Mistril could hardly walk without losing consciousness. On her right side was Legolas, who was really almost carrying her to the basement. Gweluven was on her other side, bridely carrying Illion whose knee had just been snapped.
"He's so...so angry," Mistril gasped, her eyes burning.
She wasn't aware but Legolas could feel her mark burning the flesh. Once they arrived in the healing rooms, Mistril sat on the bed and she was chained to it this time. When Lord Celeborn came into sight she could feel this sudden wave of annoyance fall over her. She growled at him like an orc and tried several times to free her hands.
"Do you really believe I can be kept down here now that he called for me?" She asked through gritted teeth. "You are weak. You don't know what is happening in the world."
Miluinir was the most shocked elf in the room. He had known Mistril to be very calm from the moment he found her awake in the Halls. That image was crumbling as she was showing them her true colours.
"Give her something to calm down and keep an eye on her. Be wary even when she is asleep." Celeborn said before he signed for Gweluven to put Illion in a different room. "She is incredibly dangerous so be careful."
"How dangerous can she be, though? We are in Lorien." Was the question many young elves were wondering but only Elrohir had the courage to ask.
"She could kill us all in matter of minutes." Celeborn answered before he left.
Elrohir and Elladan glanced at each other before they turned to Legolas. The wood elf looked like he was ready to chain himself to her.
"You know what this means, right?" Elladan started, "He has returned. No, he didn't even leave. We were naive to think peace will be kept forever."
"She will not go to him. She has someone she can hold onto this time." Arwen sounded very sure for someone who only recently met Mistril.
For most elves, that reason was Legolas. For many years they believed Legolas, her saviour, was that glint of happiness that she needed in order to be saved. They weren't wrong but they weren't completely right either.
Legolas chose to sleep by her side. Mistril was heavily sedated and looked like she was dead because her chest was not rising as a sign she was breathing.
"It's such a sad sight. He took it upon himself to guard us from her." Mumbled Miluinir as he stood in the doorway with his mentor.
"Is he really? Look at the way he grasps her hand, at the way he fell asleep facing her...he is protecting her from us. He found her to begin with so who are we to damage this person he brought back to life?" Gweluven explained, smiling softly when he noticed her waking up.
Mistril opened her eyes and figured there was something a lot heavier than a chain around her. She looked down and sighed as she saw the platinum blond hair of her favourite elf. She could barely get her hand from his and softly caressed his hair, like an older sister. She was old enough to be his mother but she preferred not to think of it like that. It made her feel bad for herself, for letting herself hope for a good future. Noticing her own mark and the way it seemed to taunt her, Mistril moved her head so that she was facing up. The ceiling was white but if she closed her eyes, it was all red.
"Will she be alright? Will we be safe?" Elladan asked his brother as they sat in the garden of Lady Galadriel's house. Arwen was on the bench while Elrohir was pacing around with a thoughtful expression. Elladan was picking grass, his own mind bothered by what he had seen. "I can't believe we saw the Shadow."
"Whether we like it or not the Shadow is part of her. It was probably her only identity, the only thing she knew back then. But she has us now. I'm sure father would say the same thing." Elrohir commented making his sister smile proudly.
"What about Lady Galadriel? We're in her land right now, not in Imladris." Elladan added pondering on a rock he found.
"The Lady knows that Mistril would never harm any of us."
"Tell that to Illion. He has a fractured leg and cannot fight or even walk for a while."
Arwen narrowed her eyes at her brother and scoffed.
"He had it coming. He shouldn't have egged her on." She replied, "Mistril can control herself. She has a reason to fight against her darkness."
"Legolas. He seems to be the only one able to keep her conscious." Elrohir approved with a nod. As long as Legolas was around there was a chance or else they had to call for Glorfindel.
Arwen looked down at her hands and thought about the real reason Mistril was ardently fighting to keep herself normal. Love was such a strong catalyst.367Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8wts1o7Xpg
