Well, here's the second chapter.
Sarah, do I really need to say it?
Anything you recognize is Tolkien's. I think that's it.
And now, On with the show!
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"Maegmariel, Please! Why won't she see me? And will you please stop curtsying, you're my sister!"
Maegmariel curtsied yet again, smiling to herself, the prince's aversion to royal treatment was well known throughout the forest.
"No, I will not stop curtsying, for if your father comes in a catches me not doing so, he will surely shoot me where I stand."
Legolas smiled, knowing his friend was right, and sorely wishing she wasn't.
"So he would, but you are avoiding the subject! Why will she not see me?"
"She is afraid for you, I know no more than that."
Legolas sighed, he knew that Maegmariel knew more, as surely as he knew his own name. However he also knew that when pushed, Maegmariel turned as mean as a hornet. He had known her for more than 1,000 years, and those years had thought him well.
Weighing the chances of getting anymore out of her, he decided to take the dangerous road.
"I am afraid as well, and I know what she fears, but I do not think I could bear it if she was afraid to so much as look at me."
At first Maegmariel had smirked at the likeness of her two friends' words, then she looked surprised. With a start, she remembered that he had an eleven magic often refereed to as Sinat. It was a rare magic, but Legolas, Annundaeiel and she herself had it. In Annundaeiel it came from her Lorien bloodlines, in Legolas, the same. No one had ever mentioned the origins of her own magic.
Sinat, or The Sight in common speech, was not showy. Rather it came in the form of subtle mind reading, not precisely reading, but that was often how man described it. It was more like feeling emotions, fear, hate and happiness. Also, the person with the magic could feel the presence of others, and if the magic was strong enough, find someone. Often though, the magic was so subtle that the bearer often forgot about it.
Since the traits of Sinat were common enough in elves, unless the magic was particularly strong, such as with the three friends, it seemed that one only had keen senses. In men and other species however, it was much more visible, and usually required training.
Still, Maegmariel was surprised. Having Sinat also shielded you from others with the same magic.
"How did you…"
Legolas waved his hand, tired of playing with her mind.
"You have forgotten Annundaeiel's story, I speak the old languages as well, have you already forgotten those endless lessons?"
Maegmariel's face lit up with understanding, and then she gasped.
"You sneaky…"
For the first time in the entire conversation, Legolas grinned.
"Annundaeiel is not the only one who can eavesdrop well, I was quite surprised that she did not sense me, I suppose she was a bit preoccupied."
Maegmariel smiled, pretty sure that her friend had sensed him and just hadn't said anything. Annundaeiel and Legolas had always been the exception to the rules, even in magic. They were able to feel each other, though they were not supposed to be able to, as they both had Sinat.
"So why, dear brother, did you ask in the first place?"
"Curiosity."
Maegmariel sighed, exasperated and mildly annoyed with her friend and brother. He, as well as Annundaeiel and sometimes herself were well known as mischief-makers and eavesdroppers. She was different from the two, in that she was more of a matchmaker. Annundaeiel and Legolas often teased her about it, however she knew that they meant no harm and took pride in her station. She was suited to the job anyway; Sinat gave her the power to see who would go well together, though with her brother and her best friend, she was at a loss. She had always sensed something more than friendship connecting the two. They could sense each other, even when their magic was not supposed to work that way, since they had meet. She had often pondered this thought, but had decided in the end that there were two truths. They would never admit it to themselves, and most of all each other. Well, not unless she had something to say about it, which, of course, she did.
She was about to inform Legolas of her annoyance, when Thranduil walked in. Maegmariel curtsied, though she was his adopted daughter, she still had to show respect.
"Maegmariel, I need you to prepare a horse for the ride to Rivendell"
"Pardon me my lord, but why only one?"
Thranduil smiled
"My son need not go, I have decided he does not need to go"
Thranduil savored the gape that he got out of his son; he rarely got any emotion out of him, and then turned to leave saying
"Hurry my dear, we must not delay, he leaves day after tomorrow."
Maegmariel curtsied to her brother and left, leaving Legolas slightly stunned at his father's change of mind, it was not like him at all.
Sarah, do I really need to say it?
Anything you recognize is Tolkien's. I think that's it.
And now, On with the show!
* * * * * * * *
"Maegmariel, Please! Why won't she see me? And will you please stop curtsying, you're my sister!"
Maegmariel curtsied yet again, smiling to herself, the prince's aversion to royal treatment was well known throughout the forest.
"No, I will not stop curtsying, for if your father comes in a catches me not doing so, he will surely shoot me where I stand."
Legolas smiled, knowing his friend was right, and sorely wishing she wasn't.
"So he would, but you are avoiding the subject! Why will she not see me?"
"She is afraid for you, I know no more than that."
Legolas sighed, he knew that Maegmariel knew more, as surely as he knew his own name. However he also knew that when pushed, Maegmariel turned as mean as a hornet. He had known her for more than 1,000 years, and those years had thought him well.
Weighing the chances of getting anymore out of her, he decided to take the dangerous road.
"I am afraid as well, and I know what she fears, but I do not think I could bear it if she was afraid to so much as look at me."
At first Maegmariel had smirked at the likeness of her two friends' words, then she looked surprised. With a start, she remembered that he had an eleven magic often refereed to as Sinat. It was a rare magic, but Legolas, Annundaeiel and she herself had it. In Annundaeiel it came from her Lorien bloodlines, in Legolas, the same. No one had ever mentioned the origins of her own magic.
Sinat, or The Sight in common speech, was not showy. Rather it came in the form of subtle mind reading, not precisely reading, but that was often how man described it. It was more like feeling emotions, fear, hate and happiness. Also, the person with the magic could feel the presence of others, and if the magic was strong enough, find someone. Often though, the magic was so subtle that the bearer often forgot about it.
Since the traits of Sinat were common enough in elves, unless the magic was particularly strong, such as with the three friends, it seemed that one only had keen senses. In men and other species however, it was much more visible, and usually required training.
Still, Maegmariel was surprised. Having Sinat also shielded you from others with the same magic.
"How did you…"
Legolas waved his hand, tired of playing with her mind.
"You have forgotten Annundaeiel's story, I speak the old languages as well, have you already forgotten those endless lessons?"
Maegmariel's face lit up with understanding, and then she gasped.
"You sneaky…"
For the first time in the entire conversation, Legolas grinned.
"Annundaeiel is not the only one who can eavesdrop well, I was quite surprised that she did not sense me, I suppose she was a bit preoccupied."
Maegmariel smiled, pretty sure that her friend had sensed him and just hadn't said anything. Annundaeiel and Legolas had always been the exception to the rules, even in magic. They were able to feel each other, though they were not supposed to be able to, as they both had Sinat.
"So why, dear brother, did you ask in the first place?"
"Curiosity."
Maegmariel sighed, exasperated and mildly annoyed with her friend and brother. He, as well as Annundaeiel and sometimes herself were well known as mischief-makers and eavesdroppers. She was different from the two, in that she was more of a matchmaker. Annundaeiel and Legolas often teased her about it, however she knew that they meant no harm and took pride in her station. She was suited to the job anyway; Sinat gave her the power to see who would go well together, though with her brother and her best friend, she was at a loss. She had always sensed something more than friendship connecting the two. They could sense each other, even when their magic was not supposed to work that way, since they had meet. She had often pondered this thought, but had decided in the end that there were two truths. They would never admit it to themselves, and most of all each other. Well, not unless she had something to say about it, which, of course, she did.
She was about to inform Legolas of her annoyance, when Thranduil walked in. Maegmariel curtsied, though she was his adopted daughter, she still had to show respect.
"Maegmariel, I need you to prepare a horse for the ride to Rivendell"
"Pardon me my lord, but why only one?"
Thranduil smiled
"My son need not go, I have decided he does not need to go"
Thranduil savored the gape that he got out of his son; he rarely got any emotion out of him, and then turned to leave saying
"Hurry my dear, we must not delay, he leaves day after tomorrow."
Maegmariel curtsied to her brother and left, leaving Legolas slightly stunned at his father's change of mind, it was not like him at all.