The girl woke to the rays of afternoon sunlight falling upon her face. She was covered in soft blankets a white bandage wrapped around her shoulder. The girl was in a large room with many other beds, but were empty. A small table rested by her bed, and a silver basin filled with crystal water had been set upon it. She stood up finding herself in a white nightshift and looked about the room. A dark blue sleeveless dress had been laid out for her. It felt silky and looked beautiful. She washed her face in the silver basin prepared for her. She slowly slipped into the dress feeling awkward about the low chest line, but loved the way it felt. She looked outside the window seeing a series of steps and trees surrounding houses. She stepped outside the house onto the steps trying to decide whether to go up or down. She did not recognize anything or anyone. She remained stanging when she saw a man approaching her from atop. He was very handsome with long golden hair and the most beautiful sparkling blue eyes she had ever seen. He stopped when she looked up. He gazed directly into her turquoise eyes. After some time, he finally spoke.
She said nothing for she did not understand his words.
“Saesa omentien lle. Mani naa essa en lle?”
She spoke. “I do not understand your words.
Haldir smiled. “Greetings fair one. I am Haldir lord of Lorien. What is your name?”
She stared at him in confusion.
“I do not know.”
“I do not know my name. I do not know who I am or where I am.” She touched her head and looked around her knowing not what else to stay.
“You are in Lorien in the houses of the Lord Celeborn and of the Lady Galadriel who have parted to the Sea these long years passed.”
“These names mean nothing to me.”
“You were in the woods a fortnight ago. I think you remember.”
Images of the wolves came to her mind.
“Why were you there?” Haldir asked again.
“I don’t know. I don’t remember anything.”
“Hmm. Well come. I know this that you are not one of our kin.”
Haldir offered her his arm. She took it not wanting to be rude. He led her down the stairs to a chamber. Before he escorted her in, he asked her, “Can you not tell me your name?”
“I am sorry my lord. I can not for I do not know it myself.”
She hung her head down in disgrace for she did not know her own name. Haldir took the girl by the arm once again.
Haldir began to lead her into the chamber, but she shrugged his arm away. He smiled.
“Well I think we shall have to call you something unless you prefer to go by Stranger.”
“No thank you.”
He looked long at her for some time. He debated on whether to call her Luthien or by some other fair maidens name.
“I shall call you Nimrodel after the lady of old. For you remind me so much of her. I would rather call you by Elenya, but-” he paused and looked into the west. For a long moment neither spoke as he seemed in deep thought.
“What happened to her? The one you call me by?”
“Tales speak of her in this song.” Haldir began to sing, and she seemed astonished by his voice. She had never heard a man sing so beautifully. That is she could not remember at least.
An elven maid there was of old
A shining star by day
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold
Her shoes of silver grey
A star was bound upon her brows
A light was on her hair
A sun upon the golden boughs
In Lorien the fair
Her hair was long her limbs were white
And fair she was and free
And in the wind she went as light
Into the shining pool
Where now she wanders none can tell
In sunlight or in shade
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed
The elven ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring Sea
“I do not remember the rest, but it seems that Nimrodel has come back to us in fair Lorien.”
“Come. There are many to meet.”
He took her hand and led her into the chamber. He walked inside, and she saw a great feast prepared. A long table was set, and gathered around were many elves. Rumil and Orophin stood up to meet their brother.
“Vedui!” they said to him in elvish.
“Hail to you Rumil, Orophin. Set another seat for our guest.”
“We shall do so at once,” Rumil said. “But perhaps you might tell us the name of our new guest.”
“Her name is Nimrodel.”
I KNOW THIS ONE IS A LITTLE SHORT BUT THE ONLY OTHER PLACE I COULD THINK TO STOP IT WAS TOO LONG *SIGH* OH WELL!