Saving Middle Earth

Clues to the Past

By the Valar we survived the night, the battle is done and we have survived. The men are bringing in the wounded there is so many. I walk among the rows of stretchers, moaning and the stench of blood fills the air. These poor souls, most are men some children and a few elves. Women run the halls searching for their men. Such devastation, who would hurt all these people. Looking around I notice a strong blond Ellon, in fine armour, I feel a connection and go to him. He seems so familiar, do I know him. He is in bad shape with a wound in his back and head. I know I have to help him somehow. I place one hand on his chest and one on his head, something takes over and I begin to chant a spell. I have no idea where this came from, but he begins to stir. I get up and leave not wanting him to see me, though I do not know why.

Haldir POV
It is so cold. I can feel the life draining from my body. This is the end. I pass this world, maybe my sister and parents will be waiting for me, though I do not know if they are dead or alive. My breathing is slowing. Suddenly I feel warmth pass through me, soft hands on my head and heart. A voice begins to whisper, with each word spoken I feel stronger and more connected to my body. I know this voice could it really be, is my sister with me now. As quickly as those hands came they are gone and slowly I begin to wake. There is no one near except for other wounded people and their families. Surely I did not imagine this, but I must have, though I know that was my sister's voice and healing song. I have seen her heal many and know those words as if they were my own.
"Mellon nín a hûn
Ui el i na dannen ann nín
O' leithon gurth"

"My friend and heart
Eternal star that to the fallen my gift
Release him from death"