Awake...

I noticed something sharp digging into my back and realized that I had been laying there for a while. What happened? I couldn't remember. Sitting up slowly, I reached for my belt. The little dagger that I had strapped there was gone. Suddenly, the memory jolted me wide awake. They knocked me down...then, they must have stolen Tiri Huor! Ay... I grabbed a tree branch to pull myself up, but a seering pain forced me to the ground again. My ankle must have been broken. The middle of nowhere...no people....not even a road...wait....is there a road somewhere near here? If I can only get to the road, then someone will find me.... Rolling over on my stomach, I began to crawl.

I was walking through the forest wondering what I should do next. Should I ask permission to join them? It's not like I have anything to go back to. With a heavy sigh I tried to block out the haunting memories when I spied Legolas.

"You look terrible, cousin," I stated.

Legolas looked up with sad eyes, "You know, we are so far apart we really can't even be considered cousins."

I shrugged. "What's wrong? Ella?"

"Yes. She doesn't love me......but love her more than anything."

I slowly nodded my head knowing what he meant, "Yeah.....I know."

"I'm sorry Turwethiel."

"It's okay. You're the only one who knows what I went through, and what I still hold deep within my heart."

"What are your plans now?"

"Well, I was wondering that myself. I don't have anywhere to go really."

"Why don't you travel with us?"

"Do you think they would accept me? They don't know me."

What's the Elvish Word for "Uffda"?

Things have gotten awkward around here. I never thought I'd want to be out of Legolas' presence, but...it's not easy being around him. Not that he's doing anything to make it thus. The simple knowledge that me being here is causing him pain--hide it as he may--well...

I have all but made a decision. I'm not quite sure how to go about doing it, but I believe it will be best for everyone. Well, everyone but me. I've never liked being on my own.

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."

Let me introduce myself......(my first post!)

Rosriel and Ella are running hand in hand, when they bump into a tall, female Elf, in a dark green dress, holding a bow.

"What’s the rush?” Chuckling, “You two seem much exited about something."

Both the girls answer at the same time, "We're sisters!!!"

Me, with a smile, "Well, I suppose that is something to be excited about. I take it you just discovered it?”

Rosriel exclaims, “Yes!” But Ella only stares at the Elf a bit cautiously, “Um....would you mind telling us who you are?”

With embarrassment, “Oh excuse me! My name is Tûrwethiel Merliwen, cousin to Legolas. I am one of the Greenwood Elves who came to your assistance.” With great grace, I curtsy and smile.

Wait a minute.. you're my WHAT?

I awoke from a troubled sleep and horrid dreams to a pounding head and Aldarion's worried face bending over me. Groggily I realized he was shaking me and calling my name. "Ow!" I moaned.

His face brightened with relief. "Rosriel, you are awake!"

"Which is to be regretted," I groaned again, trying to sit up. "Oh my head! What happened?"

"After you caught Elanor.."

I sat up quickly. "Elanor! Where is she? Is she alright?"

Aldarion pushed me back down again gently. "She is fine, though with a sore head as well, I imagine." He smiled.

I sighed with relief, "Then what?"

"She knocked you over backwards and you both crashed into this tree."

"Ouch," I rubbed my head. "No wonder it hurt's." I looked around, realizing something suddenly. "Wait, the battle, is it over?"

Aldarion helped me up, explaining, "We were close to being overwhelmed and had all but given up hope when a band of elves appeared in the nick of time and chased the orcs away."

I smiled, "How kind of them."
Seeing that I was alright now, Aldarion walked away to check on the others. Realizing I was a mess from rolling down the hill, I began brushing the leaves and grass from my dress and combing my hands through my hair. I touched my neck to fix my necklace where it lay hidden beneath my gown when I paused. "My necklace!" I gasped, "It's gone!"

Frantically I began shaking my dress, hoping it would fall out from somewhere. Ella came to see what was wrong.
"My necklace, it's missing!" I cried, searching the leaves now in desperation.

Ella bent down to look as well, "What does it look like?"

My hands pushed twigs and grass aside as I began describing it. "It is silver, a silver butterfly with wings of ruby, sapphire and mithril, small and..."

Ella's cut me off, "Does - does this, happen to, be it?"

I looked up at her strange tone of voice. "Yes!" I exclaimed with delight. "Oh yes! Thank you ever so much!" I grabbed it from her and gave her a hug all in one motion. "You don't know how much this necklace means to me." I looked up from fastening it around my neck and saw the strange expression on Ella's face. "What? What is it?"

She stared at me. "Your necklace, where did you get it from?"

Curious, I explained. "My father had a necklace like this made for my older sister, and when I was born, he had one made for me as well. I've never seen any other necklace like these."

"Your sister," Ella's voice cracked. "Your sister, where is she?"

"She dissapeared, a year after she was born." I looked closly at Ella, who had begun to cry. "Why do you ask? Is something wrong?"

She shook her head, reaching towards the neckline of her dress. My eyes widened as she pulled out a necklace identical to mine. "Why! Where?" I gasped.

Ella's voice shook, "When Elrond found me, I was about a year old. He said this necklace was around my neck." She began sobbing, "You are - we are..."

Realization dawned upon me and I shrieked, "You're my sister!" Sobbing and laughing we fell into eachothers arms. "It's you, it's you, it's you!" I kept repeating over and over.

She laughed. "Oh blessed orcs!"

We laughed and giggled and cried. "Come on!" I pulled her up, "Let's go tell everyone!"

"The whole world!" Ella cried.

Together we ran happily towards where the rest were gathered.

~Rosriel