A Maiden of Faith 23

by Jun 12, 2007Stories

There she laid, an image of Laurëwen. Her golden hair spread across the pillow on which her head lay, though, it was shorter. Blue eyes sparkling even though a mist lay over the cavern. She was bruised and scarred, her back a mangled mass of red flesh. Then her voice, ever so clear and beautiful, she spoke to Mithita.

Deladan approached the young Nenuial while Mordae searched out his mother.

‘Deladan, how pleasant to see you.’ Katrina’s words were soft spoken, and her gaze faltered. It was clear to him that she thought he had partaken in the beating.

‘Nenuial, I want you to know I never lifted a whip. Never. I couldn’t do that…’ He knelt beside her and lifted her face to look at his with his callused hand. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘Me’ I?ve had worse pain than this. Not long ago.’ She looked up at the ceiling, but it appeared as if she was not looking at it. No, her eyes were distant, and they had the appearance of seeing through the stone canopy. ‘I understand, Lord, I understand…’

‘You understand what, Nenuial?’ Deladan thought that for one moment, she saw why she had been beaten.

‘The pain, a few nights past, I understand why I had to undergo the hurt. It was preparing me for the whips of Satan,’ Katrina muttered under her breath.

‘Satan? Who is that?’ He looked down into her eyes and he knew he had seen that look before. Laurëwen…. Her eyes spoke volumes. The hurt shown there, she looked like she had seen ages fly by and she remembered everything. The memories of time forever embedded into her mind, the loss, love, pain, and anger. Something in the depths of her sea blue eyes said that she knew things that none had ever imagined…

‘He is the Deceiver, the Evil One.’ Her gaze looked into his and the look of hurt vanished, replaced by one of recognition. ‘To you he is Morgoth.’

‘The Cursed!’he spat back at her. ‘You call him Satan, why is that?’

‘I don’t want to go into that. Let’s just say he’s a fallen angel. He thought he was as great as the One.’

Deladan knew the story of Morgoth well, and it seemed to him that this Satan was exactly like him. Hungry for the power of the Creator, and an anger perhaps that shoved his motives forward.

‘Sorry. Now that I’ve bored you, why have you come?’ Katrina’s spine straightened as she looked at Deladan fully. His eyes had dark circles under them. Wrinkles marred his tunic, as if he had slept in it. Brown hair ruffled in a mass of knots. He was worried for her… ‘Oh, Deladan…’

‘No, stop!’ He buried his face in his large hands. ‘Stop!’ Memories flashed to mind, and the pain returned. He could feel the dagger plunge into his heart. The same dagger that hit him when he had caught Laurëwen in his arms, her body limp. The dagger of lost memories and of pain. Hurt that still reverberated into his mind when he looked into his sister’s son?’s eyes. The questions of a lost mother coming from the child’s lips….

Deladan heard only Nenuial’s question before the memories took him into the past. ‘What? Stop what?’

The grey vale of dimness covered his eyes. He could see nothing. Only darkness, only blackness. Screams echoed in the dark. Cries of a fear unseen rippled through the gloom. Pain took him, and all faded from recall and recognition….

Time passed and legends came into progress. Finally, the murk was lifted, and his eyes saw the light again…

‘Nimril, wake up!’ A strong female voice awoke his mind while small hands shook his shoulders. ‘Wake up! He has picked me to be a bride!’

‘What?’ The cloudiness was slowly fading and misted blue eyes met his. A slender maiden shifted under heavy grey robes of cotton. Her hands were bone white as they gripped his arms.

‘The master, he has agreed that I will make a wife for him.’ Bitter cold tears clung to her dark eyelashes before falling to the hard stone floor. Her skin was pale, like a white lily, lovely, but still void of warmth.

‘Laurëwen…’ He caught her into his arms, even though it pained him. Whoever had ensnared them would take her and wed her? Absolutely not, never, his sister would marry who she pleased, not some man who thought he had the right to claim her. She was her own being. ‘He will not touch you, whoever he is…’

‘Nimril, you do not understand,… I marry him, or I die.’ Silvery white arms slipped themselves around her brother?s neck. She could feel his hands holding her head, his fingers entwined with her, now dirty, golden hair. Never did she want to leave his loving hold, he would protect her, fend for her.

‘No, you will get away, I will make sure of it! You have nothing to fear,’ his voice whispered into her ear. Pushing Laurëwen out at arms length he smiled into those lovely blue eyes, wanting to see her smile in turn. No grin played at the corner of her lips, they only quivered with a sigh that escaped before the tears began again. ‘No… No… I will not let him! He will not touch you!’ Salty tears began to course down his own face, and he could feel them sliding onto his parted lips, finding their way into his mouth…

‘Oh, Nimril, do not fear for me… I fear for you…’ Pale arms once again wrapped around his neck, his face buried into her hair…

‘Oh, Deladan,…’ Katrina encircled the man?s neck with her pale arms. Tears had fallen down his cheeks, and it became evident to her that he was lost in some old memory that hurt him deeply.

‘Nenuial…’ He looked up into those beautiful blue eyes, so deep, so caring…. ‘I fear for you. You don’t know what he is what he does. He is a vicious man, one who would see you dead.’

‘No, don’t fear for me. I fear for you.’

So the past was repeating itself. The bitter memories would once again become reality. No longer would they be in his thoughts, they would be his life, again. The sobs of lost time wracked his body.

‘Deladan… Stop. I have something you don’t have. I have God. He is my Rock, my Savior, and my Redeemer. You could have that, if you wanted it. But right now, you don’t, all you have is yourself. He’ll take you into His arms though, just ask Him.’ Katrina brushed his tears off his face. ‘Do you remember when you first captured me I was muttering, but you couldn’t understand me?’

‘Yes, I remember. It tore my heart…’ His gaze fell.

‘I had muttered a verse… The Lord is my light and salvation, of whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life, of whom shall I be afraid?’ Her gaze captured his as she lifted his face with a finger. ‘I also whispered a song, would you like to hear it?’

He nodded his head. Anything would brighten his day, almost.

The pathway is broken
And the signs are unclear
And I don’t know the reason why you brought me here
But just because You love me the way that You do
I’m gonna walk through the valley
If You want me to

Cause I’m not who I was
When I took my first step
And I’m clinging to the promise You’re not through with me yet
So if all of these trials bring me closer to You
Then I will go through the fire
If You want me to

It may not be the way I would have chosen
When you lead me through a world that’s not my home
But You never said it would be easy
You only said I’d never be alone

Cause I’m not who I was
When I took my first step
And I’m clinging to the promise You’re not through with me yet
So if all of these trials bring me closer to You
Then I will go through the fire
If You want me to

So when the world turns against me
And I’m all by myself
And I can’t hear You answer my cries for help
I’ll remember the suffering Your love put You through
And I will go through the valley
If you want me to

Cause I’m not who I was
When I took my first step
And I’m clinging to the promise You’re not through with me yet
So if all of these trials bring me closer to You
Then I will go through the fire
If You want me to

‘Nenuial, you have no idea how true those words are. You have no idea….’ Deladan pushed himself to his feet and turned to find Mordae and Valeth.

Katrina watched him go, her expression grave. No, she knew, he didn’t… Her life had been full of unwanted turns and narrow ways, but she had kept to her path, for that was what He wanted. He hadn’t told her it would be easy, He said she would never be alone, even though it felt like she was beside herself at times. Deladan didn’t have that promise, he only had his own will, and it was breaking. Under stress and the pain of some great loss. He was broken.

Song by Ginny Owens, called: If You want Me to
Hope you guys enjoyed this! This is probably one of my favorite songs. It has a lot of power behind it.


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