Disclaimer- I do not own ANY of the characters that are from Lord of the
Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien, and not even the plot of the story. : Sniff,
Sniff: I just decided to use them because they were already there for me.
All I own is Cambriella and her horse.
Cambriella paced the shadowy starlit corridors of Imladris, retracing footsteps she had placed so very long ago on that night. Her footsteps were light and hardly sounded, much different from the night when her sobs, she had been told, rang throughout Imladris and her feet pounded against the stone, as she had blindly run from the council. Those who saw her this night though, watched from the shadows, watched, as she seemed to slowly glide over the smooth polished stone. Her shadowy form, very presence caused those who saw her to involuntarily recall those thoughts they possessed of such sadness and joy that they were inexpressible by mortal means. Cambriella stopped, letting the cool night breeze wash over her. On the outside, her countenance was quiet and calm. One who saw her delicate features bathed in moonlight would think not of any other but the night, but behind that still peaceful mask, chaos reigned. She could still hear her screams and feel the tears as they poured down her face. Still remember those last happy days. Still feel the anger and sadness coursing through her like a tidal wave. She could smell the blood and see the orcs that had long since been scattered to the wind. These memories where most always painful and vivid, more so, for as of that night, it had been a full ten years since his death. Slowly the anger and vengeance resided as the cool night and the faint sound of water, rushing over stones, calmed her. It was replaced by a deep constant ache of longing and loss. She sighed heavily from the burden, wishing she could confide in someone, wishing she could move on to the other world so she could be with him again. No. She mentally stopped herself from thinking things like that. No. Her people needed her how could she even think of abandoning them! She sighed once more as she turned and continued to walk along the now familiar path. Legolas Greenleaf gazed out of one of the many stone archways into the night. Far off, a figure on a far balcony caught his attention, a graceful figure, glad in gray, standing forlorn against the darkness. Softly he heard the figure faintly start to sing. The clear voice slowly grew louder as the high cliffs and waterfalls reflected and absorbed the sound. It was high pitched and had a beautiful, eerie, ringing quality to it that pierced and softened all at once. It rose and fell like waves as it became louder until he could faintly make out the words:
".O frondens virga, in tua nobilitate stans, sicut aurora procedit: super sidera. O flos, tu non germinasti de rore, de guttis pluvie, in nobilissima virga te produxit atque amantissima in omnia in tua nobilitate stans. O frondens virga, guade et letare..."
He listened intently until the last echoes had died away. Then returned his attention to the present. He once again looked out upon the gray figure and realized whom it must be. Elrond had introduced the company of Elves he had arrived with, to her. It was Cambriella. He remembered how cold and distant she had been toward everyone, as well as the sadness that seemed to hang in the air around her. He and his companions had arrived from Mirkwood in the late afternoon in response to the letter explaining the Great Council. They were the ambassadors that Mirkwood had sent to represent the Elven kind. Elrond had greeted them in the Entrance Hall and with him he had brought several hobbits, a tall woman with gold hair who was obviously part Elven, Aragon, Gandalf and other member of his household. The hobbits where introduced as Merry, Pippin, Frodo, and Sam. Aragon was presented very plainly so as not to draw attention to his status as the heir of Gondor. All of the elves though, including Legolas, had bowed their heads slightly though at the mention of his name for they knew who he was. Gandalf was then introduced, but not formally, for many of the elves already knew who he was. Lastly the woman was introduced, as Cambriella Venchisika. Legolas noticed that Elrond's voice seemed to soften slightly as he said her name, but instead of welcoming the elves Cambriella glared icily and walked away wordlessly. Later on in private Legolas had asked Elrond why she had seemed so cold and distant.
"Her betrothed, Celeb Moonsword, was killed by orcs from Mordor a week before their marriage," he had replied heavily, "He was going to visit the Elves of Lothlorion. It was supposed to be just a brief visit, but he was ambushed on the way. I imagine that is why she could not bare to meet you, for though it has been near ten years and she is half Elven, she still cannot bare to be around elves for she blames them all somewhat, for his death."
"Then why does not someone remind her that it was done by the Dark Lord Sauron and carried out by his orcs? The fair people of Lothlorion and the elves have no part in the blame!" he remembered replying.
" Yes, but is it not true that when you are pained and hurt you say or do things you do not intend and even you must know that it is easier to blame others then except the truth when it is harsh. She is recovering though and I did say she only blames the elves slightly. No, you must understand that the anger for this is not directed toward the elves. No, her true anger for this lies toward Mordor. Legolas, leave her. In two days time it will be the anniversary of his death. Please do not disturb her on this night, for she has a special routine that she follows until midnight. Please do not disturb this time for her. If you desire to converse, please wait until midnight, for she is like a daughter to me and I wish to see these wounds healed."
Now, as Legolas watched the still figure, he realized that he did wish to converse with her for he had many questions. As he slowly worked his way through the starlit corridors he wondered if she would even speak to him. He finally came back out into the night; silently he moved out onto a balcony that was joined to the one she stood on.
Cambriella stood, her feet planted firmly apart on the solid stone floor. Her hands grasped the railing tightly and a gray cloak billowed and swirled about her in the wind. She gazed out into the night as she silently said a tenth goodbye to Celeb. Her face was devoid of any expression but as Legolas silently drew nearer he became aware of a sadness, not prominent in any feature. No, he felt rather then saw it, a deep lingering sadness. He walked closer and stopped a few feet away when he saw her form stiffen. She spun around and in the same instant her hand grasped the hilt of a sword at her side. Legolas raised his hands in the air,
"I am unarmed." He said.
She relaxed slightly, but not much, letting her hand drift back to the railing. "Why are you here?" She demanded, her voice icy.
He studied her face, a stone mask that portrayed no emotion and realized that she had hardened herself over the years since his death. "I heard your singing and it sounded so beautiful I came down to ask what it was, for it was sung in no form of language I know." Legolas replied.
"It is a foreign language not many should know." She stated, her face still a mask.
There was a long silence between them that Legolas broke, "What was he like? Celeb." he asked, searching her face carefully.
The simple question made tears form in her eyes, but not one fell. She quickly turned farther away from Legolas and again gazed out into the night. Legolas walked forward until he was next to her at the railing, waiting for her answer.
"Why do you want to know?" She asked, her voice not betraying the turmoil she felt inside.
"I wanted to know," he said choosing his words carefully, "That for the sake of what person you would lay blame upon those innocent of wrongdoing?" his voice was crisp with a hint of the anger he felt toward her.
He was unprepared for her reaction, for instead of the fury and anger he had been willing to invoke from her there was only an infinite sadness. Slowly she replied, her voice softer now though, "He was brave, and courageous, kind, loyal, caring, gentle, loving." her voice trailed off and he could see in her eyes that she was not paying attention to the present. He waited and presently she jerked her head up slightly and continued, "That's all." She looked up at Legolas then. Her face had softened and a single solitary tear ran down her cheek. Legolas felt his anger slip away. His heart ached at the sight of such profound sadness and he had the strange urge to wipe away the pearly tear that was slowly moving down her face. "That's all he was." She said again in a whisper. Then without another word she turned and walked away quietly.
Legolas stayed there until almost dawn. The sun was just rising when Elrond approached him. He took one look at Legolas's troubled face and spoke, "You spoke with her last night, did you not?"
"Yes, although there is still much I do not understand." confessed Legolas.
"Did she talk freely?" Elrond asked
"No." replied Legolas, "We exchanged words only very briefly. She really is beautiful, but she is stone. I did not think she even showed emotion until."
"Until what?" asked Elrond
"Well I am afraid that I may have upset her by asking what he was like." said Legolas
"Who?" said Elrond, "Celeb?"
"Yes."
"Ah." Said Elrond, "And did she respond?"
"Yes," said Legolas softly, "She did, and I felt the sadness she feels in her voice. Still though, I know not why she is so cold and distant."
"Asked her then." said Elrond before he slowly walked away.
A/N -I have a lot more written but all you lovely people must review before I upload it, and yes, to those of you who where wondering and going to flame me, this is somewhat a Mary-Sue, but my ending is, well, different. Bye for now! (
Cambriella paced the shadowy starlit corridors of Imladris, retracing footsteps she had placed so very long ago on that night. Her footsteps were light and hardly sounded, much different from the night when her sobs, she had been told, rang throughout Imladris and her feet pounded against the stone, as she had blindly run from the council. Those who saw her this night though, watched from the shadows, watched, as she seemed to slowly glide over the smooth polished stone. Her shadowy form, very presence caused those who saw her to involuntarily recall those thoughts they possessed of such sadness and joy that they were inexpressible by mortal means. Cambriella stopped, letting the cool night breeze wash over her. On the outside, her countenance was quiet and calm. One who saw her delicate features bathed in moonlight would think not of any other but the night, but behind that still peaceful mask, chaos reigned. She could still hear her screams and feel the tears as they poured down her face. Still remember those last happy days. Still feel the anger and sadness coursing through her like a tidal wave. She could smell the blood and see the orcs that had long since been scattered to the wind. These memories where most always painful and vivid, more so, for as of that night, it had been a full ten years since his death. Slowly the anger and vengeance resided as the cool night and the faint sound of water, rushing over stones, calmed her. It was replaced by a deep constant ache of longing and loss. She sighed heavily from the burden, wishing she could confide in someone, wishing she could move on to the other world so she could be with him again. No. She mentally stopped herself from thinking things like that. No. Her people needed her how could she even think of abandoning them! She sighed once more as she turned and continued to walk along the now familiar path. Legolas Greenleaf gazed out of one of the many stone archways into the night. Far off, a figure on a far balcony caught his attention, a graceful figure, glad in gray, standing forlorn against the darkness. Softly he heard the figure faintly start to sing. The clear voice slowly grew louder as the high cliffs and waterfalls reflected and absorbed the sound. It was high pitched and had a beautiful, eerie, ringing quality to it that pierced and softened all at once. It rose and fell like waves as it became louder until he could faintly make out the words:
".O frondens virga, in tua nobilitate stans, sicut aurora procedit: super sidera. O flos, tu non germinasti de rore, de guttis pluvie, in nobilissima virga te produxit atque amantissima in omnia in tua nobilitate stans. O frondens virga, guade et letare..."
He listened intently until the last echoes had died away. Then returned his attention to the present. He once again looked out upon the gray figure and realized whom it must be. Elrond had introduced the company of Elves he had arrived with, to her. It was Cambriella. He remembered how cold and distant she had been toward everyone, as well as the sadness that seemed to hang in the air around her. He and his companions had arrived from Mirkwood in the late afternoon in response to the letter explaining the Great Council. They were the ambassadors that Mirkwood had sent to represent the Elven kind. Elrond had greeted them in the Entrance Hall and with him he had brought several hobbits, a tall woman with gold hair who was obviously part Elven, Aragon, Gandalf and other member of his household. The hobbits where introduced as Merry, Pippin, Frodo, and Sam. Aragon was presented very plainly so as not to draw attention to his status as the heir of Gondor. All of the elves though, including Legolas, had bowed their heads slightly though at the mention of his name for they knew who he was. Gandalf was then introduced, but not formally, for many of the elves already knew who he was. Lastly the woman was introduced, as Cambriella Venchisika. Legolas noticed that Elrond's voice seemed to soften slightly as he said her name, but instead of welcoming the elves Cambriella glared icily and walked away wordlessly. Later on in private Legolas had asked Elrond why she had seemed so cold and distant.
"Her betrothed, Celeb Moonsword, was killed by orcs from Mordor a week before their marriage," he had replied heavily, "He was going to visit the Elves of Lothlorion. It was supposed to be just a brief visit, but he was ambushed on the way. I imagine that is why she could not bare to meet you, for though it has been near ten years and she is half Elven, she still cannot bare to be around elves for she blames them all somewhat, for his death."
"Then why does not someone remind her that it was done by the Dark Lord Sauron and carried out by his orcs? The fair people of Lothlorion and the elves have no part in the blame!" he remembered replying.
" Yes, but is it not true that when you are pained and hurt you say or do things you do not intend and even you must know that it is easier to blame others then except the truth when it is harsh. She is recovering though and I did say she only blames the elves slightly. No, you must understand that the anger for this is not directed toward the elves. No, her true anger for this lies toward Mordor. Legolas, leave her. In two days time it will be the anniversary of his death. Please do not disturb her on this night, for she has a special routine that she follows until midnight. Please do not disturb this time for her. If you desire to converse, please wait until midnight, for she is like a daughter to me and I wish to see these wounds healed."
Now, as Legolas watched the still figure, he realized that he did wish to converse with her for he had many questions. As he slowly worked his way through the starlit corridors he wondered if she would even speak to him. He finally came back out into the night; silently he moved out onto a balcony that was joined to the one she stood on.
Cambriella stood, her feet planted firmly apart on the solid stone floor. Her hands grasped the railing tightly and a gray cloak billowed and swirled about her in the wind. She gazed out into the night as she silently said a tenth goodbye to Celeb. Her face was devoid of any expression but as Legolas silently drew nearer he became aware of a sadness, not prominent in any feature. No, he felt rather then saw it, a deep lingering sadness. He walked closer and stopped a few feet away when he saw her form stiffen. She spun around and in the same instant her hand grasped the hilt of a sword at her side. Legolas raised his hands in the air,
"I am unarmed." He said.
She relaxed slightly, but not much, letting her hand drift back to the railing. "Why are you here?" She demanded, her voice icy.
He studied her face, a stone mask that portrayed no emotion and realized that she had hardened herself over the years since his death. "I heard your singing and it sounded so beautiful I came down to ask what it was, for it was sung in no form of language I know." Legolas replied.
"It is a foreign language not many should know." She stated, her face still a mask.
There was a long silence between them that Legolas broke, "What was he like? Celeb." he asked, searching her face carefully.
The simple question made tears form in her eyes, but not one fell. She quickly turned farther away from Legolas and again gazed out into the night. Legolas walked forward until he was next to her at the railing, waiting for her answer.
"Why do you want to know?" She asked, her voice not betraying the turmoil she felt inside.
"I wanted to know," he said choosing his words carefully, "That for the sake of what person you would lay blame upon those innocent of wrongdoing?" his voice was crisp with a hint of the anger he felt toward her.
He was unprepared for her reaction, for instead of the fury and anger he had been willing to invoke from her there was only an infinite sadness. Slowly she replied, her voice softer now though, "He was brave, and courageous, kind, loyal, caring, gentle, loving." her voice trailed off and he could see in her eyes that she was not paying attention to the present. He waited and presently she jerked her head up slightly and continued, "That's all." She looked up at Legolas then. Her face had softened and a single solitary tear ran down her cheek. Legolas felt his anger slip away. His heart ached at the sight of such profound sadness and he had the strange urge to wipe away the pearly tear that was slowly moving down her face. "That's all he was." She said again in a whisper. Then without another word she turned and walked away quietly.
Legolas stayed there until almost dawn. The sun was just rising when Elrond approached him. He took one look at Legolas's troubled face and spoke, "You spoke with her last night, did you not?"
"Yes, although there is still much I do not understand." confessed Legolas.
"Did she talk freely?" Elrond asked
"No." replied Legolas, "We exchanged words only very briefly. She really is beautiful, but she is stone. I did not think she even showed emotion until."
"Until what?" asked Elrond
"Well I am afraid that I may have upset her by asking what he was like." said Legolas
"Who?" said Elrond, "Celeb?"
"Yes."
"Ah." Said Elrond, "And did she respond?"
"Yes," said Legolas softly, "She did, and I felt the sadness she feels in her voice. Still though, I know not why she is so cold and distant."
"Asked her then." said Elrond before he slowly walked away.
A/N -I have a lot more written but all you lovely people must review before I upload it, and yes, to those of you who where wondering and going to flame me, this is somewhat a Mary-Sue, but my ending is, well, different. Bye for now! (