Truesilver Tears
DISCLAIMER:
All characters belong to you-know-who( Tolkien not Voldemort!) Although I also made a few up to suit my own purposes, oh! I couldn't find names for some people in the book [Isildur's wife] (my book does not have everyone's family tree in it) if you do know their real names PLEASE DON"T FLAME ME just send me the names and I'll make corrections, k? I know Isildur is technically only a prince still but hey! Elendil (in my mind) was really old then… this is only a bigining I havent done the whole thing (if I get a + reaction I will, else … who knows ?)
There is a legend on Middle-earth that once, a long, long time ago. Mount Doom had been a happy place. Mordor had been green and fruitful, all was well and the world had been at peace…
Into this perfect time a girl had been born.
"LIVE! Elrinda, damn you…live!" Isildur shook his wife in an attempt to force live back into her, but she was gone and no amount of shaking could ever bring her back.
He fell down next to her, his tears mingling with the blood and sweat that covered her near naked body. He sobbed again, as much in anger as in grief " Love, don't leave me!" he whispered. But it was too late, inspite of the heat of the day she was already growing cold. He cursed himself as he cradled her lifeless form to him. "Why did I let you have the baby? Why?" He looked around him at the sympathetic faces of his other children and the ficitians. All had come to celebrate this day of berth; instead they had witnessed a horrible battle, between a woman's body and the infant trying to get out. They had seen her strain and struggle, and for a few moments watched in awe as a new life began, but the price of that new life had been high, in the end their Queen had died.
"Get out! Get out NOW!!" Isildur turned his anger upon them and as one person they left the room. He picked up a cloth and began to ready his beloved for burial.
An infants cry rent the air; (in haste to escape his wrath the midwife had forgotten the newborn girl on a pile of blankets at the foot of the bed.) Isildur picked her up and she immediately stopped crying. For a long moment father and daughter just gazed at each other "I shall call you Mithril, little one" he whispered, fresh tears rolling down his face…
And so it came to pass that a human girl gained a name that meant 'truesilver'. People were shocked at first "You cannot give a human princess an Elfish word for a name, its unheard of " they'd say. But those who had seen her agreed that the name fit perfectly, for there was not one person or creature, who had eyes like molten silver, but she.
She was a lively child who seemed to change every day (some servants swear her hair and skin grow light and dark with her moods).
But there were also other changes afoot, the dark Lord Sauron had begun his campaign and would soon ruin her life…very soon.
"Mithril, I'm leaving " Isildur took her face between his hands and gently kissed her cheek. "Take another path, Father!" She said, "Don't go near the water"
He only smiled misunderstanding her concern, with a sigh he motioned to his army to move out. He did not look back as he left, but if he had he would have seen a tiny forlorn figure, sobbing at the gate…
"Don't go in the water" She kept repeating the words over and over, almost a chant.
She stood there, till she could not see any trace of the army anymore. Hot tears ran in streams down her cheeks leaving silver streaks, she did not move to brush them away, she just kept staring out along the road as if this would bring her father back. No one knows how she knew she'd never see him again, but she knew.
Suddenly she crumpled to the ground,vicios sobs racking her body,three hours later the servants found her thus and invainly tried to make her go inside.But she would not be moved and in the end they left her there with only a guard to watch her.
When the castle woke next morning she was gone and the guard fast asleep.
DISCLAIMER:
All characters belong to you-know-who( Tolkien not Voldemort!) Although I also made a few up to suit my own purposes, oh! I couldn't find names for some people in the book [Isildur's wife] (my book does not have everyone's family tree in it) if you do know their real names PLEASE DON"T FLAME ME just send me the names and I'll make corrections, k? I know Isildur is technically only a prince still but hey! Elendil (in my mind) was really old then… this is only a bigining I havent done the whole thing (if I get a + reaction I will, else … who knows ?)
There is a legend on Middle-earth that once, a long, long time ago. Mount Doom had been a happy place. Mordor had been green and fruitful, all was well and the world had been at peace…
Into this perfect time a girl had been born.
"LIVE! Elrinda, damn you…live!" Isildur shook his wife in an attempt to force live back into her, but she was gone and no amount of shaking could ever bring her back.
He fell down next to her, his tears mingling with the blood and sweat that covered her near naked body. He sobbed again, as much in anger as in grief " Love, don't leave me!" he whispered. But it was too late, inspite of the heat of the day she was already growing cold. He cursed himself as he cradled her lifeless form to him. "Why did I let you have the baby? Why?" He looked around him at the sympathetic faces of his other children and the ficitians. All had come to celebrate this day of berth; instead they had witnessed a horrible battle, between a woman's body and the infant trying to get out. They had seen her strain and struggle, and for a few moments watched in awe as a new life began, but the price of that new life had been high, in the end their Queen had died.
"Get out! Get out NOW!!" Isildur turned his anger upon them and as one person they left the room. He picked up a cloth and began to ready his beloved for burial.
An infants cry rent the air; (in haste to escape his wrath the midwife had forgotten the newborn girl on a pile of blankets at the foot of the bed.) Isildur picked her up and she immediately stopped crying. For a long moment father and daughter just gazed at each other "I shall call you Mithril, little one" he whispered, fresh tears rolling down his face…
And so it came to pass that a human girl gained a name that meant 'truesilver'. People were shocked at first "You cannot give a human princess an Elfish word for a name, its unheard of " they'd say. But those who had seen her agreed that the name fit perfectly, for there was not one person or creature, who had eyes like molten silver, but she.
She was a lively child who seemed to change every day (some servants swear her hair and skin grow light and dark with her moods).
But there were also other changes afoot, the dark Lord Sauron had begun his campaign and would soon ruin her life…very soon.
"Mithril, I'm leaving " Isildur took her face between his hands and gently kissed her cheek. "Take another path, Father!" She said, "Don't go near the water"
He only smiled misunderstanding her concern, with a sigh he motioned to his army to move out. He did not look back as he left, but if he had he would have seen a tiny forlorn figure, sobbing at the gate…
"Don't go in the water" She kept repeating the words over and over, almost a chant.
She stood there, till she could not see any trace of the army anymore. Hot tears ran in streams down her cheeks leaving silver streaks, she did not move to brush them away, she just kept staring out along the road as if this would bring her father back. No one knows how she knew she'd never see him again, but she knew.
Suddenly she crumpled to the ground,vicios sobs racking her body,three hours later the servants found her thus and invainly tried to make her go inside.But she would not be moved and in the end they left her there with only a guard to watch her.
When the castle woke next morning she was gone and the guard fast asleep.