A/N: I back. I here with new story.
~*Sky Magic*~
' ' - elvish
" " - common tongue
Disclaimer: Me own nada. Nothing except Rhiadrieal, Faramir the second (note the second), Elmoth and Alfirin.
Chapter One
Rhiadrieal dismounted, handing her reins to the awaiting groom. After the death of Aragorn, Rhiadrieal had rushed to Gondor. She did not know how long Arwen would last and wanted to see her sister again.
"Eldarion," she said, greeting her nephew. "How have you been?"
"I have been fair. You?" Eldarion asked politely.
"I am fair as well," Rhiadrieal replied. She looked around and then shook her head. "I brought my daughter, but it seems she has decided that it would be best for her to disappear before I could introduce you to her. She is very shy."
"I look forward to meeting her," Eldarion said and started to lead Rhiadrieal towards the castle.
***
Alfirin walked out onto an open balcony, escaping the noise and crowd from inside the hall. She wandered to the balcony railing and looked up. The stars twinkled high above her. Her mother had taught her to respect and love all living things. But Alfirin had always loved the stars. She sang a hymn her mother taught her softly.
***
Eldarion wandered the hall; he had managed to lose sight of his friends. He glanced out the door leading to one of the balconies and saw a figure standing, bathed in star and moonlight. He stared, transfixed and then quietly walked towards the person.
She was singing softly, in elfish. He did not understand the words, but was mesmerized by her voice.
"That was beautiful," he said once the maiden finished. She whirled around, surprised, and met his eyes. She had to be the most beautiful creature Eldarion had ever seen. Brilliant golden hair fell in silky waves down to slender hips. Her ears were pointed, marking her an elf. She looked up at him from under long eyelashes, shyness showing in her exquisite, azure eyes. To Eldarion, her rosy lips begged to be kissed. A dark blue dress adorned her slight frame, causing her flawless skin to look pale. A faint blush was beginning to show on her cheeks as Eldarion continued staring.
"Ah, Eldarion," someone said from behind him. "There you are." Elmoth, Eldarion's cousin and friend, ran up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. When he saw what his cousin was staring at, he grinned.
Alfirin had been caught off guard and unaware by the man, but when her brother cam, she had relaxed. 'Elmoth?' she asked, speaking in the language she was most used to. Eldarion continued staring, her voice was soft and melodic, a perfectly musical voice, even though he could not understand a word she said, he loved the way she spoke. 'Why does he stare so?'
'Mayhap he is unnerved by your stunning beauty,' Elmoth replied. 'I myself cannot remember seeing one so beautiful as you.'
'Stop teasing Elmoth,' Alfirin commanded.
'I'm not,' Elmoth retorted dryly.
Alfirin turned to Eldarion. "My name is Alfirin," she told him, her common tongue slightly accented. She offered a shy smile.
"Eldarion," Eldarion said, still staring.
"Eldarion, you are making Alfirin nervous. Do stop staring," Elmoth whispered to Eldarion, taking pity on his sister.
"So you are my cousin. Elmoth thinks highly of you," Alfirin commented. You can't seriously have a crush on your cousin, Eldarion told himself.
"I am pleased to hear so," he muttered. "Have you been to Gondor before?"
"Never. I have never been anywhere besides Eryn Lasgalen or Rivendell or the places between," Alfirin commented, smoothing her dress.
"Do you like Gondor?" he asked.
"I have only been here a day, I could not say," Alfirin replied shyly. "Would you show me around?"
The request was unexpected and slightly unnerving for Eldarion. "I guess," he replied.
"You do not have to if you do not want to," Alfirin told him.
"I will do it," he said.
"Is tomorrow fine?" Alfirin asked sweetly.
"Tomorrow will work," Eldarion said and smiled.
"We will see you tomorrow," Elmoth said, leading Eldarion away. When they were far enough away, Elmoth turned to Eldarion. "If I did not know better, I would say that you had a crush on my little sister!" Elmoth said, laughing.
Eldarion looked at Elmoth with an odd look on his face and then looked away shaking his head.
"You do!" Elmoth exclaimed. "You have a crush on my little sister! If you two were to…well, uh…you know, wouldn't that be incest?"
"You are almost as bad as the ladies when it comes to gossip," Eldarion muttered under his breath. "It depends on your views."
"I am not worse then the court ladies!" Elmoth protested.
"Maybe, but why do you want to know so much?" Eldarion asked.
"She's my little sister. I'm just making sure she doesn't get hurt," Elmoth said defensively.
"What did I miss?" a dark haired youth asked.
"Nothing in particular," Eldarion said, shooting a look at Elmoth that was something of a "don't say a thing or else" look.
"I knew I missed something," Faramir, actually Faramir the Second, muttered. Both he and Eldarion had black hair and gray eyes. They were both larger and stronger then Elmoth, but then again, Elmoth was faster.
"Not much," Elmoth lied.
'Elmoth?' Elmoth turned and saw Alfirin. 'I'm going to my room, tell Mother if she asks.' Faramir stared at her, transfixed. Alfirin looked at him and sighed. 'I seem to have many people staring at me today,' she commented.
'I told you it had to be your beauty,' Elmoth replied.
'I told you to stop teasing,' Alfirin said. 'I will see you tomorrow,' she continued and kissed him on the cheek.
"She's your sister isn't she?" Faramir asked, managing to find his voice.
"Yes," Elmoth replied, this again, he thought.
"Why did you never tell us she was gorgeous? Possibly the most beautiful thing walking Middle Earth?" Faramir demanded.
"I never thought it would matter," Elmoth replied.
"You think it doesn't?" Faramir inquired.
"Besides, I hadn't seen her in fifteen years," Elmoth replied.
"Does she speak any common tongue?" Faramir asked.
"Some, she's more used to speaking our tongues. She'll learn though," Elmoth replied.
"How old is she?" Eldarion asked.
"Eighty-five," Elmoth replied, rolling his eyes.
"She looks as though she's sixteen," Faramir murmered.
"You two had better be careful, Alfirin is a very shy but extraordinarily sweet girl," Elmoth muttered. "Scare her in any way and I swear…"
A/N: The rating on this story may go up. Just warning you here and now so I don't have anyone coming to me and freaking out. R&R. Tell me if I should continue to post it.
~*Sky Magic*~
~*Sky Magic*~
' ' - elvish
" " - common tongue
Disclaimer: Me own nada. Nothing except Rhiadrieal, Faramir the second (note the second), Elmoth and Alfirin.
Chapter One
Rhiadrieal dismounted, handing her reins to the awaiting groom. After the death of Aragorn, Rhiadrieal had rushed to Gondor. She did not know how long Arwen would last and wanted to see her sister again.
"Eldarion," she said, greeting her nephew. "How have you been?"
"I have been fair. You?" Eldarion asked politely.
"I am fair as well," Rhiadrieal replied. She looked around and then shook her head. "I brought my daughter, but it seems she has decided that it would be best for her to disappear before I could introduce you to her. She is very shy."
"I look forward to meeting her," Eldarion said and started to lead Rhiadrieal towards the castle.
***
Alfirin walked out onto an open balcony, escaping the noise and crowd from inside the hall. She wandered to the balcony railing and looked up. The stars twinkled high above her. Her mother had taught her to respect and love all living things. But Alfirin had always loved the stars. She sang a hymn her mother taught her softly.
***
Eldarion wandered the hall; he had managed to lose sight of his friends. He glanced out the door leading to one of the balconies and saw a figure standing, bathed in star and moonlight. He stared, transfixed and then quietly walked towards the person.
She was singing softly, in elfish. He did not understand the words, but was mesmerized by her voice.
"That was beautiful," he said once the maiden finished. She whirled around, surprised, and met his eyes. She had to be the most beautiful creature Eldarion had ever seen. Brilliant golden hair fell in silky waves down to slender hips. Her ears were pointed, marking her an elf. She looked up at him from under long eyelashes, shyness showing in her exquisite, azure eyes. To Eldarion, her rosy lips begged to be kissed. A dark blue dress adorned her slight frame, causing her flawless skin to look pale. A faint blush was beginning to show on her cheeks as Eldarion continued staring.
"Ah, Eldarion," someone said from behind him. "There you are." Elmoth, Eldarion's cousin and friend, ran up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. When he saw what his cousin was staring at, he grinned.
Alfirin had been caught off guard and unaware by the man, but when her brother cam, she had relaxed. 'Elmoth?' she asked, speaking in the language she was most used to. Eldarion continued staring, her voice was soft and melodic, a perfectly musical voice, even though he could not understand a word she said, he loved the way she spoke. 'Why does he stare so?'
'Mayhap he is unnerved by your stunning beauty,' Elmoth replied. 'I myself cannot remember seeing one so beautiful as you.'
'Stop teasing Elmoth,' Alfirin commanded.
'I'm not,' Elmoth retorted dryly.
Alfirin turned to Eldarion. "My name is Alfirin," she told him, her common tongue slightly accented. She offered a shy smile.
"Eldarion," Eldarion said, still staring.
"Eldarion, you are making Alfirin nervous. Do stop staring," Elmoth whispered to Eldarion, taking pity on his sister.
"So you are my cousin. Elmoth thinks highly of you," Alfirin commented. You can't seriously have a crush on your cousin, Eldarion told himself.
"I am pleased to hear so," he muttered. "Have you been to Gondor before?"
"Never. I have never been anywhere besides Eryn Lasgalen or Rivendell or the places between," Alfirin commented, smoothing her dress.
"Do you like Gondor?" he asked.
"I have only been here a day, I could not say," Alfirin replied shyly. "Would you show me around?"
The request was unexpected and slightly unnerving for Eldarion. "I guess," he replied.
"You do not have to if you do not want to," Alfirin told him.
"I will do it," he said.
"Is tomorrow fine?" Alfirin asked sweetly.
"Tomorrow will work," Eldarion said and smiled.
"We will see you tomorrow," Elmoth said, leading Eldarion away. When they were far enough away, Elmoth turned to Eldarion. "If I did not know better, I would say that you had a crush on my little sister!" Elmoth said, laughing.
Eldarion looked at Elmoth with an odd look on his face and then looked away shaking his head.
"You do!" Elmoth exclaimed. "You have a crush on my little sister! If you two were to…well, uh…you know, wouldn't that be incest?"
"You are almost as bad as the ladies when it comes to gossip," Eldarion muttered under his breath. "It depends on your views."
"I am not worse then the court ladies!" Elmoth protested.
"Maybe, but why do you want to know so much?" Eldarion asked.
"She's my little sister. I'm just making sure she doesn't get hurt," Elmoth said defensively.
"What did I miss?" a dark haired youth asked.
"Nothing in particular," Eldarion said, shooting a look at Elmoth that was something of a "don't say a thing or else" look.
"I knew I missed something," Faramir, actually Faramir the Second, muttered. Both he and Eldarion had black hair and gray eyes. They were both larger and stronger then Elmoth, but then again, Elmoth was faster.
"Not much," Elmoth lied.
'Elmoth?' Elmoth turned and saw Alfirin. 'I'm going to my room, tell Mother if she asks.' Faramir stared at her, transfixed. Alfirin looked at him and sighed. 'I seem to have many people staring at me today,' she commented.
'I told you it had to be your beauty,' Elmoth replied.
'I told you to stop teasing,' Alfirin said. 'I will see you tomorrow,' she continued and kissed him on the cheek.
"She's your sister isn't she?" Faramir asked, managing to find his voice.
"Yes," Elmoth replied, this again, he thought.
"Why did you never tell us she was gorgeous? Possibly the most beautiful thing walking Middle Earth?" Faramir demanded.
"I never thought it would matter," Elmoth replied.
"You think it doesn't?" Faramir inquired.
"Besides, I hadn't seen her in fifteen years," Elmoth replied.
"Does she speak any common tongue?" Faramir asked.
"Some, she's more used to speaking our tongues. She'll learn though," Elmoth replied.
"How old is she?" Eldarion asked.
"Eighty-five," Elmoth replied, rolling his eyes.
"She looks as though she's sixteen," Faramir murmered.
"You two had better be careful, Alfirin is a very shy but extraordinarily sweet girl," Elmoth muttered. "Scare her in any way and I swear…"
A/N: The rating on this story may go up. Just warning you here and now so I don't have anyone coming to me and freaking out. R&R. Tell me if I should continue to post it.
~*Sky Magic*~