Silmarilion Shorts

Lindon And Beyond

The journey is long, and I moan as Fangorn moves as fast as an ent can. Which, when in haste, is pretty fast. Faintly, I hear a rumble, and then I am placed on the ground. How I am still conscious surprises me, the pain is so intense. I'm so weak, however, that I can no longer react to my surroundings. I know we are far from Lindon, so I fight the poison from within.

Within my body, turmoil ensues. I search for the poison carefully, finding it near my heart. The darkness threatens to consume me, but I shall not let it. The light of my feä shines bright as the sun, but I slowly fall prey to the ailment. I hear frantic voices, but ignore them. I know my only hope is to vanquish some of the foul poison.

"Eldûn! Fangorn, why is he not moving? He is close to death." I hear Elrûn. His spirit calls to me and I embrace it.

I feel his energy flood through me, and I use it to chase some of the poison, about half, up out of me. I force it out my mouth, and feel my body convulse. Horrible pain jars through me, and I hear my groans and howls of agony. When it is finally over, I blearily open my eyes. I am on my side coughing gently. Even the soft movement jars my body uncomfortably.

"Hanar? Are you well?" I hear Elrûn's desperate voice, and that urges me to take action.

"Elrûn." I mumble, just as a sickening heat passes through me. "I feel hot, brother." He feels my forehead.

"How are you still ill? You dispelled the poison."

"Not all of it Elrûn. Only some. In order to be wholly healed I must have the healing arts of the Lindar. How close are we to Lindon?"

"Less than a days ride. Fangorn stopped because he was attacked by orcs as well. It seems the forests are infested in these dark days."

"I hope our sister made it back to-to her love...h-he is our only hope." I mumble, the world growing fuzzy again.

"Hanar! Stay awake!" I hear Elrûn sniffle and I know he is afraid, and to be honest I am too.

"Make haste Fangorn." Dairon speaks quietly. "Do not turn back, he will not last long." I don't remember the rest of the journey there.

I wake up in a soft bed, surrounded by my brother, Dairon, and a very concerned ellon.

"I am Mîrrossë, I healed you. How do you feel my young one?" His Sindarin has an interesting accent and I'm intrigued by it.

"I am well, hannon lle, Mellon nín." I murmur. "Where do we go now?" Dairon's eyes grow far away.

"I know not. I think we shall continue traveling east, maybe even to the Cuvenion, may it take us an age." I can see he means it.

"That sounds good." Elrûn smiles. "I've always been curious about the east."

And so a greater adventure begins, of which not much is known.