Niniell o Lórien

               “Eithel, hanna-cin.”

The conflict between the Sindarin and the Noldorians stretched all the way back to his father’s time. Oropher’s mistrust and dislike of them was popular among the elves, so Thranduil didn’t blame her for appearing to be extra polite. But he had closely followed the relations between a host and guest, so regardless of the disagreements between their people, he would make sure that no harm would come to her.

While she perceived the presence of the giant spiders as a symbol of his failure ( and unfortunately for her, he thought that it was what she was implying, thus helping him understand why his father disliked her people so much ), the Sindarin possessed no magical abilities. Unlike her mother and the Lord Elrond, neither he nor his father had been gifted with magic. It was through their warriors’ skills and their heightened senses alone that he had managed to bring all of his people within his walls, with only minor injuries to show for it.

               “A gracious offer, yet one that I must decline. We have                 settled well within our walls and intend to deal with                 the beasts as we see fit.”

With a nod, he summoned one of the elf maidens, who would serve as Lady Niniell’s escort during her visit to Mirkwood. Her chambers were in the west wing, and her guards would have comfortable rooms near the kitchens and stables.

                 “I have had your rooms prepared, but if there is anything                   else that you require, please do not hesitate to ask. Your                   injured comrade will be tended to.”

Indeed, Haerelon had been whisked off to the healers the moment they had arrived in Thranduil’s halls. The broken bone had already been mended, and he was instructed to stay in bed for a few days until it was healed. That was the message that would be relayed to her after dinner, but for now, he invited her to dine with him and his people.

While most of their food had been grown within their home, there were other special dishes and treats from the surrounding areas. Roast meat from Rohan, juicy fish from Laketown, and sweet fruits supplied by Beorn. It was a hearty meal and could help cheer even the gloomiest and weariest traveler. Sweets would be provided after dinner to serve as desserts, and he instructed that the chocolate platters would be evenly distributed along the table.

Legolas sat on his right hand, with Niniell on his left: the customary place for the elvenking’s honored guest. Sometime between the final course and dessert, he turned to her, his half-full goblet of wine on one hand.

                     “And how are your parents, heryn nin?”

To her it sounded horrible that they liked to stay so isolated from the rest of their people. Especially since there were dangerous monsters roaming close to their doorstep. She blamed it on pride, a trait that most liked to attribute to humans and dwarves but she had seen it often enough with the elves as well. You just had to look at their history where pride had wreaked havoc with a lot of their lives.

Yet, she was determined not to be perceived judgemental about the topic either.

Despite the rumours about him, she did feel welcomed by Thranduil. Over time her image of him had been distorted by stories and she had imagined him much colder than he now appeared to be. Of course he wasn’t about to figuratively let his hair down, but he didn’t seem look down on her either, which was something she had been worried about.

“ Of course you do.  I have never witnessed anyone with such skill as your warriors. Those creatures are a challenge and they dispatched of them expertly.” she meant her words, she had seen how hard it was to fight the spiders, but she had little to compare it too, since she hadn’t joined a lot of battles inside of dark forests with enemies that were this adapt to hunting there. 

Sadly their incredibly skills weren’t enough to take back their forest. It would kill her to see her  Laurelindórinan wither away. Or being imprisoned by them in the very heart of their home. It was unthinkable. She would rather burn it all down than have these beings of darkness taint and corrupt the light that was there. 

“ My parents are doing wonderfully. In a few weeks my mother is going to travel to Imladris, to visit my niece and nephews.” she was very fond the children - though by now they were of course all grown up, but in her mind they were still children,  maybe because after her sister had left she had been there to fill some of that void. 

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The giant spiders were a plague upon the elves of the Woodland Realm. Twice they were forced to move from their halls to avoid being overrun and overwhelmed, and it seemed that each nest they destroyed was quickly replaced with two more. It was a losing battle, but under the elvenking’s supervision, they persevered. Thranduil rarely left the sanctuary of his home, but his son, Legolas, was part of the welcoming party that was supposed to escort the Lorien elves. Unfortunately, they were attacked by three giant spiders a few miles from the halls, forcing him and his companions to fight.

By the time they reached the end of the Elven Path, the other elves were nowhere to be seen. If it weren’t for the clear tracks they made, it would have been almost impossible to find them in time to rescue them from another group of spiders. One of the elves seemed wounded, and he was immediately flanked by two woodland archers, who kept one of the spiders from dragging him away. They knew of the GRUESOME death that awaited the spiders’ victims. A fate they wished to spare any elf from. Legolas slid down one of the webby strands, landing on the head of the biggest spider.

The impact forced the spider down, embedding its pincers on the soil. Two arrows were nocked and fired into the back of the spider’s head, killing it. A final sword stroke from another of his comrades ended the battle, and only then did he lower his bow and sheath the arrow into his quiver.

                “Lady Niniell.”

The daughter of the great Lady of Lorien was called, until his gaze focused on the elf maiden holding a vial of the Light of Eärendil. Around him, the wood elves were helping the fallen elves to their feet, and others stood watch. Legolas paused a few feet in front of Niniell and pressed a hand to his heart.

                “Mae govannen. My father awaits your arrival.”

The walk back to the woodland halls was more peaceful. However, the blacked, gnarled trees kept the GLOOMY mood until they were a few miles away. The evil that contaminated the realm hadn’t reached that far yet, allowing the visitors to see what Mirkwood looked like during the days of Oropher’s rule. The doors to the halls opened at the prince’s call, and he led them into his father’s throne room.

Thranduil paused mid-pace, turning his head slowly once they came into view. While Legolas stood to one side, his hands clasped in front of him, he moved forward to see the visitors clearly.

                 “I was informed of the attack. No one was harm, I trust?”

Even as he spoke, he began studying the elves, his brow wrinkling a little when he saw the small lump on one of the elves’ ankles. A sprained joint, most likely. He beckoned one of the guards forward and had him take the wounded elf to the infirmary. While that was happening, a few servants entered to place plates of fruit and goblets of wine.

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When the other elves descended upon the spiders, Niniell started to breathe again. She hadn’t even noticed that she had been holding her breath, an automatic preparation in case she had to use her powers.  But while the danger wasn’t over for them until they were in Thranduil’s halls, she knew that if she had to use her powers now, the Sindarin would be able to get them to safety after.  Luckily none of that was necessary.

“ Gin suilon” she replied in kind to Legolas and inclined her head in a bow that was appropriate to their station, then she closed the distance between them and gave him a warm but short hug. It had been a long long time since they had last seen each other, she wasn’t even sure where that had been but she guessed that it had probably been at a celebration of an important nameday in Imladris.  If the situation hadn’t been this informal, of course she wouldn’t have greeted him this way, but if an old friend helps you after you got lost in the woods, protocol could be pushed back until you reached civilisation again.  “Thank you for rescuing us. I can see that the rumours about the spread of darkness in these woods are ringing true. I am deeply sorry to see it.”  With that, they followed Legolas to his home, keeping mostly quiet so they wouldn’t draw any more attention from the spiders onto them until they reached the part of the forest that had not been touched by time or by the hatred of evil beings from their past. 

Niniell marvelled at the sight of it. It was so different from her home, yet so similar. And it made her feel foolish. Some part of her had yearned for a change, but seeing what change had brought to these woods, she was reminded that you had to be careful what you wished for. 

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Once they where in the halls  and then in the throne room she inclined her head again, and curtsied just a little. She was aware that there were tensions between Thranduil and the Ñoldor and she would not give him a reason to think that she perceived herself above him. 

“  Mae l'ovannen Thranduil Oropherion, Le maer?” she greeted him and waited until he started to speak again and therefore to pronounce the first part of the greeting to be over.  “ Noone was harmed in the attack. Haerelon was injured by a fall. Legolas and your soldiers came in time to protect us from the spiders. I thank you for your hospitality and aid and  hope we didn’t arrive at a bad time. While it wasn’t the subject of my coming here, we are at your disposal if you feel my, or the abilities of my men, can be of service to you.” 

It was a difficult path to walk on. Offering help directly might make him feel like she felt he couldn’t deal with the spiders on his own - which in all fairness - he apparently hadn’t been, since he hadn’t been able to remove them from the woods, but not offering her magic might seem like she didn’t feel like he deserved it.  So she choose to offer it as an exchange for room, bed and food. While it was his duty to give all those things to her since he had accepted her visit, it was still polite to offer to pay for it in the form of support. 

“ 𝓨ou are too kind. Thank you.” she said and was relieved that she didn’t have to leave and find a new hiding spot. “ I always tend to forget your work with the healers. I think we should go there together some time. I always love to see other healers work and see if I can learn something new. The older one gets, the harder it seems to find new paths on your own. You just start to settle into a routine that will become hard to break, less you react quickly.” she smiled. She wasn’t truly old for one of their kind, but she wasn’t exactly young either. 

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𝓣here was really little other reason to be out here than to get some peace and quiet. It was too far off, too hidden for someone to just accidentally end up here. 

“ 𝓘f you wish, I can leave, for you have been here before me. I will find another place to write. Though, I might ask you if you are here because someone is looking for you. Not because I want to intrude, I just want to know, in case I run into that person.” she said and winked at her, to show that she would keep her secret. 

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So he had rode out with the other elves, ignoring his symptoms, even as they worsened, demanding his attention. 

Finally, they made him collapse altogether. Bruiduin drifted in and out of consciousness, only half-aware of what was going on around him.

“ 𝓖ood Morning.” she said with a smile. The fever was almost gone, whatever temperature remained would subside on it’s own, so she went on to remove the compressions. 

“ 𝓨ou have made it to Imladris, which I have been told was your destination. There is no need to rush your recovery, unless you have another urgent matter to attend to.” she put the cloths into the bowl that held the cool water she had used with them and carried it to another table, bringing back a plate of fruits and bread instead, to put on the small table next to the bed.