DISCLAIMER: (The usual) I don't own anything that isn't mine. Don't sue me
on the chance that you who is reading this holds the copyright to Tolkein
and needs money, however unlikely that is. Oh yeah- and I don't own
Legolas. (On the count of three: One, two, three… Damn!) But I do own
Vixilaesia and Elisha and what ever other twisted character dares venture
forth from my mind. I don't own Phi, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind
visiting my story. Okay, enough rambling, here's the story…
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"Lemantia nist istha… lemantia nist istha…"
Wither her eyes squinted shut, Phi chanted the Rune over once more. Myrindel, the Magess who stood quite a bit taller than the chanting Nymph, looked down at Phi with her arms folded. The long white cloth veil at Myrindel's head draped over her shoulders and fell like the Anduin to her waist, where the white color was interrupted my a decorative blue stripe. The Magess' habit was wrinkled in a few places.
"Phi, 'tis time for tea. Are you finnished with your studies?" Myrindel asked softly, as not to startle the concentrated Nymph. In reply, Phi stood from her kneeling position and nodded in complete silence to the tall Sednun* before her. Inside of their concealed home and gardens, the both of them swept over the floor to the whicker table, where copper-china had been set already.
*(A/N: Sednuns are of my own creation. They're something like female mages that dress kinda like nuns. Sednuism is a religion… not a real one. They don't exactly pray, but they live for the earth and elements and such. Here, I have Phi studying with one, Myrindel, because Nymphs are capable of great magic and Sednuism is a great way to tap into it… even if Phi isn't Sednuist.)
Phi and Myrindel sat silent, nearly motionless as they sipped their tea. Thoughts racing in Phi's mind slowly calmed, as the herbs from the drink took effect on the small Nymph. Phi's long ears laid low against the sides of her head, and her big, sun-shine eyes* fell nearly shut beneath her golden bangs. A breeze ruffled Phi's short, auburn-brown hair.
*(A/N: Phi and myself were joking a while back about Phi having 'golden- eyes,' and I, in turn, teased her about her big sun-shine eyes. I kinda kept the name since, so now Phi doesn't just have golden-eyes, but they're sun-shiney too.)
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Elisha brushed back a strand of his white-gold hair. His eyebrows furled in frustration at the note he was reading at hand; he'd have to take the business matter up with the king later. Elisha was King Thranduil's personal advisor, and so in charge of regulations and laws. This meant, in short, his job was to sign papers.
Elisha grunted as one of his attendants pulled his hair while braiding it down the side, but continued working none the less. It was still the early hours of morning; later he'd have to see to the King for signatures and then discuss other plans with the Prince that were forthcoming. Maybe, after he was finished with his business plans, he could spend time with his dear Vixilaesia. Maybe.
He pushed the papers away from him and stood as the attendant finished the small, intricate braids in his hair. With out another word, he turned and left the room.
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Vixilaesia woke quietly at a small tap on her chamber door. Pulling back the soft, silken bed sheets, she glided to the door and pulled it open.
"Elisha! Wh- what are you doing here… so early, and don't you have orders to--"
Vixilaesia was cut off by a small kiss on the lips from a hurried Elisha. Without invitation, he stepped inside of her room, pulling Vixia by the wrists with him. He began his nonchalant explanation.
"I wanted to see you. I know I have business to attend, but I'll do it later. Quiet please, Thranduil doesn't know I left… Vixia?"
Vixilaesia stood silent, mouth slightly agape with an eyebrow raised.
"Elisha… you know you have work to do! I've heard Thranduil has more matters for you. Never mind me; please go see to him!" Vixia pleaded with Elisha. It was important that Elisha, with such an acquired station to protect, followed out the king's wishes, carefully and quickly. They both knew it. Still, Elisha was left with no time for his dear Vixia and made a bad habit of sneaking away from his duties to see her.
"Come with me," he said simply. It was hardly the form of a sentence, more of a request. It left Vixia confounded. Still left in her surprise to see Elisha away from his duties, especially this early, she hadn't an idea how she was going to be able to go with him to the palace. "I'm sure we could use an extra hand helping at the palace," he continued. With one last small grin, he turned and left for the palace again with out another word.
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Thranduil paced impatiently before his throne. He sat down. Stood up again. Paced…
"Sire, if you keep that up, you're going to walk right through the talan."
Thranduil quickly glared up, and a smile found its way to his face. His pacing ceased and he approached Elisha with urgency.
"Elisha, where have you been? Never mind, I need you for a task. My eldest son, ah, Legolas, has returned home. He'll want to leave again soon… just a quick favor, preoccupy him? I'll need him to stay for a while longer."
Elisha bowed his head and left for the Prince's quarters, hoping he wouldn't be packing.
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Vixilaesia pulled a forest green tunic over her head. She sighed as she laced the neck of it, and frowned as she sat on the floor to pull on a pair of Elisha's boots. It wasn't uncommon for women to wear men's clothing when seeking work, but it wasn't something especially attractive. 'Looks don't matter, though, I'm just going to help my dear Eli at the palace is all,' she thought. She stood, took a final look at a thick braid in her hair, and left on her way across the sea of talans to the palace.
Passing several Elves on the high platforms on her way, she nodded her head and greeted them a good morning. Taking shortcuts and paths around tree trunks, she was at the King's dwellings in no time. She nodded her head politely to the guards as they stepped aside for her to enter.
Walking past several casually loitering Elves, she guided herself to Elisha's usual station, only to find that he was not there. She wandered around, checking in each of his usual work stations. Still having no luck in finding him, she queried a stranger standing nearby.
"Excuse me, kind sir, would you happen to know the where-abouts of Elisha Whitewater?" she said without looking up. Not until after the words were spoken did she look to see who the Elf was. Vixia's eyes grew wide in surprise at the face of none other than the infamous Prince Legolas. What chance was there that he, of all people, would have returned home, at this time, and be in this spot, answering to her… she really wondered.
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*(A/N: Sorry this is so short! The next chapter will be a lot longer and more interesting, I promise. My only concern right now is that I introduces too many original characters in one chapter, I hope it doesn't cause any confusion. Just to make sure, there's:
Phi: A young Nymph with an interesting past, she's studying in a secluded hide away with a kindly young Sednun. Phi seems to be a calm person, but we don't know her very well… Phi has long ears, which comes along with Nymph heritage, and she's also very short, which is another Nymph trait. She stands only around four feet tall. She hates tea and will, in fact, only even think about consuming Myrindel's home-made kind. She'd turn her nose up at anything else. She has long, golden bangs that frame her large gold eyes rather nicely, and the rest of her hair is a darker brown and cut short. Very short. She's been practicing magic for quite some time, and as a Magic-using Nymph, black designs mark it below her eyes like tatoos. I'll get a picture from Phi one day and post it on a website so you can see what she looks like.
Myrindel: A tall, beautiful young woman who practices her religious studies in solitude, or near-solitude almost constantly. Myrindel has a very soft heart, a little sister, and a Nymph for a house-mate. She wears something similar to a Nun's wardrobe, a habit made of cotton or some other light material, all white with a single blue stripe at the end of her sleeves, headdress and at the bottom of her skirt. (She wears these clothes and nothing else; I said before she's very religious.) She practices Sednuism, which is a religious originating from my mind, so please don't convert or anything, it isn't a real religion. Sednuism is a religion based on relationships with the Earth and its elements, and the whole give-and-take equilibrium theory. Phi and Myrindel develop a very close friendship, and this plays a key role in the story to come.
Elisha: A spunky Elf of Mirkwood with a place in the palace and a love for his girlfriend. Almost constantly busy, Eli still manages to be good natured and make time for his girlfriend.
Vixilaesia: Often called Vixia or even Vix for short, this young Elf- maiden is a do-anything-for-you kind of friend. She's polite, hard-working and some-what attractive, although a little scatter-brained at times and easily confused. Vixia's hair is a sandy color that somehow fades into a light golden-yellow. She braids it only to keep it out of her face, though she wouldn't dream of cutting it. She masters swordplay, though few people know she even knows how to hold a sword. Her eyes are a glimery silver color, although few people notice. (She's your typical Mary-Sue pretty-much- gets-her-way kinda looking, but she grows on you.)
Review PLEASE and tell me what you think, I love any input. I hope I didn't bore or confuse you, and please please PLEASE let me know what you think so far. I know, I know, there isn't much of a plot, but there will be. I have it all planned out… Hope you enjoyed.
-Me)
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"Lemantia nist istha… lemantia nist istha…"
Wither her eyes squinted shut, Phi chanted the Rune over once more. Myrindel, the Magess who stood quite a bit taller than the chanting Nymph, looked down at Phi with her arms folded. The long white cloth veil at Myrindel's head draped over her shoulders and fell like the Anduin to her waist, where the white color was interrupted my a decorative blue stripe. The Magess' habit was wrinkled in a few places.
"Phi, 'tis time for tea. Are you finnished with your studies?" Myrindel asked softly, as not to startle the concentrated Nymph. In reply, Phi stood from her kneeling position and nodded in complete silence to the tall Sednun* before her. Inside of their concealed home and gardens, the both of them swept over the floor to the whicker table, where copper-china had been set already.
*(A/N: Sednuns are of my own creation. They're something like female mages that dress kinda like nuns. Sednuism is a religion… not a real one. They don't exactly pray, but they live for the earth and elements and such. Here, I have Phi studying with one, Myrindel, because Nymphs are capable of great magic and Sednuism is a great way to tap into it… even if Phi isn't Sednuist.)
Phi and Myrindel sat silent, nearly motionless as they sipped their tea. Thoughts racing in Phi's mind slowly calmed, as the herbs from the drink took effect on the small Nymph. Phi's long ears laid low against the sides of her head, and her big, sun-shine eyes* fell nearly shut beneath her golden bangs. A breeze ruffled Phi's short, auburn-brown hair.
*(A/N: Phi and myself were joking a while back about Phi having 'golden- eyes,' and I, in turn, teased her about her big sun-shine eyes. I kinda kept the name since, so now Phi doesn't just have golden-eyes, but they're sun-shiney too.)
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Elisha brushed back a strand of his white-gold hair. His eyebrows furled in frustration at the note he was reading at hand; he'd have to take the business matter up with the king later. Elisha was King Thranduil's personal advisor, and so in charge of regulations and laws. This meant, in short, his job was to sign papers.
Elisha grunted as one of his attendants pulled his hair while braiding it down the side, but continued working none the less. It was still the early hours of morning; later he'd have to see to the King for signatures and then discuss other plans with the Prince that were forthcoming. Maybe, after he was finished with his business plans, he could spend time with his dear Vixilaesia. Maybe.
He pushed the papers away from him and stood as the attendant finished the small, intricate braids in his hair. With out another word, he turned and left the room.
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Vixilaesia woke quietly at a small tap on her chamber door. Pulling back the soft, silken bed sheets, she glided to the door and pulled it open.
"Elisha! Wh- what are you doing here… so early, and don't you have orders to--"
Vixilaesia was cut off by a small kiss on the lips from a hurried Elisha. Without invitation, he stepped inside of her room, pulling Vixia by the wrists with him. He began his nonchalant explanation.
"I wanted to see you. I know I have business to attend, but I'll do it later. Quiet please, Thranduil doesn't know I left… Vixia?"
Vixilaesia stood silent, mouth slightly agape with an eyebrow raised.
"Elisha… you know you have work to do! I've heard Thranduil has more matters for you. Never mind me; please go see to him!" Vixia pleaded with Elisha. It was important that Elisha, with such an acquired station to protect, followed out the king's wishes, carefully and quickly. They both knew it. Still, Elisha was left with no time for his dear Vixia and made a bad habit of sneaking away from his duties to see her.
"Come with me," he said simply. It was hardly the form of a sentence, more of a request. It left Vixia confounded. Still left in her surprise to see Elisha away from his duties, especially this early, she hadn't an idea how she was going to be able to go with him to the palace. "I'm sure we could use an extra hand helping at the palace," he continued. With one last small grin, he turned and left for the palace again with out another word.
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Thranduil paced impatiently before his throne. He sat down. Stood up again. Paced…
"Sire, if you keep that up, you're going to walk right through the talan."
Thranduil quickly glared up, and a smile found its way to his face. His pacing ceased and he approached Elisha with urgency.
"Elisha, where have you been? Never mind, I need you for a task. My eldest son, ah, Legolas, has returned home. He'll want to leave again soon… just a quick favor, preoccupy him? I'll need him to stay for a while longer."
Elisha bowed his head and left for the Prince's quarters, hoping he wouldn't be packing.
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Vixilaesia pulled a forest green tunic over her head. She sighed as she laced the neck of it, and frowned as she sat on the floor to pull on a pair of Elisha's boots. It wasn't uncommon for women to wear men's clothing when seeking work, but it wasn't something especially attractive. 'Looks don't matter, though, I'm just going to help my dear Eli at the palace is all,' she thought. She stood, took a final look at a thick braid in her hair, and left on her way across the sea of talans to the palace.
Passing several Elves on the high platforms on her way, she nodded her head and greeted them a good morning. Taking shortcuts and paths around tree trunks, she was at the King's dwellings in no time. She nodded her head politely to the guards as they stepped aside for her to enter.
Walking past several casually loitering Elves, she guided herself to Elisha's usual station, only to find that he was not there. She wandered around, checking in each of his usual work stations. Still having no luck in finding him, she queried a stranger standing nearby.
"Excuse me, kind sir, would you happen to know the where-abouts of Elisha Whitewater?" she said without looking up. Not until after the words were spoken did she look to see who the Elf was. Vixia's eyes grew wide in surprise at the face of none other than the infamous Prince Legolas. What chance was there that he, of all people, would have returned home, at this time, and be in this spot, answering to her… she really wondered.
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*(A/N: Sorry this is so short! The next chapter will be a lot longer and more interesting, I promise. My only concern right now is that I introduces too many original characters in one chapter, I hope it doesn't cause any confusion. Just to make sure, there's:
Phi: A young Nymph with an interesting past, she's studying in a secluded hide away with a kindly young Sednun. Phi seems to be a calm person, but we don't know her very well… Phi has long ears, which comes along with Nymph heritage, and she's also very short, which is another Nymph trait. She stands only around four feet tall. She hates tea and will, in fact, only even think about consuming Myrindel's home-made kind. She'd turn her nose up at anything else. She has long, golden bangs that frame her large gold eyes rather nicely, and the rest of her hair is a darker brown and cut short. Very short. She's been practicing magic for quite some time, and as a Magic-using Nymph, black designs mark it below her eyes like tatoos. I'll get a picture from Phi one day and post it on a website so you can see what she looks like.
Myrindel: A tall, beautiful young woman who practices her religious studies in solitude, or near-solitude almost constantly. Myrindel has a very soft heart, a little sister, and a Nymph for a house-mate. She wears something similar to a Nun's wardrobe, a habit made of cotton or some other light material, all white with a single blue stripe at the end of her sleeves, headdress and at the bottom of her skirt. (She wears these clothes and nothing else; I said before she's very religious.) She practices Sednuism, which is a religious originating from my mind, so please don't convert or anything, it isn't a real religion. Sednuism is a religion based on relationships with the Earth and its elements, and the whole give-and-take equilibrium theory. Phi and Myrindel develop a very close friendship, and this plays a key role in the story to come.
Elisha: A spunky Elf of Mirkwood with a place in the palace and a love for his girlfriend. Almost constantly busy, Eli still manages to be good natured and make time for his girlfriend.
Vixilaesia: Often called Vixia or even Vix for short, this young Elf- maiden is a do-anything-for-you kind of friend. She's polite, hard-working and some-what attractive, although a little scatter-brained at times and easily confused. Vixia's hair is a sandy color that somehow fades into a light golden-yellow. She braids it only to keep it out of her face, though she wouldn't dream of cutting it. She masters swordplay, though few people know she even knows how to hold a sword. Her eyes are a glimery silver color, although few people notice. (She's your typical Mary-Sue pretty-much- gets-her-way kinda looking, but she grows on you.)
Review PLEASE and tell me what you think, I love any input. I hope I didn't bore or confuse you, and please please PLEASE let me know what you think so far. I know, I know, there isn't much of a plot, but there will be. I have it all planned out… Hope you enjoyed.
-Me)