Chapter Four – A Fateful Arrow
It was two weeks after Liri had been found out by Elrohir. True to his word, he never uttered a word about her disguise to a soul.
It was midnight once again and they all set up camp. The elves hurried around making ready their food and water, and getting things ready for the next day. Once things were settled down a bit, they ate their dinner together around a giant fire, and many discussions started up. Liri spotted Elladan sitting by himself on the ground. He wasn’t eating, his bowl held still in his hands, and he had a far off look in his dark eyes. She went over and sat down next to him. She didn’t know what to say so she cleared her throat. This brought Elladan out of his dream.
“Oh…hello Melcor,” he greeted Liri.
“Hi,” she said trying to talk in a deep voice, “What were you doing?”
“Oh nothing…just thinking…,” he trailed off.
“Pray tell, of what?” she asked him curiously.
“Just someone…,” he paused, with the far off look in his eyes again and then finished, “Back home. Someone special to me.”
“A friend?” Liri asked.
“Yes, but then, she’s more than that.”
“Oh,” Liri said understandingly, “And what is this person’s name?”
Happiness bubbled inside of Liri at Elladan’s words.
“Do you love her?” Liri asked hopefully.
“Yes. Ever since I first saw her, it seemed like I slipped into a trance. Every time I see her, I go back into that trance,” he said, “She’s very beautiful. Her name fits her perfectly.”
Liri wanted to then and there throw herself into his arms and embrace him.
This was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to her.
“But,” Elladan continued sadly, “I don’t think she loves me.”
“But…why?” Liri asked confused.
“She just doesn’t act like it. She completely forgot to go horseback riding with me one day. And the night we left, I sent a messanger to tell her to come to me. I wanted to tell her how I felt before I left; just in case I never came back,” he said woefully, “But the messanger sent word from her that she was too busy to see me. Now I’m afraid I’ll never see her again and that she’ll never know.”
Liri felt terrible. She wished so hard she could have said goodbye to him that night. Because she hadn’t, now he was afraid of never seeing her again. Liri wanted to cry. She wanted to tell him she was right there with him, but she couldn’t.
“I’m going to bed,” he said as he placed the uneaten bowl of food on the ground and layed down. He spoke no more.
Liri needed someone to talk to. She wanted Arwen there so she could just cry on her shoulder. She wanted Elladan. She wanted so many things right then that just seemed too far out of reach. She spotted Elrohir on the other side of the camp. She ran to him and took him a ways away from the other elves so they would be alone.
“Oh, Elrohir,” she cried, “I feel awful!”
“What? Are you ill?” he asked worried.
“No, no. I just wish I could tell him how I feel. And that it’s really me, not some elf named Melcor! And he doesn’t even think I love him!”
She broke into a sob as Elrohir hugged her.
“My poor sister,” he said sympathetically, “Your poor love-torn heart is still learning. You should tell him, but not now. Later in the journey, when it really counts, tell him.”
“I don’t understand,” Liri said through tears.
“You will,” he said placing a light kiss on the top of her head, “Now go to bed, you need all the rest you can get.”
She sniffed and smiled up at him.
She gave him a hug and then went off to sleep.
The next day was perfect, and the company rode off at dawn. It’s wasn’t too hot or too cold, and the golden rays of the sun shone down through the pale clouds; illuminating the land around them. It was about three hours after noon and Liri was engaged in a conversation with some of the elves she had made friends with, when a shout was heard. They all turned to see who had cried out, when a lone arrow sailed out of nowhere, and pierced Elrohir in the arm. He fell to the ground from his horse, unconscious and his arm bleeding. Liri leapt off her horse and ran to him. Elladan was already at his brother’s side.
“Is he alright?” Liri asked franticly. Elladan shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
All the elves readied their bows and aimed them at the attacker who ran out from behind a bush. They were all surprised to see it was a young girl of about thirteen years of age carrying a bow; a quiver of arrows on her back. The company relaxed their weapons, but they were all still trained on the young maiden. The girl looked at them in surprise, her eyes wide open in a mixture of fright and bewilderment of seeing the band of elves. She dropped her weapon as a sign of peace. Elladan rose from his brother’s side and spoke to her.
“Young one, what is the meaning of this?”
“I was out hunting. I’m afraid I mistook your friend as an animal. I’m very sorry. He should come around in about an hour,” she said, her voice wavering in fright.
“Why must one look so far out from civilization for food?” Elladan questioned her, still not sure of the girl.
“I am of the village Tirhand. We are very poor and it is all we can do to stay alive. We are right now in danger of an attack by orcs. We have few weapons and can not defend ourselves well. We are waiting for the sons of Elrond to come and aid us.”
“Well,” Elladan said, “I’m afraid you’ve just shot one of the son’s of Elrond.”
The girl gasped and looked at Elrohir’s still body.
“I am so extremely sorry. Will you forgive me?” she asked worried.
“Yes. It was a mistake, but next time watch what you are aiming at,” Elladan said, smiling at her. The girl smiled back.
“I’m Faya,” the girl introduced herself.
“I am Elldan, son of Elrond,” Elladan said and then turned to his brother and Liri, “The one you shot is my brother, Elrohir. And that’s Melcor.” Liri smiled warmly at the girl.
“I will lead you back to my village,” Faya said, “Follow me.”
It took about an hour until the company finally reached the small town of Tirhand in the kingdom of Rohan. All of the people of it were peasants, struggling to cope with cruelty of Sauron. Faya led them into the town where they were welcomed by the grateful citizens. They were given two houses, which were more like shacks, to stay in and a small provision of food that the people could spare for them.
Elrohir had come around about the time they entered the small town and one of the men of the village removed the arrow and bandaged his arm. He was introduced to Faya, who apologized several times to him. She was sincerely sorry, and he forgave her.
That night they all slept soundly and peacefully, tired from their long journey. They would need it, for they were all unaware of what was lurking for them, and the village, the next day.
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