Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I know you hate these, and I do, too. But anyway, here goes. I do not own any of Tolkien's writings (duh) or the Elvish language, blah blah blah...Can we get on with the story now? Thanks.
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Celesil was called the "Shining Silver Star" of her people. Her love and courage have earned her a star amidst the heavens of Middle-Earth and a tale worth telling over generations.
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The young half-elf buried her head in the current book she was trying to study. Her mind was wandering from the subject every other minute.
'Why did I have to come here? Why couldn't I have just stayed in Gondor?'
The maid was Celesil, third daughter of Aragorn Elessar, king of Gondor, and Arwen Undomiel, an Elf princess of Rivendell. Celesil just so happened to be in Rivendell now, as the city was famous for the Elven scholars and libraries it held within. She had been sent there to learn the history, languages, runes, etc., of Middle-Earth over a period of five years.
Though many of the Elves had left for the Grey Havens more than twenty years before, a few had stayed behind as scholars or protecters of Elrond Half-elven's refuge. However, the seven immortals in the Homely House were planning on leaving for Valinor after Celesil's tutoring had ended.
"Ai! I cannot stand this any longer, Nolër [Wise One]! One must not be caged in a room of books for so long."
The "old" Elf stepped from his reading chair over to Celesil's side and bent over the table.
"Arwen [Lady], you have only been here for three and a half winters, and I would hardly call this place a cage!"
"But Nolër, the season is now becoming spring, and I long to feel the new grass replacing the cold marble floor beneath my bare feet. These books...Yes, they are somewhat interesting," she admitted,"and their knowledge will serve me well in later years. But one may only free thy spirit when it is young, and I hope to do so before my cage's latch becomes locked forever..."
"Celesil, you're spirit's door will never be -"
"Yes it will!" the seventeen year old interrupted. "If I ever become a queen, not in Gondor, but by being married off to some young king, sunny spring days will be spent inside a palace getting chores and duties ordered and whatnot." The thought sorrowed her soul.
Nolër sighed. "I understand what you mean, but I must say that being a queen is an honorable and noble, er, occupation." The Elf smiled. "But go ahead. Spend the rest of the day outside and wherever you like."
Celesil hugged her teacher. "Thank you, Nolër," and, as she jumped up to get her ocarina, given to her in childhood by a minstrel, and favorite book, called back, "I promise to double my lessons tomorrow!"
Nolër raised his forearm as a goodbye and said, "Namarie. Nai tier na lai ar laurëa. [Farewell. May your paths be green and golden.]"
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Celesil was called the "Shining Silver Star" of her people. Her love and courage have earned her a star amidst the heavens of Middle-Earth and a tale worth telling over generations.
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The young half-elf buried her head in the current book she was trying to study. Her mind was wandering from the subject every other minute.
'Why did I have to come here? Why couldn't I have just stayed in Gondor?'
The maid was Celesil, third daughter of Aragorn Elessar, king of Gondor, and Arwen Undomiel, an Elf princess of Rivendell. Celesil just so happened to be in Rivendell now, as the city was famous for the Elven scholars and libraries it held within. She had been sent there to learn the history, languages, runes, etc., of Middle-Earth over a period of five years.
Though many of the Elves had left for the Grey Havens more than twenty years before, a few had stayed behind as scholars or protecters of Elrond Half-elven's refuge. However, the seven immortals in the Homely House were planning on leaving for Valinor after Celesil's tutoring had ended.
"Ai! I cannot stand this any longer, Nolër [Wise One]! One must not be caged in a room of books for so long."
The "old" Elf stepped from his reading chair over to Celesil's side and bent over the table.
"Arwen [Lady], you have only been here for three and a half winters, and I would hardly call this place a cage!"
"But Nolër, the season is now becoming spring, and I long to feel the new grass replacing the cold marble floor beneath my bare feet. These books...Yes, they are somewhat interesting," she admitted,"and their knowledge will serve me well in later years. But one may only free thy spirit when it is young, and I hope to do so before my cage's latch becomes locked forever..."
"Celesil, you're spirit's door will never be -"
"Yes it will!" the seventeen year old interrupted. "If I ever become a queen, not in Gondor, but by being married off to some young king, sunny spring days will be spent inside a palace getting chores and duties ordered and whatnot." The thought sorrowed her soul.
Nolër sighed. "I understand what you mean, but I must say that being a queen is an honorable and noble, er, occupation." The Elf smiled. "But go ahead. Spend the rest of the day outside and wherever you like."
Celesil hugged her teacher. "Thank you, Nolër," and, as she jumped up to get her ocarina, given to her in childhood by a minstrel, and favorite book, called back, "I promise to double my lessons tomorrow!"
Nolër raised his forearm as a goodbye and said, "Namarie. Nai tier na lai ar laurëa. [Farewell. May your paths be green and golden.]"