Sorry my faithful, and only, (sigh) reviewers, my "gianormus" paragraph
were my computer's fault. HONEST! Anywho to reply to the reviews:
Winterfox-yeah, sorry about that. It was the computer's fault.
Erika Palad- thanks for the info! I am not as informed as Iwant to be on
elves so give me help! I guess my females whose names end in -a are manly
women. What am i going to do? She-elf thing, i like it, so i use it. It
sounds cool.
I don't know if the bath part makes sense...if it doesn't, it does now, so
you conservatives will have to deal! (Hehehe, sorry no offense meant.)
Thank you my lovely reviewers. Tell everybody about me! Please? Thanks.
See you on the flipside-ta.
-Guru.
It must have been near noon, for my stomach had begun growling, telling me I needed a meal. I had escaped to the practice courts to work on my fencing. I was by far better than all the other female elves, but when they discovered my superior abilities, they promptly left claiming that fencing was far (t!! (Wow, I am a loser)) masculine for them to take part in and left. Amused and glad to have the practice courts to myself, I began an intricate pattern of arcs and crescent created to disarm most un-mounted opponents. My sword was a blur of silver, radiating power and a sense of ferocity that frightened and enthralled me. I loved my sword; the feeling of wielding a potential source of death in my hand left me utterly amazed at the strength and danger of a piece of steel. I finished my pattern with a final and fatal thrust, which, if I had had an enemy, would disarm them, leaving me a chance to kill them with a flick of my wrist. Fea'Hin had come to the stables to take her mare Anar-Tinu for a run. The stables being right next to the practice courts, left me in clear view of Fea. She had seen the end of my complicated dance. Once she had recovered from the shock of seeing such a beautiful display of swordsmanship, I saw the usual glimmer of mischief enter her eye. "If mum caught you, you'd be dead," she said. Mimicking our mother's voice she continued, "'The job of a young lady is to learn the skills that will find her a good man.'" I had to admit, I was pretty impressed with her imitation. She always had been the one who knew all of the arts of trickery and jokes. "You won't tell, will you?" I beseeched her worriedly. She pulled a face of shock. "Me?! Betray my younger sister for simply enjoying herself? I assure you, I saw nothing." Grinning and giving me a wink, she promptly turned around with her horse and left. I heaved a great sigh. Thank the Valor it had been Fea who caught me, not Mela, who would most likely be too caught up in her current romance to notice, but would be slightly appalled anyway. She would run off to mother, insisting that she was doing me a favor in telling mother of my manly interest. Mela is really only pleasant when she is involved with a man, but even then she can be a condescending elf. Feeling somewhat tired, I gave up fencing for the day. I left the courts after cleaning my sword. I headed in the direction of my room, taking a back passage and tiptoeing passed my father's study. Breathing a sigh of relief, I closed my door behind me and locked it. It would not do for mother or father find me with my sword after such careful maneuvering and planning. I sheathed my sword in it's plain leather covering and placed it safely under my bed. Standing up and stretching, I winced, feeling my morning of work. Tiredly, I rang a bell for a servant. When she arrived, I asked her to fill up my tub. I undressed stiffly, trying not to bump my black and blue bruises. The maid left soon after she finished filling my bath. I thanked her loudly as the door closed. I walked over to the now steaming tub. Feeling each muscle relax as it was submersed into the boiling water, I let my mind drift. Soon I was asleep. And there I stayed until A sharp rap on my door pulled me into reality. "Who is it?" I asked sleepily. "Laiewyn? Laiewyn come unlock this door!" Elin'Hin demanded. My bones creaking, I pulled myself from my tub and grabbed a cloth to dry myself with. My wet hair dripped onto the floor as I pulled on my loose cotton gown. "Yes?" I requested. I was slightly grumpy upon having to leave my bath. "Mother wants to speak with you, it's urgent." I would have made a rude remark if not for the terrified look in Elin'Hin's eyes. "What-" I began, but Elin'Hin simply shoved a silk gown at me instantly shushing me.
The gown of my favorite cream with a light green border rustled as I sped along the hall. My light green slippers slapped the stone quietly. I barley noticed for my mind was filled with possible catastrophes that could have occurred. Had they seen me fencing? Did they know of my constant visit's to Cenelae's home in the lower area of the refuge? Afraid for myself, I quietly knocked on my mother's door. She admitted me without a word, which was odd for she was always bursting with questions and answers about almost everything. Her deep green eyes looked troubled and fearful. "Mother...what is it?" Seeing my mother so frightened scared me more than having her find out about Osaten'i'ai. "Please, daughter, sit down," I gently took her arm and sat down on her bed that she shared with my father. "My beautiful daughter, my most lovely child. You alone know the burden." When she stopped, breathing heavily, I touched her hand, almost afraid to touch my own mother. "I am dying my child. Rooo-vanim. Rooo-kuin. Firi ar'amin firi (Stay beautiful. Stay alive. Die/fade and I die/fade). Do you understand daughter?" My mother forced me to look at her, for my eyes had left her face to look beyond her. My mother, dying? And what did I have to do with this? When I looked into her eyes, I did not see my mother. I saw a superior being, as if my mother was possessed by someone else, a valor perhaps. "You must not let them keep you. They will torture you. They will try to kill you! Do not let them. Never give up!" With this final statement my mother collapsed onto her bed. Perplexed and frightened at this sudden change in my mother, I found that I had been holding my breath and took a large gulp of air. Upon doing so, I felt my head clear slightly. What had just happened? Although I remembered every word my mother had just relayed to me, I continued to stare at her pale still face. Remembering her faint, I checked her pulse, seeing if she was alright. It was a little slower than usual, but beating steadily. I laid her gently on the bed, straightening her body and covering her thin body. "What do you want of me mother?" I asked finding my voice chocked. I felt my face, tracing my tears until they splashed on my cream gown. I rang for a healer to check on my mother hourly and make sure that when she awoke, she would be given all that she needs. "Yes miss," the healer said when I told him his task. "Are you alright milady? You look rather shaken," the concerned healer stared at me. "I-I am fine. Thank you. Alert my father please." Hoping to have some alone time to think, I headed towards the woods surrounding Rivendell. I sat gracefully underneath a willow near a small stream. I allowed the sound of rushing water sooth my tumult heart. Thinking of what my mother said made me less aware. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck go up. It was then that I felt strong arms grabbing me and binding my mouth preventing any cry for help.
Hey hey hey! A cliffy! Don't be angry with me. I had to do it sometime and better sooner than later I always say *No you don't!!* what the 'ell? eh? whatever. Thanks for reading! -Guru
It must have been near noon, for my stomach had begun growling, telling me I needed a meal. I had escaped to the practice courts to work on my fencing. I was by far better than all the other female elves, but when they discovered my superior abilities, they promptly left claiming that fencing was far (t!! (Wow, I am a loser)) masculine for them to take part in and left. Amused and glad to have the practice courts to myself, I began an intricate pattern of arcs and crescent created to disarm most un-mounted opponents. My sword was a blur of silver, radiating power and a sense of ferocity that frightened and enthralled me. I loved my sword; the feeling of wielding a potential source of death in my hand left me utterly amazed at the strength and danger of a piece of steel. I finished my pattern with a final and fatal thrust, which, if I had had an enemy, would disarm them, leaving me a chance to kill them with a flick of my wrist. Fea'Hin had come to the stables to take her mare Anar-Tinu for a run. The stables being right next to the practice courts, left me in clear view of Fea. She had seen the end of my complicated dance. Once she had recovered from the shock of seeing such a beautiful display of swordsmanship, I saw the usual glimmer of mischief enter her eye. "If mum caught you, you'd be dead," she said. Mimicking our mother's voice she continued, "'The job of a young lady is to learn the skills that will find her a good man.'" I had to admit, I was pretty impressed with her imitation. She always had been the one who knew all of the arts of trickery and jokes. "You won't tell, will you?" I beseeched her worriedly. She pulled a face of shock. "Me?! Betray my younger sister for simply enjoying herself? I assure you, I saw nothing." Grinning and giving me a wink, she promptly turned around with her horse and left. I heaved a great sigh. Thank the Valor it had been Fea who caught me, not Mela, who would most likely be too caught up in her current romance to notice, but would be slightly appalled anyway. She would run off to mother, insisting that she was doing me a favor in telling mother of my manly interest. Mela is really only pleasant when she is involved with a man, but even then she can be a condescending elf. Feeling somewhat tired, I gave up fencing for the day. I left the courts after cleaning my sword. I headed in the direction of my room, taking a back passage and tiptoeing passed my father's study. Breathing a sigh of relief, I closed my door behind me and locked it. It would not do for mother or father find me with my sword after such careful maneuvering and planning. I sheathed my sword in it's plain leather covering and placed it safely under my bed. Standing up and stretching, I winced, feeling my morning of work. Tiredly, I rang a bell for a servant. When she arrived, I asked her to fill up my tub. I undressed stiffly, trying not to bump my black and blue bruises. The maid left soon after she finished filling my bath. I thanked her loudly as the door closed. I walked over to the now steaming tub. Feeling each muscle relax as it was submersed into the boiling water, I let my mind drift. Soon I was asleep. And there I stayed until A sharp rap on my door pulled me into reality. "Who is it?" I asked sleepily. "Laiewyn? Laiewyn come unlock this door!" Elin'Hin demanded. My bones creaking, I pulled myself from my tub and grabbed a cloth to dry myself with. My wet hair dripped onto the floor as I pulled on my loose cotton gown. "Yes?" I requested. I was slightly grumpy upon having to leave my bath. "Mother wants to speak with you, it's urgent." I would have made a rude remark if not for the terrified look in Elin'Hin's eyes. "What-" I began, but Elin'Hin simply shoved a silk gown at me instantly shushing me.
The gown of my favorite cream with a light green border rustled as I sped along the hall. My light green slippers slapped the stone quietly. I barley noticed for my mind was filled with possible catastrophes that could have occurred. Had they seen me fencing? Did they know of my constant visit's to Cenelae's home in the lower area of the refuge? Afraid for myself, I quietly knocked on my mother's door. She admitted me without a word, which was odd for she was always bursting with questions and answers about almost everything. Her deep green eyes looked troubled and fearful. "Mother...what is it?" Seeing my mother so frightened scared me more than having her find out about Osaten'i'ai. "Please, daughter, sit down," I gently took her arm and sat down on her bed that she shared with my father. "My beautiful daughter, my most lovely child. You alone know the burden." When she stopped, breathing heavily, I touched her hand, almost afraid to touch my own mother. "I am dying my child. Rooo-vanim. Rooo-kuin. Firi ar'amin firi (Stay beautiful. Stay alive. Die/fade and I die/fade). Do you understand daughter?" My mother forced me to look at her, for my eyes had left her face to look beyond her. My mother, dying? And what did I have to do with this? When I looked into her eyes, I did not see my mother. I saw a superior being, as if my mother was possessed by someone else, a valor perhaps. "You must not let them keep you. They will torture you. They will try to kill you! Do not let them. Never give up!" With this final statement my mother collapsed onto her bed. Perplexed and frightened at this sudden change in my mother, I found that I had been holding my breath and took a large gulp of air. Upon doing so, I felt my head clear slightly. What had just happened? Although I remembered every word my mother had just relayed to me, I continued to stare at her pale still face. Remembering her faint, I checked her pulse, seeing if she was alright. It was a little slower than usual, but beating steadily. I laid her gently on the bed, straightening her body and covering her thin body. "What do you want of me mother?" I asked finding my voice chocked. I felt my face, tracing my tears until they splashed on my cream gown. I rang for a healer to check on my mother hourly and make sure that when she awoke, she would be given all that she needs. "Yes miss," the healer said when I told him his task. "Are you alright milady? You look rather shaken," the concerned healer stared at me. "I-I am fine. Thank you. Alert my father please." Hoping to have some alone time to think, I headed towards the woods surrounding Rivendell. I sat gracefully underneath a willow near a small stream. I allowed the sound of rushing water sooth my tumult heart. Thinking of what my mother said made me less aware. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck go up. It was then that I felt strong arms grabbing me and binding my mouth preventing any cry for help.
Hey hey hey! A cliffy! Don't be angry with me. I had to do it sometime and better sooner than later I always say *No you don't!!* what the 'ell? eh? whatever. Thanks for reading! -Guru