Disclaimer: I do not own the 'The Hobbit' or its characters- I am merely borrowing them for this fanfiction. The characters, places, phrases and et. cetera to be used all respectively belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. I only own the original characters of Tawariell Silimaurë, Oradad and Erenil. Please leave comments and constructive criticisms on this work. Thank you and enjoy. I will be making updates as often as I can. I will also leave the Elvish to English translations at the bottom of the chapter. Thank you and do leave me some reviews!
Chapter One: The Feast of Starlight (The Silimaurë's Departure)
For years on end, she had been trying to help the other peoples of Middle-earth for quite some time, in secrecy nonetheless. It was from the moment she heard of Dale's fiery demise that she had longed to help. In shadow she was kept, her life only lit by the lanterns of those halls. But for years, she had failed. She couldn't have saved Dale, or its people.
By the law of Mirkwood, it was forbidden for one of the Elvenking's kin and family to aid those without his consent; it was surely a mark of treason. But who would she be if not a princess who longed to be an ally and trusted friend to others? Who she be if not but a princess only her word?
But tonight, she would rectify her word once she left the borders of Mirkwood. She would flee, go to the valley of Imladris and seek counsel with Lord Elrond. In him she placed her trust, her well-being and thoughts; she trusted his sense of judgment.
Already she had readied herself, with nothing but her weapons, medicines and clothing arranged in her carrier sack. Her horse, Faelwen, was already prepared and waiting for her in the hidden stables. After her evening with her kin, during the feast for the summer solstice, she would leave in both silence and in peace. However, she would have do it without her adar's blessing; this was her journey, her quest, and she would not risk it over his delayed blessing.
Draped in a rhinestone-riddled gown with a silvery thin frock, the princess made her way down to the throne room where her ada waited for her. Her slipper-covered feet made their way down the cool stone steps, and she walked in an orderly stride.
Tonight it would only be she and her ada, as her muindor and the captain were out scouting the spider-infested forests that were their borders. Already the light of the throne room crept into her eyes. The long, silky red sash also peaked into the corner of her eye, and upon the antlered throne, there he sat. Slowly and softly, she walked up the stair toward him.
"Ah," he said, "so here is the beautiful gem of my halls at last. I was about to send Galion after you, iell nin."
Thranduil's words seemed to be fair and unsuspecting enough, and she wanted it to be kept that way throughout the evening. Her grace remained poised as she did when she approached him, her beauty shining in the lantern lights.
"As here sits the grand jewel of all this world," she said with an innocent smile.
She paused a few feet away from the last step, and she folded her hands across her abdomen peacefully. Thranduil himself walked toward her, and greeted her with a warm embrace. He was peaceful to his children, and since she was his firstborn, he planted a sweet kiss to her temple. She wrapped her arms around him for the returning gesture.
"Come now, Tawariell," he said warmly, wrapping an arm around her, "we make for the dining halls." She nodded in silence and walked with him slowly, thinking to herself.
It was festive, the feast was. Songs of merriment and tales of old were sung, just as the harps played dutifully among the Elvenking and his daughter. Elven maids danced lightly and gracefully among the royals, just as Galion served the king's favorite wine from Dorwinion.
The goblets of pure gold were filled for them both, and each sipped from them with a thirst like no other. Thranduil watched how his daughter ate slowly and in small amounts.
"My daughter, you look famished," the king said, concerned. "Won't you have more to fill your stomach? I only worry about your health and well-being."
The princess looked at him and nodded, taking larger, but simple bites of her fresh, crisp salad. After she finished her salad, she sipped the remaining reminsence of the wine she had in her jeweled goblet.
Thranduil looked at his daughter once again. The tune of the music had changed, as he had asked for it to for the last remaining hour of the evening.
Slowly, he stood up and reached out for her. She took his hand and walked toward the middle of the hall. It was a slow, beautiful piece, one that sang of their histories throughout time. He lead her into a dance, one where he happily danced with her. Their hands were combined softly and the two danced as the sounds of the Eldar's choir echoed in a serene, light melody.
As the last song of the evening began to play, the Elvenking brought his daughter close, allowing her arms to stretch out as he held them. Her fingers entwined with his, just as her back turned to touch the front of his chest.
"You seem quiet, my daughter," he said. "Are you sure you are alright? You barely ate, and you barely spoke. Surely something must be bothering you, my glistening jewel."
As she turned, Tawariell let her hand slip away from his. She shook her head and calmly said, "I am fine, Adar. There is nothing to worry about, really."
At long last, the song ended. An awkward silence preceded between father and daughter. His glassy blue eyes met her calming and mystic greys, but it was all out of arising intent that Thranduil continued to look at her. "Why are you are lying to me?" he asked her.
Tearing herself away, she withdrew her hands and shook her head again. "I am not lying to you, Adar. I would never-"
But her words were cut short the moment he caught her arm. "I want you to be honest, truthful to me. I want you to tell me what is wrong- I demand it."
The princess tore herself away again and picked up the train of her gown, only to run the other way. She breathed in tainted gasps, as she knew he would come after her. "Tawariell! Come back here! Do not ignore me!" Thranduil cried out.
The princess did not listen, but continued to run. She ducked away down a corridor, one which wasn't to be used by others except for the royals. She ran down the darkened path, and she ran immediately to the stables. Do not show fear, she thought to herself. Do not let your own adar frighten you now.
Faelwen was neighing by the time she arrived at the stables, and Tawariell, throwing on only her hooded cloak, mounted the horse's back. She took ahold of the reins and began to trough her horse through the darkness of the halls. But when she reached the gate, she stopped and dismounted so that she could open it. However, she did not expect her adar's servant, Galion, to come down just as she touched the gate.
"Princess!" he cried out. "I must insist that you remain here."
She turned and unsheathed her naneth's sword, Narnamo, and pointed it in his direction. The servant came to a screeching halt, even as he threw his hands in the air.
"Galion, I know you mean well, but I have to leave. I have matters and questions that need to be answered, and so I will leave for Imladris," she calmly said, slowly.
She brought the sword down, and put its back in its sheath. She touched the gates again and forced it open with her strength.
"Ú-chenion, aranel nîn," Galion said, confused and with a tone of sadness in his voice.
Tawariell turned toward Galion and sighed, "Ae aníron nad carnen, han cerithon anim."
Alas, this confrontation between princess and servant was most unusual, as these two had not been alone like this in a millenium. Slowly, she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him. She rested her head on his shoulder for a moment, then she looked back at him.
With soft words, he asked her in a hushed tone, "Man gonoded eraid derithach?" Sighing, Tawariell touched his face and touched her forehead to his own. She then caressed his face, though never actually kissing his wide lips.
But she replied to his question with a definite answer, "Amin caela n'noa."
In silence, she turned and let him go. She tried to repress the tears that were about to form within her eyes, but she could no longer hold them back. The crystal-clear tears fell down her pale cheeks. Galion touched her and turned her around once more.
"Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au', a'maelamin," he whispered. Tawariell threw her arms around him, and she warmly embraced him.
"Hannon le, Galion. Le cenithon ned lû thent." And with the conclusion of those words, she released him and he helped her to mount Faelwen again. She smiled once, and nodded. Galion opened the gates and allowed her to pass, though it meant he would risk the wrath of her adar, the Elvenking whom he had served for many centuries.
(Chapter two to come! )
{ Elvish to English translations:
· Ú-chenion, aranel nîn- I do not understand, my princess.
· Ae aníron nad carnen, han cerithon anim- If I want something done, I'll do it myself.
· Man gonoded eraid derithach- How long will you stay?
· Amin caela n'noa- I have no idea.
· Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au', A'maelamin- My heart shall weep until it sees thee again, my beloved.
· Hannon le, Galion. Le cenithon ned lû thent- Thank you, Galion. I shall see you in a short time.}