It was the night before Sorenth would leave with the company on the
journey into Mordor and her fate would become uncertain, that she found the
Man known as Ararun standing alone in the castle garden. He stood tall and
regal; clad in an outfit of shimmering silver he looked momentarily
unearthly but the image faded and all that was left was a young human
standing in admiration to the stars.
The soft grass glistened under the moonlight. Flowers were blooming into beautiful varieties of colors and fragrances. Spring had almost reached its fullest in the last few weeks and so the season's beauty was spread throughout the land in an abundance. The steady roll of water from a nearby fall came in unison with the distant call of an owl to form nature's peaceful melody. Mist drifted from the waterfall and clung to the elf and human.
He turned and glanced over his shoulder with peaceful smile upon his face, "My lady Sorenth, would you do me the honor to join me in a moment or two of star-gazing?"
The elven princess returned the smile and walked over to his side. Her emerald gown fluttered softly behind her in the night wind and as she spoke her voice was quiet, "Lord Ararun it would be my honor. But I must ask something of you."
He raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What is it you need?"
"We are to travel together for quite awhile," she said and add, "and as so, I would like for you to think of me as a friend not princess."
"Most certainly, Sorenth. I would hope you could do the same for me as well." He said.
"Indeed," she nodded, "but my friends do not call me Sorenth, I am known as Ren to them."
He chuckled, "Very well, Ren." His eyes left her and returned to the sky and after the passing of much silence he asked, "Are they not beautiful?"
"They are fair to look at. I myself, come up here nightly to gaze up at them. I admire the stars as human mortals often admire an elven's beauty. They are so far away-unable to be touched by any." She said.
"Are you not of the elves yourself? You speak as if you are only an observer and not a princess, one of the most fairest of them all!" Ararun said.
She laughed gently, "In the eyes of a mortal I might seem fair, Ararun. But among the elven folk, I am nothing but a puddle compared to others who are as great as seas in their loveliness. However, it is not in beauty I strive to be great in but with more practical and worthwhile things, such as perfecting my fighting skills. Things that with time grow into perfection, oppose to good looks which even for an immortal elf eventually loose their glamour."
"Say what you will, but I have lived in Rivendell almost all my life and never have I seen someone such as yourself. It is not your sheer looks that capture a man's attention but the mystery and quiet confidence in your stride." His lightly hued eyes met hers with a flicker of warmth.
"I have been meaning to ask you of your home. I did not know mortal men walked the halls of Rivendell; tell me does Elrond and his daughter, Everstar, still dwell there? I have read of them from books in the library but never have I seen them. Do you perhaps have elven blood?"
He shook his head, "In the time I stayed there I did not see neither of them. And I was raised among the elves residing there until my eighteenth birthday. They would not tell me whom my real father and mother were and as of late I still do not know. I assume that my parents must have come from some well lineage if they could have me raised in the house of Elrond. They did give me this though," he lifted his left hand to show a band of silver studded with only a single ruby, "they told me if I was to come upon my father he would bare a band exactly like this."
"I pray you find them someday. It must be lonely, to live such a life without knowledge of your heritage." She whispered.
Ararun placed a hand over his heart, "Yes it is, but it does me well to have the prayers of you, Ren!"
The two carried on with pleasant conversation far into the night before at last they returned to their rooms to retire. Sorenth fell to her bed with a content sigh, it had been many years since she had spoken to another about things other then what stirred in her own homeland. Her mind buzzed with images of far off places and strange folks, a whole new world had seemed to open up to her in only the matter of one short while. And she had Ararun to thank for it! It was quite different to hear someone speak of such interesting things for they had seen it with their own eyes then oppose to reading of it in a dirty old book. Perhaps, she too shall go see places like Hobbiton and Rivendell, or Mirkwood and Lorien and then someday, Sorenth would bring her stories home to share with others of her people who had never seen such.
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Author's Note: Well its kind of short for the moment but I will be continuing this chapter with the Part 2. And this story will BEGAN. Oh yes, what fun it will be with three hyper hobbits and female dwarf with an axe who has no qualms with using it. Mwha.
The soft grass glistened under the moonlight. Flowers were blooming into beautiful varieties of colors and fragrances. Spring had almost reached its fullest in the last few weeks and so the season's beauty was spread throughout the land in an abundance. The steady roll of water from a nearby fall came in unison with the distant call of an owl to form nature's peaceful melody. Mist drifted from the waterfall and clung to the elf and human.
He turned and glanced over his shoulder with peaceful smile upon his face, "My lady Sorenth, would you do me the honor to join me in a moment or two of star-gazing?"
The elven princess returned the smile and walked over to his side. Her emerald gown fluttered softly behind her in the night wind and as she spoke her voice was quiet, "Lord Ararun it would be my honor. But I must ask something of you."
He raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What is it you need?"
"We are to travel together for quite awhile," she said and add, "and as so, I would like for you to think of me as a friend not princess."
"Most certainly, Sorenth. I would hope you could do the same for me as well." He said.
"Indeed," she nodded, "but my friends do not call me Sorenth, I am known as Ren to them."
He chuckled, "Very well, Ren." His eyes left her and returned to the sky and after the passing of much silence he asked, "Are they not beautiful?"
"They are fair to look at. I myself, come up here nightly to gaze up at them. I admire the stars as human mortals often admire an elven's beauty. They are so far away-unable to be touched by any." She said.
"Are you not of the elves yourself? You speak as if you are only an observer and not a princess, one of the most fairest of them all!" Ararun said.
She laughed gently, "In the eyes of a mortal I might seem fair, Ararun. But among the elven folk, I am nothing but a puddle compared to others who are as great as seas in their loveliness. However, it is not in beauty I strive to be great in but with more practical and worthwhile things, such as perfecting my fighting skills. Things that with time grow into perfection, oppose to good looks which even for an immortal elf eventually loose their glamour."
"Say what you will, but I have lived in Rivendell almost all my life and never have I seen someone such as yourself. It is not your sheer looks that capture a man's attention but the mystery and quiet confidence in your stride." His lightly hued eyes met hers with a flicker of warmth.
"I have been meaning to ask you of your home. I did not know mortal men walked the halls of Rivendell; tell me does Elrond and his daughter, Everstar, still dwell there? I have read of them from books in the library but never have I seen them. Do you perhaps have elven blood?"
He shook his head, "In the time I stayed there I did not see neither of them. And I was raised among the elves residing there until my eighteenth birthday. They would not tell me whom my real father and mother were and as of late I still do not know. I assume that my parents must have come from some well lineage if they could have me raised in the house of Elrond. They did give me this though," he lifted his left hand to show a band of silver studded with only a single ruby, "they told me if I was to come upon my father he would bare a band exactly like this."
"I pray you find them someday. It must be lonely, to live such a life without knowledge of your heritage." She whispered.
Ararun placed a hand over his heart, "Yes it is, but it does me well to have the prayers of you, Ren!"
The two carried on with pleasant conversation far into the night before at last they returned to their rooms to retire. Sorenth fell to her bed with a content sigh, it had been many years since she had spoken to another about things other then what stirred in her own homeland. Her mind buzzed with images of far off places and strange folks, a whole new world had seemed to open up to her in only the matter of one short while. And she had Ararun to thank for it! It was quite different to hear someone speak of such interesting things for they had seen it with their own eyes then oppose to reading of it in a dirty old book. Perhaps, she too shall go see places like Hobbiton and Rivendell, or Mirkwood and Lorien and then someday, Sorenth would bring her stories home to share with others of her people who had never seen such.
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Author's Note: Well its kind of short for the moment but I will be continuing this chapter with the Part 2. And this story will BEGAN. Oh yes, what fun it will be with three hyper hobbits and female dwarf with an axe who has no qualms with using it. Mwha.