A Half Elf's Love

A Dead Friend

Come morning we journeyed into a forest. Merry and Pippin were supposedly inside. My head was spinning inside the forest. It was so hard to stay upright. The rising in my ears was dull, and some things flashed in front of my eyes, memories almost. I wasn't sure if this was something my father had or my own thing. Rúmil had to hold Elladan up every few hours as he let out pained moans and whines, trying to hold himself together. My hand brushed along some decaying bark, and the white light blasted me. I was somewhere, but the armor didn't look familiar. It looked old, similar to the pieces Elrond had showed Aragorn and I of his old armor. There was a battlefield. The elves were Silvan, as most had red and brown hair. They were battling orcs, and losing. There was a male elf with blonde hair. His helm was knocked off and I saw Legolas. Legolas was standing in the middle of battle, looking panicked. He shouted something in Sindarin. He looked towards a set of massive black doors that the orcs were pouring out of. He shouted something else in Sindarin, his eyes wide in panic and fear. He was going to lose. I let out a panicked scream as a blade pierced his armor. He fell down, his head lolling to the side. The battle ended after many hours more of bloodshed. The elves that were left buried the bodies, and I wept as they placed Legolas in a hole, putting a crown on his chest. Time seemed to pass, and the ground beneath my feet grew damp, and swampy. The bodies buried began to emit little flames. They were horrible. The place felt evil. My eyes were drawn to a light. I walked towards it, reaching out to grab it. I fell in, screaming at something I couldn't see. I jolted awake as Aragorn held me, brushing back hair from my face.

"Delia!" I squirmed out of Aragorn's grasp, clutching my throat and trembling on the forest floor. "Delia please, what happened?" All I could do was stare at Legolas. He was going to die. My body trembled a little more as I retched up whatever I had in my stomach, which wasn't much. Rúmil tried to check on me but I pushed him away weakly. My brother knelt beside me, rubbing my neck gently. "Deliadis you're safe. Elladan will be alright. Everything will be alright." I shook my head, looking back up at Legolas. I spoke softly, my voice hoarse.

"I saw...I saw your death." Legolas just stared at me. He muttered one word.

"How?" I recounted what I had seen. Legolas stared at me in confusion. He spoke softly, his eyes scanning the forest. "That...was how my grandfather died. The Battle of Dagorlad in the Second Age. He was never buried in the Greenwood. My father had him buried where he died. The land is now the Dead Marshes. No one goes there, not even the orcs. My father told me you can see the bodies of the fallen elves, preserved under the waters surface. Deliadis...you saw the past. There is no way for me to die that way. You saw King Oropher of the Greenwood." I just sat there, shaking a little. This wasn't right. A branch cracked. Legolas turned his head, speaking quickly. "Aragorn, nad no ennas!" (Something is out there!) My brother left my side, joining Legolas.

"Man cenich?" (What do you see?) Legolas spoke quietly, his body tensing.

"The White Wizard approaches." My brother whisper shouted while grabbing the hilt of his sword.

"Do not let him speak. He will put a spell on us!" We all armed ourselves, ready to attack. A white light flashed in front of all of us. I wasn't having a vision this time, but this was almost worse, because it hid a foe. I let out a shriek, diving behind a tree. My eyes were killing me. I listened to the conversation taking place, only for me to recognize the voice speaking to all of us. It was Gandalf. I stood, running out from behind the tree and practically throwing my arms around him. After so much grief and stress it was nice to see that someone wasn't dead.

"Deliadis! I never thought I would live to see the day you would hug me." I chuckled, keeping a hold on Gandalf. He couldn't go. Not anytime soon at least. Not until Elladan was safe and the Ring destroyed. After everyone had a chance to reunite with Gandalf, except for Rúmil and Elrohir, who apparently knew he was alive in the first place and didn't bother to tell us, we informed him of everything that had happened, including the things with Elladan. Gandalf shook his head and quickly walked by me, seemingly ignoring the issue at hand. Gandalf continued to walk, speaking to my brother. My heart kept sinking deeper and deeper. "One stage of your journey is over, another begins. War has come to Rohan. We must ride to Edoras with all speed." Gimli spoke up, having gained his courage once more.

"Edoras? That is no short distance!" Aragorn spoke to Gandalf, casting his eyes to me and Elrohir.

"We hear of trouble in Rohan. It goes ill with the king." Gandalf spoke back, his white robes swirling through the forest.

"Yes, and it will not be easily cured." Elrohir and I were sharing the same look, except he had someone to calm him, unlike me. I stormed up to Gandalf, blocking his path. "Deliadis, move."

"No. Not until you say something about Elladan." He just stared at me. My heart kept breaking. "Please..." My voice sounded so incredibly broken. Gandalf's gaze softened and he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Unfortunately my dear, Elladan will have to wait. He will be alright. I am sorry, to both of you." I nodded and stood beside Elrohir as Rúmil hugged him. I tried to numb my heart. Numbing things would work. It always did. I steeled my heart away, saving what little remained of it from more ache.