1 Chapter 2 "Is"
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Summary: In this chapter, we have the first camp, should be interesting, as Ali has never slept outside before, and is afraid of the dark...The question is, who will comfort her?
As the afternoon became late, and the shadows grew long, Ali snuggled into her cloak. The company had decided to pitch camp a little way off a stream they knew, and they were very close now. She was so tired...She yawned, surprising herself, and Arantheir noticed her eyelids drooping. In high elven, he murmured
~ She is almost asleep, Eros. Do not wake her, she has a long day ahead, and she can eat on the move tomorrow. ~
Eros nodded, and Ali slowly fell into sleep, with Eros' warm, comforting presence right behind her. As she slept, she dreamed...
A beautiful man...No, he was an elf. Standing next to her. She looked at him, and felt no love, unlike the tender eyes he gazed on her with. Another voice, that sounded familiar, caused her to turn, a rush of love pouring through her, and the first elf was gone. In his place was Eros, and he reached for her hand, whispering "Never be alone, Melomin, never be without love, without me" The last was a breathy sigh as he began to fade. She grasped at him, trying to anchor him to her, as she knew once he was gone, he would never return. She called out, and heard a soft voice say "I will bring him." She was frightened without him, her first link to this strange world. She then heard his voice calling back to her.
"Ali, I am here, you are safe, Lirimaer, I will keep you safe..."
She sat up, awake, tears pouring down her face. "Eros...It was so real! I...you... Please don't go yet!" She clung to his arm, and he patted her back soothingly "It is well, I will not leave you." Ever, his mind added, I wish to remain beside you forever, but his mind cried out: you have only known her a day! How can you say this to her?
Ali had calmed down now, she sat next to Eros, by the campfire and shivered in her blanket. Arantheir had been sure her dream was unusual, sent to her by the 'Valar', whoever they might be, because of the reaction she was having. Eros tried to persuade her to tell him of the dream, but she refused to speak of it. To be honest, although she didn't believe in 'prophecy' she thought that there was a chance that this could be a prophetic dream. It had seemed so real, and if what it had showed was true...She ate a lemba cake slowly, tasting the relaxing, energy giving food of the elves, her thoughts on the elf beside her.
Eros noticed the far off look in her eyes, and turned the conversation to Mirkwood, telling her of the sights and her favourite person, Prince Legolas. Arantheir translated, and listened, aiding her understanding of their culture.
"We have been friends since birth, but never see each other. He loves to roam, and I love my home, the forest." Ali jumped in with a question "Tell me about you and him, when you got into trouble!"
"Well, my lady..."He smiled secretively, pleased he had engaged her attention, "Once, when we were 500, we tied the edge of King Thranduil's (A/N: Legolas' dad) robe to his throne on a feast day, and when he rose to speak, he couldn't!"
Arantheir, Ali and Eros laughed, Ali shrieked, while Eros laughed deeply. Eros had a gift for storytelling that captured your imagination, and brought the characters to life. As he told her more of life at court, she fell asleep against his shoulder. He stopped when she let out a tiny snore (a/n: Sorry Ali!). He sat, awake through the night, thinking of what could be...
Disclaimer: If I owned it, you would know about it.
Summary: In this chapter, we have the first camp, should be interesting, as Ali has never slept outside before, and is afraid of the dark...The question is, who will comfort her?
As the afternoon became late, and the shadows grew long, Ali snuggled into her cloak. The company had decided to pitch camp a little way off a stream they knew, and they were very close now. She was so tired...She yawned, surprising herself, and Arantheir noticed her eyelids drooping. In high elven, he murmured
~ She is almost asleep, Eros. Do not wake her, she has a long day ahead, and she can eat on the move tomorrow. ~
Eros nodded, and Ali slowly fell into sleep, with Eros' warm, comforting presence right behind her. As she slept, she dreamed...
A beautiful man...No, he was an elf. Standing next to her. She looked at him, and felt no love, unlike the tender eyes he gazed on her with. Another voice, that sounded familiar, caused her to turn, a rush of love pouring through her, and the first elf was gone. In his place was Eros, and he reached for her hand, whispering "Never be alone, Melomin, never be without love, without me" The last was a breathy sigh as he began to fade. She grasped at him, trying to anchor him to her, as she knew once he was gone, he would never return. She called out, and heard a soft voice say "I will bring him." She was frightened without him, her first link to this strange world. She then heard his voice calling back to her.
"Ali, I am here, you are safe, Lirimaer, I will keep you safe..."
She sat up, awake, tears pouring down her face. "Eros...It was so real! I...you... Please don't go yet!" She clung to his arm, and he patted her back soothingly "It is well, I will not leave you." Ever, his mind added, I wish to remain beside you forever, but his mind cried out: you have only known her a day! How can you say this to her?
Ali had calmed down now, she sat next to Eros, by the campfire and shivered in her blanket. Arantheir had been sure her dream was unusual, sent to her by the 'Valar', whoever they might be, because of the reaction she was having. Eros tried to persuade her to tell him of the dream, but she refused to speak of it. To be honest, although she didn't believe in 'prophecy' she thought that there was a chance that this could be a prophetic dream. It had seemed so real, and if what it had showed was true...She ate a lemba cake slowly, tasting the relaxing, energy giving food of the elves, her thoughts on the elf beside her.
Eros noticed the far off look in her eyes, and turned the conversation to Mirkwood, telling her of the sights and her favourite person, Prince Legolas. Arantheir translated, and listened, aiding her understanding of their culture.
"We have been friends since birth, but never see each other. He loves to roam, and I love my home, the forest." Ali jumped in with a question "Tell me about you and him, when you got into trouble!"
"Well, my lady..."He smiled secretively, pleased he had engaged her attention, "Once, when we were 500, we tied the edge of King Thranduil's (A/N: Legolas' dad) robe to his throne on a feast day, and when he rose to speak, he couldn't!"
Arantheir, Ali and Eros laughed, Ali shrieked, while Eros laughed deeply. Eros had a gift for storytelling that captured your imagination, and brought the characters to life. As he told her more of life at court, she fell asleep against his shoulder. He stopped when she let out a tiny snore (a/n: Sorry Ali!). He sat, awake through the night, thinking of what could be...