Immortal Heart: Part IV
“What’s the danger?” asked Pippin, as part of the remaining fellowship
as well as King Theoden and his men strode up to Orthanc. “Will he
at us, and pour fire out of the windows; or can he put a spell on us
“The last is most likely, if you ride to his door with a light heart,”
said Gandalf. “But there is no knowing what he can do, or may choose
try. A wild beast cornered is not safe to approach. And Saruman has
powers you do not guess. Beware of his voice!” With this warning, the
group followed Gandalf the White up the stairs to Orthanc.
High above, Saderian opened her eyes, feeling that the time to go was
hand. She remembered Galadriel’s words, : ‘Magic is upheld by the
but when the will is distracted, so the magic weakens.’ Saderian knew
what she meant now. Taking her hidden dagger into her hand, she slowly
climbed to her feet. She sat a minute, using the wall to steady
Then she threw herself at the door, which burst open.
Saruman had been too preoccupied to remember to keep up the spells on
her door. Saderian went down the stairs to her right, hoping that when
he had emptied Orthanc, he had rid of his guards. She eventually came
a chamber where she could hear Saruman speaking with another voice.
name Worm came to her ears and she leaned against the wall, listening
Saruman raised his voice to speak to those outside.
Saruman was distressed to see those gathered outside. He had lulled
them in with his voice, but it was always one of the blasted company
broke the daze. He paused and looked at those gathered when his spell
had been broken another time. He had nearly addressed each of them,
his gaze fell on the one elf present, standing next to Aragorn.
“So I see the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf is here!” he
shouted. Saruman had one last card to play. “I can see in your heart,
wise elf, that while you rejoice with being reunited with some of your
companions, you are yet filled with sorrow. It has been many months
since you last saw the one you loved, and the Lady’s words have filled
you with disquiet for some time.”
Legolas seemed uneasy. Saruman grinned, knowing the elf was listening
to him. “Yes, you fear greatly for her life. Let me reassure you that
she is alive. Her wounds run deep though, for the she-elf Saderian has
been a most uncooperative prisoner.”
Legolas went white and his legs gave way. Aragorn caught him before
fell and helped steady the elf. Saruman was encouraged by the reaction
and went on. “See, she was a spy, sent to watch on Isengard months
And though she did put up a fight when my orcs found her, she
fell. I am sure that you would have wanted to be there had you heard
screams of pain.”
Saderian could not stand to listen to him any longer. She turned and
walked into the hall where Saruman had his back to her, the man called
Worm nowhere in sight. Grasping the hilt of her dagger as best she
could, she threw it at Saruman. But Saderian was weak, and her aim
The dagger planted itself in Saruman’s shoulder as a result.
He screamed with pain and rage. “You wretched girl!” he shouted.
Turning, he jerked his staff at her and sent her flying to the wall,
a case of glass. She dropped to the floor as the sharp shards pierced
her skin and Saruman pulled the dagger out of his now bloody shoulder.
Below, Legolas had watched the action. With a shock, he knew he
recognized that dagger: it belonged to Saderian. “Sade!” he shouted,
trying to push away Aragorn’s arms so that he could go help her, but
man wouldn’t let him.
Saruman looked down at the elf, not noticing as Saderian crawled away
toward the stairs leading outside. “Yes, your precious Saderian is
Though now I will personally see to her death.” It was at this point
that Gandalf took charge, knowing that Legolas was near desperation.
Saderian struggled to the stairs, her strength waning. She soon
in a puddle of her own blood, falling down the steps in front of the
door. She cried out in pain, her voice matched with Saruman’s as
cracked the wizard's staff. Saderian grasped the railing, pulling
herself to her feet. With a last effort, she pushed open the door and
saw the outside for the first time in months.
Legolas could feel his heart breaking when he saw Saderian. Deep cuts
were on her face and her clothing was bloodstained. Aragorn finally
him go and he ran toward her. Saderian collapsed into his arms and he
nearly became sick when he found her to be far too light.
“Sade,” he whispered, hardly believing that she was injured. “You are
going to be all right.”
“No I’m not Legolas,” she replied hoarsely. “You and I both know that
my wounds are too great.” She paused as her body was racked with
“I am sorry that I did not stay with you, I wish I had. I have missed
you these past months.”
Tears began to stream down Legolas’ face and those that were watching
bowed their heads. “I have missed you as well Sade. There will be
plenty of time to catch up on things though. We have many centuries to
spend together, Melamin.”
A weak smile spread across her lips. “If only that were true. I am
going to the Halls of Mandos, Legolas.”
“No!” he yelled. “You can’t go Sade! You do not belong in the Halls;
you belong in Mirkwood with me! You cannot leave, for you take my
Saderian smiled again. “Legolas, you are my friend, my love, and my
husband. Forever will I think of you.” Legolas cried out with pain as
the last breath left her body and the light from her emerald eyes
Aragorn moved to Legolas’ side, trying to keep his own tears from
spilling over. “My friend, she is gone,” he said gently, placing a
on the elf’s shoulder.
Legolas only held the body in his arms, not moving.
Legolas was stricken with grief with Saderian’s passing. Nothing that
anyone in the company could say could cheer him up. It was many hours
until Legolas left the she-elf’s side. Even then they could tell his
face was tearstained and his step was not as light as it used to be.
placed her body on a pedestal of sorts, telling Treebeard that he would
return for her once his task was done.
From that point on, he did not speak of Saderian, knowing that he
fail miserably if her death distracted him. He did not want to leave
side, but he remembered how Galadriel had told him to finish his
and he would.
It was only after the destruction of the One Ring that his thoughts
returned to her. Aragorn noticed the change in his friend’s eyes and
questioned him about it one day. “You do not seem yourself, Legolas.”
Legolas shook his head. “Indeed I am not. Now that the time of
is done, I am beginning to think of what I shall do. Saderian is no
longer here, and I wonder what is left for me. I do know that soon I
must return to Isengard.”
Aragorn nodded. It pained him to see his friend so lost. His own
wondered if the elf would die of grief. “When do you plan to return?”
“Not for several days,” assured Legolas. “I would not miss your being
wed to Arwen, for you are still a dear friend. I will think the matter
through once Mid-year’s Day has passed.”
Legolas stuck to his word, for it was a joyful time for all. It was
the Eve of Mid-year that a group of fair people were said to be riding
from the North, and many gathered to greet them. It was the elves
themselves, for the household of Rivendell were at the forefront.
Galadriel and Celeborn were also there, come with elves of Lothlorien.
The last to come were Elrond and Arwen, riding last in the procession.
Many greetings were offered as they entered the City. It was only
they had begun to depart that Legolas turned his eyes to look to the
that they had come. He shielded his eyes and saw a white horse in the
distance, pulling something behind it. There was not a doubt in his
that the horse was Neara.
“I brought her here,” said Galadriel to him. “You need not return to
Isengard, for I fear the pain would be too great.”
He nodded and watched as Neara came closer, finally stopping in front
him. He moved to the cart that held a body with a white cloth draped
over it. He pulled it back to see Saderian’s face, peaceful and
“We tended to her wounds,” Galadriel went on. “For we ourselves could
not look on such a noble warrior held in such a grievous state.”
Galadriel backed away and Legolas ran his fingers down Saderian’s face.
A tear slid silently down his face and he pulled the cloth back over
He turned to see the elves watching him. He faced her once again and
closed his eyes, letting the words come from his mouth.
“Tari Saderian, vanima ve I’uial. Yassen mallokse ar pilin beleg re
nurt manke re tir’ksh yassen n’uma gorga. Dae utuhe. Huine maphe.
dagorre. N’uma hosse sanhe, n’uma moore caelhe. Amin talant elee
yassen niire ten’ Saderian I’vanya lemba I’palurin. Lirimaer, poikaer,
astalder, mela en’coiamin. Saderian I’silma en’I’ilmen, kaim e’
“What did he say?” whispered Merry, trying not to disturb the moment.
Aragorn heard him and quietly translated the elven tongue to him.
“Queen Saderian, beautiful like the twilight. With golden hair and
strong she went into hiding where she watched evil with no fear.
found her. Darkness grasped her. But she fought. No army could take
her, no blackness hold her. My fallen eyes are filled with tears
Saderian the fair left behind the world. Lovely one, pure one, valient
one, love of my life. Saderian, the starlight of the night sky, sleeps
Without warning, Legolas fell to his knees, clutching his chest.
Aragorn, Gimli, and the hobbits ran to him. “What has happened?” asked
Sam as the elf was laid on the ground.
“He is dying of grief,” replied Aragorn grimly. “Legolas! Look at me
Legolas!” The elf’s breathing was labored and his eyes were almost
unseeing. “Life goes on Legolas. You still have your friends. Time
“Not without her,” he choked out, his breath becoming shallower.
Frodo looked up, pained to see his friend near death. His breath
in his throat and a slight gasp came from the crowd, though the elves
just smiled. The others looked up and their eyes widened with
The hobbits backed away and a woman clad in white kneeled down.
“Legolas,” she said, bending over him. Her golden hair fell down to
brush his cheek and he turned his head weakly. He looked right into a
pair of emerald eyes and took a deep breath.
“Saderian,” he whispered as if he couldn’t believe it.
She nodded and smiled. “I could not stay in Mandos, Legolas. I chose
to leave, chose to come and spend my life with you as I should. Thanks
to the Lady who healed my wounds, I could return to my body. You have
stay here Legolas, for now I am here as well.” She leaned down to kiss
him and the others averted their eyes in respect.
Legolas’ strength seemed to return to him in the next few moments.
help from both Saderian and Aragorn, the elf rose to his feet. He
and held Saderian’s fair face in his hands. “Sade, an eternity without
you is not worth living. You alone hold my immortal heart.” He pulled
her to him and closed his eyes, content with the fact that she was in
The next day, Aragorn wed Arwen, and they became King Elessar and
Arwen Undomiel. Much celebration took place the next few days, and
Saderian came to know all of those Legolas had traveled with.
Legolas himself had quickly healed, regaining his strength. He had
to let Saderian out of his sight, slightly scared that she would fall
back into the Halls of Mandos. When they departed from the city, soon
return to their homes for a brief while, he looked over at her, calmly
He knew he had nearly died of grief that day. Seeing her so pale was
too much for him. He now knew that he loved her with all his heart.
Some of the elves might call him rash, having known her for less than a
decade. He though, could not deny his feelings.
Gimli cleared his throat behind him. “Maybe I should leave so as to
give you more time with your wife,” the dwarf said with a smile.
Legolas laughed. “That is quite all right friend. We have all our
lives to be together.”
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