I sat quietly by the fire, my hair hanging limply and occasionally falling into my face. I watched them laugh and chat together....happy at last.
I noticed Aldarion leaving the camp and the look on Rosriel's face when he left without speaking to her. Her eyes gave her heart away for a brief instant. Dear girl...I hope he likes you too...
My attention turned to other things. I remembered that I was supposed to drink this stuff she had given me earlier. I lay back down after finishing and tried to curl up into a ball. My efforts were stopped by a sharp shooting pain in my ankle, and I remembered that I had broken it. Why? Then I checked myself. I am such a bad person. I can't even bear a little pain patiently.
The other girl...(I think her name was Ella)...got up and walked into the woods, carefully blending into the shadows. She seemed upset. I sighed... At least they have each other. I don't have anyone. Not even Aldarion and Anarion....
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
"What have you done to the stew?"
(Ooc--I hope you guys don't mind that I wrote this post from Aldarion's POV?)
Aldarion’s temper did not improve as he entered the main camp. The first sight that met his eye was Samdo holding up a ladleful of stew and shouting, and the others gathered around and gaping. And no wonder, for the stew was…. Aldarion looked closer. Glowing? How could stew glow? He glanced nervously around, fearing some sort of magic—and saw Lira sitting on a stump a little ways away from the others and clutching her side as she laughed, tears of hilarity running down her cheeks.
A pox on that girl! Even when wounded, she still disturbs the peace of the rest of us!
Lips tight, angry, he strode up to her. She stopped laughing when she caught sight of him, and looked almost—afraid.
Do I really look that angry? he wondered, the thought stopping his anger for a second. But not for long.
“What have you done to the stew?” he snapped, scowling at her. She shrank back, and he nearly restrained himself, but then her startlement and fear turned to anger, and she glared back at him.
“Everyone looked bored, so I thought I’d liven up their day—and their supper!—a little.”
She looked…. smug. And with the last words, she started laughing again, and it sounded rather like she was laughing at him. She glanced back at the scene around the pot and her laughter increased as Elohir arrived, stared at the stew, and then gingerly poked it with a rather strange look on his face.
“What did you put in it? Or did you do some magic to it?” Aldarion came near to shouting the last words. And then suddenly, he saw Lira’s eyes change. But she was looking past him. He followed her gaze, and saw his brother standing near the afflicted pot of stew, but not as close to the others. His eyes were on Aldarion, and they first looked startled and, for a second… guilty? Nervous? Apprehensive? but then frowning as he took in Aldarion’s raised voice and angry look. He made a move as if to stride over, when Elohir’s words caught him midstride, and he paused.
“What, the stew? Hmm. Some trickery of young Lira, I would guess.” And Elohir turned, his eyes searching the trees in the direction of Lira’s tent. But then he frowned as Samdo spoke up.
“No sir, she hasn’t been near it all evening.”
“Vila, then,” Elohir said wryly. “From all accounts, she’s just as bad, for all she’s the elder. Was she wandering around near it? Where is the girl?” He looked for her too, but Vila was nowhere to be seen.
“She did come over once…” Samdo said slowly “and asked when it would be ready… but she didn’t come closer than an arm’s length, and maybe not even that close. Of course, I wasn’t right next to it the whole time… but I’d have seen Miss Lira if she’d come near, her being wounded and supposed to stay in bed and all.”
Aldarion glanced at Lira and this time noticed that she was holding her side with a pained expression, not a laughing one. He began to feel rather ashamed, and moved a step away from her.
“If it was something magic-like she did, she wouldn’t have had to come near,” Samdo said doubtfully.
Elohir looked faintly amused. “No, it wasn’t magic. Just a packet of powder, that’s all she would have needed. I believe the stew’s safe to eat, though…” He looked around for Lira, and this time caught sight of Aldarion.
“You are back?” he asked, somewhat surprised, and glanced around, frowning, for the others.
“Rosriel is not injured; she only strayed too far away and then discovered an elf-girl who required her help. She—the elf-girl—is rather ill and so we decided it would be best not to move her until morning. I came back so the rest of you would not come looking for us, and to tell you that we’ve found Ella.”
A shriek from behind Aldarion startled everyone, including himself, and then Lira’s eager face poked around a branch that had hidden her from their view, and she said (or rather, shrieked) excitedly “YOU’VE FOUND ELLA????!!!”
The eyes of everyone there were instantly fixed on her.
Aldarion winced slightly, and nearly covered his ears. He contented himself with moving a few steps away from her.
“Yes,” he said shortly, not pleased to have young female elves shrieking in his ear. Seeing that everyone was waiting for more, he explained how Rosriel had caught up with Ella, who had not gone far, and how the others had found the two together.
“Now,” Elohir said, when Aldarion was finished speaking, the tone of wry amusement leaving his voice, “would you like to tell us, Lira, what exactly you put in the stew?”
Lira gazed innocently back at him.
A mistake, questioning her directly. She’ll only play innocent, and enjoy every minute of it.
“I?” she said sweetly. “Why, I wasn’t near it the whole evening, was I?”
Using his own words against him. He should know she overheard everything he said.
Elohir grimaced. “Tell us, then, is it still… edible?”
“Well, yes,” she admitted, but then added hastily, grinning, “but that’s just because I recognize the stuff, it doesn’t mean I was the one who put it in.”
Aldarion had long experience with telling whether one speaking was telling lies or truth, and this sounded like the truth to him. He glanced sideways at her, and caught the mischievous look in her eyes. Yes, he thought, it was the truth. But then who did put it in? Vila, most likely.
ruth.
And then he saw Lira’s eyes flick of to the side for just a second, and then quickly refocus on Elohir. Too quickly for it to have been just a normal look.
He glanced casually in the direction she had looked, and saw—Anarion.
Aldarion’s temper did not improve as he entered the main camp. The first sight that met his eye was Samdo holding up a ladleful of stew and shouting, and the others gathered around and gaping. And no wonder, for the stew was…. Aldarion looked closer. Glowing? How could stew glow? He glanced nervously around, fearing some sort of magic—and saw Lira sitting on a stump a little ways away from the others and clutching her side as she laughed, tears of hilarity running down her cheeks.
A pox on that girl! Even when wounded, she still disturbs the peace of the rest of us!
Lips tight, angry, he strode up to her. She stopped laughing when she caught sight of him, and looked almost—afraid.
Do I really look that angry? he wondered, the thought stopping his anger for a second. But not for long.
“What have you done to the stew?” he snapped, scowling at her. She shrank back, and he nearly restrained himself, but then her startlement and fear turned to anger, and she glared back at him.
“Everyone looked bored, so I thought I’d liven up their day—and their supper!—a little.”
She looked…. smug. And with the last words, she started laughing again, and it sounded rather like she was laughing at him. She glanced back at the scene around the pot and her laughter increased as Elohir arrived, stared at the stew, and then gingerly poked it with a rather strange look on his face.
“What did you put in it? Or did you do some magic to it?” Aldarion came near to shouting the last words. And then suddenly, he saw Lira’s eyes change. But she was looking past him. He followed her gaze, and saw his brother standing near the afflicted pot of stew, but not as close to the others. His eyes were on Aldarion, and they first looked startled and, for a second… guilty? Nervous? Apprehensive? but then frowning as he took in Aldarion’s raised voice and angry look. He made a move as if to stride over, when Elohir’s words caught him midstride, and he paused.
“What, the stew? Hmm. Some trickery of young Lira, I would guess.” And Elohir turned, his eyes searching the trees in the direction of Lira’s tent. But then he frowned as Samdo spoke up.
“No sir, she hasn’t been near it all evening.”
“Vila, then,” Elohir said wryly. “From all accounts, she’s just as bad, for all she’s the elder. Was she wandering around near it? Where is the girl?” He looked for her too, but Vila was nowhere to be seen.
“She did come over once…” Samdo said slowly “and asked when it would be ready… but she didn’t come closer than an arm’s length, and maybe not even that close. Of course, I wasn’t right next to it the whole time… but I’d have seen Miss Lira if she’d come near, her being wounded and supposed to stay in bed and all.”
Aldarion glanced at Lira and this time noticed that she was holding her side with a pained expression, not a laughing one. He began to feel rather ashamed, and moved a step away from her.
“If it was something magic-like she did, she wouldn’t have had to come near,” Samdo said doubtfully.
Elohir looked faintly amused. “No, it wasn’t magic. Just a packet of powder, that’s all she would have needed. I believe the stew’s safe to eat, though…” He looked around for Lira, and this time caught sight of Aldarion.
“You are back?” he asked, somewhat surprised, and glanced around, frowning, for the others.
“Rosriel is not injured; she only strayed too far away and then discovered an elf-girl who required her help. She—the elf-girl—is rather ill and so we decided it would be best not to move her until morning. I came back so the rest of you would not come looking for us, and to tell you that we’ve found Ella.”
A shriek from behind Aldarion startled everyone, including himself, and then Lira’s eager face poked around a branch that had hidden her from their view, and she said (or rather, shrieked) excitedly “YOU’VE FOUND ELLA????!!!”
The eyes of everyone there were instantly fixed on her.
Aldarion winced slightly, and nearly covered his ears. He contented himself with moving a few steps away from her.
“Yes,” he said shortly, not pleased to have young female elves shrieking in his ear. Seeing that everyone was waiting for more, he explained how Rosriel had caught up with Ella, who had not gone far, and how the others had found the two together.
“Now,” Elohir said, when Aldarion was finished speaking, the tone of wry amusement leaving his voice, “would you like to tell us, Lira, what exactly you put in the stew?”
Lira gazed innocently back at him.
A mistake, questioning her directly. She’ll only play innocent, and enjoy every minute of it.
“I?” she said sweetly. “Why, I wasn’t near it the whole evening, was I?”
Using his own words against him. He should know she overheard everything he said.
Elohir grimaced. “Tell us, then, is it still… edible?”
“Well, yes,” she admitted, but then added hastily, grinning, “but that’s just because I recognize the stuff, it doesn’t mean I was the one who put it in.”
Aldarion had long experience with telling whether one speaking was telling lies or truth, and this sounded like the truth to him. He glanced sideways at her, and caught the mischievous look in her eyes. Yes, he thought, it was the truth. But then who did put it in? Vila, most likely.
ruth.
And then he saw Lira’s eyes flick of to the side for just a second, and then quickly refocus on Elohir. Too quickly for it to have been just a normal look.
He glanced casually in the direction she had looked, and saw—Anarion.
Legolas had hardly left my side since our reunion. It was getting annoying. As though he were worried I'd run off again. Well, I wouldn't. At least, before I wouldn't. Now I might just to get away from his ever watchful eye!
"You've barely eaten, Ella," Legolas said.
"I'm not hungry. I'm going to go for a walk."
"Let me come with."
I shook my head quickly. "Please let me go alone, Legolas. I promise to return. But I need..." Peace.
Legolas nodded. "I understand."
"Thank you." At last I was alone and would have time to think. Yes, the past day or so Legolas had been getting on my nerves, but... I love him. I truly, deeply, love him. I'd said it out loud to Rosriel. I'd run it over in my head again and again. But I could never tell it to the one man who most longed to hear it. I couldn't. But why? I had no answer. I just knew I could not be the one to say it first...and I had lost all hope that he would ever repeat the sentiments.
What, then? Were we to live the rest of our lives like this? Always loving one another, yet never admitting it? Or would Legolas find another? I knew I would not. I had always loved Legolas, since I first knew what love was. Was my fate to watch him love another, while in secret my love continued to grow?
Oh why could I not be less stubborn? I slumped down and put my head in my hands.
"You've barely eaten, Ella," Legolas said.
"I'm not hungry. I'm going to go for a walk."
"Let me come with."
I shook my head quickly. "Please let me go alone, Legolas. I promise to return. But I need..." Peace.
Legolas nodded. "I understand."
"Thank you." At last I was alone and would have time to think. Yes, the past day or so Legolas had been getting on my nerves, but... I love him. I truly, deeply, love him. I'd said it out loud to Rosriel. I'd run it over in my head again and again. But I could never tell it to the one man who most longed to hear it. I couldn't. But why? I had no answer. I just knew I could not be the one to say it first...and I had lost all hope that he would ever repeat the sentiments.
What, then? Were we to live the rest of our lives like this? Always loving one another, yet never admitting it? Or would Legolas find another? I knew I would not. I had always loved Legolas, since I first knew what love was. Was my fate to watch him love another, while in secret my love continued to grow?
Oh why could I not be less stubborn? I slumped down and put my head in my hands.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
In a Foul Temper
Aldarion walked steadily onward, casting a glance up at the sun. It was now nearly midday and he had been traveling for several hours now. As he walked, his mood continued to blacken.
How could he have allowed himself to act the way he did? Deliberately ignoring Rosriel, not even bidding her a farewell. Were his secrets that important that he had to be rude? He knew without thinking that they weren't, and he hated himself for giving her the cold shoulder.
The truth was - he had started to grow fond of her. Fond enough to start to hope and wonder if possibly she might feel the same way. "Well, if I were her, I would not show any affection to one like myself. Dol lost lin Aldarion," he muttered.
Full of regret and anger at himself, Aldarion drew closer to the original camp, becoming more irritated and foul tempered as he did so.
How could he have allowed himself to act the way he did? Deliberately ignoring Rosriel, not even bidding her a farewell. Were his secrets that important that he had to be rude? He knew without thinking that they weren't, and he hated himself for giving her the cold shoulder.
The truth was - he had started to grow fond of her. Fond enough to start to hope and wonder if possibly she might feel the same way. "Well, if I were her, I would not show any affection to one like myself. Dol lost lin Aldarion," he muttered.
Full of regret and anger at himself, Aldarion drew closer to the original camp, becoming more irritated and foul tempered as he did so.
Why?
I waited for Aldarion to return from talking to the girl, I could not recall her name at the moment. I had several questions to ask him, but I feared he would be reluctant to answer them. I grew more certain that he would when he first turned back to say something else to the girl and then walked right past me. Was he trying to avoid me?
I got up to follow him, but stopped a few paces back when I saw him speak to Elladan. My ears caught their low conversation. Wait... Aldarion was going to leave? Well, I could certainly understand the thoughtfulness in relieving the others of their worries, but I had not thought we were planning to stay where we were for that much longer. A doubt crept into my mind... had he somehow guessed that I wished to question him and used this as an excuse to - the thought hurt - get away from me? I waited for him to finish speaking. I figured that if he was not running away from me, in a manner of speaking, he would say farewell before he left.
My heart sank as Aldarion left Elladan and began walking towards the edge of the camp without so much as a glance towards me, even though I had been close by. It sank still further when I saw him bid a farewell to Ella and Legolas before walking out of the camp. So he did wish to avoid me.
The knowledge was painful, and I turned away, trying to hide the tears that had sprung from the hurt in my heart.
~ Rosriel
I got up to follow him, but stopped a few paces back when I saw him speak to Elladan. My ears caught their low conversation. Wait... Aldarion was going to leave? Well, I could certainly understand the thoughtfulness in relieving the others of their worries, but I had not thought we were planning to stay where we were for that much longer. A doubt crept into my mind... had he somehow guessed that I wished to question him and used this as an excuse to - the thought hurt - get away from me? I waited for him to finish speaking. I figured that if he was not running away from me, in a manner of speaking, he would say farewell before he left.
My heart sank as Aldarion left Elladan and began walking towards the edge of the camp without so much as a glance towards me, even though I had been close by. It sank still further when I saw him bid a farewell to Ella and Legolas before walking out of the camp. So he did wish to avoid me.
The knowledge was painful, and I turned away, trying to hide the tears that had sprung from the hurt in my heart.
~ Rosriel
Questions Prefered Left Unasked
Aldarion saw Rosriel look up as his return. He saw a question in her eyes, and suddenly felt uncomfortable. After she had heard him cut off Nes- Erdolliel before she mentioned his father's name, he knew she would be curious as to why. Part of him wanted to tell her the truth, who his parents, his grandparents were - but the other part of him wasn't ready yet.
Abruptly her turned and went back to where Erdolliel was lying. He bent down so she could hear, speaking in a low voice. She looked suprised at his sudden return. "Erdolliel, the members of this Fellowship that I have joined, they do not know who mine and Anarion's parents are. Or who are grandparents are."
She nodded slowly. "You wish to keep it a secret?"
"Yes," he looked her in the eye. "I would."
"Alright then." She nodded again. "I will not give your secret away."
"Le hannon.*" He stood and walked back once again towards the smoldering campfire. Again Rosriel looked up at his approach, and this time he saw even more questions in her eyes. It was strange, how he could read her thoughts so clearly in her beautiful eyes. Yet they were questions that he did not want to have to answer - or refuse to answer. So swiftly he made up his mind.
He walked past Rosriel to stand by Elladan. The elf glanced at him, still with the same unfriendliness. Aldarion inwardly sighed as he spoke. "Elladan, I was thinking that it might be best if one of us returned to the main camp and let them know that Rosriel has been found, as well as Ella. They will be worried."
Elladan nodded, as if seeming suprised that Aldarion would think to think of such a think. "I presume you are volunteering?"
"Tancave**" Aldarion nodded. "Shall I also tell them that you shall all be slower in returning, as Edrolliel is unwell?"
"Edrolliel?" Elladan looked at her with curiousity. "Is that her name? Yes, you may tell them that."
"Very well then," Aldarion turned to go. "Namarie." He walked swiftly out of the camp, not even pausing to say farewell to Rosriel.
*thank you
** yes (certainly)
Abruptly her turned and went back to where Erdolliel was lying. He bent down so she could hear, speaking in a low voice. She looked suprised at his sudden return. "Erdolliel, the members of this Fellowship that I have joined, they do not know who mine and Anarion's parents are. Or who are grandparents are."
She nodded slowly. "You wish to keep it a secret?"
"Yes," he looked her in the eye. "I would."
"Alright then." She nodded again. "I will not give your secret away."
"Le hannon.*" He stood and walked back once again towards the smoldering campfire. Again Rosriel looked up at his approach, and this time he saw even more questions in her eyes. It was strange, how he could read her thoughts so clearly in her beautiful eyes. Yet they were questions that he did not want to have to answer - or refuse to answer. So swiftly he made up his mind.
He walked past Rosriel to stand by Elladan. The elf glanced at him, still with the same unfriendliness. Aldarion inwardly sighed as he spoke. "Elladan, I was thinking that it might be best if one of us returned to the main camp and let them know that Rosriel has been found, as well as Ella. They will be worried."
Elladan nodded, as if seeming suprised that Aldarion would think to think of such a think. "I presume you are volunteering?"
"Tancave**" Aldarion nodded. "Shall I also tell them that you shall all be slower in returning, as Edrolliel is unwell?"
"Edrolliel?" Elladan looked at her with curiousity. "Is that her name? Yes, you may tell them that."
"Very well then," Aldarion turned to go. "Namarie." He walked swiftly out of the camp, not even pausing to say farewell to Rosriel.
*thank you
** yes (certainly)
Monday, April 20, 2009
Don't Tell....Please?
"Lady Rosriel?" I called softly.
"Yes?"
"Could you tell Aldarion that I wish to speak with him?"
"I will." She went to Aldarion and spoke softly to him for a moment. I saw him glance at me and nod. He came over and sat down by my side.
"Lady Nessima, Rosriel says you wish to speak with me?"
"I am running Aldarion. Mama told me to. I don't know why, but do not call me Lady or Nessima from now on. My name shall be Erdolliel."
"Erdolliel...dark one?" He questioned my choice of a name.
"Yes. Dark one." I flipped my long black hair over my shoulder.
He nodded and was gone.... Gone back to Rosriel.... She smiled at him. What wonderful things have happened to him, since he's been with them?
"Yes?"
"Could you tell Aldarion that I wish to speak with him?"
"I will." She went to Aldarion and spoke softly to him for a moment. I saw him glance at me and nod. He came over and sat down by my side.
"Lady Nessima, Rosriel says you wish to speak with me?"
"I am running Aldarion. Mama told me to. I don't know why, but do not call me Lady or Nessima from now on. My name shall be Erdolliel."
"Erdolliel...dark one?" He questioned my choice of a name.
"Yes. Dark one." I flipped my long black hair over my shoulder.
He nodded and was gone.... Gone back to Rosriel.... She smiled at him. What wonderful things have happened to him, since he's been with them?
I'm not ready
As we all sat around the campfire under the starlit sky, chatting with each other when a dreaded question came up.
"So Turwethiel, I haven't been able to become very acquainted with you, yet. What's your background?" Rosriel asked this, and consequently the talk died down and everyone looked at me with interest.
I poked at the fire making sure that no emotion was displayed on my face, "I grew up in Greenwood, I'm a very distant cousin of Legolas, and I am now traveling with all of you." A very lame response, but I was not ready to tell the rest.
Ella said, "And what about your family?"
I shifted uncomfortably but still managed to keep any trace of emotion off my face, "Dead." With that, I grabbed my bow and arrows and walked away from the campfire as fast as I could, leaving everyone staring with puzzlement.
"Don't think badly of her," Legolas stated quietly, "she has been through much pain and suffering."
"When and how did they die?" Aldarion asked.
"It's not for me to share her past, but it was not long ago that it happened. I'll return with her shortly." With this, Legolas left the campsite to find her.
I had walked some distance when I stopped by a mighty tree and sunk to the ground at its base. I was not one for crying, but tears silently slid down my face. "Why did they have to ask that question? Will I ever get over what happened?"
Then I heard a gentle voice call out, "Turwethiel?"
I wiped my face with the back of my hand, "Over here Legolas."
He came over and sat next to me. "I know it's hard Turwethiel, but you will heal in time. It was not your fault you know."
"I know that. No one can help what orcs do,” I said this in a bitter tone, “but I can’t help wishing they were still alive. Hunting orcs in the forest with my brothers and getting into all sorts of fun adventures; being welcomed home by Father’s strong arms; and Mother…..beautiful Mother who taught me to be a true Elven lady.
“And being loved by Eruadan*?”
“Yes.”
"Sometimes it helps to talk about things we bottle up inside, and I have never heard you to tell the whole story, even though I know what happened."
"Maybe you're right, but not right now. Some other time.” I got up to go back, and Legolas got up as well.
Before we left he gave me a hug and said, “I’m ready when you want to talk, cousin.”
“Thank you.”
We began to walk back to camp.
~Turwethiel
*(Air-oo-ah-dahn) Elvish for Gabriel, which means Man of God
"So Turwethiel, I haven't been able to become very acquainted with you, yet. What's your background?" Rosriel asked this, and consequently the talk died down and everyone looked at me with interest.
I poked at the fire making sure that no emotion was displayed on my face, "I grew up in Greenwood, I'm a very distant cousin of Legolas, and I am now traveling with all of you." A very lame response, but I was not ready to tell the rest.
Ella said, "And what about your family?"
I shifted uncomfortably but still managed to keep any trace of emotion off my face, "Dead." With that, I grabbed my bow and arrows and walked away from the campfire as fast as I could, leaving everyone staring with puzzlement.
"Don't think badly of her," Legolas stated quietly, "she has been through much pain and suffering."
"When and how did they die?" Aldarion asked.
"It's not for me to share her past, but it was not long ago that it happened. I'll return with her shortly." With this, Legolas left the campsite to find her.
I had walked some distance when I stopped by a mighty tree and sunk to the ground at its base. I was not one for crying, but tears silently slid down my face. "Why did they have to ask that question? Will I ever get over what happened?"
Then I heard a gentle voice call out, "Turwethiel?"
I wiped my face with the back of my hand, "Over here Legolas."
He came over and sat next to me. "I know it's hard Turwethiel, but you will heal in time. It was not your fault you know."
"I know that. No one can help what orcs do,” I said this in a bitter tone, “but I can’t help wishing they were still alive. Hunting orcs in the forest with my brothers and getting into all sorts of fun adventures; being welcomed home by Father’s strong arms; and Mother…..beautiful Mother who taught me to be a true Elven lady.
“And being loved by Eruadan*?”
“Yes.”
"Sometimes it helps to talk about things we bottle up inside, and I have never heard you to tell the whole story, even though I know what happened."
"Maybe you're right, but not right now. Some other time.” I got up to go back, and Legolas got up as well.
Before we left he gave me a hug and said, “I’m ready when you want to talk, cousin.”
“Thank you.”
We began to walk back to camp.
~Turwethiel
*(Air-oo-ah-dahn) Elvish for Gabriel, which means Man of God
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Surprise Meeting
"No, you have been here for a while," I singled for Aldarion to bring me some food. "I heard you calling, but I only found you earlier today."
The girl looked puzzled. "I was calling you? But I do not remember..."
"Well," I hesitated, "I am not very sure, but, it was as if I could hear you, in my heart. I followed your call until I found you. I really do not know how to explain it."
"Oh," she looked puzzled. "Well, now that you mention it, I did call for help in my thoughts." She glanced at me with sudden amusement. "You don't happen to be a long lost sister, do you?"
I laughed merrily. "No, I don't think so! As far as I know, I only have one long lost sister, "I pointed out Ella, who was sitting near Legolas. "That is her there, her name is Ella. She is sitting next to our cousin, Legolas."
"Legolas?" She looked curious. "I think I have met him before, in Gondor. Legolas Greenleaf, from the Greenwood?"
I nodded, "Yes. That would be him." I looked up as Aldarion approached with some food. "Thank you Aldarion!"
He smiled, handing the food to me, and bowed. "Happy to serve you, my lady." He then looked at the girl we had found, and I saw surprise register in his face. "Lady Nessima?"
She looked surprised as well. "Aldarion? Aldarion, son of..."
"Yes," he cut her off. "I am that Aldarion. What are you doing so far from Gondor?"
I looked from one to the other, feeling just a surprised as the two looked. Aldarion knew this girl, Nessima he had called her. Well, if they were both from Gondor, then that was not to startling that they should have met before. Yet I was curious. Why had Aldarion stopped her from naming his father?
~ Rosriel
The girl looked puzzled. "I was calling you? But I do not remember..."
"Well," I hesitated, "I am not very sure, but, it was as if I could hear you, in my heart. I followed your call until I found you. I really do not know how to explain it."
"Oh," she looked puzzled. "Well, now that you mention it, I did call for help in my thoughts." She glanced at me with sudden amusement. "You don't happen to be a long lost sister, do you?"
I laughed merrily. "No, I don't think so! As far as I know, I only have one long lost sister, "I pointed out Ella, who was sitting near Legolas. "That is her there, her name is Ella. She is sitting next to our cousin, Legolas."
"Legolas?" She looked curious. "I think I have met him before, in Gondor. Legolas Greenleaf, from the Greenwood?"
I nodded, "Yes. That would be him." I looked up as Aldarion approached with some food. "Thank you Aldarion!"
He smiled, handing the food to me, and bowed. "Happy to serve you, my lady." He then looked at the girl we had found, and I saw surprise register in his face. "Lady Nessima?"
She looked surprised as well. "Aldarion? Aldarion, son of..."
"Yes," he cut her off. "I am that Aldarion. What are you doing so far from Gondor?"
I looked from one to the other, feeling just a surprised as the two looked. Aldarion knew this girl, Nessima he had called her. Well, if they were both from Gondor, then that was not to startling that they should have met before. Yet I was curious. Why had Aldarion stopped her from naming his father?
~ Rosriel
New Surroundings?
Where am I? And what is going on?? I heard a multitude of soft voices around me and tried to make out the words. It was all blurry. Then I saw a soft glow to my left. I squinted at it, trying to focus my eyes. It worked. Next, I tried to sit up. That didn't go so well. I jerked my body upwards but could not make it. With a loud groan I fell back to the ground.
Rosriel heard my groan and saw me try to sit up. She came over. "Are you feeling better?"
"Do you have any food?"
"I'll see."
"Thank you. Where are we? Have you moved me?"
"No, you've been here for a while..."
Rosriel heard my groan and saw me try to sit up. She came over. "Are you feeling better?"
"Do you have any food?"
"I'll see."
"Thank you. Where are we? Have you moved me?"
"No, you've been here for a while..."
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