1 Chapter 14 :You're
Wow! This is actually quite long! I've re-read it and am shocked and horrified at the many millions of mistakes...But intend to do nothing to change them as of yet! Lol! I love you all reviewees, and I hope ppl will review again, as it was reposted and all the reviews lost ! It was a baaaaaad day. Anyway, less frequent posts after this chapter, 'cos
I'm taking a break, to start typing up my Orli fic that will be posted somewhere (undecided) soon, called: 'Orlando, Florida.'
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(3 days later)
Cauren was undoubtedly the most peaceful thing Alcarin had ever experienced. All they did was relax, be pampered and tell stories about Elven history. She loved the tales of Beren and Luthien best; their romantic, meaningful love was the most famed tale in Middle Earth. "Shall I tell you a story of men?" She said, while Nerei applied a softening, shine inducing potion to her hair. Both Anariel and Berethiel looked excited, and interested. "Is it a love story?" Asked Anariel, her maid carefully cleaning her nails. "It is the greatest story of our country. It is a tale of love that overcame all boundaries, and of reconciliation that came too late. It is called Romeo and Juliet."
"Once, in the fair city of Verona, there were two families, that hated each other most deeply. Fights often broke out between the young men of these families, and their fathers, while bidden to chide their sons, by the Prince of Verona, secretly praised and encouraged the strife. Romeo, the youngest of the Montagues, was in love with a girl called Rosaline...."
Alcarin told the story, invented by William Shakespeare over 50 years before, and her audience were spellbound. She was not very good at storytelling, but her newly found Elven blood came into play, and her eloquence became passion as she told of the lovers meetings, their pledged love, and their problems, as they were forced to love in secret.
"And Juliet awoke, and looking around, she recognised the cold body of her Romeo, lying still next to her. She saw the small vial that had caused so much unhappiness, and seized it, looking for a drop to help her to her husband's side once more. Finding none, she seized his sword and plunged it into herself, sinking to the tomb in death. And when the good father found them lying in each other's arms, he bid the families reconcile their differences, as had the lovers. And never there was a story of more woe, than of Juliet and her Romeo."
Anariel was in tears. The maids were trying to work, with exceptionally red eyes. Nerei was sniffing loudly, and Berethiel was looking exceptionally noble- meaning she was about to cry. It was almost time for bed, and King Thranduil passing by heard the weeping and entered, worried and distressed by the image of all 6 women crying that met his eyes. "You must write it down, Alcarin, then I will read it at a feast!" He replied, eyes twinkling merrily. He was encouraged that all three seemed relaxed and rested. Sitting by Berethiel, he proceeded to tell them stories about his youth; and of meeting Lereian, his wife, until all were sleepy. Their maids led them to their warm beds, and Thranduil kissed his daughter goodnight and slipped out, to be promptly stopped by the sight of Legolas asleep by the door. The Prince had worn himself out with worry about the girls, and Eros was worse. Both blamed themselves for the maiden's retreat, but both blamed the other more. A rift was developing in the friendship, and while Alcarin was unaware of it so far, the boys were definitely not. He gently guided the still sleeping Prince to his bedroom, reminded of younger, more carefree days, when Legolas had fallen asleep at table in the evenings, and had to be carried to bed. It was a moment of peace, as he tucked his, older but no less loved son, into bed.
The next morning dawned bright and early, and the girls woke and went for a ride. Anariel and Berethiel had their own horses, Restheirel and Istharien (Rest and Ista) but Alcarin was a beginner and had no horse. Captain Laeros *, however, was unfortunately on duty by the stables. (* Remember him? Slimy bloke Alcarin doesn't trust- C3 ish)
"Mae Govannen, Arwen en amin, how fare you all? Princess, your horse is ready and we have a lovely steed for Lady Alcarin. Please, Alcarin, follow me." He sent the other two away with stable lads, and Alcarin followed him nervously into a small, dingy building.
A palomino, clean and gentle lifted its head, and blew gently at them as they drew near. "This is Raistluiel, and I believe she is the perfect steed for you. She is gentle, and will look after you. As would I, given the chance..." Alcarin stepped away from him. "Captain Laeros! Must I remind you that you are only permitted to speak with me under necessity? And...." She floundered slightly "And your advances are most unwelcome!" She said quickly, as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and practically pinning her against the wall. A voice was heard from the doorway, out of sight. "Alcarin?" It was Eros.
"Eros! I'm here, with Captain Laeros and Raistluiel! Come and see her!" She said, with a concealed sense of urgency. Eros came hurrying around the corner. "Its alright, Captain. Kaeros sent me to ask if you would care to report to him today or not?" Laeros gasped, and hurried off, after a courteous but hurried bow to them both. Once he had gone, they both sighed simultaneously. "Why are you sighing?" Alcarin asked, laughing. Eros turned a troubled face to her. "Do you not know? Laeros is untrustworthy when it comes to wine and women. Go nowhere alone with him Melomin my love, he is not safe." She shuddered slightly. Strengthening her resolve, she stroked Raist's nose, and asked "Will you help me up?" Eros laughed. "It is called 'mounting', and yes. Do you wish me to accompany you outside as well?" Alcarin turned a serious face to him.
"Eros; the reason myself, Anariel and the princess are in Cauren at the moment is mainly because I have a decision to make- what to do about you and Legolas. Both of you profess to love me, but if both of you are true to me, and love me you will let me have time, not push me to a decision about either of you. At the moment, I know not what to do. 'Tis hard, Eros. I am not from a culture like yours. Give me time, let nothing come between you and your friend. Not me, nor anything! I love you both, and it is hurting me!" Eros silently picked her light form up, and gently placed her on Raist.
" I am sorry A'maelamin, sorry for all three of us." He said, and walked out into the light.
Wow! This is actually quite long! I've re-read it and am shocked and horrified at the many millions of mistakes...But intend to do nothing to change them as of yet! Lol! I love you all reviewees, and I hope ppl will review again, as it was reposted and all the reviews lost ! It was a baaaaaad day. Anyway, less frequent posts after this chapter, 'cos
I'm taking a break, to start typing up my Orli fic that will be posted somewhere (undecided) soon, called: 'Orlando, Florida.'
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(3 days later)
Cauren was undoubtedly the most peaceful thing Alcarin had ever experienced. All they did was relax, be pampered and tell stories about Elven history. She loved the tales of Beren and Luthien best; their romantic, meaningful love was the most famed tale in Middle Earth. "Shall I tell you a story of men?" She said, while Nerei applied a softening, shine inducing potion to her hair. Both Anariel and Berethiel looked excited, and interested. "Is it a love story?" Asked Anariel, her maid carefully cleaning her nails. "It is the greatest story of our country. It is a tale of love that overcame all boundaries, and of reconciliation that came too late. It is called Romeo and Juliet."
"Once, in the fair city of Verona, there were two families, that hated each other most deeply. Fights often broke out between the young men of these families, and their fathers, while bidden to chide their sons, by the Prince of Verona, secretly praised and encouraged the strife. Romeo, the youngest of the Montagues, was in love with a girl called Rosaline...."
Alcarin told the story, invented by William Shakespeare over 50 years before, and her audience were spellbound. She was not very good at storytelling, but her newly found Elven blood came into play, and her eloquence became passion as she told of the lovers meetings, their pledged love, and their problems, as they were forced to love in secret.
"And Juliet awoke, and looking around, she recognised the cold body of her Romeo, lying still next to her. She saw the small vial that had caused so much unhappiness, and seized it, looking for a drop to help her to her husband's side once more. Finding none, she seized his sword and plunged it into herself, sinking to the tomb in death. And when the good father found them lying in each other's arms, he bid the families reconcile their differences, as had the lovers. And never there was a story of more woe, than of Juliet and her Romeo."
Anariel was in tears. The maids were trying to work, with exceptionally red eyes. Nerei was sniffing loudly, and Berethiel was looking exceptionally noble- meaning she was about to cry. It was almost time for bed, and King Thranduil passing by heard the weeping and entered, worried and distressed by the image of all 6 women crying that met his eyes. "You must write it down, Alcarin, then I will read it at a feast!" He replied, eyes twinkling merrily. He was encouraged that all three seemed relaxed and rested. Sitting by Berethiel, he proceeded to tell them stories about his youth; and of meeting Lereian, his wife, until all were sleepy. Their maids led them to their warm beds, and Thranduil kissed his daughter goodnight and slipped out, to be promptly stopped by the sight of Legolas asleep by the door. The Prince had worn himself out with worry about the girls, and Eros was worse. Both blamed themselves for the maiden's retreat, but both blamed the other more. A rift was developing in the friendship, and while Alcarin was unaware of it so far, the boys were definitely not. He gently guided the still sleeping Prince to his bedroom, reminded of younger, more carefree days, when Legolas had fallen asleep at table in the evenings, and had to be carried to bed. It was a moment of peace, as he tucked his, older but no less loved son, into bed.
The next morning dawned bright and early, and the girls woke and went for a ride. Anariel and Berethiel had their own horses, Restheirel and Istharien (Rest and Ista) but Alcarin was a beginner and had no horse. Captain Laeros *, however, was unfortunately on duty by the stables. (* Remember him? Slimy bloke Alcarin doesn't trust- C3 ish)
"Mae Govannen, Arwen en amin, how fare you all? Princess, your horse is ready and we have a lovely steed for Lady Alcarin. Please, Alcarin, follow me." He sent the other two away with stable lads, and Alcarin followed him nervously into a small, dingy building.
A palomino, clean and gentle lifted its head, and blew gently at them as they drew near. "This is Raistluiel, and I believe she is the perfect steed for you. She is gentle, and will look after you. As would I, given the chance..." Alcarin stepped away from him. "Captain Laeros! Must I remind you that you are only permitted to speak with me under necessity? And...." She floundered slightly "And your advances are most unwelcome!" She said quickly, as he stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and practically pinning her against the wall. A voice was heard from the doorway, out of sight. "Alcarin?" It was Eros.
"Eros! I'm here, with Captain Laeros and Raistluiel! Come and see her!" She said, with a concealed sense of urgency. Eros came hurrying around the corner. "Its alright, Captain. Kaeros sent me to ask if you would care to report to him today or not?" Laeros gasped, and hurried off, after a courteous but hurried bow to them both. Once he had gone, they both sighed simultaneously. "Why are you sighing?" Alcarin asked, laughing. Eros turned a troubled face to her. "Do you not know? Laeros is untrustworthy when it comes to wine and women. Go nowhere alone with him Melomin my love, he is not safe." She shuddered slightly. Strengthening her resolve, she stroked Raist's nose, and asked "Will you help me up?" Eros laughed. "It is called 'mounting', and yes. Do you wish me to accompany you outside as well?" Alcarin turned a serious face to him.
"Eros; the reason myself, Anariel and the princess are in Cauren at the moment is mainly because I have a decision to make- what to do about you and Legolas. Both of you profess to love me, but if both of you are true to me, and love me you will let me have time, not push me to a decision about either of you. At the moment, I know not what to do. 'Tis hard, Eros. I am not from a culture like yours. Give me time, let nothing come between you and your friend. Not me, nor anything! I love you both, and it is hurting me!" Eros silently picked her light form up, and gently placed her on Raist.
" I am sorry A'maelamin, sorry for all three of us." He said, and walked out into the light.