Chapter I. News
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Light shone through all the open windows in the cheerful room, speckling everything with a tint of gold, but all was not well. Although this day should glad and merry, a man and his wife were sulking in their bedchambers, fear beginning to grow.
It had been three years since the birth of their beautiful baby Elf girl, Emli, and Daunthor and his wife Leain sat on their bedside pondering. Daunthor's hand trembled violently as he handed the parchment over to Leain. As she read it she too began to shake.
"No, this cannot be.." she murmured, terror seizing her mind. "Not my baby girl, no.." After composing himself as best he could, Daunthor steadied Leain's hand with his own.
"Melaminmy love," he whispered, almost silently into her ear. "Although we have not chosen this, it is her fate. We must fulfill our own duty, not just as parents, but as guardians as well." He withdrew his hand, a look of utter disgust passing over his beautiful, youthful looking features. "Although it was long ago, my father was there. He told me his story, I know what it was like, and how it will be." Gazing into Leain's aqua colored eyes, he murmured, "We must protect her, whether it be by our lives or death, we *must* protect her."
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"Alothias!" called Rairon, a tall, dark, handsome Elf of Mirkwood. "Over here!" His younger sister, Alothias, jogged joyfully over at her brother's request.
"What is it, dear brother?" she asked, quickly running her slim fingers through her silky mahogany hair, brushing it away from her fair face.
"Have you chanced to see Mother or Father?" he requested, almost pleadingly.
"No, but-" Alothias noted the hint of fear in Rairon's eyes, and how his brows furrowed in an almost concentration. "What is the matter? What is troubling you?"
"It is nothing, just.. I need to find our parents straight away, understand me?" Wanting to please he sibling, Alothias nodded vigorously, only to see Rairon slightly acknowlege this before running off into the forests, in almost angish.
"What is happening?" the young Elf wondered quietly to herself, making her way back to the castle in which she lived. Shrugging off her uneasiness, Alothias made her way up a winding staircase to the nursery.
Little did she know how much was beginning to take shape at that very moment, right in her very own home..
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"Ed' I'ear ar' elenea,"
Leain lulled her baby, gently rocking back and forth in her chair, gently quieting the fidgeting Elf.
"En' Sii, Dina
Uuma dela
Sona sina
Tessa sina Ten' amin
Lirimaer
Poikaer
Amin mela lle
Yallume
Cuamin linduva yassen megrille." Leain finished her lullaby, gazing down at the peaceful, innocent child of which slept on her lap. How could evil, so great and powerful, be contained in such a pure child? But that would never be known to Leain, for all she knew.
"Quel Kaimasleep well," she murmured to Emli after placing her body onto her bad mat, quietly retreating from the room as her silent tears fell.
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The translation to Emli's lullaby (which I made up) is as follows:
"By the sea and stars
Look, now
Be silent
Don't worry
And take this
Hold onto it for me
Lovely One
Pure One
I love you
At last
My bow shall sing with your sword."
It was just a lullaby the mother made up after receiving very bad news about her daughter. What she wanted her daughter to hold on to was hope and her love.
I sincerely hope you enjoyed this, and please review!
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Light shone through all the open windows in the cheerful room, speckling everything with a tint of gold, but all was not well. Although this day should glad and merry, a man and his wife were sulking in their bedchambers, fear beginning to grow.
It had been three years since the birth of their beautiful baby Elf girl, Emli, and Daunthor and his wife Leain sat on their bedside pondering. Daunthor's hand trembled violently as he handed the parchment over to Leain. As she read it she too began to shake.
"No, this cannot be.." she murmured, terror seizing her mind. "Not my baby girl, no.." After composing himself as best he could, Daunthor steadied Leain's hand with his own.
"Melaminmy love," he whispered, almost silently into her ear. "Although we have not chosen this, it is her fate. We must fulfill our own duty, not just as parents, but as guardians as well." He withdrew his hand, a look of utter disgust passing over his beautiful, youthful looking features. "Although it was long ago, my father was there. He told me his story, I know what it was like, and how it will be." Gazing into Leain's aqua colored eyes, he murmured, "We must protect her, whether it be by our lives or death, we *must* protect her."
* * * * * *
"Alothias!" called Rairon, a tall, dark, handsome Elf of Mirkwood. "Over here!" His younger sister, Alothias, jogged joyfully over at her brother's request.
"What is it, dear brother?" she asked, quickly running her slim fingers through her silky mahogany hair, brushing it away from her fair face.
"Have you chanced to see Mother or Father?" he requested, almost pleadingly.
"No, but-" Alothias noted the hint of fear in Rairon's eyes, and how his brows furrowed in an almost concentration. "What is the matter? What is troubling you?"
"It is nothing, just.. I need to find our parents straight away, understand me?" Wanting to please he sibling, Alothias nodded vigorously, only to see Rairon slightly acknowlege this before running off into the forests, in almost angish.
"What is happening?" the young Elf wondered quietly to herself, making her way back to the castle in which she lived. Shrugging off her uneasiness, Alothias made her way up a winding staircase to the nursery.
Little did she know how much was beginning to take shape at that very moment, right in her very own home..
* * * * * *
"Ed' I'ear ar' elenea,"
Leain lulled her baby, gently rocking back and forth in her chair, gently quieting the fidgeting Elf.
"En' Sii, Dina
Uuma dela
Sona sina
Tessa sina Ten' amin
Lirimaer
Poikaer
Amin mela lle
Yallume
Cuamin linduva yassen megrille." Leain finished her lullaby, gazing down at the peaceful, innocent child of which slept on her lap. How could evil, so great and powerful, be contained in such a pure child? But that would never be known to Leain, for all she knew.
"Quel Kaimasleep well," she murmured to Emli after placing her body onto her bad mat, quietly retreating from the room as her silent tears fell.
**~~**~~**~~**
The translation to Emli's lullaby (which I made up) is as follows:
"By the sea and stars
Look, now
Be silent
Don't worry
And take this
Hold onto it for me
Lovely One
Pure One
I love you
At last
My bow shall sing with your sword."
It was just a lullaby the mother made up after receiving very bad news about her daughter. What she wanted her daughter to hold on to was hope and her love.
I sincerely hope you enjoyed this, and please review!
