The Tale of the Lindelemacil - 02

"Great tales we have heard of our mother, of the places she had been and the battles she had fought in. But the only tale of detail came from her own faint voice that was taken from her upon the lands of acursed Angmar. Yet still it burns, the fire, the spirit of a warrior that will not take defeat. It burns in us. And it burns in you, Elensell." Anticipation. Morielen had finally learned that that fear she bore was not fear, but Anticipation. The excitement before approaching danger. The will to face it and overcome it, no matter the cost. And with that anticipation, Morielen crossed Anduin and entered Mirkwood, that, which her brothers to this day still dared call Greenwood the Great. And there she fought valiantly, but not for long. She was called back, and thus she escorted the injured back home to Lothlórien. And there she found the reason whe was called back. And there she stood before one of the Captains of Lórien. "You realize then why you are here?" he asked her without expression in tone or face. She did nod softly. "And you know the law for such crimes?" again she gave a nod, watching the captain. It was his son that wooed her long ago, wasn't it? "Then tell me, Morielen-" "Gwilwileth. You are none of my brothers, Master Gillathron, and I am no longer a child." He shifted slightly at her tone, at the confrontation she was giving him. It was very much unlike the name she bore now, and only with some hesitation did he nod. "Gwilwileth then. Tell me what I should do with these laws. Tell me how I should punish the one responsible." Morielen tensed, her glance faded in to the distance. Her voice was soft: "I take responsibility, that does not change. But whatever you say is fit of punishment, I shall take it. I did not vouch without thought, nor will I undo it, nor will I speak against whatver choice you may make. But one thing I wish to say." "Speak then." "Should a child be punished with death for not knowing the rules yet?" The captian was startled at this, even more so at the seriousness in her tone. And then all his masquerade broke, and he sighed and shook his head. "What whall I do with you, with all of you? Your brothers brought grief and threat to us in their travels, your father brought sorrow and troubles upon us by knowing little of love, and your mother- you children are as your parents. You bring ill upon this forest yet you love it beyond all understanding! You were a child when you left, a child in heart. Now you are like the Lindelemacil before she became Silmenioma. What should I do with you, with the will that can not be led, with the heart that can not be changed, with the mind that will cut through all defense? What will I do with you, Lindelemaciliël?" Morielen faced the captain in thought. "Speak as you would to a child that did wrong. She will not harm the wood any more, and the past ills can not be undone. I would bid you to speak more of my mother, but my punishment shall be that I will hear naught of you; and I shall be sure to never again allow anyone enter the Wood on my own behalf, dispite all the pain it brings me. Sorrowful it will be and punishment it is." Long did the captain watch her, try to find something that he could grasp about this minstrel - this warrior. But in failing such, he let it be so, and thus judgement was spoken on the young elf for the misdeeds of the companion she brought to Lothlórien. "And it burns in us, Elensell, bright and strong, and it leads our minds to determination. Such was the Lindelemacil. She was an ill captain and none dared stand beneath her, lest she crush them with her might. But proud were all those that stood beside her, and she defended them with a might unknown to many. None she dared call her friend, yet many did she protect with her rage, her fury. And she had no fear, Elensell. Mother had no fear."