The Story With No Title
A Shoulder to Cry On
Paullina stopped sobbing and looked up. There stood an elf, he was tall and rather slim, like most of the elves she'd seen. He was dark haired and handsome. 'Is there such a thing as an unhandsome elf?'
"And you are?" Her voice was cracked from crying and her headache caused her to grimace.
"I am Beleg [1]. I heard you from some distance away. What could cause a grown man to weep so?" He looked concerned and eager to help, but upon hearing the word "man" Paullina broke down and sobbed again even more intensely than before. After a moment she felt the elf sit down beside her. She turned and laid her forearm and head on his shoulder and continued crying. If she had not been too busy crying she would have laughed at the multitude of expressions that washed over the elf's face; bewilderment, anxiety, fear, concern, etc. She might have laughed even harder if she had been passing by and saw the scene of a 6 foot 3, roughly 260-pound man weeping on the elf's shoulder.
After a time she stopped sobbing and her tears stopped altogether. She then became intensely aware of how close she was to the elf. 'He smells…good.' Realizing it wasn't quite the right time to for smelling elves she quickly got to her feet.
"Thank you Beleg, I guess I needed a shoulder to cry on."
Beleg was already on his feet. "You are most welcome Paul, but why is it you were crying?"
"I…I'm frustrated. I wish to return home."
"Your home must be quite a place. Do your wife and children await your return?"
Paullina knew this was a perfectly sensible question, but she wasn't prepared for it. It started out as a smile and turned to giggles then outright laughter. She continued laughing and when she caught site of Beleg's face she laughed even harder. "I…sorry, but…" She bent over laughing and waved a hand at Beleg and stumbled away leaving the elf stunned and more confused than he had even been in his long life and slightly insulted.
As Paullina stumbled back towards the house her laughter died down to chuckles as she entered the more highly trafficked gardens and paths. Her mood was much improved and she decided never to get that homesick again, if she could help it.
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[1] Ah where did the name Beleg come from? Beleg means "mighty" is Sindarin. And was the name of Beleg Strongbow, a great archer and chief of the marchwardens of Doriath, who was so rudely slain by his friend Turin. It was also the name of Aragorn's 27th great grandfather, Beleg the 2nd King of Arthedain. And well I just like the name and if there can be two Glorfindel's then I don't see why some elven couple couldn't name their son after the great Beleg.
A Shoulder to Cry On
Paullina stopped sobbing and looked up. There stood an elf, he was tall and rather slim, like most of the elves she'd seen. He was dark haired and handsome. 'Is there such a thing as an unhandsome elf?'
"And you are?" Her voice was cracked from crying and her headache caused her to grimace.
"I am Beleg [1]. I heard you from some distance away. What could cause a grown man to weep so?" He looked concerned and eager to help, but upon hearing the word "man" Paullina broke down and sobbed again even more intensely than before. After a moment she felt the elf sit down beside her. She turned and laid her forearm and head on his shoulder and continued crying. If she had not been too busy crying she would have laughed at the multitude of expressions that washed over the elf's face; bewilderment, anxiety, fear, concern, etc. She might have laughed even harder if she had been passing by and saw the scene of a 6 foot 3, roughly 260-pound man weeping on the elf's shoulder.
After a time she stopped sobbing and her tears stopped altogether. She then became intensely aware of how close she was to the elf. 'He smells…good.' Realizing it wasn't quite the right time to for smelling elves she quickly got to her feet.
"Thank you Beleg, I guess I needed a shoulder to cry on."
Beleg was already on his feet. "You are most welcome Paul, but why is it you were crying?"
"I…I'm frustrated. I wish to return home."
"Your home must be quite a place. Do your wife and children await your return?"
Paullina knew this was a perfectly sensible question, but she wasn't prepared for it. It started out as a smile and turned to giggles then outright laughter. She continued laughing and when she caught site of Beleg's face she laughed even harder. "I…sorry, but…" She bent over laughing and waved a hand at Beleg and stumbled away leaving the elf stunned and more confused than he had even been in his long life and slightly insulted.
As Paullina stumbled back towards the house her laughter died down to chuckles as she entered the more highly trafficked gardens and paths. Her mood was much improved and she decided never to get that homesick again, if she could help it.
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[1] Ah where did the name Beleg come from? Beleg means "mighty" is Sindarin. And was the name of Beleg Strongbow, a great archer and chief of the marchwardens of Doriath, who was so rudely slain by his friend Turin. It was also the name of Aragorn's 27th great grandfather, Beleg the 2nd King of Arthedain. And well I just like the name and if there can be two Glorfindel's then I don't see why some elven couple couldn't name their son after the great Beleg.
