arrow, for that is all she had ever learned. Adriel took great interest in sword, hand to hand, and many other types of fighting, but she had to teach herself that. She would often watch the soldiers' practice, mostly unnoticed.
We started the archery. Adriel had the better shot but I was still better than average. I knew a lot of trick shots. I taught myself to shoot upside-down. Naneth had shown us once and I never stopped trying until I could do it. We progressed to the knives from there. Adriel and I matched here mostly. I was a little better, I guess, but we both threw straight and true. I wished we had done knife fighting. I was the best at that. After a time we put the weapons away and returned to the palace.


I thought of the nicknames that we used to have, besides the basic three letters. Adriel was Arauka, I was Lambe, and then there was Nesta. We had never found a good one for Calagin, so we just called him Cal.

Cal, Nesta, Arauka, and I had gone riding in the foothills of the Blue Mountains. On the way back we were stopping in a field to rest when the rain started to fall. Lightning flashed across the sky, and a crack of thunder assailed my ears.

"Yayyyy!" I heard Ari call as she leapt off her horse. "Praise Manwë and thank Ossë!" She took off her cloak and swung it onto the back of her horse. Like all Keldorians, we rode without tack.

"Don't you need that?" I asked, wishing that I had my own with me.

"No," she responded. "At least, he needs it more than I." Cian, her horse, whinnied in agreement. We all laughed. Adriel ran out into the field and started to twirl around as the rain started to come down harder. The rest of us dismounted.

Adriel had lain down in the field. I could see she was immensely happy feeling the rain come down. She was already thoroughly soaked, as I was destined to become.
Calagin crossed over to Adriel he sat beside her. "What do you love so much about such weather?"

She sat up and responded: "`Tis music; don't you hear it? The soft fall of the rain upon lush grasses, the gentle whistling of the wind whirling around us, and the thunderous roar from the sky, so ostentatious it's impossible to miss."

"Care to dance to the music?" he asked rising. She laughed but rose, and they were soon dancing around the open field in the rain.

"Would you like my cloak?" I turned to look into deep hazel eyes flecked with gold and filled with care.

"Where would that leave you, Nesta?" I asked. "I could not deprive you of yours."

"Then we will share," he said, and drew me in close, using the cloak to shield me as well. "Better?"

"Much." I slipped my arms around his waist, holding him close. I felt really happy so close to the one I loved, perfectly safe and protected, as we watched the antics of Ari and Cal dancing in the pouring rain. I felt as if nothing could ever go wrong. How very wrong I was.


I crawled sleepily under the covers and soon slipped into a world of swirling dreams, my subconscious mind taking me onto the path of memories.

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I heard soft footfalls beneath me. I recognized them and tried to refocus on the large dusty volume in my lap, as I sat on a tree branch. I heard the person below start to climb. I turned what seemed like the billionth page even though I wasn't even past page nine. "The Keldorians are part of the high elves... The land of Keldor was founded"blah blah blah blah blah.... "The rulers are known to always have the same mark through all the ages." I wonder what is for dinner? "They are known for their changing eye color when they wear a certain color. The color often differs..." , La dee dah dee dah. I remembered I was wearing my red tunic today. No doubt my eyes would be that piercing shade of purple.

With a heavy sigh I shut the book with a snap. I turned my head to face Calagin, who had climbed the tree and was now sitting behind me.

"I just can't do it. You're too much of a distraction." I teased.

"Who me?" he asked innocently giving his best pout. "Would you like me to leave? I know how you so enjoy Keldorian History," he added sarcastically.

"Please don't, I need a distraction." He just laughed. I stood and stretched accidentally (on purpose) letting the large, heavy book fall off the branch and land upon the ground below. I sat back down, and then reclined on the branch letting my head fall into Cal's lap.

"I don't understand it. You eat through all the other books in the Library. What is wrong with history?" he asked.

"I don't know, I guess it is too much reality in a very dull way. The world is so exciting. Why can't they make history books the like?" I responded

"Good point."

I let my mind wander as my eyes found the sky through the leaves. It was as if the wind bore my mind away on the lightest breezes and took it off to distant lands and great adventure.

"How is it that you are only still when your reading, sleeping, or daydreaming?" Calagin's voice floated through my distant thoughts.

"Mmmmmm," was my only response. I felt Cal's fingers run through my hair. For some odd reason he always like to mess with mine. Maybe because he couldn't do much with his. He drew six strands from each temple and started making two long thin braids on either side. All the while I stared off into space, blissfully unaware of duty or responsibility. I was flying on the back of a great bird. As we reached the peak, I jumped off and fell through the air feeling it rushing around me. I was caught safely by the giant bird and flew off again into great heights. I always loved the sky. Calagin shook me slightly, bringing me out of my daze.

"You need to sit up so I can finish your hair," he said. I rolled my eyes but complied with his request. I sat up straddling the branch. I started to swing my legs in time to the unheard music in my head, to which all the sounds of nature took part. "Will you please hold still?" Calagin questioned patiently. I waited as he twisted the braids and tied them in a decorative knot in the back.

"Done?" I asked. Looking into his deep blue eyes.


"Good." I spun around and quickly pressed my lips against his. "Thanks!" I stood quickly and sprung onto the branch above my head. Calagin just laughed but started to chase me through the trees. I was happier around Cal then I was any other time. I loved him with all my heart and he loved me. I felt safe around him. He always joked that I protected everyone else so he was there to protect me.

"Oh, I almost forgot," I said as we finally dropped from the trees and started heading back. I remembered the book and quickly ran back to get it. "Here, catch!" I called throwing it to him. He caught it and threw it back. The game went on. In the end we decided to add it to our many games we played with Leleni and a few others.

"You know," Calagin said with a sigh, "I don't think we ever really grew up."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I said. "Remember: growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional."

"We don't look older though," He commented off-handedly. "You just look more radiant than ever." I rolled my eyes and shoved him playfully. He ran into a tree. "Ow!" he said. "You don't know your own strength."

"Sorry," I muttered. I gave him a hand up and didn't release it. We meandered throughout the woods in the general direction of Keldor.


I heard furious ranting as I was going down the hall. As I drew closer I realized it was coming from the king's room.

"I will NOT let one of my daughters be dragged off to war!" I remembered that just recently the king had found out that Adriel and Leleni had been getting secret lessons in fighting from their mother.

"But I can fight," I heard Adriel insist. She was not shouting but I could hear the anger in her voice. "I am a better fighter than most of your army." This was true. I was one of the Kur,, and she could beat me at just about everything.

"I don't care. You're a princess. You are supposed to dress up and be presented at parties. You are supposed to learn how to rule a kingdom, not fight!"

"I fight for the kingdom! Why not let Leleni rule? She fits your idea of a princess," she responded with a sharp bite in her voice. The next second the door handle turned. Before I had a chance to react, Ari stepped out. Her cheeks were flushed with anger; her eyes were alight from a fire within. She closed the door with a snap and then leaned against it tiredly, eyes closed.

"Hi, Calagin," she said after a moment.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Yes, but not here." Her voice was calm.

"Let's go," I said, catching her hand and leading her out into the forest.

We reached an open glade and sat down. "What happened?"

"Nothing," she said, with a sigh. "He just wont let me fight." She was mostly calm but her eyes still flashed dangerously. She looked away. "No matter what I do I'm just not right in his eyes. He wants me to be something I am not. I am never good enough for him."

"Listen to me," I said turning her head gently with my hand. "You are amazing just the way you are. You would not be you if strutted around in pink lacy dresses. It doesn't fit you. You go with your own rhythm and you never look up or down to anyone. I love you for you." I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.

When the kiss broke she rested her head gently on my shoulder. I slipped an arm around her waist, and with my free hand I pushed a small lock of hair behind her delicately pointed ear. She caught my hand as I was letting it fall and held it tightly.

She began to sing in a way only she ever could. Her voice rang with soft filling notes. The passion in her voice filling the glade and tugging at my heart. She sang of the wind and all it's secrets with a love of it unrivaled. Her voice described it as she saw it. She described it as nothing else could. She had a view rarely thought of. The words and the melody combined and came alive in her voice. When the song ended we simply sat in silence content in being close. The grove around glistened in the glory of disappearing sunset. The way she sang almost forced nature to grow and change around her. I loved her more than anything else. I was happy to know that she loved me too.

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It was a fair and beautiful day, almost too fair. I felt a sense of foreboding in the air that was so palpable, I felt as if I was wading through it. Father had finally consented and let me come, but only as a messenger. It was going to be my first real battle. We were fighting a great army of Orcs: 3,000 at least. Their army was at least ten times the size of ours, but the Keldorian army was strong. We were known for our fighting skill. Father had decided to hold the battle in a far valley, so as not to bring it too close to the city.

Calagin rode up next to me. "Nervous?" he asked.

"Not really," I responded. "A little excited I guess." We laughed. "Though if father gets his way, I won't be fighting at all."

"Then why did you come?"

"I said, `if'."

The day passed slowly. When we finally reached the valley, it was about noon. It was at least a full hour before the first dust clouds started to appear on the horizon. My father ushered me to the very back. A very large, strong, silent elf was set to guard me. I felt like a child that had done something wrong.

"A true leader stands at the front," I called to my father's back.

"You're just a messenger," he called back.

I sighed, sat down, and waited impatiently for the battle to begin.

I stood up as the opposing army approached. I started to pace as they drew near. They were so close I could smell their offending stench from where I stood. The guard stood stolidly his eyes flicking back and forth with my movements. I suddenly broke into a run and dashed so quickly around him, he thought I had disappeared. It bought me just enough time to push on the nerves near his neck, rendering him unconscious.

Caught up in the heat of battle, none noticed my presence. I drew my broadsword and quickly joined in. The fight was long. I found I started to pick up a rhythm to the movements. I had heard tales of horrific first battles, but I felt as if I was born to have a sword in my hand. I sliced through what seemed like the thousandth orc. After about three hours, judging by the sun, the last orc was slain. I quickly ran back to where my guard lay, just recovering from the blow.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"You fell asleep," I lied quickly carefully hiding my bloodstained hands behind my back.

"Ari?" my father's voice floated over. "Run back and tell them we won." I smiled, seeing how glad he was that we had won so quickly and with so few losses. "In the meantime, let's celebrate." The army had brought many supplies, for we had not known how long the battle would last.

I ran over to where Cian, my horse, waited. He whinnied happily as I came up. I lead him over to a small gully to drink. I washed the congealed black blood from my hands. Then leaping upon Cian's back we jumped the gully and streaked off to Keldor. I was happy to be speeding along our long trek to the valley had been slow. It was wonderful to feel the wind on my face and Cian's legs moving like lightning beneath me. I could feel his wild spirit flying free.

As we approached Keldor I felt something wrong. I looked up and saw a column of black smoke rising. Fearing the worst, we rode on. The scene that awaited us was only imagined in the darkest dreams of small children.

The landscape was littered with bodies. The beautiful city had been laid to waste. Fire burned the great buildings and the glorious trees. I saw a mother who had sacrificed herself to save her children, only to have them be cruelly slaughtered moments later. There was no sign of life. Nothing moved save the glowing flames that were greedily searching for more to burn.

While all our fighters were gone, part of the other army had circled us and destroyed the city. I almost screamed, but I couldn't. My voice caught in my throat. On instinct I jumped on Cian's back and charged back to the valley. All I could do was hope and pray that Lel and Mother were safe.

As I reached the valley silence pressed in on my ears. The bodies of all the fighters lay before me. There were bits of food and drink strewn around them. I picked up a bit of bread and smelled it. Then I bit off a tiny piece. It tasted acidic and sickly sweet. I spat it back out. Poison!

"Adriel," I heard a dry raspy voice call. I rushed forward and knelt beside my father. He was sweating and pale, slowly dying as the poison drew his life away. "Take my sword, dear one. Always protect your mother and sister for me. Know... I ... always ...!" I heard his heart stop beating his breath cut short, and the last remnants of life drain away.

"Father!" I cried finally finding my voice. "No you... you can't!" I stood slowly.

Then realization struck me. I turned in horror all color drained from my face. It couldn't be. I then saw the image that would haunt me for all eternity.

Calagin's lifeless body. I fell to my knees next to it. My heart seemed to shatter inside me. An insatiable rage grew inside me.

"Come back!" I screamed at him. "You can't die! You just can't!" I shoved his body and hit on the armor until my hands burned. "Why me!" I called to the sky wanting an answer. The wear of the day finally hit me, as I collapsed onto the dead body. "I... never... even... said... goodbye!" I murmured my voice barley a whisper. Tears poured unbidden from my eyes, falling onto my beloved's body. I wanted more than anything for him to be here with me. I just wanted all the pain. To go away...

I curled into a small ball, wrapping my arms tightly around myself and rocking back and forth as the tears streamed down my face in ceaseless rivers.

He couldn't be dead...

He just couldn't...
I awoke with a start, feeling a horrid jerk somewhere deep in my gut, and curled into a ball as though to protect myself from the world. I wanted to cry, but the tears would no longer come. The pain was unbearable . . .

I started to sing quietly, knowing of no other way to calm myself.

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

, : Adriel's eyes turn purple when she wears red. Leleni's turn green when she wears yellow. It is most common for the eye color to mix with the color that you are wearing. Why? Because I said so and I am the supreme ruler of the Universe, so there!

,,: The Kur are captains in the Keldorian army. They are in charge of groups of about 60. There are five of them and it is a very sought after position.

Oh in case anyone is very confused, I made up Keldor and we decided to place the story in it because it fit. So if you were wondering Keldor isn't Tolkien. It is a made-up region placed in middle earth for the sole purpose of this story. If you would like to use it just ask.

We don't own the song. It is by Evanescence. It is called "My Imortal" and I thought it was cool. Lel agreed.

We would like to thank our Editor's. Because they are very very wonderful people who put up with all the stupid mistakes.

Nesta is not a real character name. You won't find out his real name for a while.

Nesta = healer in elvish actually (to heal)

Lambe = language in elvish (because she can speak all languages except one)

Arauka = swift in elvish

Adar = Father

Naneth = Mother

Any questions? Just ask.

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