author: Jetty
title: The Missing Girl
Chapter Ten: The Talents
AN: From now on i will probly be going by the movie because it's much easier than reading the book over and over... Sorry if that angers any of you lol... JETTY
"And now for the test of Lightning." Gandalf stated, as the group followed him into a small building. Gandalf and Feanaro stood in the doorway. Gandalf gestured for them to continue walking into the room. it was the darkest place Nendili had ever been. The floor was hard as rock but smooth like glass and their shoes made noise as they walked across it. Nendili, Calaquendi, and Helca continued walking until they heard the faint voice of Gandalf shout "Stop!" Moments past and nothing happend. Suddenly a great flash of light illuminated the room for a moment., From Nendili had seen this room was decorated much in a Victoria manner. Heavy red velvet drapes hung from the ceiling and ornate chairs and tables lined the walls. Another light flashed and another, and soon she was reminded of a strobe light.
"What is this? Nendili shouted, for the light made a loud noise when it flashed.
"Lightning!" Helca called back. Another flash occured and Calaquendi was blasted into the air. He hung for several seconds before the familiar light washed over him, causing the whole room to be illuminated, revealing it's refined decor. He landed gently on the ground, clothed in robes of cream and gray and black. He smiled gracefully at Nendili, as Gandalf proclaimed,
"Calaquendi, Talent of Lightning." Again, they went outside.
They walked down to the river, it's banks overflowing slightly from the heavy rains. As the rushing filled Nendili's ears she sighed. She had missed the sound of water.
"The Tests of Water and Ice..." Helca and Nendili looked at each other with determination and resignation as they crossed together walking atop the cool depths, the current not fazing them. It was like walking on a matress, it gave way only the slightest bit. They reached the middle of the river uneventfully. Nendili stopped walking and was about to talk when she felt something seize up inside of her stomach. Light was shining through her fingertips as the water swirled around her, lifting her up and twisting across her arms and stomach. She felt her own soul begin to stretch, it felt like the water went straight through her. There was a sound like doves crying and then fabric, more liquid than silk was wrapping around her. Before she could even register what was happening, she heard Helca gasp and looked over to see that she too was now clothed in a beautiful flowing gown. Her long white hair twisted up in an updo worthy of Hollywood princesses. In a flash, the water around Nendili became hard as marble. The two girls landed swiftly on the ice.
"Helca, Talent of Ice. And Nendili, talent of water."
The soft fabric was cool and pleasent against her skin. The dress was light blue and long sleeved. The bodice was embroidered with silver lillies, which Calaquendi seemed to take a very long note of. Her Onyx hair had been curled into tight ringlets that grazed her ears.
"N-Nendili, you look..." for once Calaquendi's never ending wit and charm were cut off. Nendili blushed and played with her seamless skirt.
"You too." Calaquendi grinned and linked her arm in his. The others were already walking away toward the Great Hall.
*Legolas will be angry,* Nendili thought, *when he sees me walking with Calaquendi. Perhaps I should not... Although I enjoy Calaquendi's company... I don not see in him what I see in Legolas.*
Lost in her own musings, Nendili failed to notice that the aforementioned elf was walking right toward her, a look of mixed feelings upon his face. Was he smiling or grimacing??? She looked up at Calaquendi to see that he too wore a frown, staring straight back at the approaching elf.
"Legolas!" she called, smiling and gently freeing her arm from Calaquendi. Legolas broke his staring contest with Calaquendi and looked at the girl in front of him.
"Where did you get this?" he asked, looking appreciatively at her dress. Unlike Calaquendi he only barely glimpsed the bodice before he had crossed the distance between them and held her face between his hands. "You look radial, light, more beautiful than ever!" Nendili went crimson. Calaquendi made a grunting noise behind her.
"I'm the talent of Water!" she grinned up at Legolas, feeling like a small child in her proffessor's gaze. The smile disappeared from his face. "Legolas? What's wrong?"
"Nothing of your mind Irima. I'm fine."
This was not very reassuring but Nendili decided not to press further. She found herself wanting to hear his laugh.
"EEreemaw?" she asked, "What's that?" Nendili got her wish. He laughed, though gently. It was like wind rustling leaves.
"Lovely, Irima, Lovely... We need to work on your Quenya."
"My what?"
"Quenya-One of the languages of the elves..."
"Well, i'm sure that between you and Cala-Where'd he go?" she asked looking around. The Talent had disappeared. "Oh well..."
A clock somewhere tolled 8 times.
"Is it as late as that?!?" Legolas gasped, taking her hand. "Surely after those hobbits Merry and Pippin are through we won't be able to get a bite to eat, even a crumb!" he smiled mischieviously and began running toward the Great Hall, Nendili in tow.
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End chapter 10 hehehe... aren't you glad?
title: The Missing Girl
Chapter Ten: The Talents
AN: From now on i will probly be going by the movie because it's much easier than reading the book over and over... Sorry if that angers any of you lol... JETTY
"And now for the test of Lightning." Gandalf stated, as the group followed him into a small building. Gandalf and Feanaro stood in the doorway. Gandalf gestured for them to continue walking into the room. it was the darkest place Nendili had ever been. The floor was hard as rock but smooth like glass and their shoes made noise as they walked across it. Nendili, Calaquendi, and Helca continued walking until they heard the faint voice of Gandalf shout "Stop!" Moments past and nothing happend. Suddenly a great flash of light illuminated the room for a moment., From Nendili had seen this room was decorated much in a Victoria manner. Heavy red velvet drapes hung from the ceiling and ornate chairs and tables lined the walls. Another light flashed and another, and soon she was reminded of a strobe light.
"What is this? Nendili shouted, for the light made a loud noise when it flashed.
"Lightning!" Helca called back. Another flash occured and Calaquendi was blasted into the air. He hung for several seconds before the familiar light washed over him, causing the whole room to be illuminated, revealing it's refined decor. He landed gently on the ground, clothed in robes of cream and gray and black. He smiled gracefully at Nendili, as Gandalf proclaimed,
"Calaquendi, Talent of Lightning." Again, they went outside.
They walked down to the river, it's banks overflowing slightly from the heavy rains. As the rushing filled Nendili's ears she sighed. She had missed the sound of water.
"The Tests of Water and Ice..." Helca and Nendili looked at each other with determination and resignation as they crossed together walking atop the cool depths, the current not fazing them. It was like walking on a matress, it gave way only the slightest bit. They reached the middle of the river uneventfully. Nendili stopped walking and was about to talk when she felt something seize up inside of her stomach. Light was shining through her fingertips as the water swirled around her, lifting her up and twisting across her arms and stomach. She felt her own soul begin to stretch, it felt like the water went straight through her. There was a sound like doves crying and then fabric, more liquid than silk was wrapping around her. Before she could even register what was happening, she heard Helca gasp and looked over to see that she too was now clothed in a beautiful flowing gown. Her long white hair twisted up in an updo worthy of Hollywood princesses. In a flash, the water around Nendili became hard as marble. The two girls landed swiftly on the ice.
"Helca, Talent of Ice. And Nendili, talent of water."
The soft fabric was cool and pleasent against her skin. The dress was light blue and long sleeved. The bodice was embroidered with silver lillies, which Calaquendi seemed to take a very long note of. Her Onyx hair had been curled into tight ringlets that grazed her ears.
"N-Nendili, you look..." for once Calaquendi's never ending wit and charm were cut off. Nendili blushed and played with her seamless skirt.
"You too." Calaquendi grinned and linked her arm in his. The others were already walking away toward the Great Hall.
*Legolas will be angry,* Nendili thought, *when he sees me walking with Calaquendi. Perhaps I should not... Although I enjoy Calaquendi's company... I don not see in him what I see in Legolas.*
Lost in her own musings, Nendili failed to notice that the aforementioned elf was walking right toward her, a look of mixed feelings upon his face. Was he smiling or grimacing??? She looked up at Calaquendi to see that he too wore a frown, staring straight back at the approaching elf.
"Legolas!" she called, smiling and gently freeing her arm from Calaquendi. Legolas broke his staring contest with Calaquendi and looked at the girl in front of him.
"Where did you get this?" he asked, looking appreciatively at her dress. Unlike Calaquendi he only barely glimpsed the bodice before he had crossed the distance between them and held her face between his hands. "You look radial, light, more beautiful than ever!" Nendili went crimson. Calaquendi made a grunting noise behind her.
"I'm the talent of Water!" she grinned up at Legolas, feeling like a small child in her proffessor's gaze. The smile disappeared from his face. "Legolas? What's wrong?"
"Nothing of your mind Irima. I'm fine."
This was not very reassuring but Nendili decided not to press further. She found herself wanting to hear his laugh.
"EEreemaw?" she asked, "What's that?" Nendili got her wish. He laughed, though gently. It was like wind rustling leaves.
"Lovely, Irima, Lovely... We need to work on your Quenya."
"My what?"
"Quenya-One of the languages of the elves..."
"Well, i'm sure that between you and Cala-Where'd he go?" she asked looking around. The Talent had disappeared. "Oh well..."
A clock somewhere tolled 8 times.
"Is it as late as that?!?" Legolas gasped, taking her hand. "Surely after those hobbits Merry and Pippin are through we won't be able to get a bite to eat, even a crumb!" he smiled mischieviously and began running toward the Great Hall, Nendili in tow.
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End chapter 10 hehehe... aren't you glad?