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littlemanpoet · 05-13-2004, 08:42 PM

Uien lifted her head. Gorby and Anson were sitting beside her. It was night. She had been washing the forehead of one of her patients. Storm wrack rumbled in the distance, to the north.

"Loréatan!"

Gorby saw a sudden distance in her face. Her eyes looked upon some place far away. He nudged Anson and pointed at her. Both stared in wide-eyed fascination. Something was happening to her, and they did not know what. Something Elvish.

She had heard voices, clear; voice she knew, one man to whom her heart was tied as long as her life continued; and three others - her lips formed their names - Lira - Esgallhugwen - Lumiel! She reached for them with her mind, and flew more swiftly than the Eagles over the hills, into the rain and wind and lightning and thunder, to the fortress on the last hill, a black fortress. She flew to the minds that had called to her, three elven women, and one human man.

The two hobbits saw a tear gather and fall from Uien's eye. Anson frowned and wondered if she was thinking back to bad. Then her face changed to a look of horror.

Uien's closest connection was to Falowik, even though he was no Elf. She laid her awareness over his as carefully as she could, and saw what he saw: they were in a large chamber with a dais and altar to which was tied on his back, a man. Standing over him was a being who was wholly evil. Lira was dead, and Eswen stood over her, Lumiel joining them. Dead guards walked and swung swords with strength and quickness that could not be there's. Worse, an evil spirit took shape from the blood of many dead, and was forming it into a giant, bigger than any troll, but with the intelligent malevolence of a balrog. It was this demon that the Elven women fought, yes, all three, for though Lira was dead, her fëa lived on.

Uien urged Falowik to join the Elven women. He ran to them. All five joined in common purpose to withstand the despair of the demon. The demon walked free now, and came at the five of them, gathered in the center of the chamber while the others fought desperately against the inexorable dead.

Uien knew through Falowik that Falco crept closer and closer to the Mouth of Sauron; they needed to do something to distract the villain, before he slashed Eodwine's wrists and ankles - for it was indeed Eodwine of Rohan, the one they had come in search of. The bird! What of the bird?

Gorby and Anson watched Uien, whose face had gone pale and bleak, as if she had lost hope of healing all these patients. They glanced at each other, troubled, and shivered.

05-13-2004, 08:42 PM	#234
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Uien Uien lifted her head. Gorby and Anson were sitting beside her. It was night. She had been washing the forehead of one of her patients. Storm wrack rumbled in the distance, to the north. "Loréatan!" Gorby saw a sudden distance in her face. Her eyes looked upon some place far away. He nudged Anson and pointed at her. Both stared in wide-eyed fascination. Something was happening to her, and they did not know what. Something Elvish. She had heard voices, clear; voice she knew, one man to whom her heart was tied as long as her life continued; and three others - her lips formed their names - Lira - Esgallhugwen - Lumiel! She reached for them with her mind, and flew more swiftly than the Eagles over the hills, into the rain and wind and lightning and thunder, to the fortress on the last hill, a black fortress. She flew to the minds that had called to her, three elven women, and one human man. The two hobbits saw a tear gather and fall from Uien's eye. Anson frowned and wondered if she was thinking back to bad. Then her face changed to a look of horror. Uien's closest connection was to Falowik, even though he was no Elf. She laid her awareness over his as carefully as she could, and saw what he saw: they were in a large chamber with a dais and altar to which was tied on his back, a man. Standing over him was a being who was wholly evil. Lira was dead, and Eswen stood over her, Lumiel joining them. Dead guards walked and swung swords with strength and quickness that could not be there's. Worse, an evil spirit took shape from the blood of many dead, and was forming it into a giant, bigger than any troll, but with the intelligent malevolence of a balrog. It was this demon that the Elven women fought, yes, all three, for though Lira was dead, her fëa lived on. Uien urged Falowik to join the Elven women. He ran to them. All five joined in common purpose to withstand the despair of the demon. The demon walked free now, and came at the five of them, gathered in the center of the chamber while the others fought desperately against the inexorable dead. Uien knew through Falowik that Falco crept closer and closer to the Mouth of Sauron; they needed to do something to distract the villain, before he slashed Eodwine's wrists and ankles - for it was indeed Eodwine of Rohan, the one they had come in search of. The bird! What of the bird? Gorby and Anson watched Uien, whose face had gone pale and bleak, as if she had lost hope of healing all these patients. They glanced at each other, troubled, and shivered.