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Nolwe Chapter 6
*************Nolwe POV*********
At the healers Calale and I soon discovered that her arm was going to take a week to heal - even with elvish medicine. After being severely scolded(how did I fell being the mature adult?) on my actions Calale and myself left for the dining hall were I was sure the welcoming feast would be in full swing. I wondered what the elves from Rivendell would think of me, 'Definitely would not be very flattering.' I was right in my assumption about the dining hall, but thankfully we Calale and I slipped in unnoticed, well until Atanvardo saw us.
"Calale I see you made it to the healers and back without our cousin causing any more mischief," He said across the dinner table, so everyone heard. Continuing in his jest, "I am glad that you never took up the bow Nolwe, for I am sure that I may not stand here tonight." Some of the elves had started to laugh while some, in particular Galadriel and Celeborn began to frown.
I didn't know what to do. How could he? I was so angry. Standing from the table I turned and walked away. It was moment like this that my stubbornness does me no good. I heard my Veneawen call out to me but I just kept walking on. By the time I arrived at my talen I had silent tears falling down my face. In some ways Atanvardo was right, I was clumsy - which was really odd for an elf. To me at times it seemed that my cousins were better suited for this world than myself. 'How am I to have great wisdom?' I thought, 'Maybe I was sent here so that my cousins would adapt better to their surroundings. Now that they are what use am I?' I laid down onto my bed and cried until I was asleep.
The next morning, I found myself alone. 'Great I thought to myself - real important I am.' Discovering I was hungry I asked the first servant I found if they could bring me some bread and fruit, at the moment I did not wish the company of my cousins. I knew I was acting like a child, but I just did not care any more. All the pressure of learning so much, to help my cousins, to be aware of what was happening and to have no one to talk to it about was starting to crush me. It didn't help that I felt I could do nothing. Hearing a knock at the door I told the person who bought the food to just leave it on the bedside table. Instead of leaving the person came and put a hand on my shoulder.
"You know Atanvardo regrets his words. He is still young, but he will learn, and in time he will understand what is asked of him." Lord Celeborn spoke softly.
Turning to him I whispered, "I know, I just need time to myself, to understand what is happening, and most of all I think it is time I found myself here."
Celeborn nodded with a frown saying, "Maybe the problem is, is that you look so hard you know do not see what is in front of you. Stand and look at yourself in the mirror."
I stood and looked, but to me I saw nothing special.
"Look closer mellonaminmy friend. Your eyes although are tired show strength and wisdom, and you stand tall, having no fear, and most of all you are beautiful." With a chuckle he added, "Galadriel and myself have found many a young elf looking for your favour and unfortunately we have had to say no for you are intended for greater things. The valar has deemed it so. Believe in yourself, and in yourself you will find peace."
With a sob I hugged Celeborn. He and Galadriel had been so good and understanding to me. It was then I finally realised I was home. With a content sigh, I asked Celeborn, "Where is Atanvardo?, for I wish to see him before he goes."
Celeborn looked guilty and standing aside I saw my cousin standing behind him. My poor Atanvardo, he looked almost ill. Laughing I hugged him saying, "Do not worry. The time we have here and now is more important than silly jests."
A smile broke over his face and he said, "Come meet the guests. I think that Elladan might have a crush on Calale." Grabbing my arm he pulled me into the direction of a group of elves who were waiting outside my talen. Now I felt embarrassed. How mush did they hear? Blushing I introduced myself. The one called Glorfindel had a small grin when he found out my name. 'What was his secret?' I wondered. Elves are too secretive for their own good! Looking over the group of elves I watched the interaction between Calale and the elf named Elladan and knew that he only flirted. I realised that I had not seen his brother and asked where he was, "Do you not have a twin brother my Lord Elladan?"
Elladan laughed, "Please call me Elladan and my brother approaches now from behind you."
"Hush Elladan, otherwise we will never be able to surprise these fair maidens," said an elf who must have been Elrohir, "Please call me Elrohir, as I see my brother has no intention of introducing us who are you arwen en aminmiladay?"
Bowing I replied with a grin, "I am Lady Nolwe, but please call me Nolwe."
Understanding could be seen in his eyes, "Yeas Galadriel has spoken much about you to my father and Glorfindel. You are becoming quite a legend in Rivendell. Hopefully you will one day come to visit us."
Looking at Elrohir I noticed in his eyes that although his words sounded like jest, he was being utterly serious. I continued watching Elrohir, and also noticed that his eyes strayed to Calale, but he never approached her like his brother. 'Ahh!' I thought with realisation, 'He is the one that watched her yesterday.'
For the next week Haldir, Veneawen, Atanvardo, Calale, Elladan, and Elrohir spent much time together, and I was happy for my cousins, seeing that they were making more close friends. Looking away from the balcony, I knew that soon Calale and myself would follow Atanvardo to Rivendell, and I wondered what it was like.
"What are you thinking arwen en aminmilady?" Glorfindel startled me out of my thoughts with his question. Looking at the elven lord I told him, "I only wonder what Rivendell was like.and please call me Nolwe, milady is to proper." Glorfindel seemed to smile again, as if sharing a private joke, "I think that you will enjoy it Nolwe. It has it's own beauty which is different from Lothlorien."
It seemed that was the end of the conversation for we were called back to the meeting. Before long the time for Atanvardo to leave had come. I did not cry, but I did tell him one thing. Calling him over before he left I spoke to him, "*Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish. Do not give up hope . Know that your sister and myself will be with you shortly. Good luck. Aa' menealle nauva calen ar' maltamay your ways be green and golden" Stepping back I said farewell to the other members of the party, before joining Calale on the side. With one final glance they rode away, and Calale and I cried as hard as our bodies would let us.
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* quote by John Quincy Adams
Nolwe Chapter 6
*************Nolwe POV*********
At the healers Calale and I soon discovered that her arm was going to take a week to heal - even with elvish medicine. After being severely scolded(how did I fell being the mature adult?) on my actions Calale and myself left for the dining hall were I was sure the welcoming feast would be in full swing. I wondered what the elves from Rivendell would think of me, 'Definitely would not be very flattering.' I was right in my assumption about the dining hall, but thankfully we Calale and I slipped in unnoticed, well until Atanvardo saw us.
"Calale I see you made it to the healers and back without our cousin causing any more mischief," He said across the dinner table, so everyone heard. Continuing in his jest, "I am glad that you never took up the bow Nolwe, for I am sure that I may not stand here tonight." Some of the elves had started to laugh while some, in particular Galadriel and Celeborn began to frown.
I didn't know what to do. How could he? I was so angry. Standing from the table I turned and walked away. It was moment like this that my stubbornness does me no good. I heard my Veneawen call out to me but I just kept walking on. By the time I arrived at my talen I had silent tears falling down my face. In some ways Atanvardo was right, I was clumsy - which was really odd for an elf. To me at times it seemed that my cousins were better suited for this world than myself. 'How am I to have great wisdom?' I thought, 'Maybe I was sent here so that my cousins would adapt better to their surroundings. Now that they are what use am I?' I laid down onto my bed and cried until I was asleep.
The next morning, I found myself alone. 'Great I thought to myself - real important I am.' Discovering I was hungry I asked the first servant I found if they could bring me some bread and fruit, at the moment I did not wish the company of my cousins. I knew I was acting like a child, but I just did not care any more. All the pressure of learning so much, to help my cousins, to be aware of what was happening and to have no one to talk to it about was starting to crush me. It didn't help that I felt I could do nothing. Hearing a knock at the door I told the person who bought the food to just leave it on the bedside table. Instead of leaving the person came and put a hand on my shoulder.
"You know Atanvardo regrets his words. He is still young, but he will learn, and in time he will understand what is asked of him." Lord Celeborn spoke softly.
Turning to him I whispered, "I know, I just need time to myself, to understand what is happening, and most of all I think it is time I found myself here."
Celeborn nodded with a frown saying, "Maybe the problem is, is that you look so hard you know do not see what is in front of you. Stand and look at yourself in the mirror."
I stood and looked, but to me I saw nothing special.
"Look closer mellonaminmy friend. Your eyes although are tired show strength and wisdom, and you stand tall, having no fear, and most of all you are beautiful." With a chuckle he added, "Galadriel and myself have found many a young elf looking for your favour and unfortunately we have had to say no for you are intended for greater things. The valar has deemed it so. Believe in yourself, and in yourself you will find peace."
With a sob I hugged Celeborn. He and Galadriel had been so good and understanding to me. It was then I finally realised I was home. With a content sigh, I asked Celeborn, "Where is Atanvardo?, for I wish to see him before he goes."
Celeborn looked guilty and standing aside I saw my cousin standing behind him. My poor Atanvardo, he looked almost ill. Laughing I hugged him saying, "Do not worry. The time we have here and now is more important than silly jests."
A smile broke over his face and he said, "Come meet the guests. I think that Elladan might have a crush on Calale." Grabbing my arm he pulled me into the direction of a group of elves who were waiting outside my talen. Now I felt embarrassed. How mush did they hear? Blushing I introduced myself. The one called Glorfindel had a small grin when he found out my name. 'What was his secret?' I wondered. Elves are too secretive for their own good! Looking over the group of elves I watched the interaction between Calale and the elf named Elladan and knew that he only flirted. I realised that I had not seen his brother and asked where he was, "Do you not have a twin brother my Lord Elladan?"
Elladan laughed, "Please call me Elladan and my brother approaches now from behind you."
"Hush Elladan, otherwise we will never be able to surprise these fair maidens," said an elf who must have been Elrohir, "Please call me Elrohir, as I see my brother has no intention of introducing us who are you arwen en aminmiladay?"
Bowing I replied with a grin, "I am Lady Nolwe, but please call me Nolwe."
Understanding could be seen in his eyes, "Yeas Galadriel has spoken much about you to my father and Glorfindel. You are becoming quite a legend in Rivendell. Hopefully you will one day come to visit us."
Looking at Elrohir I noticed in his eyes that although his words sounded like jest, he was being utterly serious. I continued watching Elrohir, and also noticed that his eyes strayed to Calale, but he never approached her like his brother. 'Ahh!' I thought with realisation, 'He is the one that watched her yesterday.'
For the next week Haldir, Veneawen, Atanvardo, Calale, Elladan, and Elrohir spent much time together, and I was happy for my cousins, seeing that they were making more close friends. Looking away from the balcony, I knew that soon Calale and myself would follow Atanvardo to Rivendell, and I wondered what it was like.
"What are you thinking arwen en aminmilady?" Glorfindel startled me out of my thoughts with his question. Looking at the elven lord I told him, "I only wonder what Rivendell was like.and please call me Nolwe, milady is to proper." Glorfindel seemed to smile again, as if sharing a private joke, "I think that you will enjoy it Nolwe. It has it's own beauty which is different from Lothlorien."
It seemed that was the end of the conversation for we were called back to the meeting. Before long the time for Atanvardo to leave had come. I did not cry, but I did tell him one thing. Calling him over before he left I spoke to him, "*Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish. Do not give up hope . Know that your sister and myself will be with you shortly. Good luck. Aa' menealle nauva calen ar' maltamay your ways be green and golden" Stepping back I said farewell to the other members of the party, before joining Calale on the side. With one final glance they rode away, and Calale and I cried as hard as our bodies would let us.
Thankyou to the people who have reviewed my work. I really appreciate it! Thankyou!!!!
* quote by John Quincy Adams