Title & Chapter Number: A Rose Not Yet Withered 1/10
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing exept the humble biro that I write with.
Warnings: Slight O/OC slash
Betas: None
Cast: Orophin, Haldir, Rumil, Celeborn, Galadriel and Glorendil (My own character)
Timeline: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Their peace is dwindling, their protection has lessened and evil can enter now in many disguises....An Angst/Tragedy fic involving the Elves of Lorien.
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Chapter 1 ~ The Letter
"My brother?" Rumil called after Orophin as he all but ran down through the corridors near their rooms.
Orophin turned so he was facing his sibling and shook his head sadly. "Nothing yet, Rumil" he said "Let him be. He has enough on his mind, that is obvious. Ever since he got that letter this morning, well, he just hasn't been the same."
"Haven't you even spoke to him?" pressed Rumil
"Nay, I have not. But I do not need to. From what I read of his expression this morning, I understand what has happened."
"What has happened, Orophin" said Rumil with a note of panic in his voice.
Orophin laid a hand gently on his brother's shoulder.
"You do know that in the past months, our brother has been often going into the forest at night and not returning till the early hours?"
"Yes, I do Orophin, but that's beside the point. What has Haldir going for a night-time stroll got to do with anything?"
"Everything." replied Orophin, solemnly. "You see, Rumil-" he broke off suddenly, ears quivering as though trying to detect some far away sound.
"Get behind that pillar!" he hissed to his brother.
"Wh-"
"Just do it!" Orophin gave his brother a tough pull and yanked him behind the nearest wooden pillar where they stood, waiting and watching.
"What are you doing?" whispered Rumil
Orophin shot Rumil a warning look and put a finger to his lips signalling for him to be quiet. Rumil looked up at his brother, puzzled. Suddenly he understood.
On the far side of the balcony, a dark figure emerged silently from one of the rooms. It looked around for a few seconds and then wandered off into the night until he was barely a pin-prick in the distance.
"Where's he going?" said Rumil "Orophin, tell me, please. I have a right to know. In case you"ve forgotten he is my brother too."
"Stop it!" snapped Orophin, his voice raised slightly.
"Stop what?"
"Losing your head like that. It's precisely the reason I haven't told you what's been going on because I knew this is how you"d react."
"I"m pleading with you Orophin. Tell me. If you shall not enlighten me then I shall go and speak with Haldir about this."
Orophin sighed. "Alright. I"ll tell you, Rumil. But only because I do not want Haldir being more grieved than he already is."
"Go on" encouraged Rumil.
"You remember the young Elven maiden that left Lorien a few days ago?"
"Daealiea? The one who was hand-maiden to Lady Galadriel no more than four months back?"
"Indeed. It is Daealiea I am speaking of. She and Haldir have been meeting secretly for the past months. He slips off at nightfall, only to return when day first breaks the next morning."
"And?" Rumil looked at his brother expectantly.
Orophin sighed a heavy hearted sigh and looked up into his brother's darkened eyes.
"She's dead."
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NB ~ Daealiea pronounced "Day-a-li-a"
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