A/N Ok, although I've written other stories before, this is going to be my
"serious" one where I do my best without slacking off (mostly...) It may
take longer to post, then. Please r/r, it will be eternally appreciated!
DISCLAMER: This world is mine, and mine alone. My characters are from my mind, everything is my creation. Except I do not take credit for the Elfish language, and very few LOTR characters(that come later). Thank yous to Tolkien(obviously), Tamera Pierce, K.A. Applegate, Emi-Kins, and Megolas for inspiration.
Chapter 1
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"Amelaminmy love," a soft, rich voice murmured tenderly. "Quel amrungood morning." Slowly Allaine, an Elf, awoke, her thick black lashes fluttering as her eyes focused and she blinked. A smile played on her full pink lips as she saw Jaike, the love of her long life, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Quel amrun," Allaine returned, reaching up one of her fair-skinned hands to stroke Jaike's dark dirt-colored hair away from his face. "Amin mela lleI love you." Leaning over, Jaike lightly brushed his lips with hers in a soft kiss. Jaike paused for a moment after pulling away. Her eyes, the color of the forest in mid-spring, danced excitedly. Allaine also looked into her beloved's eyes, which seemed like the ocean after a storm. A light grayish blue, full of mischief and tenderness. Love radiated from them to her. A soft knock came from outside the closed doors of the room.
"Who is it?" called Allaine in common-speech to whoever was waiting there. The knob squeaked as a servant opened the door. Seeing the two, the servant faltered. Jaike realized what the situation looked like to the poor maid, and left the room. As he was strolling out the door, he turned.
"Namaariefarewell, amaelaminmy beloved." Allaine's body shivered and her heart pounded within her chest. Jaike has always made her feel giddy with pleasure when he showed his affection. The handmaid cleared her throat.
"Ah hem, Lady Allaine?" the servant said cautiously in common speech. "May I help you ready for this morn?" Allaine snapped out of her blissful daze and nodded.
"Yes, I suppose." The maid then helped her to dress in an elegant silk gown the color of her eyes, trimmed in gold lace. Her long sandy-blonde hair was braided in two, then the patterns intertwined with one another. She wore gold slippers like her gown's lace, and around her neck another gold ornament--a gift from Jaike--hung. After dismissing Kelli, the maid, Allaine looked herself over in a long mirror.
"I wonder," she thought out loud to her reflection. "Is this really what I want? I did endear the training I was given, as every woman elf is, but I also enjoy my lady life. Can I have both?" Not expecting an answer from the Elf in the glass, Allaine turned and swept herself from the room, hoping to be able to catch Jaike at breakfast.
~*~*~*~
The breakfast hall was deserted when the Lady of the House of Harwem entered. Alone at a table sat Jaike from the House of Gransir. As his eyes found Allaine he stood, approaching her.
"Amelamin," he murmured again in their native language, as he always had. They stood watching each other, and the room suddenly heated up with their temperatures and the Hall sounded with the beating of their hearts.
"Jaike," whispered Allaine softly to him. "Although our time apart was short, my heart craves for your touch." Jaike grinned mischievously and kindly, moving towards her.
"Then let me satisfy your heart's desire," he answered her equally softly, caressing her face. He pulled her into his arms, where he gently pressed his lips to hers. Bliss overtook them, and Allaine, after pulling her lips from Jaike's-to his soft protest-leaned her head against his shoulder. He made her feel so secure and safe, she prayed that they could forever be together. Yearning to stay in his hold forever, Allaine backed away.
"We must part now, Amin caunmy prince. Against my will you must now return to your daily activities, and I to mine." Jaike nodded solemnly, but his eyes were playful.
"Alas, Amelamin, you are correct, and so I take my leave." He bowed, winking at her, and left to the archery fields. Allaine, now alone, took refuge onto her balcony, where her sanctuary lies.
DISCLAMER: This world is mine, and mine alone. My characters are from my mind, everything is my creation. Except I do not take credit for the Elfish language, and very few LOTR characters(that come later). Thank yous to Tolkien(obviously), Tamera Pierce, K.A. Applegate, Emi-Kins, and Megolas for inspiration.
Chapter 1
~~~~~
"Amelaminmy love," a soft, rich voice murmured tenderly. "Quel amrungood morning." Slowly Allaine, an Elf, awoke, her thick black lashes fluttering as her eyes focused and she blinked. A smile played on her full pink lips as she saw Jaike, the love of her long life, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Quel amrun," Allaine returned, reaching up one of her fair-skinned hands to stroke Jaike's dark dirt-colored hair away from his face. "Amin mela lleI love you." Leaning over, Jaike lightly brushed his lips with hers in a soft kiss. Jaike paused for a moment after pulling away. Her eyes, the color of the forest in mid-spring, danced excitedly. Allaine also looked into her beloved's eyes, which seemed like the ocean after a storm. A light grayish blue, full of mischief and tenderness. Love radiated from them to her. A soft knock came from outside the closed doors of the room.
"Who is it?" called Allaine in common-speech to whoever was waiting there. The knob squeaked as a servant opened the door. Seeing the two, the servant faltered. Jaike realized what the situation looked like to the poor maid, and left the room. As he was strolling out the door, he turned.
"Namaariefarewell, amaelaminmy beloved." Allaine's body shivered and her heart pounded within her chest. Jaike has always made her feel giddy with pleasure when he showed his affection. The handmaid cleared her throat.
"Ah hem, Lady Allaine?" the servant said cautiously in common speech. "May I help you ready for this morn?" Allaine snapped out of her blissful daze and nodded.
"Yes, I suppose." The maid then helped her to dress in an elegant silk gown the color of her eyes, trimmed in gold lace. Her long sandy-blonde hair was braided in two, then the patterns intertwined with one another. She wore gold slippers like her gown's lace, and around her neck another gold ornament--a gift from Jaike--hung. After dismissing Kelli, the maid, Allaine looked herself over in a long mirror.
"I wonder," she thought out loud to her reflection. "Is this really what I want? I did endear the training I was given, as every woman elf is, but I also enjoy my lady life. Can I have both?" Not expecting an answer from the Elf in the glass, Allaine turned and swept herself from the room, hoping to be able to catch Jaike at breakfast.
~*~*~*~
The breakfast hall was deserted when the Lady of the House of Harwem entered. Alone at a table sat Jaike from the House of Gransir. As his eyes found Allaine he stood, approaching her.
"Amelamin," he murmured again in their native language, as he always had. They stood watching each other, and the room suddenly heated up with their temperatures and the Hall sounded with the beating of their hearts.
"Jaike," whispered Allaine softly to him. "Although our time apart was short, my heart craves for your touch." Jaike grinned mischievously and kindly, moving towards her.
"Then let me satisfy your heart's desire," he answered her equally softly, caressing her face. He pulled her into his arms, where he gently pressed his lips to hers. Bliss overtook them, and Allaine, after pulling her lips from Jaike's-to his soft protest-leaned her head against his shoulder. He made her feel so secure and safe, she prayed that they could forever be together. Yearning to stay in his hold forever, Allaine backed away.
"We must part now, Amin caunmy prince. Against my will you must now return to your daily activities, and I to mine." Jaike nodded solemnly, but his eyes were playful.
"Alas, Amelamin, you are correct, and so I take my leave." He bowed, winking at her, and left to the archery fields. Allaine, now alone, took refuge onto her balcony, where her sanctuary lies.