Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Nineteen: Nil Sí I nGrá
History of all the great peoples have been expressed through art. Art of the lips, singing where sweet words escape one's lips, or perhaps art of the feet—dancing. The last are the murals and tapestries of these people who think they will be forgotten but the physical remains even when the echo's of the race's last songs have been forgotten. The torch the dancers and musicians carry is not know to those whom have not heard a glorious note of orchestrated noise. Music may however set one free or bind them in everlasting chains…
"Legolas… I won't get this. Its too… majestic for me."
"Too majestic for you?" he whispered in her ear and guided her aim. She had small rough hands, her fingers were strong as was her grip, her nails soiled, but they too seemed as beautiful as her small face. The black hair waved into beauty, in which in his own mind even Galadriel did not surpass. George Gamgee claimed Sam told Rosie Cottonwood-Gamgee such as that one and the she-hobbit had bee graced by such a comment. "You could not be surpassed in majesty by Galadriel herself."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Suddenly Grian froze. Almost in what could not be determined as horror or awe, she asked, "You know Galadriel of Lothlórien?"
"Yes, she's said by Haldir to arrive just in time for Beltane. In fact, it looks like she pulls over the hill now."
"Who accompanies her?" her attention had diverted from the bow and arrow to Legolas Greenleaf and his words completely.
"Arwen and Aragorn of Gondor, Celebrian, Lady of Rivendell—" he watched her reaction, when there was none he found this curious then reminded himself she was from the East. She would not know Celebrian had been killed by the orcs of Sauron. "She was brought from Valinor. The elves of Lórien. Do you not like Lórien?"
"I was there when Lórien was… in a dark age," Grian replied. "There was no mercy."
From some odd reason this comment made Legolas uncomfortable. She must have been around to see the dangers of the world for as far as he knew the forests of Lórien had never seen darkness. "What do you plan to sing at the Beltane festival?"
"In Common Speech? Only one—Albatross. And two in my own language—Ailein Duinn and Nil Sí I nGrá."
"Would you sing one now?" he wondered if she knew he was pleading with her, for once he'd been told his voice was too even. Even Amaryllis told him he should show more compassion than he seemed to. However, Legolas felt more than he exuded in his face and he wondered if Grian held secrets she did not show as well. He wondered how many elves and mortals did such. Perhaps that was why he liked Gimli; Gimli could always show his emotions and communicate them rather well.
Smiling coyly, she looked at him and replied, "No. It would ruin the surprise."
"Another then?"
"A nigh'n dunn 's toigh leam thu
's ho or 's e mo roghainn thu
'S a nigh'n donn's toigh leam thu
thaghainn thu air bhoichead…
Nuar sheasadh tu air urlar dhannsadh to gu luth-mhor
'S ged bhithinn anns a' chuil bhiodh mo shuil or a bhoichead…"
She told him and he cocked an eyebrow, and she smiled back. He cared not what it meant for the sweet words tolled out of her mouth so beautifully. With a kiss she left him, whispering, "I need sleep."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"Gandalf!" Galadriel cried happily throwing her arms around the wizard and Amaryllis disappeared. It seemed quite odd, if any other soul had been there, for such a grand lady to give so childish a greeting. "It fills my heart with such mirth to see you again! You look worn my friend, what ails you?"
"Elrond's forgetfulness. Saying it slipped his mind to inform Legolas the Black Queen has Vilya does not seem like him," Gandlaf pondered, as the other members of the party began to file into the room. "She tried to steal mine and she will try and take yours as well."
Galadriel folded her arms, "And I will gladly give it to her."
"What?!" Gandalf cried, deathly alarmed.
Celebrian, though since her resurrection had been quite quiet in fact, folded her arms and proclaimed, "Why don't you eve call her by her name?"
Haldir shot a sharp look her way, "Such evil Lothlórien never yielded." Truthfully though it was only a wish, for if he was to stand before the Black Queen with her bound and ready to kill or if he had even the chance of killing her—he would not. His heart would fail him.
"But it did," Celebrian reminded him, and watched as the elf tried not to hang his head. "My husband is preoccupied, he still believes I am only a figment of his imagination. He believe she has made him go mad. Come Arwen." Taking her daughter's hand, she led the girl to a small grove of trees—only a few leaps away from the King of Mirkwood and a fair elf-maiden. "You will need what I have to teach you to defeat our Queen."
Galadriel and Gandalf stood stunned by the fact Celebrian had snapped in such a fashion to favor their enemy. "You should not give her the ring," Gandalf redirected his attention to the Lady of Lothlórien.
"I should and shall. With our presence she cannot remain hidden for long." Galadriel was correct, yet she knew not how correct.
The entire company retired for the night without further ado, affairs of state weighing heavy on their heart. Swords clashed in practice in the grove adjacent to the river… while Galadriel's dreams were tormented.
.-*-.
A.N.Lessee…for those of you who haven't read the books:*. READ!* But there are the 3 rings of elves (no duh): #1—Vilya. Belongs to Elrond. Its gold with a sapphire. Ring of Air and helped wash away the Dark Riders in Book One. #2—Nenya, which of course belongs to Galadriel. Its made of mithril with a diamond. The Ring of Water (hello! Mirror Galadriel peeps) #3—Narya. Narya is the Ring of Fire and was entrusted in Gandalf's care. It has a ruby. Simple enough, ne? Other notes: I lied. No witch until Chapter 21 or 22. I have it written down up to there, just not on the computer! So… please keep reading and reviewing and all that nice stuff. Gracias.
Disclaimer -.-
E-Mail messy@usa.com
By Nezumi
Chapter Nineteen: Nil Sí I nGrá
History of all the great peoples have been expressed through art. Art of the lips, singing where sweet words escape one's lips, or perhaps art of the feet—dancing. The last are the murals and tapestries of these people who think they will be forgotten but the physical remains even when the echo's of the race's last songs have been forgotten. The torch the dancers and musicians carry is not know to those whom have not heard a glorious note of orchestrated noise. Music may however set one free or bind them in everlasting chains…
"Legolas… I won't get this. Its too… majestic for me."
"Too majestic for you?" he whispered in her ear and guided her aim. She had small rough hands, her fingers were strong as was her grip, her nails soiled, but they too seemed as beautiful as her small face. The black hair waved into beauty, in which in his own mind even Galadriel did not surpass. George Gamgee claimed Sam told Rosie Cottonwood-Gamgee such as that one and the she-hobbit had bee graced by such a comment. "You could not be surpassed in majesty by Galadriel herself."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Suddenly Grian froze. Almost in what could not be determined as horror or awe, she asked, "You know Galadriel of Lothlórien?"
"Yes, she's said by Haldir to arrive just in time for Beltane. In fact, it looks like she pulls over the hill now."
"Who accompanies her?" her attention had diverted from the bow and arrow to Legolas Greenleaf and his words completely.
"Arwen and Aragorn of Gondor, Celebrian, Lady of Rivendell—" he watched her reaction, when there was none he found this curious then reminded himself she was from the East. She would not know Celebrian had been killed by the orcs of Sauron. "She was brought from Valinor. The elves of Lórien. Do you not like Lórien?"
"I was there when Lórien was… in a dark age," Grian replied. "There was no mercy."
From some odd reason this comment made Legolas uncomfortable. She must have been around to see the dangers of the world for as far as he knew the forests of Lórien had never seen darkness. "What do you plan to sing at the Beltane festival?"
"In Common Speech? Only one—Albatross. And two in my own language—Ailein Duinn and Nil Sí I nGrá."
"Would you sing one now?" he wondered if she knew he was pleading with her, for once he'd been told his voice was too even. Even Amaryllis told him he should show more compassion than he seemed to. However, Legolas felt more than he exuded in his face and he wondered if Grian held secrets she did not show as well. He wondered how many elves and mortals did such. Perhaps that was why he liked Gimli; Gimli could always show his emotions and communicate them rather well.
Smiling coyly, she looked at him and replied, "No. It would ruin the surprise."
"Another then?"
"A nigh'n dunn 's toigh leam thu
's ho or 's e mo roghainn thu
'S a nigh'n donn's toigh leam thu
thaghainn thu air bhoichead…
Nuar sheasadh tu air urlar dhannsadh to gu luth-mhor
'S ged bhithinn anns a' chuil bhiodh mo shuil or a bhoichead…"
She told him and he cocked an eyebrow, and she smiled back. He cared not what it meant for the sweet words tolled out of her mouth so beautifully. With a kiss she left him, whispering, "I need sleep."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"Gandalf!" Galadriel cried happily throwing her arms around the wizard and Amaryllis disappeared. It seemed quite odd, if any other soul had been there, for such a grand lady to give so childish a greeting. "It fills my heart with such mirth to see you again! You look worn my friend, what ails you?"
"Elrond's forgetfulness. Saying it slipped his mind to inform Legolas the Black Queen has Vilya does not seem like him," Gandlaf pondered, as the other members of the party began to file into the room. "She tried to steal mine and she will try and take yours as well."
Galadriel folded her arms, "And I will gladly give it to her."
"What?!" Gandalf cried, deathly alarmed.
Celebrian, though since her resurrection had been quite quiet in fact, folded her arms and proclaimed, "Why don't you eve call her by her name?"
Haldir shot a sharp look her way, "Such evil Lothlórien never yielded." Truthfully though it was only a wish, for if he was to stand before the Black Queen with her bound and ready to kill or if he had even the chance of killing her—he would not. His heart would fail him.
"But it did," Celebrian reminded him, and watched as the elf tried not to hang his head. "My husband is preoccupied, he still believes I am only a figment of his imagination. He believe she has made him go mad. Come Arwen." Taking her daughter's hand, she led the girl to a small grove of trees—only a few leaps away from the King of Mirkwood and a fair elf-maiden. "You will need what I have to teach you to defeat our Queen."
Galadriel and Gandalf stood stunned by the fact Celebrian had snapped in such a fashion to favor their enemy. "You should not give her the ring," Gandalf redirected his attention to the Lady of Lothlórien.
"I should and shall. With our presence she cannot remain hidden for long." Galadriel was correct, yet she knew not how correct.
The entire company retired for the night without further ado, affairs of state weighing heavy on their heart. Swords clashed in practice in the grove adjacent to the river… while Galadriel's dreams were tormented.
.-*-.
A.N.Lessee…for those of you who haven't read the books:*. READ!* But there are the 3 rings of elves (no duh): #1—Vilya. Belongs to Elrond. Its gold with a sapphire. Ring of Air and helped wash away the Dark Riders in Book One. #2—Nenya, which of course belongs to Galadriel. Its made of mithril with a diamond. The Ring of Water (hello! Mirror Galadriel peeps) #3—Narya. Narya is the Ring of Fire and was entrusted in Gandalf's care. It has a ruby. Simple enough, ne? Other notes: I lied. No witch until Chapter 21 or 22. I have it written down up to there, just not on the computer! So… please keep reading and reviewing and all that nice stuff. Gracias.
Disclaimer -.-
E-Mail messy@usa.com