"Oh good morning, grandmother! You startled me!" My grandmother had snuck up on me as I was planting more flowers in the garden. I smiled at her, but she only looked sad. "What's wrong, grandmother?" I was concerned now.
"I have terrible news Ithilwen. You must sit." I sat down and waited for whatever she was about to tell me. I was scared. "Ithilwen, your father and mother have both fallen in battle. Your mother is alive, though she barely clings to life. She will surely die. I am so sorry."
My eyes filled with tears and I could not believe what I had just heard. Though my mother angered me greatly, I did not wish her to die. My father was my best friend, now what would I do? My father raised me without much help from my mother. Mother done her best, the best her cold heart would let her do. I never knew why mother was so cold hearted. Nobody would tell me anything other than she has a horrible past. I love my parents and now they're gone.... But mother is still clinging to life.... I could still save her!
"Grandmother, how far away is mother?" I demanded.
"She is at Minis Tirith. It would take you much time to venture there. I would not allow it."
"I'm not asking grandmother. I must go to the aide of my mother!"
She then sighed and said finally "If you must go, Ithilwen, then I won't stop you. Here, take this orb." She handed me an orb and I realized that it was a transporter orb. "It'll take you anywhere you need to go." She finished. I looked up at her and smiled. I love you grandmother, I will return with mother. With that, I whistled for my horse, Delilah. I climbed on top of her and with my eyes closed I wished to go to Minis Tirith.
When I opened my eyes, I could see it in the distance. I was only a few miles from it and I quickly rode toward it. I was determined to see my mother and save her life. My father was gone, I wouldn't lose my mom too. I am my mother and father's only child, only I was nothing like them. They were both strong fighters and knew what they were doing in battle. Not me, I was just a simple elf. In human years, I am 1000 years old, but in elf years I am only 16 years of age. I've never had to fight anything in my life because my mother, father, and grandmother protected me. I was my parents biggest secret, and I hated that. I wanted so much to meet my grandpa Elrond. Mother speaks so fondly of him.
I rode hard until I met the gates of Minus Tirith. I used my magic to open the gates and rode straight in. There was chaos everywhere, many dead and I looked for my mother. I could tell a great battle was soon to begin, I could feel it in my core. It scared me because I could not defend myself. I then spotted the White Wizard. He'd know where my mother is!
"White Wizard!" I called out, riding towards him. He looked at me confused, but then his face changed as if he realized who I was.
"Ithilwen! Hurry come, there is not much time!" I followed him without question to the infirmary. Bodies were everywhere. People screaming out in pain, it was a scary place to me. How does he know of me? And as if he'd read my mind, he answered me. "Your mother told me of you just before she fell."
"What happened to her and my father?" I asked.
"Uri-kai killed your father at Helms Deep. Your mother gave him a proper burial. He is at peace." I almost began to cry, but I remembered what mother taught me about being strong in tough situations. I've never seen my mother break, she was always strong. Hardly ever did she crack a smile.
Finally we came to a bed at the end where I saw my mom lying there, pale from blood loss, cuts and bruises all over. She looked lifeless, I could no longer hold back the tears that forced themselves through. My beautiful mother, once so strong, now looks so weak. I sat down beside her bed and just caressed her beautiful hair. She had brown wavy hair and mine was blonde like my father's but wavy like mother's. She was cold as ice and I knew it would not be long. I buried my face into her neck like a child and cried. I think I stayed that way for what seemed like hours.
