A/N: Here it is, the chapter where you find out the truth about Luingil. =) Some people have already guessed it, but for those who haven't, here ya go. =) Oh, and I have two more Elves to add to my list of ownership - Aglarmîr (brilliant jewel) and Dînen (silent water). Also, incase anyone forgot, Ada is father in Sindarin. Okay, on with the chapter! =)**AS**
~*Love Never Loses Hope*~
Chapter 6: Glimpses of the Past
Luingil sat on a rock, gazing up at the stars that shone down brightly upon him. Luingil glanced at Aiwë, who was curled up and sleeping peacefully. He had only met her two days ago, but he could not shake the feeling that he knew her. Aiwë had not spoken much, and when she did she gave only brief answers. Luingil sighed and closed his eyes. He remembered very little of his childhood, but he did remember his parents. His mother had been a beautiful noble looking Elf with sapphire eyes and raven black hair. Her name was Aglarmîr, and she had been the most beautiful Elf in all of Mirkwood. Many Elves had vied to win her hand, but in the end it had Dînen who had won her heart. Quiet Dînen with his gentle manner and fierce courage, whose sky blue eyes always shone with merriment.
Luingil opened his eyes and gazed out across the Brown Lands. He remembered his parents, but he also remembered the Orcs.
His family had lived in the far northeast of Mirkwood, close to the outskirts of the forest. One night a band of Orcs had come through the forest and surprised the Elves. His parents had told him to run, and he obeyed, but he had been very young. Two Orcs pursued him, and would have slain him, if five men had not come to his rescue. He told the men about the attack, but when they returned to where Luingil had left his parents, it was too late. The men could not leave Luingil alone in the wood, so they brought him with them. One of the men eventually adopted Luingil as his son. That is how Luingil, son of Dînen, came to be raised by the Dúnedain.
Luingil sighed. There is something I am forgetting, but what? Luingil wondered.
"Luingil?"
The Elf looked down and saw Aiwë awake and watching him. "Yes, Lady Aiwë?"
"Have I ever met you before?"
Luingil tried to hide his surprise. "I do not believe so, though I feel as if we have met."
"So do I," Aiwë said quietly, wondering why this was.
"Aiwë, you said your family was killed by Orcs, as was mine," Luingil said slowly.
Aiwë's eyes widened. "You do not think -"
"It seems like the only conclusion," Luingil said with a shrug.
Aiwë stared at him in disbelief. She had blocked out her childhood for so long, could she remember it now?
"Let us think of it as we rest," Luingil said, jumping off the rock and laying down so as to prevent further conversation.
Aiwë sighed and went back to sleep, thinking of her family.
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"Ada!"
Aiwë was in a forest running swiftly through the trees. The forest seemed so familiar and yet alien at the same time. Suddenly she ran into a glade, and an Elf turned to greet her. He had dark brown hair, like her, and sky blue eyes that brightened when he saw her. Stooping down he swept her up into his arms. It was then that Aiwë realized she was only a small Elven maiden, somewhere in Mirkwood's vastness.
Aiwë stared at the Elf that held her with a mixture of awe and joy. Ada, Aiwë thought, a smile spreading across her face.
"Dînen, Aiwë, here you two are! I have been looking everywhere," scolded a soft bell-like voice.
Aiwë turned her head and saw a beautiful Elf coming towards them.
"Come Aglarmîr, you do not still worry about us wandering off, do you?" Dînen asked with a laugh.
Aglarmîr pursed her lips. "I will always be wary of you two troublemakers."
Dînen looked at his wife in mock surprise. "Us? Troublemakers? Never!" he said in an injured tone. "It is Luingil you must be wary of."
"That is the truth!" said a small voice from somewhere above them.
Aglarmîr smiled and shook her head. "Luingil, come down from there, it is time for dinner."
A small Elf-boy with black hair and blue eyes dropped from one of the trees and landed gracefully on his feet.
"And what have you been up to this time, Rusc*?" Aiwë asked with mock sternness.
Luingil grinned broadly. "Nothing worse than you, Gwath!**" he replied swiftly.
Aiwë sat bolt upright, quivering slightly. "Luingil! Luingil, get up!" she said, shaking the sleeping Elf.
Luingil yawned and sat up. "Yes, what is it?"
"You were right!" Aiwë said eagerly.
Luingil's eyes widened as he came fully awake. "You mean, you, you are my -"
Aiwë nodded happily. A grin spread across Luingil's face. "Well, this is an interesting development."
"I would say so," Aiwë laughed.
*Rusc - Sindarin for fox
**Gwath - Sindarin (or Quenya, I'm not sure) for shadow
Yes, I'm ending it there, aren't I cruel? Don't worry, all your questions will be answered in the next chapter. **holds out plate of cookies** Time to review! Hope you all liked this chapter. =) **AS**
Chapter 6: Glimpses of the Past
Luingil opened his eyes and gazed out across the Brown Lands. He remembered his parents, but he also remembered the Orcs.
His family had lived in the far northeast of Mirkwood, close to the outskirts of the forest. One night a band of Orcs had come through the forest and surprised the Elves. His parents had told him to run, and he obeyed, but he had been very young. Two Orcs pursued him, and would have slain him, if five men had not come to his rescue. He told the men about the attack, but when they returned to where Luingil had left his parents, it was too late. The men could not leave Luingil alone in the wood, so they brought him with them. One of the men eventually adopted Luingil as his son. That is how Luingil, son of Dînen, came to be raised by the Dúnedain.
Luingil sighed. There is something I am forgetting, but what? Luingil wondered.
"Luingil?"
The Elf looked down and saw Aiwë awake and watching him. "Yes, Lady Aiwë?"
"Have I ever met you before?"
Luingil tried to hide his surprise. "I do not believe so, though I feel as if we have met."
"So do I," Aiwë said quietly, wondering why this was.
"Aiwë, you said your family was killed by Orcs, as was mine," Luingil said slowly.
Aiwë's eyes widened. "You do not think -"
"It seems like the only conclusion," Luingil said with a shrug.
Aiwë stared at him in disbelief. She had blocked out her childhood for so long, could she remember it now?
"Let us think of it as we rest," Luingil said, jumping off the rock and laying down so as to prevent further conversation.
Aiwë sighed and went back to sleep, thinking of her family.
"Ada!"
Aiwë was in a forest running swiftly through the trees. The forest seemed so familiar and yet alien at the same time. Suddenly she ran into a glade, and an Elf turned to greet her. He had dark brown hair, like her, and sky blue eyes that brightened when he saw her. Stooping down he swept her up into his arms. It was then that Aiwë realized she was only a small Elven maiden, somewhere in Mirkwood's vastness.
Aiwë stared at the Elf that held her with a mixture of awe and joy. Ada, Aiwë thought, a smile spreading across her face.
"Dînen, Aiwë, here you two are! I have been looking everywhere," scolded a soft bell-like voice.
Aiwë turned her head and saw a beautiful Elf coming towards them.
"Come Aglarmîr, you do not still worry about us wandering off, do you?" Dînen asked with a laugh.
Aglarmîr pursed her lips. "I will always be wary of you two troublemakers."
Dînen looked at his wife in mock surprise. "Us? Troublemakers? Never!" he said in an injured tone. "It is Luingil you must be wary of."
"That is the truth!" said a small voice from somewhere above them.
Aglarmîr smiled and shook her head. "Luingil, come down from there, it is time for dinner."
A small Elf-boy with black hair and blue eyes dropped from one of the trees and landed gracefully on his feet.
"And what have you been up to this time, Rusc*?" Aiwë asked with mock sternness.
Luingil grinned broadly. "Nothing worse than you, Gwath!**" he replied swiftly.
Aiwë sat bolt upright, quivering slightly. "Luingil! Luingil, get up!" she said, shaking the sleeping Elf.
Luingil yawned and sat up. "Yes, what is it?"
"You were right!" Aiwë said eagerly.
Luingil's eyes widened as he came fully awake. "You mean, you, you are my -"
Aiwë nodded happily. A grin spread across Luingil's face. "Well, this is an interesting development."
"I would say so," Aiwë laughed.
*Rusc - Sindarin for fox
**Gwath - Sindarin (or Quenya, I'm not sure) for shadow
Yes, I'm ending it there, aren't I cruel? Don't worry, all your questions will be answered in the next chapter. **holds out plate of cookies** Time to review! Hope you all liked this chapter. =) **AS**