The Tale of Lathrawen, Lady of Rohan - Chapter Seven- Changes In Fortune?
"Yes, good morning! How did you find us?" I was still half asleep.
"Its mid-day, us? I thought you were the only one here. Who came with you?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Melriel and Lomelindi." I sat up.
"Lomelindi came with you?" He leaned in.
"Yes, she did." I gasped. "Lomelindi!" I pushed Legolas aside and ran to her room. He followed me and knelt down beside her bed, he gently stroked her hair.
"Lomelindi, im melin le tindomerel." He kissed her forehead.
"Im melin le Legolas Thrandulion." She was still alive! I went back to my room and searched for a black dress to wear, I found none; I turned to Eowyn. She gave me a long dress, the sleeves were big and of a brilliant rose color.
"It suits you, keep it." She forced out a smile. "I miss Theodred."
"As do I." I gently touched the ring he gave me.
"Where did you get that?" She took my ring to get a closer look at the ring.
"He gave it to me, before he..." I could not finish the sentence.
"That ring belongs to Rohan, Theoden will want to see it on Theodred's hand." She turned and fixed her hair.
"But he gave it to me!" I broke the silence.
"Try telling the king that."she said as she tied up her beautiful blonde hair. I walked into the hall and closed her door behind me. I slowly walked down the hallway and ran my fingers against the wall. My fingers gently ran across the wood; I could hear echos coming from the main hall. I stopped at the corner and looked across the hall into Theodred's empty room. I could see the dust dance in the light from the window. I walked inside and sat down on his bed. Glancing around, I saw the things that once made this room beautiful and golden; they make it dark and gloomy. Servants were scrambling all over the room looking for his helmet, I showed them were it was. Eowyn walked into the room. "They are talking about you." I tilted my head to the right and shrugged my shoulders. She laughed and said "Follow me."
We walked to King Theoden's throne, sitting beside him was Gandalf. King Theoden looked much younger compared to the last time I had seen him. Gandalf was cloaked in white garbs and was not wearing his hat. I gave him a look to let him know I was amused.
"Is this the girl you speak of, Gandalf?" King Theoden inspected my clothes and noticed they were Eowyn's.
"Lathrawen, my you have gotten shorter!" He gave me a concerned look.
"I'm fine Gandalf." I forced out a smile, he knew something was wrong.
"What you said about her beauty did not do her any justice. I would compare her to," Theodred stared at me and searched for words. "a sunset over the halls of Edoras." I thought of the night I had spent with Theodred, dancing under the stars.
"Lathrawen?" Gandalf shook me from my daydream.
"Thank you, my lord." I curtsied. Theoden smiled and reached for my hand; I tried to put it behind my back, but I was too late.
"How did you get that ring?" Theoden's face turned red from anger.
"Theodred gave it to me." He tightened his grasp around my fingers and fixed his eyes upon the ring. I jerked back from the pain but he wouldn't let go. A wind roared through the Golden Hall. I swear I could have heard Theodred's voice saying I love her. Apparently Theoden and Gandalf heard it too. He let go of my hand, which had turned red. Gandalf turned his head out of disbelief. King Theoden put his hand on his cheek and leaned against his arm rest. "My lord?" He was thinking about what to do.
"So he chose you." He smiled suddenly. Why, I do not know. I kept the same solemn look on my face. He stood and began to walk to his quarters. "You shall walk beside me to his tomb." I turned and looked at Gandalf. He had a grin on his face.
"Does your father know you are here?" He motioned for me to sit on the arm rest the throne had, I did.
"Well, no. He doesn't" I folded my hands and put them on my lap.
"He isn't going to be to thrilled to hear his only daughter has given her love to a mortal." I gave him an astonished look. "I know what you have done Lathrawen. The glow that once graced your eyes is now gone; you are mortal."
"Gandalf!" I threw my arms around him and tears streamed down my face. "What should I do? I cannot go home!"
"No, you cannot." He gently pushed my away and stood. "You should live your life normally, as an elf. Pretend none of this happened and try again. That is all I can tell you at the moment Lathrawen." I wiped the tears from my eyes and prepared for the funeral.
Six men carried Theodred to his tomb. "Im never going to see him again..." Is all I could help but think. Everyone was quiet as we followed them down the dirt path that reminded me of home. We arrived in front of the tomb; I was supposed to sing his lament. I could not have sang it if I wanted to. I opened my mouth to sing, nothing came out. I nodded to Eowyn to chant it but she set it to the tune I had created for it. She sang it well, it was something she had to do.
Bealocwealm hafað fréone frecan forth onsended
giedd sculon singan gléomenn sorgiende
Tears ran down my cheek and Theoden never looked away. Eowyn glanced at me and continued.
on Meduselde Þæt he ma nowere is, þurh niedig rest.
And mægen deorost Bealo...
They slammed the door to the tomb and all the people left. Only those close to the royal family stayed. I slowly walked to the door and fell to my knees. I turned to see who stayed. Legolas saw and left, Lomelindi smiled at me and followed; she offered comfort. Melriel came next to me and nodded to Gaenry to leave. "It is hard, I know how you feel." She put her arm around my shoulder. I looked up into her eyes, she felt sorry for me. Did she know? Did she know I was a mortal? I doubted it, but Melriel always surprised me in the past. She had the ability to see glimpses of your future. Could she see my future now? Millions of questions flooded into my head. We hugged there, in plain view, for all to see. It mattered not that we were superior beings, in this time of need. She stood and left, I stayed.
I sat by myself, everyone had long gone. The sun was high in the sky, the rays were beating down on my back as if they wanted me to go inside. I heard footsteps behind me, I didn't care. Normally I would become terribly frightened, I hated it when things jumped out at me. "Lathrawen, we are all worried. Please come inside, won't you?"
"Aragorn, you care far too much." That remark got a chuckle out of him. "I cannot leave him. I feel as if my feet are chained to the ground. I am not meant to leave this spot." He moved around and laid down in the grass, putting his arms behind his head. "You can go back inside." I moved so my legs were to the side and I laid down too, resting my head in my hand.
"Look at the clouds." He pointed to a small cloud in the sky. "That one looks like a horse." I thought of riding to battle with Theodred. Aragorn looked over and quickly pointed to a long cloud. "That one looks like a waterfall." I smiled. He pointed to a big cloud that had feather-shaped clouds coming out of it. "That one looks like a spider." I laughed.
"How would you know what a spider looks like Aragorn? You haven't been to Mirkwood before!" I sat up and looked away from Theodred's tomb.
"No I haven't, but I did my job didn't I? You forgot about Theodred, if even for a moment." My smile went flat. "Come on." He stood and helped me to my feet. "Let's go inside." I nodded and we walked back up to the Golden Hall together, all the while I explained to him the spiders of my homeland.