Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Twenty: Brothers of Beltane
Brotherhood is not brought on by the blood in which a family is binded. What should happen if the brotherhood becomes your family? Your hearty binds you to the forged members and if one hurts, then the entire family hurts. Some brothers become so close, no matter their differences, they can anticipate the others' actions and words. Such a friendship of love cannot be broken by the greatest evil, however, a brotherhood can be broken by one thing, and one thing alone. A woman.
"Mr. Greenleaf! Mr. Greenleaf!" George ran and tugged at the new ruler's sleeve anxiously. The elf looked down at him evenly, quite accustomed to George's random spurts of panic. "Miss Grian! She's dancing she is! Against Amaryllis! And they looks like they'se gonna KILL each other…"
"Excuse me," he said politely to Galadriel, who's face overcame with revelation. Ducking out the door into the chaos of light and music, he spotted the crowd watching two dancers—his two favorite elven women hunting to kill. "What's the contest?"
"They challenged each other—whoever must stop dancing first loses," Pippin told him at the front of the stage, eating an apple. Amazing how he never got fat from the rate at which he ate… "Very hard to decide which to cheer on, you know. Amaryllis gives me food, Grian's pretty and very kind, and Amaryllis snaps at me sometimes… Food vs. Beauty. A moral dilemma."
Legolas nodded and watched intently. Their shoes made clicks of noise he'd heard from Amaryllis many-a-time, but Grian just did not seem to have the…courage to do such a high-spirited thing. Up and down they bounced, feet flying above their head, and the musicians suddenly began to drop off like dying flies. The drummer was the last cease his playing, "Can't keep up," he muttered.
In a rush, Grian fell flat on her face, and Legolas reached to get her but she jumped up before he could reach her. "Winning by treachery is not a win but a loss!" she informed Amaryllis curly.
"You should know better than I."
"Which is why I should tell you and have license to tell you."
"Uh…oh," Pippin muttered.
The fires in the elf-maidens' eyes ignited, they suddenly burst into bon-fires. Launching at her Amaryllis hissed, "Come here." To Legolas' surprise as he jumped up on the platform to separate the two, Amaryllis drew her sword—the ornate designs he admired as a child, threatened to slay Grian, and the beauty of the metal turned into devilry.
On her own accord Grian grabbed a spectator's weapon, and defended herself… accordingly. As soon as Amaryllis was down, Grian dropped the sword and yelled, "Damn Lothlórien blades!"
"No one may touch a blade that is not loyal to Lothlórien," Haldir replied handing the sword back to its rightful owner.
"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…"
"I've got to get to the tavern stage," she whispered to no one. "I'm sorry…" Gesturing to the scene before her as she shuffled off. The crowd murmured their amazement, and Legolas undaunted helped Amaryllis up. Reassured she wasn't too badly shaken, took off after Grian careful not to leave his nanny in Haldir's hands—he didn't like Amaryllis much.
" 'Stric tha thu 'g radh nach fhaigh thu cadal
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Mucht' mat a tha thu a' tamh a's a bhaile
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
'Smor tha an iondriann a tha bhuat-sa
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Dhol leis a; ghaoith ghlan mar be dual dhut
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
'S e do chridhe a fhearr a dh'aithnicheas
Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
Cur an rathad mor fo d' chasan-sa
Ged nach dearbh do rathad solas na soars
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Gabh for a challtuinn, seunadh chaoruinn
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Cha bhi do shlighe crion gun storas
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Le meas a chiull is cno an eolais
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Mas e seo do righainn, cha b'idir fogairt
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Miad mor an t-saoghall fo do bhrogan
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Do sgriob ga do thoirt that bheanntan's chuantan
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
'S tu giulain do dhachaidh ri do ghualainn
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
'S e do chridhe a fhearr a dh'aithnicheas
Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
Cur an rathad mor fo d' chasan-sa…"
"That was beautiful," Legolas said holding out a chalice of water for her, which she took graciously, her cheeks turning pink. "What happened?"
"Ah… she tripped me."
"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…"
Legolas was perplexed. Amaryllis was usually such a good sport… never in his life did he believe he'd seen her as malicious as she had been since his father fell ill. Perhaps his father and Amaryllis had been closer than he imagined, though he highly doubted it. Thranduil had always been highly dejected from the family and eventually Mirkwood.
A cry rang from the crowd and he jerked around. Gimli? The dwarf did not push through the elves that came from far and wide, he stumbled through them. "Leg…las," he gulped, his mouth was bleeding profusely and he had the speech of a parched man from the desert. "She's so evil…evil! An-And she took my soul. She stole it when I wasn't looking."
Taking him under the arm, Legolas asked, "Who?"
"The Queen. The voice! She liked to taunt me… I got rid of her and that voice! She made me attack even though I fought her all the way, as hard as I could. I swear I did!"
"Slow down," Legolas sat him at a table and gestured to the server of the tavern, supplying the festival to come hither.
"I-I didn't mean to…"
"Its alright. She possessed my father too… I want you to meet…" he turned to open Grian to the conversation but she was far away by the musicians. Sighing he pointed, "that is Grian—the most beautiful elf I've ever laid eyes upon."
Gimli grinned from his tired state, "I am sorry." He glanced at Grian, folding his arms, "Don't trust the beautiful." A small elven child ran up to him, with a large as the mother cried out in fear, after all wasn't he the dwarven lord that had killed her husband? Putting the child in his lap, the small elf giggled. 'Don't like the looks of her. An ale please."
"I do swear on Mount Doom I love her."
"Love is blind."
"Pessimist. So tell me more about the Black Queen."
"Torturous she is. I need to apologize more… It wasn't me leading an attack! I could see Merry and Pip in the bushes but ne're did she let me stop. She controlled me body—scary feelin' that is! Is Galadriel here? I thought I heard she was…"
"Yes."
"I want you to know, Legolas," Gimli drank his ale making funny faces at the younger elf. "I myself would never attack your father's…"
"Its in my care."
"Your kingdom. Thranduil is dead then. I'm sorry."
"Quite alright, except for that fact I have to end all the wandering about. She sings!"
"I traveled- I kept watch for you
over the ocean so wide
Through seasons I held out for you
-searching that starboard bow.
Those sailors- never paid much heed to them
-never held much by their tales
And in the evening they might toss
You a look but you can't give a kiss
Without taking…
You sand me songs of sailors and sirens
And petrels flew over we're far from the land
When the winds came you held on like an albatross
-dashed we were whiplashed by the salty brine…
Like an anchor – you clung to my neck
Like an anchor – shelter from the storm
Like an anchor – holding so hard onto me
I cannot stay warm.
And I told you I would hold you
When my arms were still sore
But it's freezing and the beating
Of your winds and I just can't take any more
I watched the losing in your eyes
And I saw your tear-stained face
Like as ghost… like a promise…
Like an anchor…"
Gimli remained frozen, as did Gandalf staring at the stage. His eyes pierced Amaryllis seething behind Grian, as Legolas took note. His own eyes widened in revelation.
"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…"
"I learned this long ago as an infant," Grian told the people quietly as her voice usually was. "I And I think it would do good to explain what it means… 'It is told that when this woman was going to be buried, she was to be buried on the far side of Diadair Sound; that a tempest came upon the crew, so that they had to put the coffin overboard; that the coffin went right against the tide and the wind, and that it sank at the very side where her sweetheart had been drowned, whereupon peace and calm came upon the sea, and the men, who were in great danger of losing their lives, were saved…'
Gura mise tha fo eislean
Moch sa mhaduinn is mi g'eirigh
O hi shiubhlainn leat
Hi ri bho, ho rinn o ho
Ailein Duinn, o hi shiubhlainn leat
Ma 's'en cluasag dhuit a ghaineamh
Me 'se leabaidh dhut a gheamainn
Ma 's en t-iasg do choinlean geala
Ma 's na Righ do luchd-faire
O hi shiubhlainn leat
Hi ri bho, ho rinn o ho
Ailein Duinn, o hi shiubhlainn leat…"
Grian shuffled off the stage and the Black Queen broke into a run after her.
.-*-.
Translations First song Grian sings: Fear-Allabain "The Wanderer"
You often say you can't get sleep
Suffocating as you are in the city
Much you long for what you lack
To go with the cleansing wind as heredity dictates
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Your heart it is that knows best
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Set your feet on the highway
Though your road won't promise comfort or freedom
Take the hazel's wisdom, rowan's protection
Your journey won't be bare or lack provision
With the fruit of son and the nut of knowledge
If this is your choice it is no exile
The great expanse of the world under you shoes
Your Journey goes over mountain and oceans
And you carry your home on your shoulder.
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Your heart it is that knows best
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Set your feet on the highway.
A.N. Long chapter. Yes I know. But I thought you peeps might want to know who the Black Queen is. She will be revealed in next chapter! *applause from Lady Une* Btw… who do you think it is? There's two choices, ne? Anyways, R & R!
Disclaimer I don't own LotR. Lovely other people do. I don't own Fear-Allabain either. (Sheesh!) Capercaillie owns it, they're a Scottish band and you should really check out their stuff! ^.^ It was written by the following people: Donald Shaw, Norman MacLean, Aonghas MacHeacall. Ailein Duinn is a traditional Scottish Highland song, and I got the translation (though I've sang it for many years) from Capercaillie's CD leaflet. Yay! There we go. All finished!
E-Mail Got a beef? messy@usa.com
Corrections The last chapter SHOULD have been titled: "A Nighean Donn' S Toigh Leam Thu." Níl Sí I nGrá is a completely different song! Wow… six pages! ^.^
By Nezumi
Chapter Twenty: Brothers of Beltane
Brotherhood is not brought on by the blood in which a family is binded. What should happen if the brotherhood becomes your family? Your hearty binds you to the forged members and if one hurts, then the entire family hurts. Some brothers become so close, no matter their differences, they can anticipate the others' actions and words. Such a friendship of love cannot be broken by the greatest evil, however, a brotherhood can be broken by one thing, and one thing alone. A woman.
"Mr. Greenleaf! Mr. Greenleaf!" George ran and tugged at the new ruler's sleeve anxiously. The elf looked down at him evenly, quite accustomed to George's random spurts of panic. "Miss Grian! She's dancing she is! Against Amaryllis! And they looks like they'se gonna KILL each other…"
"Excuse me," he said politely to Galadriel, who's face overcame with revelation. Ducking out the door into the chaos of light and music, he spotted the crowd watching two dancers—his two favorite elven women hunting to kill. "What's the contest?"
"They challenged each other—whoever must stop dancing first loses," Pippin told him at the front of the stage, eating an apple. Amazing how he never got fat from the rate at which he ate… "Very hard to decide which to cheer on, you know. Amaryllis gives me food, Grian's pretty and very kind, and Amaryllis snaps at me sometimes… Food vs. Beauty. A moral dilemma."
Legolas nodded and watched intently. Their shoes made clicks of noise he'd heard from Amaryllis many-a-time, but Grian just did not seem to have the…courage to do such a high-spirited thing. Up and down they bounced, feet flying above their head, and the musicians suddenly began to drop off like dying flies. The drummer was the last cease his playing, "Can't keep up," he muttered.
In a rush, Grian fell flat on her face, and Legolas reached to get her but she jumped up before he could reach her. "Winning by treachery is not a win but a loss!" she informed Amaryllis curly.
"You should know better than I."
"Which is why I should tell you and have license to tell you."
"Uh…oh," Pippin muttered.
The fires in the elf-maidens' eyes ignited, they suddenly burst into bon-fires. Launching at her Amaryllis hissed, "Come here." To Legolas' surprise as he jumped up on the platform to separate the two, Amaryllis drew her sword—the ornate designs he admired as a child, threatened to slay Grian, and the beauty of the metal turned into devilry.
On her own accord Grian grabbed a spectator's weapon, and defended herself… accordingly. As soon as Amaryllis was down, Grian dropped the sword and yelled, "Damn Lothlórien blades!"
"No one may touch a blade that is not loyal to Lothlórien," Haldir replied handing the sword back to its rightful owner.
"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…"
"I've got to get to the tavern stage," she whispered to no one. "I'm sorry…" Gesturing to the scene before her as she shuffled off. The crowd murmured their amazement, and Legolas undaunted helped Amaryllis up. Reassured she wasn't too badly shaken, took off after Grian careful not to leave his nanny in Haldir's hands—he didn't like Amaryllis much.
" 'Stric tha thu 'g radh nach fhaigh thu cadal
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Mucht' mat a tha thu a' tamh a's a bhaile
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
'Smor tha an iondriann a tha bhuat-sa
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Dhol leis a; ghaoith ghlan mar be dual dhut
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
'S e do chridhe a fhearr a dh'aithnicheas
Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
Cur an rathad mor fo d' chasan-sa
Ged nach dearbh do rathad solas na soars
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Gabh for a challtuinn, seunadh chaoruinn
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Cha bhi do shlighe crion gun storas
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Le meas a chiull is cno an eolais
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Mas e seo do righainn, cha b'idir fogairt
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Miad mor an t-saoghall fo do bhrogan
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Do sgriob ga do thoirt that bheanntan's chuantan
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
'S tu giulain do dhachaidh ri do ghualainn
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
'S e do chridhe a fhearr a dh'aithnicheas
Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
Cur an rathad mor fo d' chasan-sa…"
"That was beautiful," Legolas said holding out a chalice of water for her, which she took graciously, her cheeks turning pink. "What happened?"
"Ah… she tripped me."
"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…"
Legolas was perplexed. Amaryllis was usually such a good sport… never in his life did he believe he'd seen her as malicious as she had been since his father fell ill. Perhaps his father and Amaryllis had been closer than he imagined, though he highly doubted it. Thranduil had always been highly dejected from the family and eventually Mirkwood.
A cry rang from the crowd and he jerked around. Gimli? The dwarf did not push through the elves that came from far and wide, he stumbled through them. "Leg…las," he gulped, his mouth was bleeding profusely and he had the speech of a parched man from the desert. "She's so evil…evil! An-And she took my soul. She stole it when I wasn't looking."
Taking him under the arm, Legolas asked, "Who?"
"The Queen. The voice! She liked to taunt me… I got rid of her and that voice! She made me attack even though I fought her all the way, as hard as I could. I swear I did!"
"Slow down," Legolas sat him at a table and gestured to the server of the tavern, supplying the festival to come hither.
"I-I didn't mean to…"
"Its alright. She possessed my father too… I want you to meet…" he turned to open Grian to the conversation but she was far away by the musicians. Sighing he pointed, "that is Grian—the most beautiful elf I've ever laid eyes upon."
Gimli grinned from his tired state, "I am sorry." He glanced at Grian, folding his arms, "Don't trust the beautiful." A small elven child ran up to him, with a large as the mother cried out in fear, after all wasn't he the dwarven lord that had killed her husband? Putting the child in his lap, the small elf giggled. 'Don't like the looks of her. An ale please."
"I do swear on Mount Doom I love her."
"Love is blind."
"Pessimist. So tell me more about the Black Queen."
"Torturous she is. I need to apologize more… It wasn't me leading an attack! I could see Merry and Pip in the bushes but ne're did she let me stop. She controlled me body—scary feelin' that is! Is Galadriel here? I thought I heard she was…"
"Yes."
"I want you to know, Legolas," Gimli drank his ale making funny faces at the younger elf. "I myself would never attack your father's…"
"Its in my care."
"Your kingdom. Thranduil is dead then. I'm sorry."
"Quite alright, except for that fact I have to end all the wandering about. She sings!"
"I traveled- I kept watch for you
over the ocean so wide
Through seasons I held out for you
-searching that starboard bow.
Those sailors- never paid much heed to them
-never held much by their tales
And in the evening they might toss
You a look but you can't give a kiss
Without taking…
You sand me songs of sailors and sirens
And petrels flew over we're far from the land
When the winds came you held on like an albatross
-dashed we were whiplashed by the salty brine…
Like an anchor – you clung to my neck
Like an anchor – shelter from the storm
Like an anchor – holding so hard onto me
I cannot stay warm.
And I told you I would hold you
When my arms were still sore
But it's freezing and the beating
Of your winds and I just can't take any more
I watched the losing in your eyes
And I saw your tear-stained face
Like as ghost… like a promise…
Like an anchor…"
Gimli remained frozen, as did Gandalf staring at the stage. His eyes pierced Amaryllis seething behind Grian, as Legolas took note. His own eyes widened in revelation.
"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…"
"I learned this long ago as an infant," Grian told the people quietly as her voice usually was. "I And I think it would do good to explain what it means… 'It is told that when this woman was going to be buried, she was to be buried on the far side of Diadair Sound; that a tempest came upon the crew, so that they had to put the coffin overboard; that the coffin went right against the tide and the wind, and that it sank at the very side where her sweetheart had been drowned, whereupon peace and calm came upon the sea, and the men, who were in great danger of losing their lives, were saved…'
Gura mise tha fo eislean
Moch sa mhaduinn is mi g'eirigh
O hi shiubhlainn leat
Hi ri bho, ho rinn o ho
Ailein Duinn, o hi shiubhlainn leat
Ma 's'en cluasag dhuit a ghaineamh
Me 'se leabaidh dhut a gheamainn
Ma 's en t-iasg do choinlean geala
Ma 's na Righ do luchd-faire
O hi shiubhlainn leat
Hi ri bho, ho rinn o ho
Ailein Duinn, o hi shiubhlainn leat…"
Grian shuffled off the stage and the Black Queen broke into a run after her.
.-*-.
Translations First song Grian sings: Fear-Allabain "The Wanderer"
You often say you can't get sleep
Suffocating as you are in the city
Much you long for what you lack
To go with the cleansing wind as heredity dictates
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Your heart it is that knows best
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Set your feet on the highway
Though your road won't promise comfort or freedom
Take the hazel's wisdom, rowan's protection
Your journey won't be bare or lack provision
With the fruit of son and the nut of knowledge
If this is your choice it is no exile
The great expanse of the world under you shoes
Your Journey goes over mountain and oceans
And you carry your home on your shoulder.
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Your heart it is that knows best
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Set your feet on the highway.
A.N. Long chapter. Yes I know. But I thought you peeps might want to know who the Black Queen is. She will be revealed in next chapter! *applause from Lady Une* Btw… who do you think it is? There's two choices, ne? Anyways, R & R!
Disclaimer I don't own LotR. Lovely other people do. I don't own Fear-Allabain either. (Sheesh!) Capercaillie owns it, they're a Scottish band and you should really check out their stuff! ^.^ It was written by the following people: Donald Shaw, Norman MacLean, Aonghas MacHeacall. Ailein Duinn is a traditional Scottish Highland song, and I got the translation (though I've sang it for many years) from Capercaillie's CD leaflet. Yay! There we go. All finished!
E-Mail Got a beef? messy@usa.com
Corrections The last chapter SHOULD have been titled: "A Nighean Donn' S Toigh Leam Thu." Níl Sí I nGrá is a completely different song! Wow… six pages! ^.^