A Wanderer

I was running...though I knew not what I was running from. My mother had not told me. She had only told me that I had to get away, that I had to flee...that I might never see her again. And I hadn't. She was right. I barely remembered where I had come from, it had been so long since I had been home.

My long black hair caught on a branch. I struggled to get it loose. Ah...it has been so long since I have even been able to brush it... My thoughts returned to memories of home as I continued to struggle onwards.

Grandmother and Grandfather looking regal in their court dress....Uncle whistling blithely down the hallway...Papa swinging me in his arms....Mama smiling and singing me to sleep at night.... I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I did not see them coming. With one swift blow, they had knocked me to the ground. I feel, unconsious, and they stole from me the one thing I held dear....

Learning how to mela

Legolas took my hand and pulled me away. "I'm terribly sorry," I said to the new girl. "I was speaking to a friend before you came along, and we weren't quite finished. I'm quite certain any other fellowship member would be glad to answer whatever questions you may have.

We walked a lot farther than I had been expecting, until the fellowship was barely visible and even the keenest ears could not catch our words.

"Legolas, what is it?"

He took my hands in his. I braced myself for what I thought was coming.

But I was in no way prepared for what he actually said.

"Vanimle sila tiri," he murmured. "Oio naa elealla alasse'."

I stared. Compliments were not something I was used to.

"Amin mela lle."

"No you don't," I whispered. "You can't."

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Vanimle sila tiri = Your beauty shines bright
Oio naa elealla alasse' = Ever is thy sight a joy
Amin mela lle = I love you

(Sorry guys, I kinda forgot about this blog. I'll try a first post right now, but I don't know if I'll post often. I don't really know what I'm doing, so be patient with me! :))

As I was walking around aimlessly, I came across a group of men, hobbits, and elves. They looked pretty peaceful, so having nothing else to do and longing for company, I went to them and introduced myself.

I figured "Hello" was the best way to start.

"Hello, friends. My name is Eámanë Narmolanya. I am just a peaceful elf going anywhere, and coming from nowhere in particular. Where, might I ask, is your group headed? And, could I join you?"

An elf who introduced herself as Ella, looked at me quizzically and responded, "So you are willing to join us, not knowing where exactly we are headed?"

"If I remember correctly, I asked where you were headed before I asked if I could join you." I replied. I didn't mean to sound cold, but I was tired and hungry, not a good combination. "And if you are heading somewhere extremely unpleasant, may I at least ask for a bit of food and a place to rest for a small time. I am quite famished, and haven't rested since yesterday morning."

"Then by all means," Ella responded, "Please do have a bite."
She smiled and offered me some food, and I apologized for being so rude.

"Now," I started after eating a bit, "Would you tell me where you are going?"




(How's that? :) )

More To Worry About...

(Rosey, feel free to post your answers or anything if you'd like to...I just wanted to post again. :P )

Rosriel patiently answered every question I posed to her, until I could think of no more. It helped me to feel closer to my long lost family this way...even though I would never see them, knowing so much more about them...well I just couldn't put it into words. It was what I'd been longing for, since I was old enough to know the feeling of longing.

I released Rosriel from my interrogation, and stepped out of the group, to think.

"Ella?" Legolas asked.

I looked up.

"There was something...I was hoping to tell you...before the orc attack."

I tried my hardest not to show my disappointment. I'd been hoping he had forgotten. Or at least that he would have waited a little longer. I was enjoying my blissful ignorance. Sure I'd had my suspicions, but I always pushed them aside, thrilled with Legolas' friendship, and sincere in my belief that I needed no more than that. But if he were to marry...would our friendship continue as it was? How could it?

And I felt certain this was the topic he wished to speak to me about. It had to happen sometime. I always knew it would. Yet I still felt so unprepared for it.

"Ella?"

"Sorry. I...I know there is. But...if it's not too troublesome...Legolas, I would rather not hear it. Not yet."

"I must say it."

"But why, Legolas? Can not things continue as they have been? Until this adventure is over, let us continue to be good friends. Let nothing stop that."

"Is that what you want?"

"With all my heart."

He looked distraught.

"But..." I took a deep breath. "If you must...I will listen."

"It is not my wish to upset you."

"I know, Legolas. Just, say it as quickly as possible, and I will try to be gracious about it."

He bit his lip. "If it is that terrible for you I'll--"

"No. You need to say it. And I am willing to hear it. I want to. I'm your friend--friends listen when their friends need to speak."

Legolas nodded. "Of course."

After the excitement of our newest fellowship member had worn off, I took Rosriel--my sister! (it feels so good to say that word...to know I have a real, true, family...right next to me...someone I fit in perfectly with....it's amazing)--aside. "Did you know mother and father?" I asked. "Really and truly? Can you tell me about them?? There is so much I long to know."