Ashes ⇝Legolas

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A BIT OF PAST

"Nesryn, Lady Galadriel requires you." A soft voice snapped her awake, being so close to at last falling asleep that she whimpered a quiet whimper as her eyes snapped open. Legolas stood there, expression solemn yet still much less tired looking than the woman did herself.

"Thank you." She mumbled, rising herself up to her feet heavily, tiredness coating her pale features that had began to gain some color as her poisoning faded.

She let a small smile draw her lips upward, before she erased it so quickly it did not matter at all as if it was not even there after which she brushed past the Elf to the stairway to upper levels. Nesryn did see him return with a smile, such a small gesture they had shared yet Nesryn was quite sure it had been, well at most years she had smiled.

After the many hours underneath the protection on Lothlorien Elves and healing she gained no matter the rather unwelcoming and defensive stance she had taken, Nesryn did feel better. Of course, aside the still visible paleness, at least she did not feel weak anymore which quite well she did notice as her feet carried her up the flight of green and gray stairs. Above her, slow lights of fireflies mended into rather dark blotches of sky and lighting up danced in woman's eyes like many stars. Nesryn took time to admire the statues and beams above gates of wood, for she had heard many stories of how magnificent Elven homes were.

At last, she entered a room- most natural it looked to her, trees wiping over the starless sky above and moss so perfectly place between floor of wood and brown of mud, trimmed to be just a barrier between the two as it grew toward a small well in the middle. The water there was still, it shone clearer than anything Nesryn had ever seen before, inviting just to take a look at what it could offer as the woman then lost all control of herself- and stepped forward.

She was sure to step, each move faster as she leaned over the tall well into the expression of herself, staring back with two crystalline eyes which could melt into the water. Nothing happened for a while, only did she stare into the depth, yet as she was about to give up the water began to swirl, transforming into a sight as clear as daylight. A sight of fascinating statue, who knew how tall it was which showed a man and woman both regally looking.

The man, he held an orb of fire above the skin of his stone hand, it never burning nor hurting him and the woman, she was made to be beautiful. Truly fascinating as her hair tied into a long braid reached almost to her waist, her features soft looking no matter that they were made of stone and her hands holding a bow, nocked in it an arrow as the wood swirled and lined on its end, in Nesryn's eyes a wonderfully crafted weapon.

And so, a fire erupted, swallowing the magnificent figures in its merciless waves, fading it to crumbles and dust. She heard screaming around herself, mortifying wails of pain and torture as they became louder and louder, even so she did not hear anything else but that. And amongst them, one word, a long screech, almost a wail. "Dragon, dragon!" The voice cried, then as quick as that died into another one- another wail, another cry which was not intense, but soft and fading. It was a true cry of overpowering emotions, sadness and pain as the scene changed to fire of burning fields. There amongst the lifeless corpses and wood sat a familiar figure, smeared his hands in blood were and blue eyes full of tears as one person he held in his arms lay motionless. That one person was no other but Nesryn herself.

She could not take it anymore, the screams, the pain, suffering as she broke the connection that well held over her and crashed to the ground. Voices faded, cries were no more, blood wiped away- she sat there, her mind running over the images she just saw and yet still it was unable to process what it had shown her.