Once again, my sister is gone

I opened my eyes slowly and rolled over, catching a glimpse of the sun rising over the mountain peaks. I looked heavenward, not a cloud in the sky! A perfectly lovely day for walking, talking to my dear sister Ella and making the new members of fellowship feel welcome.

As I got to my feet, smooth piece of birch bark fluttered down from the sash about my waist. I bent and picked it up. It was addressed with my name at the top. Curious, I began reading. Why would someone leave me a note?

Mara mesta, my sister. I must leave you and our friends now. I do not plan on returning, but I hope I will see you again someday. I am not sure where I shall go, and I need to be alone, please do not follow me. I hope you understand. Ná Elbereth veria le, ná elenath dín síla erin rád o chuil lín.

I stared at the note, hoping against hope that what I read was an illusion, a dream. I read it over and over again, my hands beginning to tremble. Ella, my sister, she could not have disappeared again! I had to follow her! There were skilled trackers amongst the Fellowship, Aldarion, Elrohir or Legolas....

Legolas. Could he have been the reason my dear sister had left? I recalled how he had upset her not too long ago when he had tried to reveal her curled hair without her consent. My face flushed angrilly. I would kill him if he was behind this!

My emotions flew faster than my thoughts, provoking me to I run towards where Legolas was sleeping in the manner of the elves. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him, waking him from his thoughts. "You did this! I know it!" I shoved the letter in his bewildered face, starting to sob. "It is your fault that Ella left!"

He stared in disbelief. "Ella, she, has left?" His voice trembled.

"Do not pretend that you are clueless!" I was beyond caring that the rest of the camp had awoken and was staring at the scene I was causing. "I am sure it was you! You are always upseting her! And now she has left!"

His face flushed, from a guilty concience I thought. "Rosriel, you must calm yourself."

"Calm myslef?" I stared at him. My voice grew quieter and cracked. "I just found my sister, a part of my family that I have always wanted and never had, and now she has just left! Gone in the night!" My voice began rising again. "And you tell me to calm myself?"

I could see the hurt in his eyes, from what I knew not, yet his face took on the most annoying expression of patience. "Yes I am. You are making a scene and a fool of yourself."

At that moment I hated my cousin so much that I lost my head and did something I had never done to anyone, ever. I raised my hand and slapped his face just as hard as I could. I caught my breath. What had I just done? I stared at the red mark on Legola's cheek, feeling everyone's eyes on my back. I stepped back, feeling so ashamed of myself that I wished I could vanish into the ground. Then I turned and ran off into the trees, as fast and as far away as I could.


~ Rosriel

Farewell...in not so many words

I couldn't handle any goodbyes. I know they would also contain pleas for me to stay, and I wouldn't be able to refuse.

So I'm simply leaving. I don't yet know where I'm headed. The only continuing thought I have is that I must go someplace far away from these people. These people I call my friends. These people I've learned to love.

I take a deep breath, grab my belongings, and slip away, unnoticed as I'd hoped. I turn and look one last time upon the sleeping members of the fellowship. Each one has endeared themselves to me in some special way, even the newest members. My eyes rest on Legolas' form. I shake my head as though to rid myself of the image, and trudge onward.

"Namarie," I mouth. "And may you all stay safe and joyful."

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."