Disclaimer- No, I do not own LOTR, I do, however own Lalandra, Cresto, and Seanti, oh, and the Dream Elves
*********A/N- hey everyone! thnx for checking this out!! if you haven't read my other story Behind the Scenes, please, read that first, or, at least read chapters 9 and 10. Please review. more to come soon!
*$* The Raven *$*
Prologue: Father
"Amin nowe ron n'kelaya (I thought they would never leave.)" He whispered, glancing around, as he set me down. His voice was soft and musical. "Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lleau' (My heart shall weep until it sees thee again.)" he looked down fondly at me. He was tall, and beautiful. He had long brown hair, and soft brown eyes, under each eye were three small dots, they came from the outer edge of the eye, stopping at the center, from big, to medium, to small. "Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva (sweet water and light laughter till next we meet.)"
He moved to leave, but I let out a small cry of protest. Kneeling down to me, he said, "Dina (be silent.)" His soft smile faltered as he continued, "Namaarie, melamin (farewell, my love.)" He planted a tender kiss on my forehead, and slipped a silver chain around my neck. Then he sprinted away from my sight. My father had left me under a tree in some brush. That is where I stayed, until someone found me. I was only ten at the time.
*********A/N- hey everyone! thnx for checking this out!! if you haven't read my other story Behind the Scenes, please, read that first, or, at least read chapters 9 and 10. Please review. more to come soon!
*$* The Raven *$*
Prologue: Father
"Amin nowe ron n'kelaya (I thought they would never leave.)" He whispered, glancing around, as he set me down. His voice was soft and musical. "Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lleau' (My heart shall weep until it sees thee again.)" he looked down fondly at me. He was tall, and beautiful. He had long brown hair, and soft brown eyes, under each eye were three small dots, they came from the outer edge of the eye, stopping at the center, from big, to medium, to small. "Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva (sweet water and light laughter till next we meet.)"
He moved to leave, but I let out a small cry of protest. Kneeling down to me, he said, "Dina (be silent.)" His soft smile faltered as he continued, "Namaarie, melamin (farewell, my love.)" He planted a tender kiss on my forehead, and slipped a silver chain around my neck. Then he sprinted away from my sight. My father had left me under a tree in some brush. That is where I stayed, until someone found me. I was only ten at the time.