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Title: Cold Winds Of Darkness (#1359)
Author: WildIvy
Chapters: 4

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Archive: Tolkien
Category: Alternate Universe (AU)
Description: Something just happened to me... And as a result this "story" was born. Come in and watch me playing around with Tolkien's characters :) This time the Lorien brothers and Elrond's sons, and maybe someone else... I would be happy to hear your opinion about it.
Published: 02 Nov 2004
Updated: 06 Nov 2004
Warnings: Don't know. Just... a bit of everything
Type: PWP?
Characters:


Chapter 1 - Prologue

Somewhere in the dark lands of Mordor a child was born. A child of light and purity that belonged to the Light and the Darkness in the same time. Before The One Ring was forged she was living in a constant safety but soon everything changed.

During numerous battles Sauron forgot this child caring only about enslaving more and more lands until The One Ring was taken from his hand.

He was defeated but not extinguished. He settled himself in Dol Guldur and sent his minions to search a child of an angel. He had forgotten her during his golden age, he could never imagine that there could be someone who would be able to dethrone him and now he was in a deep need of a new plan, a better plan that would help him to gain his previous power again.

"You called her after me, Lumen. You thought you could save her running to the far north of my land but you were wrong. No matter where are you hiding I will find my daughter and we will be united again.
Soon Aurona will be where she has to be - next to me. Our daughter, Lumen. Our daughter," his evil laughter filled the air and what birds were left around his new fortress took off and flew away never to return to this place again.

#~*~*~#

Lumen run away trying to save the child but wherever they went orcs stayed near and with every day the danger lurching from shadows came closer and closer. She often left one village to settle down in the next one trying to carry her daughter as far from Mordor as possible. She knew that she cannot save her forever but she had to try just this one time.
One last try just before her strength runs out...

#~*~*~#

Lumen left her grown-up daughter in a village of elves hoping to save her and continued her way alone. Her last gift to her bellowed child was a crystal pendant in a form of sun.


Chapter 2 - Part 1

"HAAAAAALDEEEEEEEEEER!" an angry voice run through the woods of Lorien.

Everyone who was in the training field turned to look in the direction where it had came from.

"Where's the fire?" Elladan raised his brow as the sound of beating hooves against the ground became more audible.

"Orien," Haldir sighed.

"Who?" Elrohir gave him a surprised look.

"Her," he waved at a rider who hurtled in the clearing as a storm.

Her hair was freely flowing in the air and she was dressed more like a warrior-elf than a she-elf when the twins noticed that she was no elf at all. She continued her crazy ride heading straight to the March Warden of Lorien. She halted her horse a second before it could have squelched Haldir.

"Where is Orophin?" she demanded.

"Who?" Haldir blinked.

"You know," she continued with a polite smile, "an elf with similar appearance to yours, usually barks when named Orophin," she smirked hearing the other elves laugh. "Your brother. Remembered now?"

It was obvious that Haldir could hardly keep himself cool when she called his brother a dog but he remained polite saying, "I do not know about that barking but if you mean my brother then I do not know where he is."

"Urkilid," she hissed silently and every elf near her shuddered.

"Why are you looking for my brother?" Haldir asked trying to forget the unpleasant feeling caused by the word she had said.

"Azira has fallen into a trap hole made by your brothers. I am searching for Orophin because I promised not to hurt your younger brother. Much."

"How is she?"

"Worse than other times."

"Why?"

"This time they were smart enough to put thistles in it. She will have scars on her face forever."

"What?" Haldir's eyes widened in shock.

"Do not worry I will not ask your brother to marry her because I will kill him first. And in case you find him in one piece be so kind to deliver him a message - when I will catch him he will die slowly and painfully," and with that she turned her horse around and darted away in the woods disappearing in shadows.

"Who was she?" Elladan still stared at the place she had disappeared.

"Was that the Dark Speech she used?" Elrohir turned to Haldir.

"That was the Dark Speech but who is she is her secret to keep and I have promised not to reveal it. If she wants to tell it to you that is a decision for her to make."


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Urkilid - damn elf

Please, do not mind my playing with the Black Speech :)


Chapter 3 - Part 2

"Are you all right, Azira?" Orien bent down to take a closer look at her face.

"I think so but the blood still keeps running and I cannot stop it," she whispered, as it was obvious that speaking caused her pain. Orien glanced at the blood-soaken cloth on the ground.

"I think I can handle it but it will hurt. A lot."

"I'll survive. I hope."

Orien laughed bitterly and took a piece of white cloth pouring it over with nicely smelling potion. She put the cloth lightly on Azira's face and slowly wiped it clear. Azira drew in her breath and winced.

"Shhh! Soon it will be over. There is just a small area left and then your face will be as good as new."

"Do not lie to me, Orien. We both very well know that these scars will stay forever."

"I could use my magic to..."

"NO! Leave your magic for something more important and besides if you will use it they will continue to set traps for you."

"But somehow you are the only one who falls in them. You know girl - you are a trap magnet. And just how do you manage to do it?" Orien tried to turn it into a joke.

"Don't know. I guess they love me more than you," she smirked.

"No, seriously. Why do you always fall in them? As I can remember you haven't missed any of them but I have safely avoided every trap."

"Must be your heritage," Azira silently spoke while Orien finished drying left cheek.

"You may have right because every time you have fallen into a trap I realise that I have been on the same path a bit earlier but there has been something that has made me to turn back or go to another path. It's like someone's guiding me wherever I go, whatever I do..."

#~*~*~#

"Nice beginning for your visit here isn't it?" Haldir smiled cheerlessly.

"Sort of," Elladan responded with a similar smile. "Is it always so much fun here?"

"Fun!" Haldir laughed bitterly, "My brothers are a bit obsessed with Orien trying to force her to reveal her powers."

"What powers?" Elrohir glanced at March Warden.

"I shouldn't have said it."

"But you did." Elladan assisted his twin. "So go on and tell us - what kind of powers?"

"I suppose that you will find it out anyway because my brothers do not know how to keep such secrets," he sighed. "She has quite specific magical powers."

"Is she an Istar?" Elrohir frowned.

"No she is not and that is all I will tell to you."

"Then..." Elladan started.

"No!" Haldir cut him off.

"But..." Elrohir tried to say but Haldir gave him a warning look. The twins started to laugh.

"All I wanted to say was that..." Elrohir managed to say between the cheerful laughter.

"...that we should go and see..." Elladan started to laugh again.

"...if the girl is seriously hurt." Elrohir finally finished the sentence.

"You mean Azira? Well that we can do if only we do not run into Orien."

"Why?"

"I prefer not to confront her when she is in THAT mood."

"Have you had some adventures with her before?" Elladan teased.

"Sort of."

"And?"

"You'll laugh."

"No, we won't," Elrohir promised.

"Well..." Haldir still hesitated.

"Oh, come on! Tell us!" twins insisted.

"Well, I accidentally injured her wolf during a battle with orcs and she gave me a death glare. When she decapitated the orc without looking at him but instead at me I had a feeling it was me who just had lost the head. Literally."

Twins exchanged their glances and started to laugh.

"I believe it is useless to ask you not to do this," The March Warden sighed seeing two agreeing nods. "But when you will be in a similar situation..."


Chapter 4 - Part 3

"Orien?"

"Yes?" she turned her head to look at Azira.

"Have you met Orophin already?"

"Today he is lucky."

"Please, do not hurt him," the elleth pleaded.

"Why?" Orien frowned. "He can hurt you but I am not allowed to revenge you?"

"Please! Maybe it is not his fault at all."

"Then Rúmil's? I own him some fair beating too."

"Orien! Do not dare to! Why are you so evil?"

"Evil?" she laughed. "I am not evil. I just want to give them what they have earned for hurting you but somehow you always ask me not to do it. Why?"

"I do not want that someone is hurt because of me."

"And if they hurt you?" Orien looked in her eyes.

"I let it go. They have not intended in causing pain to me or anyone else for that matter."

"Oh? Is that so?" Orien raised her eyebrows. "Somehow I'm not so sure about it."

"But I am and stop being so overprotective!"

"I am not!" she exclaimed but seeing Azira's look she sighed. "All right! I admit it. But it is only because I have not had fun for a very long time."

"Fun? You are having more fun than Lorien brothers together!"

"Not this kind of fun, Azira. I want to roam the wilderness again. I want to enjoy the wind of the never-ending fields in Rhun, dash through the thick forest astride a warg. I long even for cold mountaintops covered in snow. I miss that a lot and that is the fun I am talking about."

"A warg in Lorien would be a pretty odd thing," Azira snickered imagining her friend riding through the forest astride one.

"Especially with me on it?" Orien grinned. "I can only agree. That would be quite…disturbing for our always-perfect-Lorien-brothers."

They were still laughing enclosing the Houses of Healing when Orien noticed Haldir and some dark-haired twins with him. Obviously they had been waiting for them because the Marchwarden headed straight to them with the twins following.

"Are you seriously hurt, Azira?" Haldir asked inspecting the scars on her face.

"I am fine, Haldir. No need to worry. Orien already took care of me."

Haldir gave her a quick look before turning back to Azira. "I believe that those scars will heal fast leaving just unpleasant memories."

"No, they won't, " said a silent, angry voice.

"And why not, Orien?" Haldir looked at her in mild annoyance.

"Because it was forzunkbagûrz. "

"A what?" Haldir's eyes widened for the second time today and not only for the word she had used.

"It is a plant that grows in Mordor. I do not know how you call it and I do not think that you even know about it but it is a perfect thing to annihilate an elf. It is what orcs use for their arrows."

"And how could my brothers get it?" Haldir stared at her as if she would know the answer.

"IF they were your brothers who did it - didn't you forget to say that?" Orien crossed her arms.

"It does not matter. All I want to know is - how could anyone get that plant and hide it somewhere in Lorien?"

"How should I know? I am starting to think that those could not be your brothers because they are not so smart for this. But then again - why should someone use poisonous thistles against me if they do not affect me?"

"And what if someone does not know about the poison and thinks that they are just ordinary thistles?" one of the twins asked.

"Excuse my carelessness for I forgot to introduce you." Haldir finally remembered his manners. "These are Elladan and Elrohir, sons of lord Elrond o'Rivendell and these are Orien and Azira."

"Your khmm... "fame" runs faster than the wind," Orien smirked.

"What we unfortunately cannot say about you," Elrohir bowed slightly.

"You asked about thistles?" Orien asked.

"No, my brother Elladan did."

"Those thistles look almost as ordinary ones except for dark blood red rings around the thorn foot and one must be blind not to notice them."

"Then Azira must be immediately sent to the Houses of Healing!" Haldir stated.

"She has to stay there but these thistles were no threat to her."

"Orien! What are you talking about! She is an elf and you just said…"

"But what I did not mention that these ones were old and dry and therefore they could not kill her. Luckily those thorns are short and she had a thick clothing so they just left these scars on her face and hands."

"Anyway, she must be attended by a healer. Maybe there is some way that we can erase the scars. By the way where is she?" Haldir looked around.

"She headed for the Houses of Healing," Elrohir announced.

"There is only one way to heal them and she refused to use it," Orien turned to leave.

"What? What are you talking about?" Haldir turned to her but she didn't answer. "Orien! At least tell me what kind of remedy it is! Orien!?"

"Me," she glanced over her shoulder. "I am the remedy." She turned and ran into the forest.

"What did she meant with that?" Elladan frowned.

After a moment of silence Haldir gave him an answer: "It meant that only her magic can heal Azira but she has refused."


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Forzunkbagûrz - (forzunk/bagûrz - thorn-poisonous [Bl.sp]) - a poisonous plant growing in Mordor; maybe later I will find an elven name for it. Btw - this plant belongs to me (not literally :) ).
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