The Raven [A Legolas Fanfiction]

Chapter Five

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The song I attached is called "Believe" by Mumford and Sons, and I think it perfectly captures the inner struggle Silmarwen goes through in this chapter.

So sorry for the long wait; I'll try to update again before Christmas. Please excuse any mistakes. I didn't have time to thoroughly edit this because I wanted to get it up as soon as possible. All feedback is welcome! Okay I'll shut up now...

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Silmarwen's ears twitched as she began to come to consciousness. Muffled voices reached her ears as she tried to discern what they were saying.

"Are you sure she is? What should we do with her?"

"I will be positive once she opens her eyes. I would recognize the eyes of that warrior anywhere."

"Do you think..." the voice trailed off when the speaker noticed how the sleeping elleth's form twitched. She lay stretched out on a blanket by the water's side where they placed her after fishing her from the rapids. After removing her feathered armor and seeing the extent of her wounds, the figures decided that she needed immediate healing. "I think our visitor is waking."

The Raven's eyes blinked slowly open. The sight that greeted her was indeed confusing; for even through the blurry vision, she could tell that she was seeing double. Or was that two creatures of the same look and why did they seem familiar? A gasp was emitted from the being -- she recognized them as elves -- on her right.

"It is her."

"Why are there two?" was all she managed to grown in response as she lifted an aching arm to rub her bleary and bloodshot eyes. A slight chuckle came from the ellon on her left.

"Why is that always the first thing they say? Can they not manage a "who are these extremely beautiful creatures"? If it was I being awoken by two gorgeous twin ellith, I would be much more inviting!" he teased with a playful glint in his eye.

"Elladan, you are missing the importance of my statement! It is her," the dramatically more somber ellon repremanded.

Elladan waved him away, "We will-"

"I must go!" the Raven cut him off while trying her best to spring off the ground but barely succeed in standing up. With a groan of pain, she fell back down into the waiting arms of Elladan.

"Be careful, my lady; you have obviously been through much are still extremely weak. My brother may be skilled in healing, but he has not mastered the art of bringing back the dead; so I would suggest not pushing yourself," he comforted the writhing elleth as he eased her back to a sitting position on the ground.

"You do not understand. You cannot see me! Where are my weapons?" Silmarwen continued to franticly look around for her items.

"Please be still. We are Elladan and Elrohir, sons of Elrond. You are safe with us." The elleth calmed down enough for him to continue, "We saw you floating down the river and rescued you. I noticed that you were near death and brought you back."