“Any last words?” Miriel asked threatingly to Rameth.
“You…You won’t hurt your husband, will you?” He asked.
She hesitated and he took the opportunity to jump up and stand back. “Listen, I’ll go away from you and Minas Tirith, if you let me go.”
“There’s no promise you can make that I can trust.”
“If you go back to Minas Tirith and I’m there, my life is in your hands.” he pleaded.
“Fine. But do not let me see your face again.” She hissed.
“Your wish is my command.” and with that he turned and walked away.
She watched him walk for a while and then, satisfied, went back to Minas Tirith.
Rameth looked back, and seeing she had turned away, walked quietly behind her. When he got close enough, he ran his sword through her body.
Miriel had just enough strength to turn, and died with his leering face bending over her.
She woke up. She was in a beautiful luscious land full of trees and flowers. In the distance, she saw beings conversing with each other. “Valar” she whispered in awe.
She walked towards the Valar and could faintly hear their murmured talking.
A little while later, one of the Valar spotted her. “Ah Miriel.”
“Yes?” she asked tentatively.
“You’re time on Middle Earth is not over. There are things you have yet to do. You are being sent back.”
Then darkness surrounded Miriel.
Legolas was patroling the lower edges of Mirkwood. He urged his white horse, Ramar, to go farther. In a clearing up ahead, he spotted a thin figure lying on the forest floor.
He went further to see an unconcious woman, with her brown hair lying across her face. He got down and set her on his horse and rode toward the palace.
When he put the woman on a bed in a room, he reported to his father.
“My Lord, i found an unconcious woman in a clearing. I do not know how or when she got there.”
“I see. Do you know where she’s from?” King Thranduil asked.
“She still sleeping. I know nothing.” Legolas shrugged.
“You know what to do.”Legolas’s father told him.
Legolas nodded and excused himself.
When the woman woke, Legolas was in her room, looking at her.
She started and asked,” Who are you? What happened? Where am I?”
“Peace,” Legolas smiled. “I am Legolas. you are in the palace of the WoodElves. I found you in a clearing. I was hoping you knew who you were and where you’re from.”
She tried to remember who she was, but she did not know.
“I…I do not know. I can’t remember.” she panicked.
“Don’t worry. We’ll find out. Some how.” Legolas murmured to himself.