written by Lilac.
*Ada = father
*Glan Parth = 'White Field'
*Alfireth = a name for a type of flower
*Gwilwileth = butterfly
*Tinw = small star, in this fic it is Elrond's pet name for Arwen.
Dsclmr: Not mine. *sigh*
A/N: Well, I like this little ficlet. It's a sweet little thing
I did in the early hours of the morning. It's about time I gave you all
some non-humor stuff. On the glan parth and the bein ross; they are not
canon, simply a little idea used for this fic. The Elvish used here is
Sindarin, by the way.
Morning.
Arwen awoke rather groggily, pushing her fawn coloured hair out of her eyes, and rubbing them. She glanced out of her window and was greeted by a rising sun and its rays. She smiled and hopped out of bed, pulling on a robe over her nightgown. She padded along, trying not to make any noise, into her parents room, where she could see the figures of Elrond and Celebrian dimly outlined.
"Ada," she whispered, and shook Elrond's shoulder. He stirred slightly, but didn't wake. Arwen pouted and shook him again. "Ada, wake up. You promised." At this, Elrond blinked several times and peered at his daughter, only half awake. Arwen pouted again. "You said you'd show me the glan parth."
Elrond blinked a few times, and groaned. "You are right. I did. Very well," he forced himself to get out of bed, and dress, while Arwen rocked back and forth on her heels and asked questions that really weren't of any importance, and that she knew would irritate her father.
The glan parth was especially pretty in the morning. Surrounded by small, wispy trees, it was a field full of white flowers, almost seeming like a white blanket had been tossed on to the land. Arwen's rosebud mouth dropped open and she bent to pick a flower, but her father stopped her.
"Look, but refrain from touching, little one," he said, smiling. "Those are alfireth. They are pretty, are they not?"
Arwen nodded, twiddling her fingers. "Are those gwilwileth over there?" she said, pointing to a group of butterflies flocking around a cluster of flowers. Seeing her father nod, she smiled. "They're pretty. They're white too. Is that why you made me dress in white to come here, Ada? Does everything have to be white?"
"Everything except the sky," Elrond grinned. "Really, it is more of a tradition to wear white in the glan parth, than a necessity, tinw," he said, patting Arwen on her dark head. "Be very still, and perhaps we will witness the bein ross."
"What's that?" Arwen asked, clinging to her father's robe.
Elrond patted his daughter on the head again. "Do not be afraid. The bein ross is simply a legend about a starry white rain falling here. Apparently it only falls on one day, this one, and only here. All who see it shall be blessed with beauty and love."
"Don't I already have beauty and love then, Ada?" Arwen asked mischievously.
Elrond laughed. "Of course, tinw, but I meant a different kind of love." At this, Arwen tilted her head.
"Different?" she asked, obviously confused. Her eyebrows knitted together and her bottom lip jutted out in concentration. "How so?" Elrond simply pretended he hadn't heard her and moved on. Arwen stood still, biting her thumb, wondering what he could mean by 'different' love.
"Come along, little one," Elrond called.
Arwen complied and began to plod towards her father. As she walked, a splash of water dropped on to her hair. Pure, sparkling white water.
And as father and daughter left the field, the wind hushed knowingly
and giggled to itself,watching the little elf girl walk away.
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