Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Eight: Song of the Servant
Friendship or Family? For you may chose with whom you associate, yet not your family. If one should turn evil, would it e better to have been the friend or family? The companion has chose the evil, the family member given no choice in such a matter. On the other ned of things, should a fellowship consist of all good the one should have chose. But if one's own dæmon does not know if the ally is good or evil, what then?
When once again the flower Liebora comes out to sing among the elves and mortals, a kingdom hold itself in laughter. The casetle hums with happiness, as it always has and always will, no matter what darkness overlord the land. Servants should wake the world with their heavenly singing…
"When in the spring time of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak and thy virgin yew*
Are dressed in ribbons fair…"
Legolas jumped in his sleep, rolling out of bed in shock. Gazing out the window, he began to think of his life and kingdom's political state. He'd yet to hear or see an attack on his father's sovereignty by any dwarf or elf, as it was quite possible their own kind should be angered by their refusal to fight. Though consulted many times in the last few days he'd yet, though presented with many oppurtunites decided not to dclare war on dwarves.
When the owls call the breathless moon
In blue veil of the night
A voice danced through the hallways like te fog danced over the lake that pooled outside the castle. Quickly dressing Legolas opened the door to his room that he rarely slept in, preferring the trees of the forest, and searching to find the origin of the voice. It seemed so angelic, and relieved his soul from the torments in which they rested…
The shadows of our dreams appear*
Amidst the lantern light
A figure stepped out into the open still singing while she blew the fire of a lantern out, "We've been rambling all the night and some time of this da—" she stopped upon spotting him observing her. "..ay. Good morning Lord Legolas."
"Grian, I told you, you may call me Legolas."
She blushed and continued snuffing the lanterns out. "I thought you'd forgotten me."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"How could I forget someone that possesses such beauty?" he inquired, following her from lantern to lantern, until the lanterns became torches. "You and Amaryllis do not enjoy each other's company, do you?"
"No exactly," she spat, then covered her mouth, shuffling humbly to the next small torc. Oh! He would mean to hate her now, speaking out of turn ad especially in such a tone in reference to his most favored nurse-maid. He wouldn't love her—for in his soul she found love,. Wait! She wanted him to hate her. Didn't she? Oh, how emotions confused things…
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Legolas only grinned, thinking of the sweet song he'd been deemed worthy of hearing. "I've seen you only a few time, Grian, but I cannot help but be enchanted by you. A siren, one could say in the beauty I have not heard nor seen since Lothlórien."
Suddenly, Grian fell to the ground, then regained herself, "You have seen Lothlórien and its lady?"
"Yes. Lady no longer. She went to the West," he replied. "And yet you have not told me from where you hail."
"The same as Amaryllis."
"The east?" he stated more than inquired. The mystery of her origin and of her in being was all the more intriguing. "Amaryllis only has given a small picture of her time there. Will you be at the Beltane Festival?" It was a perfectly valid question, considering many of the 'singing servants', as they were occasionally called, flocked to the Beltane Festival in the castle's courtyard and halls. Many were preparing the garlands already… What possessed elves to be servants he'd no idea, but occasionally they chose to be.
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"Yes," she replied. "I really must go…"
He caught her arm, "Will you meet me outside in the forest. At sundown… I beg of you."
"Yes, by the brook's bridge."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"Yes," Legolas grinned as she dashed off. The thought only occurred to him then how strong her arms were, however, it wasn't an out-of-the-blue surprise. Many women who worked in hard labors for their immortal lives had arms that could lift almost as much as a dwarf woman's.
Amaryllis folded her arms in the shadows. So Grian was playing hard to catch with the Prince? Well, she'd show that damn elf what she was made of. The elves would fall. Her master would rule. Amaryllis sharpened her sword.
.-*-.
A.N. Oi, short chapter, but I have to get to my dance class! Amaryllis you big blue meanie! ^.^ And our Leggie in love. So cute. Some notes that actually mean something… Beltane is a pagan holiday where the Goddess conceives the God, very good for fertility. May 1st. A Liebora is not a real flower, I made it up. It's a combination of the German word "Liebe" (Love) and some other language's "Flora". So, please don't take my flower! ^.^ R & R! Go raimh maith agat!
Disclaimer I don't own Lord of the Rings. I don't own Loreena McKennitt's "Mummer's Dance" either. However, I in a way, I kinda own the changed lyrics. I think? I dunno. Doesn't really matter. Well, if it has a * by the line, it's a lyric I altered. But the real song is hers. So yeah… *That was one weird disclaimer*
E-Mail messy@usa.com
P.S. I still have nothing in my in box. *sigh* Send me the phrases? Pretty please!
By Nezumi
Chapter Eight: Song of the Servant
Friendship or Family? For you may chose with whom you associate, yet not your family. If one should turn evil, would it e better to have been the friend or family? The companion has chose the evil, the family member given no choice in such a matter. On the other ned of things, should a fellowship consist of all good the one should have chose. But if one's own dæmon does not know if the ally is good or evil, what then?
When once again the flower Liebora comes out to sing among the elves and mortals, a kingdom hold itself in laughter. The casetle hums with happiness, as it always has and always will, no matter what darkness overlord the land. Servants should wake the world with their heavenly singing…
"When in the spring time of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak and thy virgin yew*
Are dressed in ribbons fair…"
Legolas jumped in his sleep, rolling out of bed in shock. Gazing out the window, he began to think of his life and kingdom's political state. He'd yet to hear or see an attack on his father's sovereignty by any dwarf or elf, as it was quite possible their own kind should be angered by their refusal to fight. Though consulted many times in the last few days he'd yet, though presented with many oppurtunites decided not to dclare war on dwarves.
When the owls call the breathless moon
In blue veil of the night
A voice danced through the hallways like te fog danced over the lake that pooled outside the castle. Quickly dressing Legolas opened the door to his room that he rarely slept in, preferring the trees of the forest, and searching to find the origin of the voice. It seemed so angelic, and relieved his soul from the torments in which they rested…
The shadows of our dreams appear*
Amidst the lantern light
A figure stepped out into the open still singing while she blew the fire of a lantern out, "We've been rambling all the night and some time of this da—" she stopped upon spotting him observing her. "..ay. Good morning Lord Legolas."
"Grian, I told you, you may call me Legolas."
She blushed and continued snuffing the lanterns out. "I thought you'd forgotten me."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"How could I forget someone that possesses such beauty?" he inquired, following her from lantern to lantern, until the lanterns became torches. "You and Amaryllis do not enjoy each other's company, do you?"
"No exactly," she spat, then covered her mouth, shuffling humbly to the next small torc. Oh! He would mean to hate her now, speaking out of turn ad especially in such a tone in reference to his most favored nurse-maid. He wouldn't love her—for in his soul she found love,. Wait! She wanted him to hate her. Didn't she? Oh, how emotions confused things…
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Legolas only grinned, thinking of the sweet song he'd been deemed worthy of hearing. "I've seen you only a few time, Grian, but I cannot help but be enchanted by you. A siren, one could say in the beauty I have not heard nor seen since Lothlórien."
Suddenly, Grian fell to the ground, then regained herself, "You have seen Lothlórien and its lady?"
"Yes. Lady no longer. She went to the West," he replied. "And yet you have not told me from where you hail."
"The same as Amaryllis."
"The east?" he stated more than inquired. The mystery of her origin and of her in being was all the more intriguing. "Amaryllis only has given a small picture of her time there. Will you be at the Beltane Festival?" It was a perfectly valid question, considering many of the 'singing servants', as they were occasionally called, flocked to the Beltane Festival in the castle's courtyard and halls. Many were preparing the garlands already… What possessed elves to be servants he'd no idea, but occasionally they chose to be.
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"Yes," she replied. "I really must go…"
He caught her arm, "Will you meet me outside in the forest. At sundown… I beg of you."
"Yes, by the brook's bridge."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"Yes," Legolas grinned as she dashed off. The thought only occurred to him then how strong her arms were, however, it wasn't an out-of-the-blue surprise. Many women who worked in hard labors for their immortal lives had arms that could lift almost as much as a dwarf woman's.
Amaryllis folded her arms in the shadows. So Grian was playing hard to catch with the Prince? Well, she'd show that damn elf what she was made of. The elves would fall. Her master would rule. Amaryllis sharpened her sword.
.-*-.
A.N. Oi, short chapter, but I have to get to my dance class! Amaryllis you big blue meanie! ^.^ And our Leggie in love. So cute. Some notes that actually mean something… Beltane is a pagan holiday where the Goddess conceives the God, very good for fertility. May 1st. A Liebora is not a real flower, I made it up. It's a combination of the German word "Liebe" (Love) and some other language's "Flora". So, please don't take my flower! ^.^ R & R! Go raimh maith agat!
Disclaimer I don't own Lord of the Rings. I don't own Loreena McKennitt's "Mummer's Dance" either. However, I in a way, I kinda own the changed lyrics. I think? I dunno. Doesn't really matter. Well, if it has a * by the line, it's a lyric I altered. But the real song is hers. So yeah… *That was one weird disclaimer*
E-Mail messy@usa.com
P.S. I still have nothing in my in box. *sigh* Send me the phrases? Pretty please!