James and Charlotte's eyes bugged out at the sight before them. They had never seen their mother on the arm of anyone other than their father. Evangeline entered the banquet hall on the arm of Lindir, a dark-haired elf they had met playing his harp only yesterday in the gardens. He had said hello to them, rather shyly as they had entered the garden, but had continued to play his harp without disturbing their games. He, however, had been heard laughing lightly when ever James fell down. He was a quiet fellow that didn't seem to like drawing attention to himself, so how had he come to have Evangeline, their mother, on his arm this morning?
His aquamarine eyes seemed to shine joyfully as he continued to talk with their mother. They were speaking of music when they drew within ear shot. Evangeline was telling him about the music lessons she had taken as a child and how she had played during many parties they had held at the plantation over the years. Lindir seemed to be hanging on every word Evangeline spoke as they approached the table that James and the others occupied.
The twins and James, remembering their manners, quickly stood up in respect for Evangeline as Lindir pulled a chair out for her.
"Good afternoon My Lady Evangeline", the twins chorused in perfect sync as they both gave a small bow making Evangeline and the others laugh lightly at their antics.
"Good afternoon My Lords", Evangeline said bowing her head to them as she took the seat offered to her by Lindir, "Thank you My Lord."
Evangeline nearly laughed at the looks on her children's faces as she playfully said, "I would ask where you two have been all morning, but I am afraid of the answer I would receive."
"I didn't do anything bad! I was with Arwen all morning in the west gardens", Charlotte said just as playfully, forgetting about her mother entering the banquet hall on the arm of the elf that now sat alongside her smiling shyly. Charlotte eyed him curiously for a moment before turning to her brother sitting across from her, "I can't say the same for James. No telling what mischief he's been up to all morning."
"Nay sister, I have done nothing more than taken a stroll with My Lords, Elrohir and Elladan", James said snapping out of his stupor and joining in on the playful banter.
The elves around them smiled mirthfully at the family's playful, loving meeting. Both children and mother seemed to be growing more at ease with their surroundings and those whom lived in Lord Elrond's home. Elrond's children cast a few glances over at Lindir who sat beside Lady Evangeline wondering just how he had made the Lady's acquaintance.
He had greeted the children yesterday in the gardens, but had otherwise remained focused on his newest composition. He had not been rude, only distracted by his music as he was known to do. Lindir often would lose himself so deep within his music that he lost all sense of time and reality itself. Such times often ended with yet another masterpiece of his creation. Yet this also resulted in him shying away from others to focus more on his music. Often when he was not working on his music he was helping Lord Elrond and Lord Erestor with their daily duties. While he was shy and quiet, he was also very dependable when it came to helping others.
"We have not seen you all morning Mother", Charlotte said hoping to find out more about the elf that had escorted her mother, "Did you go see Ethan? How is he?"
"Have they said when he will be allowed out of bed?", James chorused in, "Did Lord Elrond say what has made him so ill? Was it the flu again?"
"Children", Evangeline said sternly, quickly reminding them to behave when in public, "If you will settle down and eat your lunch then perhaps we can sit down afterward and talk about your brother."
The two children looked thoroughly chastised as they nodded their heads saying, "Sorry Mother. Yes Mother."
Evangeline sighed, but smiled inwardly at her children's behavior. True, they had forgotten themselves for a moment, but seeing them behaving more like their old selves brought more joy to her heart than could be measured. They all then turned their attention to the feast before them and proceeded to eat their fill. Evangeline smiled down at her youngest daughter as she stuffed a slice of apple in her mouth. Avalyn had had herself quite the adventure earlier. Scaring her mother half to death in the process, but in the end they had made a new friend whom now sat beside her.
(Earlier that day)
Normally, Evangeline was an early riser, but today she slept in. The stress, fear, and restlessness from the last few days had taken their toll and her body needed the rest. However, while she slept, a little girl was waking up.
Normally, Avalyn would sit quietly until her mother or one of her siblings came to get her, but she had woken up filled with so much energy she needed to get up. She stood up in the cradle and looked over at her sleeping mother.
"Mama is asleep", she thought as she sucked on her thumb and started looking around the room.
The room was pretty and the sun felt so warm as it filled the room. Avalyn stood there in the cradle looking around for a time before deciding she was bored with looking at the room. She looked down in the cradle and saw only pillows and blankets; no toys at all. She wanted to play, but for one to play one must either have toys or a very creative imagination. She took one more look at her mother before she attempted to quietly climb out of the cradle.
This did not work out as she planned. The cradle toppled over with her the moment she tried to climb out the side of it. Avalyn sat there on the floor staring at the knocked over cradle for a moment before turning to see that her mother was still asleep. Being a child, one often does not care if they have made a mess or knocked something of value over, but, even at a young age, every child knows that if you want to get away with something then the best time to do it is when the parents are asleep.
Avalyn stood up with her thumb still in her mouth as she began to walk around the room looking for something to play with. It did not take her long to realize there were no toys, books, or even baubles to play with. Her mother was still asleep, so she had no one to play with. What's a little girl to do? Go find her entertainment else where, of course. Avalyn toddled over to the door she figured would lead out of the room, but the handle was too high for her to reach. Being only 3 feet tall had its disadvantages and this was one of them.
Still sucking her thumb in contemplation, Avalyn looked around the room for a moment before spotting a small stool in front of a lovely looking vanity. Smiling around her thumb, Avalyn quickly toddled over to the stool. It was heavier than she had first thought it would be, but, like her mother, she was very stubborn. She took hold of the stool with both hands and proceeded to drag the stool over to the door.
"Stupid, why do you have to be so heavy", she thought as she finally reached the door.
If dragging the stool was not difficult enough, she then had to climb on top of it. The stool was taller than her, so climbing on top of it was even more difficult than dragging it across the room. She nearly toppled the stool over her first few tries, but eventually she was able to climb up on to the stool. Taking hold of the shining silver handle, Avalyn, with a good bit of effort, pulled the door open. She giggled at her hard won victory, but there was one problem left. How was she going to get down again?
"Stupid, why do you have to be so high?", she thought looking down at the floor that, to a her, seemed to be several feet below her.
She stared at the floor for a minute thinking about how she would get down without hurting herself, but the only way to get down seemed to be either climb down or jump. Jumping did not sound like a good idea, so she opted to climb down the stool. Easier said than done. Avalyn braced her hands on the stool trying to make sure her feet hit the ground first, they did, but she lost her footing and landed on her bottom with a soft thump.
"Stupid", she thought one last time glaring at the stool, shoving her thumb back in her mouth in defiance before standing up and walked out the door.
The hallway was huge, at least to Avalyn it was, and it seemed to stretch on forever. Looking around her, Avalyn was reminded of the storybooks her mother had read her. One of them being Gulliver's Travels and the part of him going to Lilliput, an island inhabited by six-inch tall people. Looking around her, Avalyn felt this is what it must feel like to be one of those small people if they ever entered a normal sized person's house. She didn't like the idea of being so small.
Avalyn, being only a toddler with a short attention span, soon forgot about her surroundings when she spotted something just outside the window. It was a swarm of butterflies fluttering around in a small garden. Avalyn, like most girls, loved butterflies. Forgetting all about her previous thoughts of finding someone or something to play with, she made her way out to the garden.
With her thumb still in her mouth, Avalyn toddled out into the garden seeing so many different kinds of butterflies flying around or sitting on flowers. They were all so pretty and there were so many of them that Avalyn was giggling with delight at the sight before her. Like any other child, Avalyn began to chase the butterflies in hopes of catching one. Giggling joyfully, Avalyn continued to chase the butterflies about the garden, unaware she was being watched.
Lord Elrond had been sitting in his study looking over many old scrolls and letters from the Greenwood, now quickly becoming known as Mirkwood, and Lothlorien discussing the changes seen in Middle Earth. The Greenwood was growing more sickly than ever and the spiders numbers had increased drastically. Darkness was sweeping across the land like a plague and drawing closer with each passing day. King Thranduil had sent a message the day before stating that he would soon send a few of his warriors to collect a few scrolls from Lord Elrond that could help form a solution to these problems. These texts now lay on Lord Elrond's desk as he poured over each and every one trying to find a solution to ward off the darkness that had come over the Greenwood.
The power of the elves was only so strong and could only reach so far from their homes. The Greenwood was King Thranduil's realm, but the darkness that spreads there was proving to be harder to fend off with only the light of the Eldar that all elves possessed. Perhaps there was a spell, a rune...something that could help his kin to fend off such darkness. While Elrond did not often agree with King Thranduil's ideals and the manner in which he ruled, he was still his kin. True, Thranduil was a proud elf and tended to be far more harsh in his judgment than others; he was still of elf kind and there fore Lord Elrond would lend his assistance to the elves of Mirkwood.
"My Lord Elrond", came a voice from the doorway startling Lord Elrond from his reading.
He looked up to see Lindir standing there carrying a few scrolls he had sent for from Lord Erestor. Elrond quickly rose from his desk and took the scrolls from him.
"Thank you, Mellon nin", Elrond said placing the scrolls on his desk.
Before either of them spoke another word, they heard laughter filtering in through the windows of the study. It was the joyful laughter of a little girl. Wanting to see whom the laugh belonged to, Elrond and Lindir moved to the window only to see the delightful sight of little Avalyn chasing butterflies as her sweet laughter seemed to ring out like a sweet music that could rival one of Lindir's greatest compositions.
"It would seem this valley will sing once more with the laughter of children", Elrond said smiling gently, "Let us hope that such joy and innocence will remain within my house during these dark times."
Lindir knew his lord was growing weary from all he had heard from Lady Galadriel, whom had left early that morning with her escorts back to Lothlorien, and from King Thranduil's messenger only yesterday. The darkness from Mordor and Dol Guldur was spreading across the lands; orcs grew in number and attacked their borders boldly as they had done during the darkest days of Sauron's time. So many times the sentries that protected the borders of Rivendell had returned wounded and with many tales of orcs attacking the borders. They were getting bolder and more vicious each passing day.
"Has any news come from Lord Celeborn, My Lord?", Lindir asked not taking his eyes off of Avalyn as she chased after a yellow butterfly.
"The black fortress has been restored", he said remembering the letter Celeborn had sent with the envoy that had come to help escort Lady Galadriel back to Lothlorien, "Orcs packs are joining together and attacking, not only our borders, but those of every elven kingdom. I fear that these attacks will only grow worse unless we find a way to stop it."
Lindir nodded in understanding as the two elven lords looked back outside at little Avalyn who was now laying on the ground laughing happily as the swarm of butterflies fluttered around the flowers surrounding her; even a few landing on her tummy, shoulders, and one on her forehead. She giggled happily, but was far too tired to move after having ran for so long.
"I wonder if Lady Evangeline is awake? Surely she would not leave the babe unattended", Elrond said thoughtfully as he kept a close eye on the little girl whom now was sitting against the old willow tree sucking her thumb as several more butterflies came to rest on the flowers that now surrounded the little girl.
"I heard from Lord Erestor that Lady Evangeline had looked exceptionally exhausted this past evening. He recalled her tale to me a few moments ago; it is possible the lady is in need of much rest for her mind and body to heal", Lindir said softly remembering what Lord Erestor had told him while he was gathering the requested scrolls.
"Yes, yet I believe you are right, but she will also nourishment to keep up her strength", Lord Elrond said walked towards the door, "Lindir, keep an eye on the babe. I will go see to the mother to be sure she is well."
"Yes My Lord", Lindir said with a small bow before following his lord out of the study.
Lindir watched Lord Elrond as he made his way towards the guest wing. Something about this family seemed to have raised his Lord's protective nature. Then again, remembering what Erestor had told him, he could not really blame his lord. Lord Elrond was known for his wisdom, strength, and kindness, but even more so for his desire to protect others in need. It was obvious from his actions that Lord Elrond felt sympathetic towards this family and wanted to keep them safe. If that was Lord Elrond's wish, then Lindir would assist him if and when he was needed.
Lindir entered the garden only to see the little girl laying back in the grass, wearing only her little white night-gown and staring up at the sky. She was a lovely little girl. Her dark curly hair hung wildly around her shoulders. The white night-gown she wore was a few sizes too big and seemed to swallow her up as she laid upon the grass. Her eyes were a beautiful ocean blue and seemed to shine brighter than any jewel that dwarfs could uncover. Filled with such innocence and joy, it nearly broke Lindir's heart to know that this child had endured so much in the past. Yet, as he continued to watched her, he felt warmth fill his heart knowing that such tragedies had not tarnished her innocence.
"I see you have found yourself a little hide away, Pen-neth", Lindir said gently to gain the child's attention.
Avalyn shot up off the ground and turned to see who had spoken. This elf, she had seen before, but, unlike Arwen and her brothers, he had not played with her nor spoken to her when they had seen him in the gardens yesterday. Yet, Avalyn was still only a toddler and didn't quite understand danger or death as her siblings and mother did. To her this elf was just another person, but a person she did not know.
With her thumb firmly in her mouth, Avalyn sat there staring at him curiously. Lindir almost laughed at how adorable she looked sitting there with her thumb jammed in her mouth and her eyes wide with curiosity. Such an innocent babe she was, but even the innocent could be easily frightened of the unknown. He would have to take care and show the little one he was a friend.
He moved, unhurriedly into the garden; Avalyn's eyes never left him as he made his way over to one of the flower filled bushes that surrounded the little garden. He selected a deep blue flower that, in the common tongue, was called a Morning Glory. It was a lovely yet simple flower, much like the child that sat in the lush green grass watching him with large eyes filled with curiosity.
Lindir looked from the flower to the girl, Avalyn, before he approached her with flower in hand. Kneeling down before her, he held the flower out to her with a kind smile planted on his gentle, yet shy face. Avalyn for her part looked at the flower and then back to the elf who was holding out to her. Seeing how pretty the flower was, Avalyn took it from Lindir's hand and bringing it closer to her face to see it better. It was a very pretty dark blue flower. Avalyn continued to look over the flower, unaware that Lindir had taken a seat beside her on the grass while watching her with a new curiosity.
Lindir was intrigued by the small babe that sat beside him examining the flower with profound concentration. Her eyes were fully focused on the flower while sucking away at her little thumb that seemed to keep constant residence within her mouth. She seemed completely at peace with her surroundings and content just to sit and look over the little blue flower she held in her tiny hand.
Lindir looked up at the clear blue sky that now hung over the valley like a good omen for things to come. No clouds could be seen, the birds could be heard singing throughout the valley, and his little companion sat quietly beside him. Everything was in perfect harmony at that moment. A music Lindir could never hope to compose was the sound of nature at peace. Only the Valar could compose such a masterpiece as he was witnessing in that moment. Harmony, sweet harmony of the earth and those that dwelt upon it. Staring up at the blue sky that little Avalyn had been staring up at he found himself just as lost in it's simple beauty at the babe had been. A lovely blue harmony.
"Eilla", he said looking down at Avalyn, whose attention was instantly back to him, "It means 'blue harmony' in the language of my people. I believe such a name is well suited to you, Little Avalyn. You are a simple beauty, filled with such innocence and at peace with all that is around you. In perfect harmony with all that is around you."
Avalyn listened to him, but didn't quite understand what he meant. Eilla? It sounded pretty when he had said it. Then again, she thought his voice was very pretty when he spoke at all. She liked him. He had given her a pretty flower and had come to sit with her. He had said more that she didn't quite understand, but the way he said it made her think it must have been something good. She turned her attention back to the flower in her hand and brought it up to her nose to smell. Sadly, the flower had no scent. Curious if maybe the elf beside her could smell it, she stood up and held the flower towards his face.
Lindir was shocked at how fast the little girl had moved without him noticing. She held the flower close to his face and looking at him expectantly. She wanted him to smell the flower? He smiled kindly before lowering the little girls hand and looking down at the flower.
"Morning Glories have no smell. They are a lovely flower and grow plentiful, but they carry no scent. They are a quiet flower that blooms in beauty, but it is a silent beauty. It blooms for the enjoyment of other, but does not draw their attention with its smell. These flowers draw others attention with its gentleness to the eye" he explained taking the flower from Avalyn's hand and placing it behind her ear, "All flowers speak a different language. Some don't even speak at all. They let others learn of them through their actions."
Avalyn listened to him, but didn't understand a lot of what he said. Even if she didn't understand what he said, she could understand that he was being nice to her in the gentle way he held her little hand and spoke in such a soft voice. Removing her thumb from her mouth, Avalyn smiled while holding her arms up asking him to pick her up.
Lindir was amazed that this little girl had taken a shine to him so soon, but was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He lifted her up into his arms as he stood up with her nestled against his chest. She had not made a sound the entire time they had been in the gardens. She had not laughed as she had earlier when he entered the garden, nor did she speak a single word. Erestor had told him that the child did not speak as of yet, but that did not seem right. She may have been small, but she was definitely old enough to be speaking. Why did she remain silent? Was she shy or was she unable to speak? He did not know, but it would be a true shame if such a beautiful little girl was cursed to silence.
Looking down at her, he remembered his pass words about the Morning Glory. The flower truely did suit her. Silent, but lovely regardless of her lack of speech.
"Come along then, Eilla", he said deciding the name suited her very well, "Let us go to the south gardens. I believe I left my harp there. Perhaps you would enjoy hearing my newest piece. It is not finished mind you, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
Avalyn giggled lightly as she played with a few strands of Lindir's hair. She had heard him speak, but paid no mind to his words. His voice was very pretty to listen to. His arms held her close, but not too tight. His hair hung down in two braids before her; she found great enjoyment in playing with the braids. Lindir didn't mind this...at least until she gave one a hard jerk.
"Ouch", he said which caused her to stop pulling on it, "Careful little one."
Avalyn looked up at his gentle face, seeing he wasn't angry, but she felt bad for hurting him. She shifted herself up in his arms and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. She then snuggled back down into his arms and waited for him to keep walking.
Lindir for his part was shocked. This little girl had pulled his hair, but he had not been mad. He still remembered when Estel had been a babe and had enjoyed pulling on people's hair. Yet, this little one had shown guilt when he voiced his pain. She had kissed him to show she was sorry. He stood there a moment longer looking down at the little girl who stared back at him with sweet ocean blue eyes.
"She was indeed very much like the Morning Glory", he thought as they continued on towards the south gardens.
Lord Elrond entered the guest wing with many questions on his mind. Yet as he drew near Lady Evangeline's room, he saw her door was wide open. Had something happen to her? Was she alright?
He rushed to the door only to find that the cradle was knocked over, the vanity stool was beside the door, and Lady Evangeline was no where in sight. He was profoundly worried now and left the room quickly in search of Lady Evangeline. He didn't have to go far; she was only just down the hall, clad in only a night gown and searching frantically for Avalyn. Lord Elrond's heart nearly shattered at the terrified look on her face as her gaze turned to him.
"Where is she?", Evangeline said her voice heavy with worry, "Where is my baby?"
Elrond rushed over to her and took hold of her by the shoulders, "Shh, she is safe. She is with Lindir in the eastern gardens. We found her there chasing butterflies just a few moments ago. Please calm yourself My Lady."
Evangeline was trembling from the fear that had taken hold of her when she had seen the cradle knocked over and the door wide open. She feared the worst, but hearing Lord Elrond's warm voice and the words he spoke; she slowly calmed down. Elrond did not know what to do for her. She was growing calmer, but was still trembling under his hands. She was still unsure of him and his people. She was still afraid of them. Of him. He did not know why, but the thought of this woman fearing him made his heart clinch. Without realizing it, Elrond had brought Evangeline into his arms and held her tightly against his chest.
Evangeline for her part was surprised to find herself in the elven lord's arms, but could not say she was not thankful for it. She had been so afraid when she had awoken to find the cradle over turned and Avalyn gone. She had feared that she had been mistaken in trusting these elves and that mistake could have cost the lives of her children. Yet here was Lord Elrond, holding her against him and telling her that Avalyn was safe and that all would be well. Surprising herself yet again, she believed him.
"She must have sneaked out of the room while you slept. I was in my study when I saw her playing out in the east gardens and wondered where you were. Lindir is with her right now. He is one of my most trusted friends. He will look after her. Come now, let's get you back to your room so that you may dress properly before I lead you on to her", he said taking a step back to look at her.
Evangeline nodded saying, "Forgive me My Lord. I did not mean to cause you so much trouble."
"You have caused no one here any trouble My Dear Lady. We only worry for you. You have endured much, as have your children. I know it will take time for you to find peace within these walls, but know that we only wish to help you find that peace. If ever you find yourself in need of advice or perhaps a friendly ear to listen, I will be willing to provide what advice I have to offer as well as a friendly ear to hear all you wish to say", he said taking hold of her hand and gently leading her back to her room, "I will be waiting here when you are done dressing. Take all the time you need My Lady."
"Thank you My Lord...for everything you've done for us...and everything you said. I truly appreciate it", she said disappearing back into her room to prepare for the day.
The moment her door closed, Evangeline allowed an exasperated sigh to pass her lips. She was so embarrassed by the way she had just behaved. Had these elves not proven to her only yesterday that they could be trusted with her children? Had Lord Elrond and the others not promised that no harm would come to them? They had, yet she had so quickly judged them them the moment she had awoken to find Avalyn gone. What's worse was that Lord Elrond had been there to witness it...and she had been in her night-dress! Heaven's above she was absolutely appalled at her previous behavior; her mother was probably rolling in her grave from the way Evangeline had just behaved in front of her host.
Seeing the cradle still knocked over, she picked it up and set it right. As she placed the fallen pillows back into the cradle, her mind drifted back to his words. He had been so kind and so gentle with her when he held her. He had held her tightly against him, but not too tightly. She had felt comforted and safe in his arms; something she had not felt in a long time. Not since Charles had been alive. There was something about the elven lord that set Evangeline's mind at ease and made her trust him. She suddenly felt guilty for thinking he would let anything happen to her children.
"No more", she thought as she pulled a dark blue gown from the wardrobe, "I am an Ashland and I am also a Fletcher. My mother, God rest her soul, would be horrified. I do both my families shame for behaving like this. I am a lady and I will conduct myself as such."
She moved to the vanity only to find the stool was not there, she looked around a moment before spotting it by the door.
"So that's how the little sneak got out", she said softly, shaking her head as she picked up the stool and brought it back to the vanity.
She sat down and quickly began to brush her hair. She knew Lord Elrond said to take her time, but, after her earlier display, she did not want to make him wait for fear of causing him more trouble. He had said she had caused him no trouble, but he was the host, having experience being a hostess in the past, Evangeline knew that often when a guest is annoying you that you must put on a brave front to keep them from being offended or showing that they had stepped on a nerve. A lady always held her head high and showed the proper respect to those around her. She was his guest and as such she would conduct herself as the lady she had been raised to be.
Taking one last look into the vanity mirror, Evangeline stood up and quickly made her way to the door. She opened it to find Lord Elrond waiting for her, but he had yet to notice her. His attention was drawn out towards the window that over looked the valley. Evangeline stood there for a time studying the elven lord. He was handsome, that much was true. His face was stern at times, but held a kindness that warmed her heart. He seemed so lost in thought at the moment and Evangeline did not want to disturb him just yet. She felt it would be a good idea to study her host for a moment or two.
Lord Elrond's hair was dark brown, not like her's that was nearly black, but a dark earthy brown that hung down his back as smooth and straight as the waterfall they had seen in the valley. Around his head was a golden circlet that looked like finely woven vines and thorns around his head. His robes were finely woven and decorated, but not overly so. They were an earthly tanned color and were decorated with golden threads that wove around his collar, wrists, and the end of his robes in beautiful, yet simple designs. Her eyes drifted back to his face and there they remained.
Elrond stood there thinking of ways to help Evangeline and her family adjust to his home. The children were still young and seemed to know nothing of their world, so an education on Middle Earth and all within it seemed to be in order. He only need get their mother's permission to have either Erestor or himself teach them. Hopefully, if he planned out a way to have the family more involved with the elves around them, then perhaps they would grow more at ease.
"My Lord", Evangeline said finally deciding to make her presence known after observing the elven lord for a few minutes.
Elrond was startled from his thoughts and he quickly turned to the source of the voice only to be struck speechless. Lady Evangeline was standing before him in a midnight blue gown and her hair brushed smooth with gentle waves still present. She looked lovely, he could no more deny that then he could deny his need to breath. There was little doubt in his mind that her beauty had less to do with the dress itself and more to do with how she was now carrying herself.
"Forgive me My Lady, I'm afraid I allowed my mind to wander away from me", he said fully turning to her.
"It's alright My Lord. I hope you can forgive me for my behavior earlier, I am rather embarrassed by the way I acted", she said her face growing a little red from the embarrassment she had felt only moments ago.
"There is nothing to forgive My Dear Lady", Elrond said smiling as he offered her his arm, "Shall we go then. I'm sure you are anxious to see your youngest daughter."
Evangeline nodded taking his arm and allowing him to lead the way.
The whole while they walked neither of them said a word. Evangeline mostly because she did not want to say something that could offend the elven lord or embarrass herself further. Elrond was silent because he was still thinking of ways to help the family adjust to their new life among the elves. He recalled the conversation he had held with her older children, James and Charlotte, and they had told him about their lives back in their old home.
The Ashlands had owned a vast plantation that grew many fruits and vegetables. Their biggest crops had been cranberries, tobacco, pumpkins, and cotton. Despite their family owning such a prosperous home, they had all pitched in their work. James had told him of them chopping wood for fires, going out and shooting game for food, plowing, planting and harvesting. They had told him that Lady Evangeline was skilled in sewing, knitting and cooking. She was also skilled in music and had been trying to teach Charlotte how to play the flute before the war had begun.
"A farmer's family", he thought thinking if he put them in a setting they were used to then they would grow more at ease in Rivendell.
"Tell me, Lady Evangeline, how far along have your children reached in their studies?", he asked hoping to keep his foot hold on Evangeline's good graces.
"I'm afraid they are not that far along", she said remembering how far behind many of their lessons had gone since the war had begun, "Charles, my late husband, was a better teacher than I am. He was a scholar who loved to read, write and teach. If he had wanted to do so, he could have become a grand teacher at any university. After he and Abraham died...well, I was hard pressed to keep the plantation afloat. Benjamin handled the family finances whilst the other children worked out in the fields with the few servants we had. I was kept busy with Avalyn, cooking, and playing hostess to clients that were looking to purchase a portion of our crops when the harvest came about. So, I'm afraid their studies are very far behind."
Elrond listened intently to her words and understood the situation. Often one's studies will be neglected in favor of more important goals. Keeping food on the table, a house kept, and establishing relationships with those that pay for your goods is the life of a farmer.
"My Lady, I have been thinking over this very issue and, forgive me, but I feel it would be in the children's best interest if their education, as well as your own, was continued and expanded. You are no longer in your homeland and know very little of ours. It would be beneficial to you all if you were to learn more about Middle Earth", he said hoping he had used the correct words to persuade her.
Evangeline bowed her head a moment and thought of his offer. She did not want her children growing up into unintelligent heathens nor did she want to keep them at a disadvantage because they did not know about this new land they were in. She could teach them their maths, how to read and write, but beyond that she knew very little or what they would need to know in this world. She, herself, would also need to learn of this world if she had any hope of building a new life within these walls.
"I agree with you My Lord", she said, "We need to learn more of this world and how to live in it. I hope you'll forgive me My Lord, but I can't help feeling we are taking advantage of your hospitality far from what would be fair to you and yours. If there is a way me and my family could be of assistance in you home, we would be glad to do so."
"Once again My Dear Lady, there is nothing to forgive. Your lives have been uprooted and you are now being given a chance for a new life. Be it the will of the Valar or some form of witchcraft, you have come to us from a world stained in violence and hatred. It is my hope that you and your children will come to see this valley as your home one day", he said as they stopped a moment to look out at the valley together, "You and your children are no burden to me and my people. If you wish to lend your assistance to my home then you may, but do not feel that you obligated to do so. You are a guest in my home and, should you choose to remain for the rest of your days, it will be your home as well."
Evangeline's heart nearly stopped all together. Home? He wanted them to be able to call this valley, his realm, home? Why would he want that? Valar? Witchcraft? So many questions were brewing within her mind that she could not decide which to ask him first. Lucky for her, Lord Elrond saw her confusion and decided that a small lesson was in order.
"My Lady, you may think me overly generous for saying you may live out your days here, but you are mortal and mortal lives are very brief when compared to the lives of elves. My youngest child is over 2000 years of age and will remain as she is for the rest of her life on these shores. You and your children will age and eventually pass from this world into the Halls of Mandos", he said explaining to her all she seemed confused by, "Tell me Lady Evangeline, what magics are used within your world? Your children have told me that there are no wizards, elves, dwarfs, nor any race beyond that of the race of men, so one must wonder what magics could have sent you to us or if it was the will of the Valar to send you here."
Evangeline looked shocked at the mention of magics. Witchcraft, he had said before, but to her the term referred to a dark twisted magic that had once been punishable by death. Was he testing her? To see if she was a witch?
"My Lord, I know nothing of any witchcraft that could have been used to bring us to you. It is a dark and forbidden form of sacrilege. Such acts were once punishable by death should one be found guilty of performing it", she said hoping he would believe her words.
"Lady Evangeline, it would seem our worlds are vastly different as nearly every race knows some form of magic. The power of my people is what helped save your son. It would do well for your family to learn some of it for healing purposes as well as protection should you ever leave Rivendell", he said hoping to calm whatever fears she held against magic, "Did not Lady Galadriel speak to you within your mind?", Evangeline nodded before he continued, "Her power is greatest in all of Middle Earth. She has lived many a millenia and has refined her powers of that time. She has been called an Elf Witch over the years, but she is not a witch. Only a very powerful elf. Does she not prove that not all magic is dark as you seem to believe?"
"Witchcraft is frowned upon in my country. It is considered an affront to God and it is according to his word", Evangeline said remembering her father's teachings from when she was a child.
"I know not of a God that would condemn any being for practicing the powers they were blessed with. None among the Valar would do this unless the person in question used their gifts for dark purposes. I wish to learn more of this God you speak of and I hope that you will also learn of the Valar so that you may know of our world", he said trying to understand what God would punish those for the gifts they were blessed with. It would be something for him to look into in the near future, but for the moment he had other things to see to.
After a time his mind began to think of how to teach the Lady and her family. She seemed open to learning as did her children, but would this religious barrier of hers prove to be an issue when Erestor began teaching them the history of the creation of Arda? He gave a gentle sigh deciding he would worry about that when the time came.
He continued to lead her down the hallway, thinking of the future lessons as he said, "Now then, we will save these talks and lessons for a later date once I have spoken with Lord Erestor. He would enjoy having some new minds to teach as I would enjoy teaching your children from time to time. I wish I could teach them myself, but there are a great many issues among the other elven realms that needs to be addressed", he said his mind instantly wandering back to the envoy from Mirkwood that would be arriving within the next few weeks to collect several of his scrolls.
"Understandable My Lord, I only hope my family will prove to be worthy students", Evangeline said seeing the troubled look on the elven lord's face at the mention of his duties that kept him occupied each day.
"I have no doubt you will surpass my expectations...though Lord Erestor's expectations may prove difficult to meet", Elrond said with a chuckle knowing how his adviser could be about such things.
"Then we will simply have to surprise him by exceeding his expectations as well", Evangeline said smiling softly before turning the subject to one that needed to be discussed.
"Now, I am wondering what it is my children and I could assist with around your home. I can see that there is much being done around your home and it is not too different from work on the plantation, but I would not wish to disrupt any order you have established within your house. I do not wish to be in the way of others", she said as the sound of a harp met her ears.
"Quite understandable My Lady", Elrond said as they drew closer to the southern gardens where the sound of a harp could be heard.
Elrond smiled at the soft melody that met his ears, "It would seem Lindir has moved to the south garden with your daughter. I would know the sound of his playing even if I had been deprived of it for an age."
Evangeline followed Lord Elrond into the garden as the sound of the harp grew louder. It was a lovely melody that flowed through the air like a gentle river of sound winding down the valley. Such a soft beauty it held with each note played. The sound of this music made Evangeline's heart swell with joy and nearly brought her to tears. Was this the music of an elf or an angel? Could a being upon this earth weave such a melody that even the heavens above were jealous of its beauty?
The sight they came upon filled Evangeline's heart with warmth and joy. Little Avalyn was seated in the grass underneath a lovely weeping willow and staring with wide entranced eyes at the elf that was sitting upon a stone bench before her playing the harp. The elf, Lindir, seemed to not notice them at all. He was smiling sweetly at Avalyn as he played his music completely unaware that he had attracted an audience just a few feet away.
"Lindir is one of our greatest minstrels in the valley. His works are considered to be second only the great symphony that Eru Iluvatar, the creator of all, led with the Valar that filled the void and created our world. His skills as a minstrel are his gift from the Valar, just as my gifts of foresight and healing were gifted to me. Each of us is born with a gift and to each of us a destiny that gift is meant to be used for. From the Valar we were created and gifted with this land in which we continue their symphony of life", Elrond said never taking his eyes off the scene before him.
Evangeline stood entranced by the music and Elrond's wise words. She did not know whom the Valar or Eru Iluvatar were, but they sounded as if they were religious beings from the brief description Elrond had provided her. Could such beings exist? She had been taught to be a God fearing woman and raised as a Christian child. Admittedly, she was not completely convinced of this great creator, but she was not in the habit of insulting her host. Regardless of any religious differences, these elves had saved her son and were sheltering her family; she would not insult those that had helped them so much just because she had been taught differently by her father.
Alexander Fletcher, her father, had taught her about the Good Lord, but he had also taught her that not all peoples of the world worshiped him. Being the owner of a shipping company he had done business with many countries and many varieties of people. "When one wants to do business one must not allow religious beliefs to mingle with business", he had said to her when he was working with a company in India who were of the Hindu faith. She was raised to be a Christian woman, but she was also raised to respect others of different faiths if she wanted to become a good hostess and wife to a husband that did business with others.
Avalyn chose this moment to look around her and saw her mother and Lord Elrond standing off to the side listening to Lindir's music. Forgetting about the music for the moment, Avalyn jumped to her feet and ran towards Evangeline with her arms spread wide to be picked up. Evangeline smiled happily as she swung her daughter up into the air and back down into her arms.
"Ah, My Lord Elrond, Lady Evangeline", Lindir said placing his harp down and standing to bow to his lord before turning to Evangeline, "I am glad to see you are well My Lady."
Evangeline nodded saying, "I am well and thank you for looking after my daughter. It would seem she has decided to take after her father. He too liked to wake up early and sneak off to either read or go hunting with the boys."
"It was no trouble at all, she was very well-behaved", Lindir said smiling at the little girl who now sat comfortably on her mother's hip with her thumb shoved back into her mouth.
Elrond seeing how high the sun had risen knew he would have to return to his study if he hoped to have the majority of his work completed before the mid-day meal. He stood there a moment longer looking at Lindir as he spoke to Evangeline about Avalyn and of the music he was playing when they had entered the garden.
"It is not finished, but Eilla seemed to enjoy it", he said picking up his harp and turning his eyes back to Avalyn who giggled happily at the sound of the elvish name she had been given.
"Eilla?", Evangeline said looking around to see if there was another person about, "I'm afraid I am confused. Who is Eilla?"
Lindir's cheeks stained slightly red at his slip-up, "When I was sitting in the east garden with your daughter...well she looked at such peace around her that the name came to me and it seemed to suit her nicely."
Lindir had hoped he had not offended the Lady by calling the child by an elvish name. Evangeline stood there looking blank faced, completely emotionless. Lindir began to fear he had insulted her or her daughter and was quickly trying to think of a way to explain himself and apologize to them. Evangeline, however, did not let him get that far.
"What do you mean it suited her? What does that name mean?", Evangeline asked gently, but inside was ready to verbally attack the elf if the name meant something offensive to her daughter.
Elrond, feeling sorry for Lindir, jumped into the conversation to save him, "It means 'Blue Harmony', My Lady. It is not uncommon for a person to have more than one name. My son, Estel, is one such person. His truest name is Aragorn, but among the elves he is Estel. Just as the wizard you met just this past evening, Gandalf, is called Mithrandir among my people. Do not be offended if you or your children come to be called by another name whilst you are here. To be given an elven name by one of my kin is to be acknowledged as a friend among elves."
Evangeline suddenly felt very embarrassed that she had been so rude to Lindir when he had done nothing wrong. Her face stained red as she held her daughter close to her and tried to keep her voice even.
"I am so sorry, My Lord. I should not have assumed that you would do anything to hurt my daughter. Please forgive me for my ignorance", Evangeline said bowing her head to Lindir, hoping he would accept her apology.
Lindir blushed bright red saying, "It is alright My Lady. I should not have assumed to give her a name without speaking with you first. The fault is mine, please excuse me for my oversight."
Evangeline smiled sweetly looking at his reddened face saying, "I believe the name you gave her is a lovely one. If you wish to call her by it you may, but she will always remain Avalyn to me."
"Of course and thank you, My Lady", Lindir said holding his harp tightly in his hands.
Elrond seeing the tense air evaporate before him, sighed inwardly as he said, "I'm afraid I must go now, My Lady. I have much to see to before the mid-day meal. I shall see you both there I trust?"
Lindir nodded to his lord before turning to Evangeline saying, "It would be an honor to escort the lady to the banquet hall, if she would allow me the privilege?"
"I would be delighted", Evangeline said trying to keep herself from laughing at Lindir's red face.
Lord Elrond then left them alone in the gardens hoping that he would be able to finish his work quickly enough so that he could speak with Erestor about scheduling lessons for Evangeline and the children. Today had proven to be rather productive thus far, possibly a good omen for things to come.
Evangeline and Lindir spent the rest of the morning discussing his music and the instruments both he and Evangeline know how to play. Avalyn the whole while laid in her mother's arms watching the two adults talked of music and of Lindir's newest piece.
"It may not be finished, but it truly is a lovely melody. I have no doubt it will be a masterpiece once you've completed it", Evangeline said recalling the heavenly sound she had been greeted with when she had first entered the garden.
Lindir, ever the shy elf he was, blushed bright red saying, "Thank you My Lady. That is very kind of you to say."
They sat for a while longer talking about harps, flutes, and the songs they had learned. Evangeline told him of her lessons as a child and those she had been trying to teach to Charlotte before the war come to them. Lindir listened to her, completely entranced by her knowledge of music and of the lessons her mother had taught her about, not only the flute, but of the harp and an instrument she called a piano. He had never heard of such a instrument, but it intrigued him. It was not long before the sun was high over them and Lindir knew they had to leave lest they be late for the mid-day meal.
"It would appear that we must be off My Lady, we do not wish to be late to the banquet hall", Lindir said standing and leaving his harp upon the stone bench.
"Yes, I believe you are right My Lord", Evangeline said standing with Avalyn still held snug to her side.
"Shall we, My Lady?", Lindir asked, his face still slightly red with embarrassment as he offered her his arm.
"We shall, My Lord", she said taking his arm and allowing him to lead her to the banquet hall.
They continued to speak of music and of possible lessons for Charlotte and little Avalyn, now called Ellia by Lindir, when she reached the proper age to begin learning. They failed to notice that they were being stared at by many as they entered the banquet hall; they were far too engrossed in their talk of music, lessons, and from whom they had learned their skills from.
(Present)
Evangeline had enjoyed her talk with Lindir and the more she spoke with him the more she enjoyed his company. He was a shy elf, but a kind, gentle one as well. He reminded her a good bit of Abraham when had had been younger. So shy that he was almost too embarrassed to speak, but spoke to avoid being rude. She felt she had found a friend in him and she hoped he thought the same of her.
"Charlotte, do you still wish to learn the flute?", Evangeline asked her daughter as they left the banquet hall to visit Ethan.
"Yes Mother, why do you ask?", Charlotte asked as Lindir escorted them to the healing ward.
"I have spoken with Lord Lindir and he has agreed to help teach you the flute, possibly the harp as well, should you wish to learn", she said seeing her daughter's face light up with joy.
"That would be wonderful, thank you My Lord", Charlotte said giving the shy elf a smile so bright it rivaled the sun.
"It is will be an honor to teach you My Lady", Lindir said his face still slightly red with embarrassment.
The Ashland family all stifled their laughter at the poor elf's red face. He was almost painfully shy around them, but he was still kind and thoughtful to them. He, like the other elves they had met, was quickly becoming a friend in their eyes as they continued on to the healing ward and discussing when Charlotte's lessons would take place and how far along she had come along in her study of music.
THIS STORY HAS TAKEN ON A LIFE OF IT'S OWN! This is the longest chapter I have ever written ever! SO HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and will enjoy the rest of the story. The score is quickly dwindling down to the final three. Elrond:5, Erestor:4 and Glorfindel:4. If you wish to vote then leave your vote in your review or message me with your vote. The final decison on pairings will be up to me, but I would enjoy hearing people's choice in pairings and why. PLEASE REVIEW!
