Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR...I wish I did. I am not making any money off of this, don't sue me!!!
a/n: well, this is the eighth chapter, I said I'd post it, and damnit, I did! Lol, well, uhh, tell me what you think, I luv you guys!
aha, and if you like the Strokes, or are just looking for some quality hilarity at its best, read my friend's ficcie, its called "They Ain't Too Smart" by "YourHeadsNotRight"
well, thankies, all!!
Tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth, Laurefinwen set her jaw and stumbled through the rocky hillside, damaging her feet with cuts and bruises. She didn't care, she was numb to pain. Suddenly, the hills gave way to reveal the ends of the mountains. Laurefinwen nearly wept in joy. She looked behind her, the tall cruel peaks of the Emen-uial she had braved. They lay is a faint mist, casting eerie shadows across the land in the dying light. Birds circled above. Relief swept over her, but it quickly faded when she looked back the other direction. All that faced her was plains. Miles and miles of open field rolled around her. That was it until she reached Mirkwood. Still, she felt that her way would be easier. She bounded down the last of the slopes giddily, re-energized and grinning ear to ear. She skipped down the rocky mounds and jumped off the last rock and rolled through the grass, thoroughly relishing her small victory.
The long stalks tickled her nose as she rolled around. She winced at the thought of going on until dawn, but she none-the-less, got up and sought out her path. Laurefinwen lingered at her place, not wanting to leave. She finally resolved that she would have to go sometime, but she would stay to rest for a moment and eat another small meal.
As she ate, she dug through her pack...she noticed something she hadn't before. There was a small pocket on the inside, hardly visible.
Inquisitively, she poked her hand into it and extracted a collection of papers and... an envelope. The envelope had something in it. Laurefinwen cautiously opened the seal and peered inside. A pendant of a clear, crystal-like material hung delicately on a thin golden chain. The was an inscription in the envelope as well. It read:
'Laurefinwen,
I hope this reaches you where you are safe. This pendant is very important to me, and to you. In your youth, you always loved coming over to my house. You were such an inquisitive child. You loved to look and touch. Your favorite thing of mine was my necklace. You would always ask to see it. You always wondered what it was and why I always kept it close to my heart., and I would always tell you "I'll tell you when you're older." Now you are older and it is time that you found out. I did not tell you this when you were little because I did not want to burden you. This is a pendant keeping the star of Sil-elen. It shines purely with a silvery-white light, hence its name. It is the brightest star shining over Belegsir and it will bring you power when all is spent.'
Laurefinwen paused and looked at the necklace in her palm in amazement. It suddenly beamed brightly, illuminating the air around her with sparkling diamonds. Eyes wide with wonder, Laurefinwen turned her attention back to the letter....
'This very necklace belonged to your father, the elf-lord, Glorfindel. He gave it to me on the pass of Cirith Thoronath, and said to me,
"Give this to Laurefinwen when she grows, she will most defiantly look a comely daughter of an elf lord when she does." His eyes swam with unspilled tears as he bade me his last words. He said,
"I love you all and will miss you terribly. May we meet again in the golden halls of Mandos!"
Earel, Aldaloth and I were both of the party that fled from Gondolin with Glorfindel as its leader. There he gave this to you, through me and spoke his last words before perishing valiantly, taking the balrog down with him, to save us all.'
Again, Laurefinwen paused, tears in her eyes from thinking of the death of her father. Though she did not know him, she felt a strange connection to him, somehow strengthened by this token. She clutched the star to her breast and, inspired, cried aloud words of old,
A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-charad palan-diriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, si nef aearon!
Drawing a breath, Laurefinwen turned her eyes downward to read the last few sentences.
'May it be strength, light, and hope where there is none. Use it wisely and remember Glorfindel.
-Wenelena
(Yes, I have a name, I was not always "The elder," In my youth, I was called, Wenelena, maiden of the stars.)'
Laurefinwen clasped the pendant on her neck and there it hung, illuminating the night around her, and at that moment, it seemed that she was no longer Laurefinwen, she had become Laurefinwen, the daughter of elf-lord, Glorfindel, with shining eyes and golden hair, an earth-bound angel.
Looking regal, Laurefinwen stood up and was making her way slowly to her pack when she tripped over a rock and fell, dirt stinging her palms as she caught herself.
"So much for my grace!" Laurefinwen grumbled, shouldering her pack. She gently trod the grass. heading Southwest.
After a while of walking, Laurefinwen came to a river to long to go around, and too deep to wade and it was dark out, Laurefinwen was half-blinded, even with her keen elf eyes.
Kneeling down, she dipped her hand into the swift water. The icy-cool jet washed over her hands, removing marks showing days of toil. The water melting off the snow capped peaks of the Emen-uial had formed this. Filling her flask, Laurefinwen drank deeply.
Wiping her mouth on her arm, Laurefinwen resolved not to attempt the river by night. Feeling glad for an excuse to rest, she wrapped herself in blankets and her cloak and curled up to sleep until there was enough light to see.
When dawn arose over the plain, Laurefinwen jerked awake. She shook off her blankets groggily. She had a plan in her mind of what to do. Splashing water on her face, Laurefinwen got her rope out of her pack and started sizing it and the river up.
Laurefinwen tied one end of the rope to a heavy rock and fashioned a sort of catapult from a young springy sapling off the hillside. Cutting it loose, the rock was flung to the other side of the river. Laurefinwen snatched ue fact that her plan succeeded, Laurefinwen pulled the other end of the rope from the icy waters. After stowing it away, Laurefinwen stepped lightly through the long stalks, careful not to crush them beneath her feet.
a/n: I didn't really have a nice place to end it, so I just cut it off here, it was getting too long, so mwahahaha, aren't I evil? terribly sorry, next chapter will be up in two days. Luv u all! review? please? the button is just down there... doesn't it look pretty?
....
oh, and btw, next chapter includes Feathalion shirtless! ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR...I wish I did. I am not making any money off of this, don't sue me!!!
a/n: well, this is the eighth chapter, I said I'd post it, and damnit, I did! Lol, well, uhh, tell me what you think, I luv you guys!
aha, and if you like the Strokes, or are just looking for some quality hilarity at its best, read my friend's ficcie, its called "They Ain't Too Smart" by "YourHeadsNotRight"
well, thankies, all!!
Tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth, Laurefinwen set her jaw and stumbled through the rocky hillside, damaging her feet with cuts and bruises. She didn't care, she was numb to pain. Suddenly, the hills gave way to reveal the ends of the mountains. Laurefinwen nearly wept in joy. She looked behind her, the tall cruel peaks of the Emen-uial she had braved. They lay is a faint mist, casting eerie shadows across the land in the dying light. Birds circled above. Relief swept over her, but it quickly faded when she looked back the other direction. All that faced her was plains. Miles and miles of open field rolled around her. That was it until she reached Mirkwood. Still, she felt that her way would be easier. She bounded down the last of the slopes giddily, re-energized and grinning ear to ear. She skipped down the rocky mounds and jumped off the last rock and rolled through the grass, thoroughly relishing her small victory.
The long stalks tickled her nose as she rolled around. She winced at the thought of going on until dawn, but she none-the-less, got up and sought out her path. Laurefinwen lingered at her place, not wanting to leave. She finally resolved that she would have to go sometime, but she would stay to rest for a moment and eat another small meal.
As she ate, she dug through her pack...she noticed something she hadn't before. There was a small pocket on the inside, hardly visible.
Inquisitively, she poked her hand into it and extracted a collection of papers and... an envelope. The envelope had something in it. Laurefinwen cautiously opened the seal and peered inside. A pendant of a clear, crystal-like material hung delicately on a thin golden chain. The was an inscription in the envelope as well. It read:
'Laurefinwen,
I hope this reaches you where you are safe. This pendant is very important to me, and to you. In your youth, you always loved coming over to my house. You were such an inquisitive child. You loved to look and touch. Your favorite thing of mine was my necklace. You would always ask to see it. You always wondered what it was and why I always kept it close to my heart., and I would always tell you "I'll tell you when you're older." Now you are older and it is time that you found out. I did not tell you this when you were little because I did not want to burden you. This is a pendant keeping the star of Sil-elen. It shines purely with a silvery-white light, hence its name. It is the brightest star shining over Belegsir and it will bring you power when all is spent.'
Laurefinwen paused and looked at the necklace in her palm in amazement. It suddenly beamed brightly, illuminating the air around her with sparkling diamonds. Eyes wide with wonder, Laurefinwen turned her attention back to the letter....
'This very necklace belonged to your father, the elf-lord, Glorfindel. He gave it to me on the pass of Cirith Thoronath, and said to me,
"Give this to Laurefinwen when she grows, she will most defiantly look a comely daughter of an elf lord when she does." His eyes swam with unspilled tears as he bade me his last words. He said,
"I love you all and will miss you terribly. May we meet again in the golden halls of Mandos!"
Earel, Aldaloth and I were both of the party that fled from Gondolin with Glorfindel as its leader. There he gave this to you, through me and spoke his last words before perishing valiantly, taking the balrog down with him, to save us all.'
Again, Laurefinwen paused, tears in her eyes from thinking of the death of her father. Though she did not know him, she felt a strange connection to him, somehow strengthened by this token. She clutched the star to her breast and, inspired, cried aloud words of old,
A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-charad palan-diriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, si nef aearon!
Drawing a breath, Laurefinwen turned her eyes downward to read the last few sentences.
'May it be strength, light, and hope where there is none. Use it wisely and remember Glorfindel.
-Wenelena
(Yes, I have a name, I was not always "The elder," In my youth, I was called, Wenelena, maiden of the stars.)'
Laurefinwen clasped the pendant on her neck and there it hung, illuminating the night around her, and at that moment, it seemed that she was no longer Laurefinwen, she had become Laurefinwen, the daughter of elf-lord, Glorfindel, with shining eyes and golden hair, an earth-bound angel.
Looking regal, Laurefinwen stood up and was making her way slowly to her pack when she tripped over a rock and fell, dirt stinging her palms as she caught herself.
"So much for my grace!" Laurefinwen grumbled, shouldering her pack. She gently trod the grass. heading Southwest.
After a while of walking, Laurefinwen came to a river to long to go around, and too deep to wade and it was dark out, Laurefinwen was half-blinded, even with her keen elf eyes.
Kneeling down, she dipped her hand into the swift water. The icy-cool jet washed over her hands, removing marks showing days of toil. The water melting off the snow capped peaks of the Emen-uial had formed this. Filling her flask, Laurefinwen drank deeply.
Wiping her mouth on her arm, Laurefinwen resolved not to attempt the river by night. Feeling glad for an excuse to rest, she wrapped herself in blankets and her cloak and curled up to sleep until there was enough light to see.
When dawn arose over the plain, Laurefinwen jerked awake. She shook off her blankets groggily. She had a plan in her mind of what to do. Splashing water on her face, Laurefinwen got her rope out of her pack and started sizing it and the river up.
Laurefinwen tied one end of the rope to a heavy rock and fashioned a sort of catapult from a young springy sapling off the hillside. Cutting it loose, the rock was flung to the other side of the river. Laurefinwen snatched ue fact that her plan succeeded, Laurefinwen pulled the other end of the rope from the icy waters. After stowing it away, Laurefinwen stepped lightly through the long stalks, careful not to crush them beneath her feet.
a/n: I didn't really have a nice place to end it, so I just cut it off here, it was getting too long, so mwahahaha, aren't I evil? terribly sorry, next chapter will be up in two days. Luv u all! review? please? the button is just down there... doesn't it look pretty?
....
oh, and btw, next chapter includes Feathalion shirtless! ^^