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Date Posted: 23:37:59 04/29/03 Tue
He followed the valet out of Rivendell's grounds and into the forest beyond. After his initial outburst his face had resumed its usual mask of uncaring distain. It was not seemly to show emotion infront of Vomyr, it would give his servant to much of a hold over him. Even so a mix of fiery anger and icy panic filled his veins. He was not in control of this situation and it scared him. It was a strange and altogether unpleasent sensation. Why was it whenever he encountered his sister things slipped away from him?
Perhaps its because you care about her and about nothing else.
It was a sobering thought and one that distracted him from the immediated situation with which he was now faced.
Even lost in his thoughts Lia's elven ears picked up the slight displacement of autumn's leaves under careful foot. He smiled slightly as his senses told him at least half a dozen men hid in the trees, probably holding weapons aimed at his head. It would be an amusing distraction to watch them try and attack him but one at the moment he couldn't afford. The surface of his very skin tingled and every part of him told Aralias she was here somewhere, very close. Closing his eyes to block out the physical world Lia focused on the men around him. As his soul touched theirs he shuddered. These men were fouler that he could ever have imagined, one of them had murdered his own mother for five silver coins, another had abused countless children, another... he pulled away repulsed. They deserved the death he gave them. He felt no guilt at extinguishing their life forces and even managed to grin cheerfully at Vomyr as the noise of falling bodies reached the valet's frightened ears.
"Friends of yours?"
Vomyr could only shake his head in stupified silence.
The smile vanished as quickly as it had come until his face matched the cold in his eyes. "My sister, Vomyr. Where is she?"
The reply emerged as a squeak. "She's your sister?"
"I believe we've just covered that. What you seem to have neglected is her location. Now Vomyr, where is she?"
Faeirex's body lady within a clearing, surrounded by a thicket. She was dressed as he had seen her last, her face peaceful in contrast to the anger that had flamed from it then and it seemed as if she could be sleeping were it not for the blood that stained one side of her tunic, deep vermillion against the green. As he pushed through the brambles desparately towards her a half sob of anguish escaped him. He broke into the clearing and then into a run until he could kneel by his sister's still form. Tentativly he reached out a hand to touch the skin that was as pale as morning and as cold as his heart. The silky down of her cheek met his fingers and once more the sob of rage and sorrow emerged. He didn't try to surpress it. Gently he traced the line of her hair down towards her neck. The pulse was so faint that even as an elf he would've ignored it if he had not possessed powers beyond those of mere elves. She was alive if only barely.
Scooping her into his arms Aralias rose. Her head rested against his chest, like a trusting child.
A dead child.
The leafy scent of her hair just served to remind him of how long ago it was since he had held her last. She was but a hundred, he recalled. Vomyr was still watching them and now he was joined by the remainer of the villians who had not been part of the ambush. They had seen his outburst logically they would die for this outrage and yet with Fae cradled in his arms Aralias could not bring himself to just wipe them out as he had their comrades.
"Just get out of here," he hissed.
"Aren't you going to pay us?" one of the uglier and apparently stupider men asked.
"I have given you your life, surely that is worth more to you than silver or gold. Now leave this place before I change my mind."
* * *
Faeirex lay on the large wooden table in his room. Kneeling by it, head buried in his hands Aralias wept. No longer was it the catch in his voice from the forest. Now it was the heartbroken cry of one who has lost everything. The last three hours had been spent feverently applying every spell he had even learnt to his sister's inanimate form. And yet still she lay peacefully dreaming as his soul was torn apart.
One last desparate plan remained. Three hours ago it was unthinkable, now with Fae in his arms Aralias hurried through the halls of Imladris towards the rooms of the Lord Celeborn. Gently he laid his sister down on Celeborn's bed and with a desparate tone he had never heard himself use before beseeched the blonde elf with all the sincerity he could find within himself. "Help her. Please."
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