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Legolas walked briskly through the palace halls, his light feet barely making a sound. The morning sun shone on his flaxen hair as it flapped behind him from walking so quickly. Legolas was angry, confused, and sort of hurt. Nurruthien hadn't shown to breakfast, which caused Haeedhelion great sorrow. Sensing his friend's distress, Thranduil decided to send Haeedhelion on a mission to Rivendell. Legolas had sent word to Nurruthien that her father was leaving and she should come see him off. However, she did not appear there either and Legolas felt awful as he watched Haeedhelion ride his horse away sulkily. That was the last straw, Legolas knew that both of them were hurting but Nurruthien didn't have to spite her father the way she did. Just as Legolas was going to turn the corner to get to Nurruthien's chambers, he ran into two figures.
"Where are you going, Legolas?" Dimmacilion questioned. Dimmacilion is the son of a warrior on Thranduil's court and best friends with Legolas. Another elven youth, Morbrethelion, was there. Legolas and Dimmacilion had been training together since their youngest years. Then, a few years ago, Thranduil took in an orphaned elf and began training him as well. Morbrethelion was that orphaned elf. Dimmacilion readily accepted Morbrethelion to make him feel more at home but Legolas never really became too close with him.
"I'm going to speak to Nurruthien. Now let me by."
"Why are you going to talk to her? She's a spiteful witch." Morbrethelion muttered to Legolas. Legolas' eyes flashed with anger as he looked at Morbrethelion. Morbrethelion had dark brown hair and deep green eyes, which is very unlikely for a Mirkwood elf, and stood an inch or two smaller than Legolas. Legolas was about ready to pounce on him, but Dimmacilion's voice distracted him.
"Don't say that Morbret...but I agree Legolas...why are you going to see her?"
Legolas looked at his friend and his anger faded away. Dimmacilion had blue-gray eyes and blonde hair, which made him and Legolas almost identical. Even though Dimmacilion was training to be a warrior he had a soft heart and a wise mind. Partly the reason Legolas became so close to him was because of how alike they are, but Legolas has an easier time hiding his soft heart than Dimmacilion does. However, when it came to Nurruthien, Legolas found he had a hard time hiding his feelings for his newfound friend.
"I need to speak to her. I found her in the woods yesterday. Nurruthien was simply heartbroken...I felt so terrible for her. I comforted her as best I could and offered to escort her through the woods to see a friend. But Haeedhelion forbade it and she ran out of the room in anger and tears. I need to see her." Just as Legolas was going to step around Dimmacilion, Morbrethelion blocked him off.
"You're getting soft, Legolas. Could it be that you care for her?" Morbrethelion had a smirk on his face.
Legolas once again lost control of his bad temper and glared at Morbrethelion. He was about to knock him down when he felt Dimmacilion's hand on his shoulder.
"I understand Legolas. We hope to see you at the archery targets this afternoon." Dimmacilion gave Legolas a stern look that practically said 'I'll speak to you in private some other time.' Legolas nodded his head and before he left, gave Morbrethelion another glare.
Morbrethelion watched in scorn as Legolas walked up to the large Mahogany door the color of old sherry and knock on it. He shook his head to remind himself that he did not hate the prince...but someone else instead...
Legolas knocked on the door three times without any answer. He stood waiting outside Nurruthien's door wondering if she was even there. Just then, Nurruthien's lady-in-waiting came around the corner. She bowed her head and smiled at him.
"Hello Maltadolwen, has Nurruthien gone out today?"
Maltadolwen stopped and shook her head. "Nay, my lord. Nurruthien has been in her chambers all day and won't budge or speak! The only time she moved was to get bathed and dressed. Never once did she utter a word."
Legolas frowned. "Thank you Maltadolwen." He turned back towards Nurruthien's door as Maltadolwen continued down the corridor. Legolas thought for a moment and decided to throw all the manners and customs he learned right out the window. Especially the one about how you're not supposed to go into a lady's room without her letting you in.
Legolas turned the golden doorknob and pushed her door in. He gazed into the room and saw Nurruthien sitting on a chair on her balcony. She didn't move an inch since she presumed Maltadolwen to be coming into the room. Legolas stood there and took in all that was Nurruthien. Her light, almost white, hair ran all the way down her back and shone in the morning sunshine. Nurruthien wore a very light blue dress, which flowed all around her as if it were water. Legolas stood there for so long just staring at her that he didn't really notice she had turned around.
Nurruthien looked shocked to see him in her room but didn't seem angry. She just turned back around and gazed at the palace grounds. Legolas shook his head and walked up to her. Nurruthien still paid no attention to him.
"Hello Nurruthien...how are you this morning?" Legolas asked, hoping for her to face him so he could gaze into her eyes. But she did not move and didn't seem to mind him being there. Legolas became frustrated and moved in front of her. Nurruthien put her head down, and since her hair wasn't tied back at all, it flowed in front of her face and covered it. Legolas kneeled down and stared at her for a few moments. Nurruthien held a white handkerchief in her hands that looked as though it had been drenched in tears. Slowly, Legolas moved his hands towards Nurruthien's face. He placed his hands on her warm cheeks and relished in her soft skin. Then, ever so slightly, Legolas moved her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ears.
"That's better...now I can see your lovely face." Nurruthien looked up at him and Legolas almost fell over at the sadness and tears in her eyes.
"Will you not speak to me, mellon?" Nurruthien just stared at him blankly. Legolas became a little more frustrated as Nurruthien put her head down. Legolas decided he had to do something because he wouldn't be able to deal with her not speaking to him as well. Legolas smiled as a wild idea came to his mind. Legolas moved his hands a little lower on Nurruthien's face and began to pull her closer to him. Nurruthien looked up in wonderment just as Legolas placed his lips on hers. Nurruthien was shocked, but couldn't help but relish in his lips. Legolas' lips were incredibly soft and voluptuous and they tasted like the sweetest wine!
Legolas didn't mind her lips either, for they were just as soft and sweet. Legolas opened his eyes and reluctantly broke the kiss. He held Nurruthien's face in his hands and laughed slightly at the way she looked. Her lips were still puckered as if she was still kissing him and her eyes were still closed.
"Nurruthien..." Legolas said softly, for he didn't want to disturb her entirely. Nurruthien looked so heavenly just sitting there in his hands. Nurruthien opened her eyes and blinked a few times before they became wide in shock.
"L-Legolas!" She stuttered in a loud whisper. Legolas couldn't help but laugh out loud at her.
"I had to get you to talk to me somehow." He smiled at her and Nurruthien immediately blushed.
"Well...I guess you win...as usual." She slightly smiled at him.
"Of course," Legolas grinned, "You've been sitting up here all day. I've been worried about you. Your father left for Rivendell you know..."
Nurruthien looked down at her hands while twisting the handkerchief.
"Yes, I know." She said quietly. Just as Legolas was about to press further, a knock came to Nurruthien's door. Both Legolas and Nurruthien turned to see who was approaching them.
"Please excuse me, but the king requests Nurruthien's presence in his den. And I do believe he's looking for you as well, prince." Maltadolwen smiled at Legolas for she had known him many years.
"Thank you Maltadolwen, we will go right away." Legolas said and nodded his head to relieve Maltadolwen. Maltadolwen bowed slightly and walked out of the room. Legolas turned back to Nurruthien who was staring blankly at the horizon.
"Let us go Nurruthien." Legolas placed his hand on hers causing her to look down at their hands entwined.
"Why does your father wish to see me?" Nurruthien looked into Legolas' eyes now. Searching them, as if to find the answer in the deep blue ocean that were his eyes.
"I do not know...let us go to find out." Legolas stood up and pulled Nurruthien up with him as well. She swept her hair behind her shoulders and began to fuss with her dress.
"Come now, Nurruthien. You know my father doesn't care how you look given the circumstances." Legolas smiled softly at the distraught Nurruthien. "Besides, you are beautiful always." At that Nurruthien smiled as well and hooked her arm in his as they began their walk to Thranduil's den.
When they got there, they found Thranduil sitting at his large table reading over some documents. He stirred as he heard them approach.
"You requested our presence, atar." Legolas bowed slightly in respect for his father.
"Yes, yes...come here amin hini..." Thranduil ushered them both to a dark red velvet sofa. Nurruthien sat slowly, not sure what to make of this meeting. Legolas simply watched as his father slowly paced in front of the great fireplace. Legolas' eyes softened as he focused on the fireplace more...remembering days when he would sit by the fire at his mother's skirts and listen to her sing. His father's voice quickly cut short the memory.
"Nurruthien, I have heard of an elven maiden dying during birth in one of the villages. Is this the mother of your friend and the reason why you were so distressed yesterday?" The pain was still so near to her heart that all she could do was nod her head as Thranduil's blue eyes beamed on her.
Thranduil thought for a long while before he spoke again. "And...her daughter is the friend for whom you've been sneaking away from the palace for all these years?"
Feeling that this situation deserved more than just a nod, Nurruthien forced herself to speak up. Her voice cracked and faltered at first but she managed to say what she wished. "She is very dear to my heart...we've been friends for a very long time. It was a chance meeting that began our friendship. Please, Thranduil...she's practically my sister."
Thranduil looked into Nurruthien's pleading eyes that were on the verge of tears and then at his son. Legolas stared right back at his father as if to say 'Help her'. Thranduil took in a deep breath and stared at Nurruthien. Legolas could tell his father was deep in thought over something that plagued his mind. Thranduil slowly walked up to Nurruthien and kneeled in front of her. Legolas opened his eyes in shock at the compassion his father was showing Nurruthien. Thranduil is a strong elf warrior and doesn't easily show his soft side, as Legolas had learned to do himself. Thranduil placed a comforting hand on Nurruthien's hands.
"Nurruthien, I will take you to the funeral. However, I cannot allow you to disobey or hurt your father anymore. You must agree to this, or else I will not take you."
Nurruthien blinked at the king of Mirkwood who was on bended knee in front of her. Nurruthien didn't know what to say or do...so she simply collapsed into Thranduil's arms and hugged him for all he was worth. Thranduil smiled and hugged her back. He long had wished for a daughter after Legolas was born. However, his wife's death crushed that dream. Nurruthien was the closest thing he had to a daughter.
"Very well...we leave at noon. So go to your chambers and ready yourself." Thranduil stood as he brought her to her feet as well. Nurruthien whispered a quiet thanks and hurriedly left the room. Legolas stood and smiled at his father.
"Thank you, atar. I admire how you've made things better. Do you think Haeedhelion will loosen his grip on her?"
Thranduil sighed and sat on his chair at the table. "I do not know. I will speak to him more...I do not wish either of them to suffer any longer."
Legolas nodded his head to show that he understood. "Am I to go as well, atar?"
Thranduil looked up at his son. At first glance, anyone would say that Legolas looked exactly like his father. Not many knew that Legolas had the bright blue eyes full of emotion that his mother had. Not the darker, grayer blue eyes Thranduil had.
"Nay, my son. You will stay here for you will be the only royal member of the family in the house. Therefore, you are in charge."
Legolas looked at his father shocked and went to say something before Thranduil interrupted him, laughing.
"Do not worry, Legolas. I will not be gone for long and there is not much for you to do. Only if there should be an emergency of some sort."
Legolas bowed his head, "As you wish, atar. Namaarie." And with that, Legolas left his father's den and headed for the archery fields to clear his mind.
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Adulomeiel sniffed as she stared at her reflection in her mother's mirror.
She sat before it on the same chair her mother would sit on every morning to ready herself.
But no more would she do this.
Adulomeiel wiped at the tears that tried to fall.
She had woven various flowers into her long dark hair, and wore her best summer dress. Today was the day of her mother's funeral.
Elven funerals were not one of complete sorrow. There would be a respectful silence for the one's who lost the deceased, and then a word from the King. Then loved one's were allowed to state their love and compassion for the one that died, or for the family.
Thus ending with words from the ones who lost. Adulomeiel was not sure if she could do this.
She knew her father struggled with it as well, for speaking the end words would bring to realization that Rinwingiel was indeed dead.
Adulomeiel had not seen much of her father throughout the day, and knew he was suffering to look upon her.
She sighed as she glanced down in search of something to place around her neck. Twas a custom to wear something of her mothers to her funeral and then bury it to rest with her along with something of Adulomeiel's and her fathers, signifying that all three of them would be bound together forever. But Adulomeiel could not decide on what to wear.
She reached over and picked up the silver chain that was her mother's favorite necklace.
It bore a shining silver star that illuminated in even the faintest light. It seemed to draw in all light around it, even the smallest glow of candlelight.
It was delicate, and beautiful beyond comprehension, but Adulomeiel placed it back down on the dresser.
To wear it to the funeral and place it to rest with her mother would bring great sorrow to her father. He had given it to Rinwingiel the night he asked her to wed him, and Rinwingiel hadn't taken it off since.
She had told Adulomeiel she wanted her to have it and wear it whence she had gone, but Adulomeiel hadn't thought it would have been so soon.
Too soon.
Adulomeiel finally decided on a ring her mother hardly wore, and then she picked for herself, a bracelet that was dear to her.
She stood after checking her reflection one last time and telling herself that she wasn't going to get her face to look any better...she had cried too much for that.
She walked over to the bed and picked up a pair of tiny wool socks.
Her baby brother was to be buried along with her mother, and Adulomeiel had decided on these to be buried with them.
Adulomeiel felt the tears come again when she remembered sitting and talking to her mother as she watched her weave them.
Rinwingiel had taken extra careful time in making all her children's baby clothes, but Adulomeiel noticed she had taken even careful time in making these. What the reason was, she did not know.
Her and her father had named the babe Nevlonnion...for he was indeed a lost gift.
Adulomeiel was jerked from her memories when the door opened.
She quickly wiped her tears away when she saw her father standing there.
She stood and managed a weak smile.
Firaglarion smiled back at his daughter.
"You look beautiful pen-neth." He said quietly. He had obviously been grieving, and Adulomeiel felt sorrow at the sight of it.
"Thank you atar."
"Tis time to go now." Adulomeiel nodded and walked towards her father.
She latched arms with his.
They arrived to the place where her mother's box laid. It was beautiful. Painted in many different colors with designs of many flowers.
She was being buried not far from their flet, as was a custom of the village Elves.
Adulomeiel let out a shaky sigh when she saw it.
She felt her father squeeze her arm. She looked up at him and he smiled down at her.
Adulomeiel returned it the best she could, and then returned her gaze to the casket.
Elves had already started arriving, but the king had not.
At this time, Adulomeiel wished with all her heart that Nurruthien were there. Her heart grieved to see her again, to be comforted by her, and to comfort her.
Firaglarion seemed to know what his daughter felt distressed over, for he reached down and lifted her chin to meet his gaze.
"Nurruthien is with us, always at heart."
Adulomeiel let a tear escape.
"It's just not fair atar! You would never be so cruel as to keep me from Nurru! Why must her father be?" Adulomeiel set her gaze to the ground when she felt the anger heat her face.
She heard her father sigh. "Adulomeiel..."
She looked back up at her father.
"Tis true I would never keep you from little Nurru, for I could not. She is in your heart my dearest Adulomeiel, and when someone dwells in your heart, forever there they will dwell...even if we cannot see them."
Adulomeiel felt a small smile grace her lips...the first one that had not been forced upon them for a while.
"Do you speak of Nurru atar? Or atara?"
Firaglarion smiled despite the sorrow that wavered through him at the mention of his beloved.
"Both." He placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke no more.
"I know that it is impossible, but for some reason I feel Nurru's presence..." Adulomeiel said more to herself then anyone as she rubbed her heart.
An Elf, at that instant, ran into the clearing, declaring the presence of the king.
Adulomeiel glanced up to spot him for herself.
He was a fair distance away, and when he walked, it seemed that he bore the weight of the entire realm on his shoulders. Twas most likely the grief of the lost one.
But his walk was proud and elegant.
Then Adulomeiel's gaze set upon the being that walked beside him.
Her heart began to race.
"Oh Elbereth, could it be?" She whispered out loud.
"What is it mela?" Her father bent to ask her.
"Look atar! Tell me it is!" And without thinking, Adulomeiel rushed towards the king, however it was not the king she truly rushed to, but the elf maiden, with platinum blonde hair that graced his side.
Firaglarion smiled and let his daughter go, for he knew exactly whom it was she ran to...
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Nurruthien walked slowly next to Thranduil. She raised her eyes to look at him. Thranduil was dressed in his ceremonial robes and glided along as if he were walking on air. His long blonde hair fell past his shoulders and Nurruthien couldn't help but admire the resemblance between Legolas and his father. Nurruthien looked down again at the funeral wreath she had made for Rinwingiel's grave when she heard feet running towards her. Nurruthien didn't even get the chance to look up as she felt herself enveloped in a tight hug.
When Adulomeiel reached her destination, she threw her arms around her dear friend in a death grip hug.
Nurruthien smiled slightly despite the circumstances and patted Adulomeiel on her head.
"Yes, it's good to see you too."
Adulomeiel let go of Nurruthien and the girls walked hand in hand towards her father.
When they reached Firaglarion, Adulomeiel was beaming. "Atar! Look who has come!" She grinned without cease.
Firaglarion smiled down at the two girls. "How are you little Nurru?" He asked as he embraced her.
Nurruthien smiled at Firaglarion and gave him a gentle hug as well.
"I am well. I've made a wreath for Rinwingiel........." Nurruthien handed the flower wreath to Firaglarion.
Sadness crossed his handsome features for a second as he took the home made wreath that looked to be weaved with care, away from the young she-elf. But then he managed a small smile.
"Thank you Nurruthien.........tis very beautiful."
Nurruthien weakly smiled, a throat clearing interrupted her reunion. She turned to see Thranduil standing behind her.
"Ah yes.........I'm here today mostly because of the kindness of Thranduil. Thranduil, this is Adulomeiel and Firaglarion. The family of the one who was lost." Thranduil slowly walked up beside Nurruthien and bowed his head.
"I am sorry for your loss. I too know the pain and it is very near to my heart."
Adulomeiel's eyes filled with water. She bowed gracefully and didn't make eye contact.
"Nice to meet you my lord."
"Please, child, I am here to pay my respects." Thranduil placed his hand gently on Adulomeiel's shoulder and turned to speak with Firaglarion. Nurruthien grabbed Adulomeiel's hand and the girls walked off together.
"How are you my dearest friend?"
"I am fairing well.........thanks to my father."
Nurruthien looked ahead and tears started to come to her eyes. Nurruthien felt as if her heart where in two. Nurruthien was thinking about Rinwingiel and how she loved her as if she were her mother and Rinwingiel's love back. Nurruthien was also thinking of how this would most likely be the last meeting with her friend for a very long time. Nurruthien tightened her grasp on Adulomeiel's hand as tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Adulomeiel stopped and turned towards Nurruthien.
"It isn't fair, Nurru! How can he be so cruel?!" Nurruthien stared at Adulomeiel's pleading but angry eyes. Tears were running down Adulomeiel's cheeks as well which caused Nurruthien to realize that Adulomeiel knew what she was thinking about.
"I don't know, Adul. The only reason I'm here today is because Thranduil sent my father to Rivendell. Legolas even tried to comfort me and offered to escort me to see you. But even that was not good enough for my father. I do not know why, Adul..........but he can't and won't keep me from you. I swear it." Nurruthien placed Adulomeiel's hand on her heart, as if swearing by it.
Adulomeiel looked at her hand on Nurruthien's chest and then at Nurruthien. Adulomeiel saw the pain and compassion in Nurruthien's eyes. No, nothing would keep these two apart. Adulomeiel smiled weakly and sniffed.
"I am glad you are here. It warms my heart and my father's." Adulomeiel hugged Nurruthien as they stood in the afternoon sunshine.
"We should be returning, Adul. The service will begin soon." Nurruthien whispered in Adulomeiel's ear. They pulled apart and Adulomeiel nodded and wiped her face. The two started to walk back in silence when Adulomeiel spoke.
"Did you say Legolas tried to comfort you?" Adulomeiel asked as if in shock. Nurruthien giggled slightly.
"Yes.....and I must say it sort of worked. But that's a very long story my dear. Let's just say that a new friendship has sprung up between the prince and I. He's no longer a stuck-up jerk. He even kissed me!"
Adulomeiel stopped in her tracks, "KISSED YOU?!" she shrieked. Nurruthien clasped her hand over Adulomeiel's mouth and looked around to make sure no one heard.
"Be quiet! It was only a ploy to get me to speak to him, because I pledged silence on everyone in the house. Needless to say, I spoke to him. I was just as shocked as you............and I sort of liked it. That prince sure can kiss." Nurruthien smiled as she saw Adulomeiel's eyes widen over her covered mouth.
"I hate to remind you, Adul...........but we are at a funeral." Nurruthien removed her hand from Adulomeiel's mouth. Adulomeiel nodded and still looked bewildered as they began walking again.
"Aye, I know. However, I KNOW that my mother is laughing hysterically in the havens." Nurruthien smiled at the thought.
"I'm sure." Nurruthien smirked as they approached the clearing where many elves were gathered. Nurruthien spotted Thranduil with Firaglarion in the middle. They both looked worn and grief-stricken.
"I believe that Thranduil has been relating with your father." Nurruthien said softly to Adulomeiel.
"When did the king lose his wife?" Adulomeiel asked as she watched them as well.
Nurruthien thought for a moment. "Many years ago, I was very young and Legolas is only a few years older than I. I remember the services very vaguely. Poor Legolas was very distraught. He still gets distraught about it and he thinks he can hide his feelings but I can see that he suffers and misses his mother. The queen was a wonderful she-elf..............."
Adulomeiel lowered her gaze and sighed.
"Death is terribly grieving."
After saying so, Adulomeiel took her friend's hand and led her over to her father.
"Tis time to start, mela." Firaglarion placed a comforting hand on his daughters shoulder and whispered in her ear.
Adulomeiel smiled weakly and nodded.
Nurruthien tightened her grip on her friend's hand. And smiled at her reassuringly. Thus, the ceremony began. Many tears were shed and many comforting words were said. However, Adulomeiel felt numb to it all. All she could feel was Nurruthien's hand in hers, and that was all she needed. Adulomeiel didn't want to think that this would be her last meeting with Nurruthien, but she felt it. And the pain of it was near to her heart just like her mother's death. Adulomeiel sighed and lowered her head. Nurruthien took notice of her friend's suffering and squeezed Adulomeiel's hand reassuringly. Somehow, Nurruthien had immense hope in her that the girls would meet again one day.
Translations
Amin hini- my children
Legolas walked briskly through the palace halls, his light feet barely making a sound. The morning sun shone on his flaxen hair as it flapped behind him from walking so quickly. Legolas was angry, confused, and sort of hurt. Nurruthien hadn't shown to breakfast, which caused Haeedhelion great sorrow. Sensing his friend's distress, Thranduil decided to send Haeedhelion on a mission to Rivendell. Legolas had sent word to Nurruthien that her father was leaving and she should come see him off. However, she did not appear there either and Legolas felt awful as he watched Haeedhelion ride his horse away sulkily. That was the last straw, Legolas knew that both of them were hurting but Nurruthien didn't have to spite her father the way she did. Just as Legolas was going to turn the corner to get to Nurruthien's chambers, he ran into two figures.
"Where are you going, Legolas?" Dimmacilion questioned. Dimmacilion is the son of a warrior on Thranduil's court and best friends with Legolas. Another elven youth, Morbrethelion, was there. Legolas and Dimmacilion had been training together since their youngest years. Then, a few years ago, Thranduil took in an orphaned elf and began training him as well. Morbrethelion was that orphaned elf. Dimmacilion readily accepted Morbrethelion to make him feel more at home but Legolas never really became too close with him.
"I'm going to speak to Nurruthien. Now let me by."
"Why are you going to talk to her? She's a spiteful witch." Morbrethelion muttered to Legolas. Legolas' eyes flashed with anger as he looked at Morbrethelion. Morbrethelion had dark brown hair and deep green eyes, which is very unlikely for a Mirkwood elf, and stood an inch or two smaller than Legolas. Legolas was about ready to pounce on him, but Dimmacilion's voice distracted him.
"Don't say that Morbret...but I agree Legolas...why are you going to see her?"
Legolas looked at his friend and his anger faded away. Dimmacilion had blue-gray eyes and blonde hair, which made him and Legolas almost identical. Even though Dimmacilion was training to be a warrior he had a soft heart and a wise mind. Partly the reason Legolas became so close to him was because of how alike they are, but Legolas has an easier time hiding his soft heart than Dimmacilion does. However, when it came to Nurruthien, Legolas found he had a hard time hiding his feelings for his newfound friend.
"I need to speak to her. I found her in the woods yesterday. Nurruthien was simply heartbroken...I felt so terrible for her. I comforted her as best I could and offered to escort her through the woods to see a friend. But Haeedhelion forbade it and she ran out of the room in anger and tears. I need to see her." Just as Legolas was going to step around Dimmacilion, Morbrethelion blocked him off.
"You're getting soft, Legolas. Could it be that you care for her?" Morbrethelion had a smirk on his face.
Legolas once again lost control of his bad temper and glared at Morbrethelion. He was about to knock him down when he felt Dimmacilion's hand on his shoulder.
"I understand Legolas. We hope to see you at the archery targets this afternoon." Dimmacilion gave Legolas a stern look that practically said 'I'll speak to you in private some other time.' Legolas nodded his head and before he left, gave Morbrethelion another glare.
Morbrethelion watched in scorn as Legolas walked up to the large Mahogany door the color of old sherry and knock on it. He shook his head to remind himself that he did not hate the prince...but someone else instead...
Legolas knocked on the door three times without any answer. He stood waiting outside Nurruthien's door wondering if she was even there. Just then, Nurruthien's lady-in-waiting came around the corner. She bowed her head and smiled at him.
"Hello Maltadolwen, has Nurruthien gone out today?"
Maltadolwen stopped and shook her head. "Nay, my lord. Nurruthien has been in her chambers all day and won't budge or speak! The only time she moved was to get bathed and dressed. Never once did she utter a word."
Legolas frowned. "Thank you Maltadolwen." He turned back towards Nurruthien's door as Maltadolwen continued down the corridor. Legolas thought for a moment and decided to throw all the manners and customs he learned right out the window. Especially the one about how you're not supposed to go into a lady's room without her letting you in.
Legolas turned the golden doorknob and pushed her door in. He gazed into the room and saw Nurruthien sitting on a chair on her balcony. She didn't move an inch since she presumed Maltadolwen to be coming into the room. Legolas stood there and took in all that was Nurruthien. Her light, almost white, hair ran all the way down her back and shone in the morning sunshine. Nurruthien wore a very light blue dress, which flowed all around her as if it were water. Legolas stood there for so long just staring at her that he didn't really notice she had turned around.
Nurruthien looked shocked to see him in her room but didn't seem angry. She just turned back around and gazed at the palace grounds. Legolas shook his head and walked up to her. Nurruthien still paid no attention to him.
"Hello Nurruthien...how are you this morning?" Legolas asked, hoping for her to face him so he could gaze into her eyes. But she did not move and didn't seem to mind him being there. Legolas became frustrated and moved in front of her. Nurruthien put her head down, and since her hair wasn't tied back at all, it flowed in front of her face and covered it. Legolas kneeled down and stared at her for a few moments. Nurruthien held a white handkerchief in her hands that looked as though it had been drenched in tears. Slowly, Legolas moved his hands towards Nurruthien's face. He placed his hands on her warm cheeks and relished in her soft skin. Then, ever so slightly, Legolas moved her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ears.
"That's better...now I can see your lovely face." Nurruthien looked up at him and Legolas almost fell over at the sadness and tears in her eyes.
"Will you not speak to me, mellon?" Nurruthien just stared at him blankly. Legolas became a little more frustrated as Nurruthien put her head down. Legolas decided he had to do something because he wouldn't be able to deal with her not speaking to him as well. Legolas smiled as a wild idea came to his mind. Legolas moved his hands a little lower on Nurruthien's face and began to pull her closer to him. Nurruthien looked up in wonderment just as Legolas placed his lips on hers. Nurruthien was shocked, but couldn't help but relish in his lips. Legolas' lips were incredibly soft and voluptuous and they tasted like the sweetest wine!
Legolas didn't mind her lips either, for they were just as soft and sweet. Legolas opened his eyes and reluctantly broke the kiss. He held Nurruthien's face in his hands and laughed slightly at the way she looked. Her lips were still puckered as if she was still kissing him and her eyes were still closed.
"Nurruthien..." Legolas said softly, for he didn't want to disturb her entirely. Nurruthien looked so heavenly just sitting there in his hands. Nurruthien opened her eyes and blinked a few times before they became wide in shock.
"L-Legolas!" She stuttered in a loud whisper. Legolas couldn't help but laugh out loud at her.
"I had to get you to talk to me somehow." He smiled at her and Nurruthien immediately blushed.
"Well...I guess you win...as usual." She slightly smiled at him.
"Of course," Legolas grinned, "You've been sitting up here all day. I've been worried about you. Your father left for Rivendell you know..."
Nurruthien looked down at her hands while twisting the handkerchief.
"Yes, I know." She said quietly. Just as Legolas was about to press further, a knock came to Nurruthien's door. Both Legolas and Nurruthien turned to see who was approaching them.
"Please excuse me, but the king requests Nurruthien's presence in his den. And I do believe he's looking for you as well, prince." Maltadolwen smiled at Legolas for she had known him many years.
"Thank you Maltadolwen, we will go right away." Legolas said and nodded his head to relieve Maltadolwen. Maltadolwen bowed slightly and walked out of the room. Legolas turned back to Nurruthien who was staring blankly at the horizon.
"Let us go Nurruthien." Legolas placed his hand on hers causing her to look down at their hands entwined.
"Why does your father wish to see me?" Nurruthien looked into Legolas' eyes now. Searching them, as if to find the answer in the deep blue ocean that were his eyes.
"I do not know...let us go to find out." Legolas stood up and pulled Nurruthien up with him as well. She swept her hair behind her shoulders and began to fuss with her dress.
"Come now, Nurruthien. You know my father doesn't care how you look given the circumstances." Legolas smiled softly at the distraught Nurruthien. "Besides, you are beautiful always." At that Nurruthien smiled as well and hooked her arm in his as they began their walk to Thranduil's den.
When they got there, they found Thranduil sitting at his large table reading over some documents. He stirred as he heard them approach.
"You requested our presence, atar." Legolas bowed slightly in respect for his father.
"Yes, yes...come here amin hini..." Thranduil ushered them both to a dark red velvet sofa. Nurruthien sat slowly, not sure what to make of this meeting. Legolas simply watched as his father slowly paced in front of the great fireplace. Legolas' eyes softened as he focused on the fireplace more...remembering days when he would sit by the fire at his mother's skirts and listen to her sing. His father's voice quickly cut short the memory.
"Nurruthien, I have heard of an elven maiden dying during birth in one of the villages. Is this the mother of your friend and the reason why you were so distressed yesterday?" The pain was still so near to her heart that all she could do was nod her head as Thranduil's blue eyes beamed on her.
Thranduil thought for a long while before he spoke again. "And...her daughter is the friend for whom you've been sneaking away from the palace for all these years?"
Feeling that this situation deserved more than just a nod, Nurruthien forced herself to speak up. Her voice cracked and faltered at first but she managed to say what she wished. "She is very dear to my heart...we've been friends for a very long time. It was a chance meeting that began our friendship. Please, Thranduil...she's practically my sister."
Thranduil looked into Nurruthien's pleading eyes that were on the verge of tears and then at his son. Legolas stared right back at his father as if to say 'Help her'. Thranduil took in a deep breath and stared at Nurruthien. Legolas could tell his father was deep in thought over something that plagued his mind. Thranduil slowly walked up to Nurruthien and kneeled in front of her. Legolas opened his eyes in shock at the compassion his father was showing Nurruthien. Thranduil is a strong elf warrior and doesn't easily show his soft side, as Legolas had learned to do himself. Thranduil placed a comforting hand on Nurruthien's hands.
"Nurruthien, I will take you to the funeral. However, I cannot allow you to disobey or hurt your father anymore. You must agree to this, or else I will not take you."
Nurruthien blinked at the king of Mirkwood who was on bended knee in front of her. Nurruthien didn't know what to say or do...so she simply collapsed into Thranduil's arms and hugged him for all he was worth. Thranduil smiled and hugged her back. He long had wished for a daughter after Legolas was born. However, his wife's death crushed that dream. Nurruthien was the closest thing he had to a daughter.
"Very well...we leave at noon. So go to your chambers and ready yourself." Thranduil stood as he brought her to her feet as well. Nurruthien whispered a quiet thanks and hurriedly left the room. Legolas stood and smiled at his father.
"Thank you, atar. I admire how you've made things better. Do you think Haeedhelion will loosen his grip on her?"
Thranduil sighed and sat on his chair at the table. "I do not know. I will speak to him more...I do not wish either of them to suffer any longer."
Legolas nodded his head to show that he understood. "Am I to go as well, atar?"
Thranduil looked up at his son. At first glance, anyone would say that Legolas looked exactly like his father. Not many knew that Legolas had the bright blue eyes full of emotion that his mother had. Not the darker, grayer blue eyes Thranduil had.
"Nay, my son. You will stay here for you will be the only royal member of the family in the house. Therefore, you are in charge."
Legolas looked at his father shocked and went to say something before Thranduil interrupted him, laughing.
"Do not worry, Legolas. I will not be gone for long and there is not much for you to do. Only if there should be an emergency of some sort."
Legolas bowed his head, "As you wish, atar. Namaarie." And with that, Legolas left his father's den and headed for the archery fields to clear his mind.
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Adulomeiel sniffed as she stared at her reflection in her mother's mirror.
She sat before it on the same chair her mother would sit on every morning to ready herself.
But no more would she do this.
Adulomeiel wiped at the tears that tried to fall.
She had woven various flowers into her long dark hair, and wore her best summer dress. Today was the day of her mother's funeral.
Elven funerals were not one of complete sorrow. There would be a respectful silence for the one's who lost the deceased, and then a word from the King. Then loved one's were allowed to state their love and compassion for the one that died, or for the family.
Thus ending with words from the ones who lost. Adulomeiel was not sure if she could do this.
She knew her father struggled with it as well, for speaking the end words would bring to realization that Rinwingiel was indeed dead.
Adulomeiel had not seen much of her father throughout the day, and knew he was suffering to look upon her.
She sighed as she glanced down in search of something to place around her neck. Twas a custom to wear something of her mothers to her funeral and then bury it to rest with her along with something of Adulomeiel's and her fathers, signifying that all three of them would be bound together forever. But Adulomeiel could not decide on what to wear.
She reached over and picked up the silver chain that was her mother's favorite necklace.
It bore a shining silver star that illuminated in even the faintest light. It seemed to draw in all light around it, even the smallest glow of candlelight.
It was delicate, and beautiful beyond comprehension, but Adulomeiel placed it back down on the dresser.
To wear it to the funeral and place it to rest with her mother would bring great sorrow to her father. He had given it to Rinwingiel the night he asked her to wed him, and Rinwingiel hadn't taken it off since.
She had told Adulomeiel she wanted her to have it and wear it whence she had gone, but Adulomeiel hadn't thought it would have been so soon.
Too soon.
Adulomeiel finally decided on a ring her mother hardly wore, and then she picked for herself, a bracelet that was dear to her.
She stood after checking her reflection one last time and telling herself that she wasn't going to get her face to look any better...she had cried too much for that.
She walked over to the bed and picked up a pair of tiny wool socks.
Her baby brother was to be buried along with her mother, and Adulomeiel had decided on these to be buried with them.
Adulomeiel felt the tears come again when she remembered sitting and talking to her mother as she watched her weave them.
Rinwingiel had taken extra careful time in making all her children's baby clothes, but Adulomeiel noticed she had taken even careful time in making these. What the reason was, she did not know.
Her and her father had named the babe Nevlonnion...for he was indeed a lost gift.
Adulomeiel was jerked from her memories when the door opened.
She quickly wiped her tears away when she saw her father standing there.
She stood and managed a weak smile.
Firaglarion smiled back at his daughter.
"You look beautiful pen-neth." He said quietly. He had obviously been grieving, and Adulomeiel felt sorrow at the sight of it.
"Thank you atar."
"Tis time to go now." Adulomeiel nodded and walked towards her father.
She latched arms with his.
They arrived to the place where her mother's box laid. It was beautiful. Painted in many different colors with designs of many flowers.
She was being buried not far from their flet, as was a custom of the village Elves.
Adulomeiel let out a shaky sigh when she saw it.
She felt her father squeeze her arm. She looked up at him and he smiled down at her.
Adulomeiel returned it the best she could, and then returned her gaze to the casket.
Elves had already started arriving, but the king had not.
At this time, Adulomeiel wished with all her heart that Nurruthien were there. Her heart grieved to see her again, to be comforted by her, and to comfort her.
Firaglarion seemed to know what his daughter felt distressed over, for he reached down and lifted her chin to meet his gaze.
"Nurruthien is with us, always at heart."
Adulomeiel let a tear escape.
"It's just not fair atar! You would never be so cruel as to keep me from Nurru! Why must her father be?" Adulomeiel set her gaze to the ground when she felt the anger heat her face.
She heard her father sigh. "Adulomeiel..."
She looked back up at her father.
"Tis true I would never keep you from little Nurru, for I could not. She is in your heart my dearest Adulomeiel, and when someone dwells in your heart, forever there they will dwell...even if we cannot see them."
Adulomeiel felt a small smile grace her lips...the first one that had not been forced upon them for a while.
"Do you speak of Nurru atar? Or atara?"
Firaglarion smiled despite the sorrow that wavered through him at the mention of his beloved.
"Both." He placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke no more.
"I know that it is impossible, but for some reason I feel Nurru's presence..." Adulomeiel said more to herself then anyone as she rubbed her heart.
An Elf, at that instant, ran into the clearing, declaring the presence of the king.
Adulomeiel glanced up to spot him for herself.
He was a fair distance away, and when he walked, it seemed that he bore the weight of the entire realm on his shoulders. Twas most likely the grief of the lost one.
But his walk was proud and elegant.
Then Adulomeiel's gaze set upon the being that walked beside him.
Her heart began to race.
"Oh Elbereth, could it be?" She whispered out loud.
"What is it mela?" Her father bent to ask her.
"Look atar! Tell me it is!" And without thinking, Adulomeiel rushed towards the king, however it was not the king she truly rushed to, but the elf maiden, with platinum blonde hair that graced his side.
Firaglarion smiled and let his daughter go, for he knew exactly whom it was she ran to...
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Nurruthien walked slowly next to Thranduil. She raised her eyes to look at him. Thranduil was dressed in his ceremonial robes and glided along as if he were walking on air. His long blonde hair fell past his shoulders and Nurruthien couldn't help but admire the resemblance between Legolas and his father. Nurruthien looked down again at the funeral wreath she had made for Rinwingiel's grave when she heard feet running towards her. Nurruthien didn't even get the chance to look up as she felt herself enveloped in a tight hug.
When Adulomeiel reached her destination, she threw her arms around her dear friend in a death grip hug.
Nurruthien smiled slightly despite the circumstances and patted Adulomeiel on her head.
"Yes, it's good to see you too."
Adulomeiel let go of Nurruthien and the girls walked hand in hand towards her father.
When they reached Firaglarion, Adulomeiel was beaming. "Atar! Look who has come!" She grinned without cease.
Firaglarion smiled down at the two girls. "How are you little Nurru?" He asked as he embraced her.
Nurruthien smiled at Firaglarion and gave him a gentle hug as well.
"I am well. I've made a wreath for Rinwingiel........." Nurruthien handed the flower wreath to Firaglarion.
Sadness crossed his handsome features for a second as he took the home made wreath that looked to be weaved with care, away from the young she-elf. But then he managed a small smile.
"Thank you Nurruthien.........tis very beautiful."
Nurruthien weakly smiled, a throat clearing interrupted her reunion. She turned to see Thranduil standing behind her.
"Ah yes.........I'm here today mostly because of the kindness of Thranduil. Thranduil, this is Adulomeiel and Firaglarion. The family of the one who was lost." Thranduil slowly walked up beside Nurruthien and bowed his head.
"I am sorry for your loss. I too know the pain and it is very near to my heart."
Adulomeiel's eyes filled with water. She bowed gracefully and didn't make eye contact.
"Nice to meet you my lord."
"Please, child, I am here to pay my respects." Thranduil placed his hand gently on Adulomeiel's shoulder and turned to speak with Firaglarion. Nurruthien grabbed Adulomeiel's hand and the girls walked off together.
"How are you my dearest friend?"
"I am fairing well.........thanks to my father."
Nurruthien looked ahead and tears started to come to her eyes. Nurruthien felt as if her heart where in two. Nurruthien was thinking about Rinwingiel and how she loved her as if she were her mother and Rinwingiel's love back. Nurruthien was also thinking of how this would most likely be the last meeting with her friend for a very long time. Nurruthien tightened her grasp on Adulomeiel's hand as tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Adulomeiel stopped and turned towards Nurruthien.
"It isn't fair, Nurru! How can he be so cruel?!" Nurruthien stared at Adulomeiel's pleading but angry eyes. Tears were running down Adulomeiel's cheeks as well which caused Nurruthien to realize that Adulomeiel knew what she was thinking about.
"I don't know, Adul. The only reason I'm here today is because Thranduil sent my father to Rivendell. Legolas even tried to comfort me and offered to escort me to see you. But even that was not good enough for my father. I do not know why, Adul..........but he can't and won't keep me from you. I swear it." Nurruthien placed Adulomeiel's hand on her heart, as if swearing by it.
Adulomeiel looked at her hand on Nurruthien's chest and then at Nurruthien. Adulomeiel saw the pain and compassion in Nurruthien's eyes. No, nothing would keep these two apart. Adulomeiel smiled weakly and sniffed.
"I am glad you are here. It warms my heart and my father's." Adulomeiel hugged Nurruthien as they stood in the afternoon sunshine.
"We should be returning, Adul. The service will begin soon." Nurruthien whispered in Adulomeiel's ear. They pulled apart and Adulomeiel nodded and wiped her face. The two started to walk back in silence when Adulomeiel spoke.
"Did you say Legolas tried to comfort you?" Adulomeiel asked as if in shock. Nurruthien giggled slightly.
"Yes.....and I must say it sort of worked. But that's a very long story my dear. Let's just say that a new friendship has sprung up between the prince and I. He's no longer a stuck-up jerk. He even kissed me!"
Adulomeiel stopped in her tracks, "KISSED YOU?!" she shrieked. Nurruthien clasped her hand over Adulomeiel's mouth and looked around to make sure no one heard.
"Be quiet! It was only a ploy to get me to speak to him, because I pledged silence on everyone in the house. Needless to say, I spoke to him. I was just as shocked as you............and I sort of liked it. That prince sure can kiss." Nurruthien smiled as she saw Adulomeiel's eyes widen over her covered mouth.
"I hate to remind you, Adul...........but we are at a funeral." Nurruthien removed her hand from Adulomeiel's mouth. Adulomeiel nodded and still looked bewildered as they began walking again.
"Aye, I know. However, I KNOW that my mother is laughing hysterically in the havens." Nurruthien smiled at the thought.
"I'm sure." Nurruthien smirked as they approached the clearing where many elves were gathered. Nurruthien spotted Thranduil with Firaglarion in the middle. They both looked worn and grief-stricken.
"I believe that Thranduil has been relating with your father." Nurruthien said softly to Adulomeiel.
"When did the king lose his wife?" Adulomeiel asked as she watched them as well.
Nurruthien thought for a moment. "Many years ago, I was very young and Legolas is only a few years older than I. I remember the services very vaguely. Poor Legolas was very distraught. He still gets distraught about it and he thinks he can hide his feelings but I can see that he suffers and misses his mother. The queen was a wonderful she-elf..............."
Adulomeiel lowered her gaze and sighed.
"Death is terribly grieving."
After saying so, Adulomeiel took her friend's hand and led her over to her father.
"Tis time to start, mela." Firaglarion placed a comforting hand on his daughters shoulder and whispered in her ear.
Adulomeiel smiled weakly and nodded.
Nurruthien tightened her grip on her friend's hand. And smiled at her reassuringly. Thus, the ceremony began. Many tears were shed and many comforting words were said. However, Adulomeiel felt numb to it all. All she could feel was Nurruthien's hand in hers, and that was all she needed. Adulomeiel didn't want to think that this would be her last meeting with Nurruthien, but she felt it. And the pain of it was near to her heart just like her mother's death. Adulomeiel sighed and lowered her head. Nurruthien took notice of her friend's suffering and squeezed Adulomeiel's hand reassuringly. Somehow, Nurruthien had immense hope in her that the girls would meet again one day.
Translations
Amin hini- my children