Longing

Out of Darkness

Blackness. All she could see was blackness. Was she dead? What happened?

Lothiriel awoke. She was being carried on some creature. A horse? A warg? She did not know. Her vision was blurred and almost as soon as she awoke she blacked out again.

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Again Lothiriel awoke but this time to a blinding white light.

"W-where.." She stuttered unable to get anymore words out.

"Hush dear child you are safe now," the white light subsided, revealing Galadriel, the Lady of Light.

Lothiriel was met by a sharp pain throbbing through her entire body as she tried to rise. She dropped back down onto the bed, her face scrunched in pain earning her a gasp from a healer that was in the room.

"No my Lady! You must not get up! You are wounded and must not exert yourself!"

The healer went to fetch a glass of water for her. Lothiriel looked around her, inspecting her surroundings she realized she was in the healers flets. The room was light and painted white, decorated with a few flowers in vases around the room, she must have been in a single more private room as hers was the only bed, to her left was a set of drawers with her belongings sitting on top and to her right a chair with the most magnificent creature seated in it that was the Lady Galadriel herself.

The healer returned with a glass of water, she didn't realize how thirsty she was until she gulped down the whole glass in mer seconds. She found it much easier to speak, "My Lady what happened to me? The last thing I re-"

"I know my dear. I foresaw what was to come so I sent my greatest warrior to your aid, thankfully he arrived just in time or I fear.. Never mind, I am glad to see you recovering and still with us." Galadriel gave a glowing smile that would make even an orc melt into a daze.

"Thank you my Lady, I am in your debt," Lothiriel put her hand on her heart and bowed her head.

"Do not thank me," an Ellon stepped through the door, bright golden almost silver haired like most of those who dwelt here in The Golden Wood, unlike most elves he was quite broad with large muscles, their shape visible even through his armour. "Thank Haldir, Marchwarden of Lórien." Haldir smiled and nodded as his name was mentioned.

"Please, there is no need for thanks here it is my job to protect others and I would gladly come to your aid again if needs be Lady Lothiriel," he placed a hand over his heart and bowing in the traditional elven greeting, "I am afraid I must leave you and attend to some business that needs taken care of, I hope to see you soon once fully recovered as I hear you have quite the reputation my Lady but for now namárië [farewell]" her turned and exited the room, grey cloak and golden hair swishing behind him.

"I must leave you now too, try and get some rest for now and I shall return tomorrow to speak with you again and see how you fare, namárië dearest Lothiriel and may your dreams be pleasant and peaceful." The Lady of Light placed a kiss atop Lothiriel's forehead before exiting the room more gracefully than she had thought possible even for an elf, her beautiful golden hair flowing down her slim back to her waist.

Lothiriel was soon in darkness again. This time more relaxed and not against her will.

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"Ah you are awake my lady!"

Lothiriel awoke feeling well rested for the first time since she left Rivendell.

"Did you sleep well?" The healer began to inspect her bandage around her head as she spoke.

"Yes very much so,"