author: jetty
title: The missing Girl
Chapter four: amaurea
Nendili awoke to a symphony of birds all around her. At first she thought she'd fallen asleep on her canvas again. But when she opened her eyes, she found herself in a large room under the convers of a very large bed. The intrecit detail of the woodwork told her that her adventure had not been a dream. She sat up slowly, taking in everything. This was the most naturally-litten room she'd ever been in. The walls themselves seemed to pour out light. She absentmindedly began twirling a strand of dark hair between her fingers. It was now glossy and so dark that blue shown through it. Her fingers then traveled up to her ear. The points still stood. She thought she would be ill.
"Ah, you have awoken hinya(my child)" a man in regal attire suddenly spoke, causing her to jump. But somehow, his deep Auburn eyes seemed to calm her to her very soul.
"Yes, though I fear I may not be awake at all..." she said, looking suprised at her own choice of words. Being in this room made her ache to be proper. Suddenly wishing she knew how to hold a salad fork.
"Have no fear in this place." he replied. "You are safe from any hazard in my home."
For some reason, Nendili found she could not grasp the words with which to reply. So she just smiled weakly.
He stood suddenly and walked to the door.
"My daughter Arwen should be up in a moment to help you dress. Odd attire you wore." he then added a brief apology for the comment of her clothes. Then he left. Nendili went back to admiring the room. She looked under the many linens to find herself dressed in only a simple pair of white tights and some sort of huge t-shirt. These were the most comfortable clothes she had ever worn she decided.
A few moments later the tall dark-haired elf walked in again.
"Remember me?" she asked softly walking over to her bedside and sitting upon it.
"Yes." Nendili replied, remembering their previous meeting. She then also remembered Legolas.
As if reading her mind, Arwen began laughing softly and looked up to the ceiling.
"Cundu has been making quite a fuss over you..." she said finally, looking her in the eye. "I think he is quite stricken with you... And am I correct in thinking that you return his feelings...?" Nendili went red up to the ver tips of her ears. She looked down at her lap and then started when another burst of laughter filled her ears.
"You are a strange one..." Arwen said studying the girl's face. Perhaps you have some human in your blood? Elves do not show emotions they do not wish to..." she looked deep into Nendilis eyes causing her to shiver.
"Come now, i've picked out the perfect robes for you..." she said lifting herself gracefully from the bed. "It matches your eyes... and would compliment your hair also..." she held up a dazzling set of light blue robes. Thin silver embroidery was done up the bottom and down the arms. It depicted several buterflies and what seemed to be waves and raindrops. Pearls, or something quite like them lined the cuffs of the sleeves which were about a foot in diameter. The sleeves and bodess were tighter than she would've liked, but she dealt with it. The long flowing bottom liked an inch of dragging the floor. She was also given a pair silver slippers. Arwen helped to pull her hair up into a complicated twist, interlaced with more pearls. When Nendili looked into the large mirror, she didn't recognize herself. As a matter of fact... She couldn't remember her name. She knew she hadn't always been Nendili. What was her name?
The thought of being nameless scared her to death. She looked back at Arwen with tears in her eyes. Arwen, sensing the problem slowly walked over to the girl and touched her shoulder.
"You're going to see Gandalf the Grey this evening... He'll help you." she said softly, wiping away a stray tear.
"I promise." she added pulling the girl into a hug.
"Is he an elf too?" Nendili asked suddenly.
"No..." Arwen replied looking at her at arms' length. "He's a wizard."
At this, Nendili collapsed to the floor in tears.
A wizard.
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WOOT! ahahahha! now wasn't that... er boring... hehehe.
translation:
chapt 1: Fragrant Water
chapt 2: Upwards-exalted
chapt 3: Elvenland
chapt 4: Dawn
Thanks to:
Lady Celeste
Iden's garden
Twittering Pig
and
Nightshade for R/R!
they are the reason i update :D PLEASE R/R!
ooohhhh btw... Arwen called Legolas "prince" in quenya when she said Cundu.
-jetty
title: The missing Girl
Chapter four: amaurea
Nendili awoke to a symphony of birds all around her. At first she thought she'd fallen asleep on her canvas again. But when she opened her eyes, she found herself in a large room under the convers of a very large bed. The intrecit detail of the woodwork told her that her adventure had not been a dream. She sat up slowly, taking in everything. This was the most naturally-litten room she'd ever been in. The walls themselves seemed to pour out light. She absentmindedly began twirling a strand of dark hair between her fingers. It was now glossy and so dark that blue shown through it. Her fingers then traveled up to her ear. The points still stood. She thought she would be ill.
"Ah, you have awoken hinya(my child)" a man in regal attire suddenly spoke, causing her to jump. But somehow, his deep Auburn eyes seemed to calm her to her very soul.
"Yes, though I fear I may not be awake at all..." she said, looking suprised at her own choice of words. Being in this room made her ache to be proper. Suddenly wishing she knew how to hold a salad fork.
"Have no fear in this place." he replied. "You are safe from any hazard in my home."
For some reason, Nendili found she could not grasp the words with which to reply. So she just smiled weakly.
He stood suddenly and walked to the door.
"My daughter Arwen should be up in a moment to help you dress. Odd attire you wore." he then added a brief apology for the comment of her clothes. Then he left. Nendili went back to admiring the room. She looked under the many linens to find herself dressed in only a simple pair of white tights and some sort of huge t-shirt. These were the most comfortable clothes she had ever worn she decided.
A few moments later the tall dark-haired elf walked in again.
"Remember me?" she asked softly walking over to her bedside and sitting upon it.
"Yes." Nendili replied, remembering their previous meeting. She then also remembered Legolas.
As if reading her mind, Arwen began laughing softly and looked up to the ceiling.
"Cundu has been making quite a fuss over you..." she said finally, looking her in the eye. "I think he is quite stricken with you... And am I correct in thinking that you return his feelings...?" Nendili went red up to the ver tips of her ears. She looked down at her lap and then started when another burst of laughter filled her ears.
"You are a strange one..." Arwen said studying the girl's face. Perhaps you have some human in your blood? Elves do not show emotions they do not wish to..." she looked deep into Nendilis eyes causing her to shiver.
"Come now, i've picked out the perfect robes for you..." she said lifting herself gracefully from the bed. "It matches your eyes... and would compliment your hair also..." she held up a dazzling set of light blue robes. Thin silver embroidery was done up the bottom and down the arms. It depicted several buterflies and what seemed to be waves and raindrops. Pearls, or something quite like them lined the cuffs of the sleeves which were about a foot in diameter. The sleeves and bodess were tighter than she would've liked, but she dealt with it. The long flowing bottom liked an inch of dragging the floor. She was also given a pair silver slippers. Arwen helped to pull her hair up into a complicated twist, interlaced with more pearls. When Nendili looked into the large mirror, she didn't recognize herself. As a matter of fact... She couldn't remember her name. She knew she hadn't always been Nendili. What was her name?
The thought of being nameless scared her to death. She looked back at Arwen with tears in her eyes. Arwen, sensing the problem slowly walked over to the girl and touched her shoulder.
"You're going to see Gandalf the Grey this evening... He'll help you." she said softly, wiping away a stray tear.
"I promise." she added pulling the girl into a hug.
"Is he an elf too?" Nendili asked suddenly.
"No..." Arwen replied looking at her at arms' length. "He's a wizard."
At this, Nendili collapsed to the floor in tears.
A wizard.
**********************************************************************************************
WOOT! ahahahha! now wasn't that... er boring... hehehe.
translation:
chapt 1: Fragrant Water
chapt 2: Upwards-exalted
chapt 3: Elvenland
chapt 4: Dawn
Thanks to:
Lady Celeste
Iden's garden
Twittering Pig
and
Nightshade for R/R!
they are the reason i update :D PLEASE R/R!
ooohhhh btw... Arwen called Legolas "prince" in quenya when she said Cundu.
-jetty