Tawar Falatren
Ersellwen is the daughter of Aragorn and Arwen. She is easily the most beautiful of their children, her sister Ariedriel and brothers Nelathron and Eldarion. And she loves a person she has known her whole life.
Legolas, son of Thranduil.
I don't own any of the original characters, except for Ersellwen, Ariedriel and Nelatron, who I made up in my own head.
*At the end of each chapter, I'll type the Elvish translations on it. It's in Sindarin Elvish!
I woke up in my room in Lothlorien, the only noises the sounds of singing Elves and chirping birds hidden deep in the trees, scattered all around the city. I dressed in my white and green dress, with sleeves sewn with golden thread and spiders silk, and braided my long wavy brown hair down my back. As I walked out of my chamber and down the steps to the dining hall, I sang a song I had made up when I was 14 after Legolas had left with Ada on a trip into Mordor, to defeat another group of Orcs.
I wander now, across these hills,
Searching for the one I love.
His hair of gold,
His face of beauty,
My heart mocking my judgement.
Im mista si, athar sin emyn,
tir an i min Im meleth.
Hon fin glawar,
Hon nif o baneth,
Nin hun iaew nin baudh.
I sat in my seat across from Ariedriel, who was nibbling her lembas bread slowly, moving occasionally to her chicken, which was very rarely bit. I was the first to speak. "So, nana, were iareada and Legolas today? I did not see them on my way down." My mother put her lembas bread on her plate. "They are on their way to Rivendell to speak with Elrond about...things. I know not what." I got up and said to my siblings, "Aphada an nin.We should find flowers for them when they come back. Bad lim, bad lim!" They jumped out of their seats, and ran down the steps towards the ground. I kissed nana on the cheek. "I'll try to keep them busy, Mama." She smiled. "You're good at that."
When I reached the three children, they were running around, with mithril baskets, picking any flower they could find. I called out, "Make sure to find Elanor, Athelas and Nephridil for ada and the same for Legolas, but add in some Lisuin. It smells sweetest." I looked down at my bare feet, and picked a small golden flower. "It is named distantly after me," the voice of my mother said from behind me. "It is very beautiful, nana. Thta must be why." She smiled. "Your ada used to keep those everywhere he went. He still has one, in his pocket. It is old, but never has died." I turned around, and smiled. "Hon melith neth." She laughed and walked away.
That night, as my brothers and sister were being pu to bed, my mother sang them her song.
Nin meleth, nin Aragorn, nin taur, nin nemel.
Hon arnad a nin aranarth, hon cuil, nin guruthos.
Vin meleth in thenid han i gwath,
In thenid han i Neder.
Hon in nin meleth, hon in nin meleth gir.
She kissed all three of them goodnight, and I walked to my room, and as quickly as that, I fell asleep.
Ada: father
Aphada an nin: Come with me.
Bad lim!: Run fast!
Hon melith neth: He loves you.
Arwen's song:
My love, my Aragorn, my friend, my heaven, his kingdom and my kingdom, his life, my fear of Death.
Our love is stronger than the Shadow, is stronger than the Nine, he is my love, he is my love forever.
