Warning, disclaimer, thing: "My name is Arwen*the lady of Lorien and I am
. " I trail off, dreading ever coming here.
"Speak child, there is no shame here." The counsellor smiled, it looked forced, perhaps she had had enough of the ME counselling group.
"A Legomance writer." The room filled with the sound of shock, a few hobbits began to cry, and an elf even fled from the room.
"Out!" Screamed the counsellor gently messaging her temples, "Romance writers . . " She muttered, " Fellowships Bain."
In other words I don't own LOTR and this is a Legomance.
Aragorn mounted his horse quickly and effortlessly, his daughter looked up at him her bright eyes filled with wonder. He looked down upon her, "Do not worry! I have had many years of practice." Sirthfiniel smiled, nodding her head and looking at her own small pony. She named it Shadowfax in honour of the king of horses, which she had heard of in the few tales that her father thought fit to tell her. She mounted it with great difficulty however she was soon sat astride it. She beamed up at Aragorn with a sense of great pride, "Well done little one," he said. Sirthfiniel watched as her father began to ride slowly away, turning round to make sure that his daughter would follow. Sirthfiniel face fixed with concentration her father had showed her many times but this was the first time she had ridden a horse. Sirthfiniel tried to get the horse to move but it would not work, she sighed and leant gently over to the ponies' ear, she whispered something in Sindarin and the horse obediently began to move. Sirthfiniel felt a surge of excitement. "Father!" she cried.
"Well done, what did you say?"
" I tried the way you showed me but it did not work, I asked him to walk and he did!" Aragorn laughed, "Perhaps you are more like an elf than I first realised." Sirthfiniel smiled, it had to be the greatest compliment she had ever received. Sirthfiniel tried to remain balanced on her horse and keep pace on with her father, despite the fact he had almost slowed to a halt. "Shall I ever be able to ride as well as you father?" Sirthfiniel asked hopefully.
"Yes, perhaps better." He replied, "Though it shall not happen over night. Do not be disappointed if it takes hard work and many years. Patience and hard work reap the best rewards." Sirthfiniel nodded, she wanted to learn how to ride and was willing to dedicate as much time as she had to it.
"I will not."
"Then I shall be only to willing to take you riding as often as you wish." Sirthfiniel thanked her father, as he began to speed up slightly. Sirthfiniel began to ride gradually faster, and soon she could ride almost go as fast as her father (though she knew he was taking pity on her and again going slowly). As Sirthfiniel trotted along she could not help but fell that one-day Shadowfax would carry her to adventure. * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
15 years later
Sirthfiniel gave a heavy sigh, taking a piece of her long dark hair and carefully twisting it round her finger. She was trying to pay attention to her sisters current lecture, or at least remember what had caused it." Sirthfiniel!" She heard her Alcchilien cry, "Pray tell, what did I just say?" Sirthfiniel looked up, hesitating for a moment. "That I am a princess and should conduct myself as such. How often must I be told this?" Sirthfiniel said. Alcchilien looked at her suspiciously, as if knowing that she had guessed the answer. "Until, you begin to." Sirthfiniel shook her head, "Then I fear I shall hear this a thousand times." Alcchilien looked at her sharply, an expression of annoyance upon her face. Sirthfiniel smiled, for she knew that this infuriated her sister more than anything that she could say. And just as she had expected her to Alcchilien let out an exasperated noise. "Sister, why can you not leave me be?"
"Because," Her sister said," I care about you."
Sirthfiniel laughed. "If you truly cared about me then you would leave me be!" it was an all to familiar and endless argument, it had started the first day that Sirthfiniel had declared she was going to learn to use a sword and had never ended. Sirthfiniel stood up, "My dear prudent sister, do you not have enough girls to pass your wisdom onto? Do not inflict it on me!" Sirthfiniel turned quickly on her heel and towards her chamber at the end of the hall. She sat upon her bed, reflecting on the tale her father had just told her. It had been about Gandalf, It had been short for her father was selective about what he should tell her. Suddenly an idea came to her, and standing up she swiftly moved out the dark oak door. She walked through countless corridors and passages until she came to a wide passage, which led to a large high roofed room. Mounted upon the walls were many pieces of armour and weapons that had long surpassed their use. Sirthfiniel walked to the back wall looking at a long sword. It was of no important value or worth and Sirthfiniel felt that it would be fitting for its use, for should she take it her father should not be angered. She lifted it gently swinging it from side to side it made a satisfying cracking sound. Sirthfiniel saw orcs before her she moved the sword thrusting towards them and beheading many, she could see the uruk Hai in the distance she was heading towards the first.
"Sirthfiniel! What are you doing?" Eldarion cried behind her. Sirthfiniel spun around dropping the sword; it made a clattering sound behind her.
" I was looking around the armoury room."
"With a sword in your hand?" He said dryly looking at the sword beside her feet, "There are no orcs here, sister." Sirthfiniel smiled.
"Has father yet to show you how to use a sword?" Sirthfiniel nodded.
"I am that unskilled that even after watching for a few moments you can tell." She sighed.
"No," He laughed, "Though I am sure that father would not have taught you to cry "Gurth an Glamhoth" Sirthfiniel looked away from her brother. He walked over taking his sister by the arm.
"Sirthfiniel, I shall show you." Eldarion lifted another sword and began to show her the basic techniques. Sirthfiniel was surprised at her brothers' kindness, they had always shared an important friendship but he was oft exploring the lands or playing with other boys. She appreciated the fact that he should stop this just to help her, despite the fact he had once told her that learning to fight should be of no use to her. She should never need it. Sirthfiniel watched carefully, all to aware that her brother generous spirit may not last. Sirthfiniel was determined to learn all that she could while it held out. Later that evening, Sirthfiniel returned to her chamber feeling both proud and tired. She had practiced for hours after her brother had left and her arms felt heavy yet she felt content and happy in a way she had never done before as if some great weight she had not known she carried had been lifted. Felling bemused Sirthfiniel drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Gurth an Glamhoth: death to the din-hord (orcs)
"Speak child, there is no shame here." The counsellor smiled, it looked forced, perhaps she had had enough of the ME counselling group.
"A Legomance writer." The room filled with the sound of shock, a few hobbits began to cry, and an elf even fled from the room.
"Out!" Screamed the counsellor gently messaging her temples, "Romance writers . . " She muttered, " Fellowships Bain."
In other words I don't own LOTR and this is a Legomance.
Aragorn mounted his horse quickly and effortlessly, his daughter looked up at him her bright eyes filled with wonder. He looked down upon her, "Do not worry! I have had many years of practice." Sirthfiniel smiled, nodding her head and looking at her own small pony. She named it Shadowfax in honour of the king of horses, which she had heard of in the few tales that her father thought fit to tell her. She mounted it with great difficulty however she was soon sat astride it. She beamed up at Aragorn with a sense of great pride, "Well done little one," he said. Sirthfiniel watched as her father began to ride slowly away, turning round to make sure that his daughter would follow. Sirthfiniel face fixed with concentration her father had showed her many times but this was the first time she had ridden a horse. Sirthfiniel tried to get the horse to move but it would not work, she sighed and leant gently over to the ponies' ear, she whispered something in Sindarin and the horse obediently began to move. Sirthfiniel felt a surge of excitement. "Father!" she cried.
"Well done, what did you say?"
" I tried the way you showed me but it did not work, I asked him to walk and he did!" Aragorn laughed, "Perhaps you are more like an elf than I first realised." Sirthfiniel smiled, it had to be the greatest compliment she had ever received. Sirthfiniel tried to remain balanced on her horse and keep pace on with her father, despite the fact he had almost slowed to a halt. "Shall I ever be able to ride as well as you father?" Sirthfiniel asked hopefully.
"Yes, perhaps better." He replied, "Though it shall not happen over night. Do not be disappointed if it takes hard work and many years. Patience and hard work reap the best rewards." Sirthfiniel nodded, she wanted to learn how to ride and was willing to dedicate as much time as she had to it.
"I will not."
"Then I shall be only to willing to take you riding as often as you wish." Sirthfiniel thanked her father, as he began to speed up slightly. Sirthfiniel began to ride gradually faster, and soon she could ride almost go as fast as her father (though she knew he was taking pity on her and again going slowly). As Sirthfiniel trotted along she could not help but fell that one-day Shadowfax would carry her to adventure. * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
15 years later
Sirthfiniel gave a heavy sigh, taking a piece of her long dark hair and carefully twisting it round her finger. She was trying to pay attention to her sisters current lecture, or at least remember what had caused it." Sirthfiniel!" She heard her Alcchilien cry, "Pray tell, what did I just say?" Sirthfiniel looked up, hesitating for a moment. "That I am a princess and should conduct myself as such. How often must I be told this?" Sirthfiniel said. Alcchilien looked at her suspiciously, as if knowing that she had guessed the answer. "Until, you begin to." Sirthfiniel shook her head, "Then I fear I shall hear this a thousand times." Alcchilien looked at her sharply, an expression of annoyance upon her face. Sirthfiniel smiled, for she knew that this infuriated her sister more than anything that she could say. And just as she had expected her to Alcchilien let out an exasperated noise. "Sister, why can you not leave me be?"
"Because," Her sister said," I care about you."
Sirthfiniel laughed. "If you truly cared about me then you would leave me be!" it was an all to familiar and endless argument, it had started the first day that Sirthfiniel had declared she was going to learn to use a sword and had never ended. Sirthfiniel stood up, "My dear prudent sister, do you not have enough girls to pass your wisdom onto? Do not inflict it on me!" Sirthfiniel turned quickly on her heel and towards her chamber at the end of the hall. She sat upon her bed, reflecting on the tale her father had just told her. It had been about Gandalf, It had been short for her father was selective about what he should tell her. Suddenly an idea came to her, and standing up she swiftly moved out the dark oak door. She walked through countless corridors and passages until she came to a wide passage, which led to a large high roofed room. Mounted upon the walls were many pieces of armour and weapons that had long surpassed their use. Sirthfiniel walked to the back wall looking at a long sword. It was of no important value or worth and Sirthfiniel felt that it would be fitting for its use, for should she take it her father should not be angered. She lifted it gently swinging it from side to side it made a satisfying cracking sound. Sirthfiniel saw orcs before her she moved the sword thrusting towards them and beheading many, she could see the uruk Hai in the distance she was heading towards the first.
"Sirthfiniel! What are you doing?" Eldarion cried behind her. Sirthfiniel spun around dropping the sword; it made a clattering sound behind her.
" I was looking around the armoury room."
"With a sword in your hand?" He said dryly looking at the sword beside her feet, "There are no orcs here, sister." Sirthfiniel smiled.
"Has father yet to show you how to use a sword?" Sirthfiniel nodded.
"I am that unskilled that even after watching for a few moments you can tell." She sighed.
"No," He laughed, "Though I am sure that father would not have taught you to cry "Gurth an Glamhoth" Sirthfiniel looked away from her brother. He walked over taking his sister by the arm.
"Sirthfiniel, I shall show you." Eldarion lifted another sword and began to show her the basic techniques. Sirthfiniel was surprised at her brothers' kindness, they had always shared an important friendship but he was oft exploring the lands or playing with other boys. She appreciated the fact that he should stop this just to help her, despite the fact he had once told her that learning to fight should be of no use to her. She should never need it. Sirthfiniel watched carefully, all to aware that her brother generous spirit may not last. Sirthfiniel was determined to learn all that she could while it held out. Later that evening, Sirthfiniel returned to her chamber feeling both proud and tired. She had practiced for hours after her brother had left and her arms felt heavy yet she felt content and happy in a way she had never done before as if some great weight she had not known she carried had been lifted. Felling bemused Sirthfiniel drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Gurth an Glamhoth: death to the din-hord (orcs)