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Heather - yes you were the first to review :)
Jynessea Greenleaf - thank you! I'm obviously not crying :)
Aramer - thanx!
Jing-Chan - here's the next chapter!
Chapter One - Thorongil
Twenty years had passed since that fateful night. Lotewen, as Ronwen and Lanion had assumed her name, was a beautiful young woman. Lanion could have sent her away long before, but he had a growing love for the child he now called his own. In fact, because of this love, he had hidden her heritage from her.
Of course, Lotewen knew she was different, but she believed herself a daughter of man, and a peasant, nothing more. She saw and acknowledged her abnormalities, but paid them no heed, as her parents had made sure that she knew almost nothing of the Elves. However, she was about to meet a man that would tell her the truth.
One day, while walking through the streets of Minas Tirith, singing happily, Lotewenk heard the Horn of Gondor sound: the heir had returned. Suddenly, horses came around the corner with such speed that Lotewen barely got out of their way.
The black Arab in the front spooked and threw his small rider to the ground. Lotewen, having learned growing up that she had a strange healing power, rushed forward to try to aid the fallen rider.
Slowly, the rider stood and Lotewen stopped. When she started coming forward again, he noticed her. "Stay away! I am fine!"
Lotewen stopped and held her hands in a gesture of peace. "Sir, please, you may not realize immediately if you are injured. I am -," she was cut off.
"If the Steward's Heir says to stand back, you do so," said a soldier.
"Thank you Thorongil," said the newly revealed Denethor, "but who do you think you are, Lady, to approach me in the way you did, and speak to me as though I know nothing?!" (a/n: ADDITUDE!)
"My Lord, forgive me. This is my second time in town, recently, therefore, I did not know who you were. I am Lotewen daughter of -,"
Once again, Thorongil cut her off. "What is your name?"
"Lotewen, sir."
"Truly?" She nodded. "May I, my Lord, speak with the Lady alone for a time?"
"Of course."
"Where do you live, Lady?"
"On the outskirts of town; we - could speak there if you wish."
"I do." With that, they took leave of young Denethor. As they walked, Thorongil was silent, for he was quietly examining Lotewen. They neared her family's small cottage, and once in sight, a woman ran out and hugged Lotewen. "Where have you been? I was worried, you've been gone for so long!"
"Hello Mother. I'm truly sorry, but I had something to take care of. I.startled Lord Denethor."
"Did you? Are you going to introduce your friend?"
"Oh! Mother, this is Lord Thorongil. Sir, this is my mother, Ronwen. He wishes to speak with us."
"I am pleased to meet you. However, I am not a Lord; just a visitor from - distant lands. Lady Ronwen, do you have a husband at home, for I wish to speak with all."
"Yes, he's in the field at my parents' home. His name is Lanion. I can send for him if you wish."
"Please, Lady."
"I'll go, Mother," and with a smile, she dashed off, 'lightly over leaf and grass'. She ran until she found him. Sneaking up behind him, she hugged his waist, as she had done as a child.
Lanion turned and gathered her in a hug. "And how are you Amaniel*?"
"I am well, Father. There is a man at the house who wishes to speak with us. His name is Thorongil, and he has just returned with Lord Boromir. I do not know what he wishes to speak of."
"Thorongil?"
"Yes; do you know him?"
"I have ridden with him in battle. I have not seen him since before you were born!"
"Then come, and you shall see him once again," and Lotewen took her father by the hand, and led him back to the house, so they could speak with the mysterious Thorongil.
Thorongil turned as he was speaking to Ronwen, and saw two figures coming from the east. One was obviously Lotewen, and the other was. "Lanion?"
"Thorongil! Amin mellon!**"
They embraced as friends and started a conversation. Finally, Lanion asked the question on his family's mind. "What has brought you to my home?"
"Lotewen."
*Blessed Daughter
**My friend - plz correct me if this is incorrect - I was going from memory.
Next chapter soon!!! R/R!!!
Heather - yes you were the first to review :)
Jynessea Greenleaf - thank you! I'm obviously not crying :)
Aramer - thanx!
Jing-Chan - here's the next chapter!
Chapter One - Thorongil
Twenty years had passed since that fateful night. Lotewen, as Ronwen and Lanion had assumed her name, was a beautiful young woman. Lanion could have sent her away long before, but he had a growing love for the child he now called his own. In fact, because of this love, he had hidden her heritage from her.
Of course, Lotewen knew she was different, but she believed herself a daughter of man, and a peasant, nothing more. She saw and acknowledged her abnormalities, but paid them no heed, as her parents had made sure that she knew almost nothing of the Elves. However, she was about to meet a man that would tell her the truth.
One day, while walking through the streets of Minas Tirith, singing happily, Lotewenk heard the Horn of Gondor sound: the heir had returned. Suddenly, horses came around the corner with such speed that Lotewen barely got out of their way.
The black Arab in the front spooked and threw his small rider to the ground. Lotewen, having learned growing up that she had a strange healing power, rushed forward to try to aid the fallen rider.
Slowly, the rider stood and Lotewen stopped. When she started coming forward again, he noticed her. "Stay away! I am fine!"
Lotewen stopped and held her hands in a gesture of peace. "Sir, please, you may not realize immediately if you are injured. I am -," she was cut off.
"If the Steward's Heir says to stand back, you do so," said a soldier.
"Thank you Thorongil," said the newly revealed Denethor, "but who do you think you are, Lady, to approach me in the way you did, and speak to me as though I know nothing?!" (a/n: ADDITUDE!)
"My Lord, forgive me. This is my second time in town, recently, therefore, I did not know who you were. I am Lotewen daughter of -,"
Once again, Thorongil cut her off. "What is your name?"
"Lotewen, sir."
"Truly?" She nodded. "May I, my Lord, speak with the Lady alone for a time?"
"Of course."
"Where do you live, Lady?"
"On the outskirts of town; we - could speak there if you wish."
"I do." With that, they took leave of young Denethor. As they walked, Thorongil was silent, for he was quietly examining Lotewen. They neared her family's small cottage, and once in sight, a woman ran out and hugged Lotewen. "Where have you been? I was worried, you've been gone for so long!"
"Hello Mother. I'm truly sorry, but I had something to take care of. I.startled Lord Denethor."
"Did you? Are you going to introduce your friend?"
"Oh! Mother, this is Lord Thorongil. Sir, this is my mother, Ronwen. He wishes to speak with us."
"I am pleased to meet you. However, I am not a Lord; just a visitor from - distant lands. Lady Ronwen, do you have a husband at home, for I wish to speak with all."
"Yes, he's in the field at my parents' home. His name is Lanion. I can send for him if you wish."
"Please, Lady."
"I'll go, Mother," and with a smile, she dashed off, 'lightly over leaf and grass'. She ran until she found him. Sneaking up behind him, she hugged his waist, as she had done as a child.
Lanion turned and gathered her in a hug. "And how are you Amaniel*?"
"I am well, Father. There is a man at the house who wishes to speak with us. His name is Thorongil, and he has just returned with Lord Boromir. I do not know what he wishes to speak of."
"Thorongil?"
"Yes; do you know him?"
"I have ridden with him in battle. I have not seen him since before you were born!"
"Then come, and you shall see him once again," and Lotewen took her father by the hand, and led him back to the house, so they could speak with the mysterious Thorongil.
Thorongil turned as he was speaking to Ronwen, and saw two figures coming from the east. One was obviously Lotewen, and the other was. "Lanion?"
"Thorongil! Amin mellon!**"
They embraced as friends and started a conversation. Finally, Lanion asked the question on his family's mind. "What has brought you to my home?"
"Lotewen."
*Blessed Daughter
**My friend - plz correct me if this is incorrect - I was going from memory.
Next chapter soon!!! R/R!!!