Eleniel, Daughter Of The Stars
Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did I wouldn't be here with my cool book that I got for Christmas called, "The Languages of Tolkien's Middle Earth" By Ruth S. Noel trying to figure out how to speak Elvish. I would already know. Anyhow, here's the story. My book inspired me. Lets hope it lasts. ^_~
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~Elvish~ unless I can translate it. Some I can, some I find easier to write it like this.
"Common tongue"
'Thinking'
Different language. Almost always Japanese wit ha few exceptions
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I also don't own any of Avril Lavigne songs. You might ask why would I put this here…. You'll understand soon.
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Chapter 1
My Illusions
I was quietly sitting on my bed, staring at nothing, trying to become nothing. I didn't want to be here, I didn't want to live. But I don't want to die. I was depressed, and I knew it. I always hid it well, smiling, laughing, joking, but inside I was screaming. No one understands. They couldn't, they wouldn't. I was different from everyone, more different then they could imagine. But I didn't know it at the time. I was naïve to what I really was, to my darkest fears and desires. You see, I can push everything down so far; that even I can't decipher what I once wanted. Frustrating, it gets sometimes. But I can't change it. I'll break, if I let loose. I'll… I'll disintegrate inside… gone…. Like the wind….
The door to my room opened, and I put on a bright smile. My mom stood there, gently smiling at me, she gave me a hug and said "Good night". Like she always does. I appreciate it. I loved my mother, don't get me wrong, but she couldn't stop what's inside. I played my part, smiling, saying "Good Night" and "I love you". She left the room, and my smile faded to the stony face I wore when I was alone. I tightened the band around my head, and made sure my braid was still secure.
I walked to the wall where my sword stood. A few years ago, when I was 14, I bought these swords after I had received a good amount of money from my family at Christmas time. I had bought Narsil and Sting from the Lord Of The Rings trilogy at a store at the mall. They were real swords. I started taking swords lessons right after, not with those swords of coarse, but with another. Feacoire is what I named it. It means Spirit Stirring in Quenya. I've managed to teach some of the elfish language myself, but I have only gained some much information. I continued to stare at the blade. I held Narsil in front of me. I smiled, a hollow smile. I pulled out my cloth from my pack they lie beside the wall and proceeded to clean the blade. I looked at the other two swords along the wall. I set down the Narsil on the ground, and pulled the other two off and set them down in front of Narsil. I set down with the three blades in front of me then started to clean them. I was so focused with my task, that I didn't noticed the scenery change around me. I heard a noise, I couldn't identify it as being my cat or dog, so I looked up, only to come face to face with an arrowhead. I didn't flinch, but I did put down the sword when he gave a pointed look at it.
~ Why is a woman so near the gates of Rivendale with nothing but three swords? ~ A blond guy asked me.
I stared at him for a moment before replying. "I only know a little of elvish, I don't know exactly what you said. Something about Rivendale, swords, and something else?" I questioned.
"I asked, why is a woman so near the gates of Rivendale with nothing but three swords." He repeated.
"Well, I was in my room at my house, cleaning them, but either I'm hallucinating now, fell asleep, which probably isn't good considering I had swords in front of me, or I magically appeared in the middle of a forest where people from an insane asylum with bows and arrows thinking there is a Rivendale. And I am going to call you Bob because I probably would not be able to pronounce any elvish names save few." I replied almost casually. I didn't know why I was so calm. These people could kill me, but I almost didn't care.
Bob didn't seem to amused at those last two comments. I stayed where I was, for the moment as Bob tried to calm himself down. "My name is-" He was cut off and I turned to the side abruptly.
There was a slight disturbance to the right. I turned to look at what was there. Bob started to look to the right a little after I did, and another with a horse come into the clearing. The guy took a few steps back and positioned the arrow so that he could easily turn either way to shoot.
The new guy on the horse slid easily to the ground, and pulled back his hood. He looked much like Bob. Blond hair and blue eyes. Their structure was much different, as were their features. I was the strange one of the bunch. Red hair and green eyes. I didn't mind though, I was proud of my features. I hated to be normal and regular. I wanted to be different; I wanted them to think me different in a good way, though I honestly didn't care. I had to keep up my profile though. I was the perfect actress. My eyes betrayed nothing, my stance, and facial expressions, showed nothing. They only saw what I wanted them to see.
My illusion.
Bob pulled it back over to me, obviously knowing the new guy. ~Welcome to Rivendale, Legolas. ~ He said.
I let my shock show when I heard his name. I knew what Bob had said. And he called him Legolas. Legolas was an elf…. But he couldn't be… I looked at his ears, and sure enough, they were pointed. I turned back to Bob, and realized that he had pointed ears too.
"Shimatta (Damn)." I cursed under my breath. Both elves heard me and looked at me.
Legolas gave the elf a confused look, Bob rapidly explained in elvish what had happened, but I couldn't pick any of it up because he was speaking too fast. Legolas nodded, then came over to me. Bob kept his bow ready incase I decided to pick up my swords, which I wasn't going to do. Why? Because like I said before, although I did not exactly enjoy life, I wasn't going to give it up so easily. The few moments I did truly enjoyed in life are what I strived for. I will not give those moments I have up so simply.
"What is your name?" Legolas asked.
"It depends on which one you want." I answered. "I have many names in nicknames." It was true. In the last couple years, I've picked up many names from friends and the like.
"Give me the name you wish me to call you."
"How about…Raquel. Very few people know me as that, but I like the way it sounds" I answered. It was my Spanish name from Spanish class.
"Very well, then, Raquel." He said my name with a slight accent, but I didn't mind. It actually sounded kind of cool. "May I ask you what you are doing in Rivendale?"
"I give you the same answer I gave him. I don't know, except I told it to Bob with a few more words." I gave an innocent smile to him. He scowled at me.
Legolas glanced back at Bob before he asked another question. "Do you wish to accompany me to Rivendale then? Until we can understand what happened?"
I shrugged. "I have no where else to go." I stood and Legolas motioned to Bob that he should put his bow away. Bob hesitantly put it away but proceeded to watch me carefully. "Can I take my swords or is the doji (Stupid boy) going to shoot me when I reach for them?"
"You may take them." Legolas answered.
I sat back down on my knees and picked up Narsil carefully by its hilt. My features softened. I felt the familiar weight of it sooth me. A small smile graced my features as I felt the true feelings of contentment stir up inside. I sheathed the sword carefully. I feared, and trusted my sword. To abuse the privilege of using such a beautiful yet deadly blade could mean the life of my own and those around me. I set it down and reached for Feacoire. The blade gave me the same feeling of frightful passion. I placed the sword in its sheath and reached for Sting. I held the smaller dagger for a moment before setting it down to put the swords around my waist in my belt and then picked it up again.
"This one doesn't have a sheath. So I have to carry it." I said. I grabbed my back after putting the cloth back where it belongs. I picked up my pack, held my dagger, and looked at Legolas expectantly.
He raised an eyebrow before speaking up. "Why do you not have a sheath for your sword?"
"It didn't come with one." I answered.
He gave a slightly confused nod then turned to Bob. "I will take responsibility of her for now." Bob nodded before climbing back to his post in the trees.
"Come with me." Legolas took the reigns to his horse then made sure I was following. It was better then staying with Bob. "My name is Legolas, Raquel." I nodded.
I stopped a moment to yell at Bob. "Ja ne, Bob! (Good-bye)" I snickered a little bit before I continued on my way.
Legolas gave me a amused look before asking, "What language it that? And why do you call him Bob?"
"Its Japanese, and I called him Bob because he didn't tell me his name and I didn't want to keep calling him guy." I answered. He chuckled.
I walked up next to the horse as it took my interest. I tilted my head to the side as I stared at it. I horse turned its head as it looked as if it were looking at me. I stared back at it, into its eyes.
After a moment I whispered, "Kokoro. (heart. Common extensions of this meaning are "sincerity" and "spirit/willpower.")" The horse neighed and turned his head enough to nuzzle my shoulder. I was slightly surprised, but I smiled. I rubbed his head.
"He likes you." Legolas said. I shrugged and continued to stroke his mane.
"What's his name?"
"Lithbeleth." He answered.
I thought for a moment then smiled. "If I'm assuming right, that means something along the lines of fading ash?" he nodded. The name fit very well for the horse. His gray coat was like that of ash, but a little slighter in shade.
"How do you know elvish?" He asked.
"Picked it up some different places." I answered vaguely.
After a few moments of silence, which was probably about 10 minutes or so, but sometimes I don't pay enough attention to realize that time has gone by. I started humming a tune to break some of the silence. I tried staying away from singing in front of other people, because from my point of view, I sounded fine, but when I recorded my voice, I nearly cried after I heard how I sounded. Music was my diversion, my escape, my release. I still had my childish dream of singing, but now I knew it was over before it begun. It hurt inside, but I was letting it go. Singing only when I was alone, so no one could hear me.
"What is that tune?" Legolas asked.
Startled I looked over at him then shook my head, "nothing. Just a song I know."
"Can you sing?"
"No."
His turn to look startled. "Are there no words?"
"No, I just can't sing."
"Everyone can sing." He prompted.
"Not me. I sound like I'm dieing." I chuckled.
"It can't be that bad. Will you sing please? We still have a while to go." He gave me a charming smile.
I get extremely defensive and mean towards guys. Especially if it seems like the slightest bit that they might hit on me. Back at school, I've had a decent amount of guys try their stuff on me; none can break through my cold exterior towards them. I only had a few good friends that were male, and them I will allow, as long as they don't try anything.
"I'd rather not."
"I'm sure that if you try, you can prove yourself wrong about your voice."
"Fine. Choose one of these three words. If you choose the right one then I'll sing it." He nodded, a smile on his face. "Iie, Nani mo, Personne Trompe. (No, never mind, Nobody's fool)"
"Then I shall choose the last one." He said.
"Kusottare." I swore. (Stinking son of a…)
"I am assuming that I have the pleasure of hearing you sing?"
"No, I'm saying you have the horror of hearing me sing." I took a deep breath and began.
"Fall back
Take a look at me
And you'll see I'm for real
I feel what only I can feel
And if that don't appeal to you
Let me know
And I'll go
Cuz I flow
Better when my colors show
And that's the way it has to be
Honestly
Cuz creativity could never bloom
In my room
I'd throw it all away before I lie
So don't call me with a compromise
Hang up the phone
I've got a backbone stronger than yours
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la....
If you're tryin' to turn me into someone else
It's easy to see I'm not down with that
I'm no nobody's fool
If you're tryin' to turn me into something else
I've seen enough and I'm over that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you wanna bring me down
Go ahead and try
Go ahead and try
You don't know
You think you know me like yourself
But I fear
That you're only telling me what I wanna hear
But do you give a damn
Understand
That I can't not be who I am
I'm not the milk and cheerios in your spoon
It's not a simple hearing but not so soon
I might've fallen for that when I was fourteen
In a little more dream
But it's amazing what a couple can mean
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la....
If you're tryin' to turn me into someone else
It's easy to see I'm not down with that
I'm no nobody's fool
If you're tryin' to turn me into something else
I've seen enough and I'm over that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you wanna bring me down
Go ahead and try
Go ahead and try
Go ahead and try, try and look me in the eye
But you'll never see inside until you realize, realize
Things are trying to settle down
Just try to figure out exactly what I'm about
If it's with our without you
I don't need you doubting me
If you're tryin' to turn me into someone else
It's easy to see I'm not down with that
I'm no nobody's fool
If you're tryin' to turn me into something else
I've seen enough and I'm over that
I'm not nobody's fool
If you wanna bring me down
Go ahead and try
Go ahead and try
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la....
Would you be laughing out loud
if I played to my own crowd
Try?"
As the last note faded I looked over to him.
He was smiling gently, a content look on his face. "It was pleasant to listen to." He said.
"I doubt it." I raised an eye brow and thought, 'I'm surprised he didn't hold onto his ears and scream for it to stop.'
"Your like the song aren't you?" The elf asked.
I started. "What? I like the song, it doesn't mean I'm it." I said.
He gave me an inquisitive look but didn't comment.
We walked in silence a while longer before we finally reached Rivendale. "Masaka. (Can it be?; It can't be!, No! General term of disbelief/wonderment.)" I gasped. I Guess reality didn't hit me until just then. I gaped for a moment before Legolas stepped into my view.
"Lord Elrond will wish to see you. I will lead you there as soon as Lithbeleth is taken care of."
I nodded and followed him to the stables. I spent the few moments balancing the tip of my blade on my finger. I was startled once again as someone grabbed the hilt then flipped the blade so that he was holding the sharp metal and offered it back to me. I looked up to see blue eyes.
"You should watch yourself, it could have slipped." Legolas warned. I shrugged.
I took the blade and followed him to the building. I looked around, showing wonder on my face, as was expected of me. He led me through many passageways, until he stopped at two large wooden doors. He knocked three times.
"Enter." A voice said through the door.
Legolas opened the door and stepped inside. I followed him, to meet Lord Elrond Half-Elvin.
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Shimatta- Damn
Doji- Stupid boy
Ja ne- Good-bye
Kokoro- heart. Common extensions of this meaning are "sincerity" and "spirit/willpower."
Iie- no
Nani mo- never mind; don't bother; it's okay
Kusottare- Stinking son of a...
Personne Trompe- Nobody's fool (French, couldn't find it in Japanese without the symbols.)
Masaka- Can it be? It can't be!, No! General term of disbelief/wonderment.