The Return of the Morning Star
By U2LoVeR
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A/N: Enjoy!
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The old woman sat back in her comfy chair and smiled. As she smiled, the wrinkles in her face deepened, making her look ancient. But she was not thinking about how she looked, for the old woman was remembering.
Sunlight, blue skies, a green field dotted with flowers by the roaring sea, and the sound of children laughing. She turned around to see the faces of-
"Excuse us," the voice snapped the aged woman out of her daydream. She turned to the direction of the voice. A boy stood there. He was in the awkward stage between childhood and adolescence, she observed, skinny with bright eyes and dark hair. Next to him was a young girl, about ten, with the same dark hair and bright eyes that led the old woman to conclude that she was the boy's sister. She could tell that they were probably descendants of Elros, not only by their dark hair and bright eyes, but they had the dignity and grace of all his descendants.
"Yes?" the woman replied. Though her voice was stern, the sparkle in her eyes and small smile on her lips encouraged the youth to continue.
"We-my sister and I- wanted to know if you would tell us a story."
The old woman smiled a little again. "What story would that be?"
The young girl butted in excitedly when she saw the woman's smile, "The story of the Children of Elwen!"
The old woman did not smile any more. "Why do you want to know that story? Is not there other story tellers who will tell you that story?"
The boy answered this time, "Oh, we have asked them to tell us that story, for I heard something about that story from my mother and whispered amongst the adults like some rumor, but the story tellers would not tell that story. They said to come to you."
"Why did they not tell it?" she asked.
"They said it was it was to high for them. They said that you were the best story teller and the only one who could tell the story," the young girl replied, sheepishly.
After a moment's hesitation, she looked in the two children's pleading eyes. "Alright. There are some cookies and milk in the kitchen. Quickly, go grab them."
The children ran to the kitchen and back. They sat at her feet and started happily munched on the cookies, waiting for the story to begin. The old woman sighed and looked out her window, at the gentle Númenor seaside.
"Where does one begin in such a long story?" she asked aloud to herself.
"At the beginning," the young girl suggested happily.
The old woman gave the little girl a broad smile, for she loved children. "You are wise beyond your years. Yes, I shall begin at the beginning."
By U2LoVeR
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A/N: Enjoy!
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The old woman sat back in her comfy chair and smiled. As she smiled, the wrinkles in her face deepened, making her look ancient. But she was not thinking about how she looked, for the old woman was remembering.
Sunlight, blue skies, a green field dotted with flowers by the roaring sea, and the sound of children laughing. She turned around to see the faces of-
"Excuse us," the voice snapped the aged woman out of her daydream. She turned to the direction of the voice. A boy stood there. He was in the awkward stage between childhood and adolescence, she observed, skinny with bright eyes and dark hair. Next to him was a young girl, about ten, with the same dark hair and bright eyes that led the old woman to conclude that she was the boy's sister. She could tell that they were probably descendants of Elros, not only by their dark hair and bright eyes, but they had the dignity and grace of all his descendants.
"Yes?" the woman replied. Though her voice was stern, the sparkle in her eyes and small smile on her lips encouraged the youth to continue.
"We-my sister and I- wanted to know if you would tell us a story."
The old woman smiled a little again. "What story would that be?"
The young girl butted in excitedly when she saw the woman's smile, "The story of the Children of Elwen!"
The old woman did not smile any more. "Why do you want to know that story? Is not there other story tellers who will tell you that story?"
The boy answered this time, "Oh, we have asked them to tell us that story, for I heard something about that story from my mother and whispered amongst the adults like some rumor, but the story tellers would not tell that story. They said to come to you."
"Why did they not tell it?" she asked.
"They said it was it was to high for them. They said that you were the best story teller and the only one who could tell the story," the young girl replied, sheepishly.
After a moment's hesitation, she looked in the two children's pleading eyes. "Alright. There are some cookies and milk in the kitchen. Quickly, go grab them."
The children ran to the kitchen and back. They sat at her feet and started happily munched on the cookies, waiting for the story to begin. The old woman sighed and looked out her window, at the gentle Númenor seaside.
"Where does one begin in such a long story?" she asked aloud to herself.
"At the beginning," the young girl suggested happily.
The old woman gave the little girl a broad smile, for she loved children. "You are wise beyond your years. Yes, I shall begin at the beginning."