Lady of the Elves

Chapter 5

Promptly after we were dismissed I returned to my room, avoiding all who had been there. On my bed lay a pair of black pants and forest green tunic. I walked into the bathroom and slipped on the clothes. I inspected myself in front of the mirror. The pants clung tightly to my legs and the tunic with long sleeves reached to my mid-thigh, also hugging tightly to my body. Both were a bit tight for my liking, but that meant they would not get in my way in a fight. In the wardrobe, (which was so gigantic it could have hidden a whole country in the back and I still would not have known) I found my weapons and cloak. I belted my weapons to my waist and slipped the daggers into my boots and other hidden locations. I returned my cloak to its previous positions, tugging the hood over my head.

I stepped over to the door, softly resting my fingers over the knob when I hesitated, looking back. A small dark object lying on the floor next to the bed caught my attention. I removed my hand from the knob and picked up the item. It was a scroll that looked rather new. Pulling it open I read the title, "A Lament for Verya"

"An elven maid, with hair aflame,

Came silently to join us,

A youngest daughter, she came

A lady of the elves to whom we gave our trust.

A bow like a blur,

With swords that flew,

Her aim was sure,

And her sword hit true.

Leaving us she went to join the battle,

To fight for a dwarven kingdom,

Forgetting an age old hassle,

To defeat Smaug, the proud, the fearsome.

A laketown bowman helped her out,

Defeating the dragon with a single black arrow,

His help she could not do without,

But still the length of her life grew narrow.

The elves of her home,

And the men of another, came

While she sat waiting in dwarves broken abode,

Proudly she refused to fight, ignoring both sides blame.

Her hopes came true as they did not fight,

Though her desires, like her life, did not last,

And to all's greatest fright,

The orcs came without warning, and came on fast

Bravely she fought and protected,

Until she was summoned by the king under the mountain,

She followed him bravely, and they were expected,

By the orcs at the top of the mountain.

Protecting the line of Durin she fought,

And deep was the wound she received

As her destiny was wrought,

Her life was in two was cleaved,

Lost she still remains,

No grave to remember her by

And those she knew still grow with pains,

While high upon the mountain does she still die.