~*~ Rana ~*~
Original AN: Whoooooo! Excuse me if this chapter gets trippy at all, I just had oral surgery and my face is still numb.kinda cool.so yeah I'm on codeine. But some of the best writing has come from drug induced creativity. You ever listened to the Beatles' White Album??? On to the story, lots of credit goes to JRR Tolkein, and a little to Peter Jackson for his casting. :P Remember, Rána is pronounced "Ray-nah".
Chapter One
Calenmir* sighed as she gazed up at the moon. "Rána, the wayward. You go at your own pace, don't you? I wish I could go at my own pace on my own path."
"Calenmir!" Eledhwen* called. "Come back inside!"
"Coming Mother," she yelled back. Then she lowered her voice again, "See what I mean dear Ithil*?" Calenmir walked slowly back to the main building in Imladris, continuing to complain lightheartedly to the moon. ".now Father will be upset that I'm not resting and he'll want to know where I was and what on Arda I was doing. This is Imladris! Can he not see that I am safe here?"
"He is just concerned for his only child." Calenmir was startled when she heard Elrond's voice. She smiled up at him.
"Grandfather, can't you tell your son to give me a little room to breathe? I haven't run off yet, have I?" He took her arm and walked with her back inside. When they turned a corner, Elrohir* appeared.
"Where have you been? What have you been doing all this time? You missed the evening meal and now you are wandering around when you should be resting."
"Father." He frowned as she rolled her eyes. "I HAVE been resting, looking at the stars. I'm already confined to this valley, must I now be confined to the house?"
"Someone of your stature-" Calenmir dropped Elrond's arm and clenched her fists.
"My stature? I've heard this speech a million times, 'You're related to Luthien, Galadriel, and Arwen. You must behave as a proper lady and uphold your reputation. You are a princess you know!' I'm sick of it! They didn't always behave properly! Maybe I don't want to grow up sheltered and spoiled, never having any adventure. You knew that's what I wanted and you didn't trust me, so you tried to keep me from running away. Well it didn't work. I'm leaving now, don't you dare try and stop me."
Elrohir's shoulder's slumped, " It's not just that, it's the ring. I wanted to keep you safe."
"Don't you think the bearer of Aldya can keep herself safe?" Calenmir snapped coldly before stomping past her father.
She ripped apart her room, gathering traveling clothes. She dressed in drab leggings. Her extra clothes and provisions were carefully crammed into a leather pouch she slung over her shoulder, along with her bow, quiver of arrows, and curved elven blade. When all was ready she raced out to the stables and leaped onto her horse, Vorondil*. Elrond was on the path out of the valley, and she reined in her horse. Her pale green eyes were cold.
"Did he send you to stop me?"
"No," he replied shaking his head, "Elrohir will not try to keep you here any longer."
She shifted in the saddle. "Tell him I love him, and I'll be back someday. Noro lim* Vorondil!" Her horse obeyed and sped out of the valley.
Elrond whispered quietly after her, "No, I do not think you shall be back."
Calenmir was too far to hear this. She was filled with the joy of freedom at her apparent clean escape, and called out to the moon, "I have my wish! Calenmir is no more, I am Rána now!"
*Calenmir = green jewel *Eledhwen = elfsheen *Ithil = the moon *Elrohir = elf-horsemaster *Vorondil = faithful friend *noro lim = ride on?
Original AN: Whoooooo! Excuse me if this chapter gets trippy at all, I just had oral surgery and my face is still numb.kinda cool.so yeah I'm on codeine. But some of the best writing has come from drug induced creativity. You ever listened to the Beatles' White Album??? On to the story, lots of credit goes to JRR Tolkein, and a little to Peter Jackson for his casting. :P Remember, Rána is pronounced "Ray-nah".
Chapter One
Calenmir* sighed as she gazed up at the moon. "Rána, the wayward. You go at your own pace, don't you? I wish I could go at my own pace on my own path."
"Calenmir!" Eledhwen* called. "Come back inside!"
"Coming Mother," she yelled back. Then she lowered her voice again, "See what I mean dear Ithil*?" Calenmir walked slowly back to the main building in Imladris, continuing to complain lightheartedly to the moon. ".now Father will be upset that I'm not resting and he'll want to know where I was and what on Arda I was doing. This is Imladris! Can he not see that I am safe here?"
"He is just concerned for his only child." Calenmir was startled when she heard Elrond's voice. She smiled up at him.
"Grandfather, can't you tell your son to give me a little room to breathe? I haven't run off yet, have I?" He took her arm and walked with her back inside. When they turned a corner, Elrohir* appeared.
"Where have you been? What have you been doing all this time? You missed the evening meal and now you are wandering around when you should be resting."
"Father." He frowned as she rolled her eyes. "I HAVE been resting, looking at the stars. I'm already confined to this valley, must I now be confined to the house?"
"Someone of your stature-" Calenmir dropped Elrond's arm and clenched her fists.
"My stature? I've heard this speech a million times, 'You're related to Luthien, Galadriel, and Arwen. You must behave as a proper lady and uphold your reputation. You are a princess you know!' I'm sick of it! They didn't always behave properly! Maybe I don't want to grow up sheltered and spoiled, never having any adventure. You knew that's what I wanted and you didn't trust me, so you tried to keep me from running away. Well it didn't work. I'm leaving now, don't you dare try and stop me."
Elrohir's shoulder's slumped, " It's not just that, it's the ring. I wanted to keep you safe."
"Don't you think the bearer of Aldya can keep herself safe?" Calenmir snapped coldly before stomping past her father.
She ripped apart her room, gathering traveling clothes. She dressed in drab leggings. Her extra clothes and provisions were carefully crammed into a leather pouch she slung over her shoulder, along with her bow, quiver of arrows, and curved elven blade. When all was ready she raced out to the stables and leaped onto her horse, Vorondil*. Elrond was on the path out of the valley, and she reined in her horse. Her pale green eyes were cold.
"Did he send you to stop me?"
"No," he replied shaking his head, "Elrohir will not try to keep you here any longer."
She shifted in the saddle. "Tell him I love him, and I'll be back someday. Noro lim* Vorondil!" Her horse obeyed and sped out of the valley.
Elrond whispered quietly after her, "No, I do not think you shall be back."
Calenmir was too far to hear this. She was filled with the joy of freedom at her apparent clean escape, and called out to the moon, "I have my wish! Calenmir is no more, I am Rána now!"
*Calenmir = green jewel *Eledhwen = elfsheen *Ithil = the moon *Elrohir = elf-horsemaster *Vorondil = faithful friend *noro lim = ride on?