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Rhylin and Laeriel
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Date Posted: 19:20:39 06/19/02 Wed
He cradled her close. "It's alright now. I'm here." He pushed her sweat streaked hair back from her face. "You had a vision? I thought..." he looked away embarressed. "I didn't think that was possible."
There were so many voices in Laeriel's head, she could hardly distinguish Rhylin's as his own. Even when she realised what he said, though, she did not understand what he meant. "What are you saying? We have to help her! She wants to die, I know she does. She told me so, she let me feel her pain. We must help her now! I can't let her die...he still loves her," she said.
He stroked her face gently, recognising the signs of the vision sickness he had experienced so many times before. "Don't worry. We'll help her I promise" he told her. "But we have to worry about Laeriel at the moment, ok love? Are you alright?"
He spoke to her in simple words, yet she still did not understand most of what he said. She pulled him close, burying her head in his neck, "I'm fine, it's her we need to worry about. She feels so alone, Rhylin, as if no one cares for her. She needs to know that someone still cares, or else she'll die. Very soon," she said. Suddenly, she remembered. She looked up at Rhylin, "She is with-child. She will not die until he is born," she said, almost mechanically. Then she relaxed and rested her head on his shoulder again.
"We'll go; just not now. First we need to wait until your well again." She twisted her head and stared at him; feverish eyes wide. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine." An arrow thudded to earth, inches from Rhylin's left hand which clasped Laeriel's right. Instantly a clear flame sprang from where the dart had impacted. The faery's eyes searched franctically for the bowman but no one was in sight. One arm slid under Laeriels waist as another arrow landed. The flames surounded them. Quickly he picked her up. "What's going on?" she asked dazedly. "Nothing," he lied and extended his wings. Laeriel's slender form weighed almost nothing as he took to the sky away from the gathering ivory flames.
Laeriel felt herself being lifted off the ground. Only when they were in flight did she realize what was going on. She suddenly felt herself becoming more aware, "But, wait, Sahrien, Arracus, Derrion! Where are they? Are they safe?" she asked panickedly. She began to struggle a bit, she was too weak to even call on her own wings. "We must go back and find them!" she yelled.
"There's nothing we can do," he soothed while trying despartely not to drop her struggling body. "The best thing you can do now is get to safety." You're in no condition at the moment to battle with fire. They'll feel better knowing your ok." He alighted on one of the lawns and laid her down gently on the grass. "So, what did you see?"
He said they could do nothing, yet Laeriel did not believe it. She could not let herself leave them there. She could feel him lay her down gently onto the ground, still cool with morning chill. She could feel the frustration welling up inside her, something was wrong. She could not make sense of anything. Some distant part of her uderstood that she was not well, but the rest of her could not. "Are you sure they will be okay?" she asked, looking deeply into his blue eyes, her voice barely above a whisper.
He started to reassure her but even with her like this he couldn't lie that dramatically. "I don't know. We can only hope."
Laeriel cast her eyes downward. She knew she could not help them. The best she could do was tell Rhylin what she had seen. She looked up into his eyes again, "I saw her, she was beautiful. Brown hair that fell past her shoulders, grey eyes that looked like stars twinkling in the night. She is hurting, she let me feel it. It felt-" Laeriel paused to find the words: "It felt like something was eating me from within. I wanted to die, life had no meaning or reason. Except him, he needed to be born. She could not-cannot-let him die. He means everything, he is her only reason to live," she finnished. She moved her eyes towards the distant flames, she could hear the commotion. Her sharp eyes saw a few people rushing to snuff the flame, but it was imposible. She could see this fire was different, it was caused by magic.
"She will live to see him grow then," he felt relief wash over him. He could offer Laeriel this small comfort at last. "Do you know her name?"
"I know not her name. She's like... and Evenstar. That's it, an Evenstar," Laeriel said.
"Arwen's dying?" the urge to rise and run to the king was strong but Rhylin fought it back. "No you must be mistaken. Elessar loves her. She can't be dying." But even as he said the words he knew they were untrue. Hadn't she told him herself that night in the stables? Even so he had assumed she was just being melodramatic. But dying? "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm no less sure of it than my love for you!" she said, rising into a panic, "I tell you, she will die without him. He hurts so badly she can bear no longer. She thinks he does not love her, she doesn't know, he thinks she does not love him. Please, we must find whoever he is and tell him, before it's too late!" she looked pleadingly at Rhylin.
"We will." Whether the king will listen to two trespassers in his castle is questionable. The thought remained unsaid however and he smiled down at her. "You should sleep. The vision sickness will not wear off for a while. I'll be here while you sleep. And hey," he grinned with a humour he did not feel, "don't get too good at this vision thing or I might be out of a job, alright?"
She smiled, though she did not know what the king had to do with any of this. She also did not know why he was talking about visions. "Alright," she said, kissing him softly. She curled up in his arms, she felt incredibly safe. As long as she was with him, nothing would hurt her. Sleepyness overtook her, and she gently drifted away into dreams.
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