Nenya, Narya, Vilya, & Linya
Chapter Two
By Aimi
~*~
I watched as Alkar fidgeted in her saddle and complain about the weather was messing up her hair, my brother was trying to cool her temper with news he had heard outside our home and the such.
Leafs of deep brown and gold amber colored fell upon the ground.
To me it seemed like another beautiful fall day in Middle-Earth, a peaceful one.
We all three were waiting for Lammen to come. Today we would be going to Gondor, today is one more day less when the time comes for Lammen to leave for Mithlond.
"Where did you get that?" Asked Dolenhen as he eyed the ring on my hand.
Alkar looked sharply at the ring and huffed a bit. "So she chose you instead of me. Typical of her."
I looked around dully, "What good is this thing for. Alkar, it's most stupidest ring ever created. It was just made to make Adar and Atara happy and not get jealous of their neighbors." Father and Mother I looked at the ring and mentally cursed it and it's stupid power. Music. What a waste.
Dolenhen yawned a yawn of being bored with our talk of Linya, "Alkar, tell me what would you do if Lammen did give you Linya?" He's voice lazy and bored sounding, "How did you find out about it anyway, Alkar? It was suppose to be a secret amongst our parents and Lammen."
Alkar was quick to avoid further questioning, "What about you? How do you know about
'it'?"
"Quit your bickering, your no longer little children." Lammen snapped as she left the
stable, looking radiant in her riding dress of emerald green. Radiant she might look, a tryant in the morning she was.
A light south breeze blew and scattered leafs about. Fall, it was almost as beautiful as Spring. Alas my siblings attitudes were souring the day. I tuned out everything, something told me this was going to be a long journey.
~*~
We reached the gates of White City just before sunset and towards the end of a hymn to Elbereth. At least Lammen made the trip a little less stressful by keeping our thoughts from that stupid ring, by talking and singing.
I looked down at it and thought how stupid it was.
All along the walls of the city were guards. They all stood proud in their shiny armor, looking out for any signs of trouble.
Dolenhen gave them all a dull look as we rode away inside the gate, leaving it behind us, "Hmm looks like they don't have enough guards..." He's voice very sarcastic and dry.
From inside Gondor we were met by a party of nobles. Some I already knew. Thranduil of Mirkwood, which was once more now Greenwood, Eomer of Rohan, Peregrin Took of the Shire, and Gloin of the Misty Mountain, the rest I did not know.
Eomer stepped forward to my sister, "I am glad you could come, neighbor from the north. I hope you enjoy your stay here, Lady Amanlammen."
Thranduil gave us siblings a quick wink and then proceeded to bow his head a bit to Lammen. "Mae govannen! It has been a long time, mellon."
After what seemed to be several hours (Which was really fifteen minutes), we finally made our way to the palace.
I was hoping we'd be shown our rooms, wrong. More introductions!
Royal etiquette, something that we use too much of, it's enough to drive an orc crazy.
~*~
I wandered around the many vast hallways after a private dinner with my family. The really festive parties and ceremonies would start tomorrow.
"Lindëoelena was it?" A deep man's voice's said.
I turned around, a bit perturbed, "Yes." I said softly, well it was more of a squeak.
He looked familiar, but I hadn't a clue from where, "Then it has come time." He stood at a distance
My ears perked a bit, something wasn't right with this man.
He looked like any other mortal, dressed a bit like he's been out fighting, but pretty much normal looking. "Are you talking about Aragorn's newborn son?"
He's clear blue eyes looked at the floor, his features were deep in thought. "No, about you. It has taken a bit of time for the--" He stopped.
I could hear hurried foot steps up the hall, so I turned to see who was coming.
Alkar nearly tackled me, "Guess who I saw, little sister?"
I looked behind me to find the man gone, so I turned back to my sibling, "Man?" Who
She jumped up and down, "The most handsome bachelor elf besides Elrond's sons!"
Okay this is where she had me clueless, "Haldir of Lorien?"
She rolled her eyes, "No dummy, Sauron of Mordor!" She lightly shoved me, "Come on, your not such a childish thing that you have no clue about Thranduil's son?"
What does she think I am? Like Galadriel and I too have a mirror?
"A son?" I said weakly looking for a way to escape my sister's annoying chit chat.
She let a frustrated growl and threw her hands in the air, "Look never mind." She turned around and walked away.
I too, walked away from that hallway and into another, which I heard someone singing a
song. In elvish. A lullaby. The song seemed to be coming from a room at the end of the hall, so I peek in.
It had to be Arwen, Queen of Gondor, I thought.
She held her newborn, pacing back and forth singing in a lulling voice to him.
It kind of made me long for my own mother. She would always sing us children to sleep.
I broke free from thought as the Mother Queen caught sight of me.
"You look sad." She said as she laid the child in it's crib, "What troubles one as little as yourself?"
I bowed politely. "A minor longing for my mother, your majesty. She has left my family along with my father for the Gray Havens years before."
She smiled at me in understanding. "I too know the feeling. Are you the youngest sibling of Lady Amanlammen?"
I nodded and finally allowed myself step completely into the room, "I am Lindëoelena of Dolenlond."
"And you've recently acquired the ring of your land?" She graceful sat in a chair and
motion for me to sit in the one opposite of her own seat.
I sat down and twisted my hands into my skirt, "I did, but I really don't see a need for this ring to have a ring bearer."
Arwen nodded, "Understandable. Linya is a ring that is hardly known of or spoken of. But
it could be that it's because that your kind hardly leave the haven of Dolenlond.But some things that happen were never again spoken of."
That got my fancy. "Like what?"
Arwen sighed. "My father said he knew, but he's no longer here, but where your own parents are."
A servant entered the room, "Your majesty, Queen Eowyn wishes to speak with you."
Arwen nodded and stood, "I shall be their soon."
I stood up too and curtsy, "Good evening, your majesty."
She smiled and walked with me to the door, "Call me Arwen in private, for you are a
friend and fellow kin."
"Then I shall just be Lindë then, both public and private." I said with a small smile.
~*~
I woke up, thinking I heard some singing in my ear.
"Alkar?" I hissed to the bed across from mine in the large room, "Alkar!?"
All I got was a snore and something that sounded like a 'shut up'
I looked around the dark room. It was hot and stuffy in here.
"A!" I said as I left my bed to open the french doors to the terrace to allow a fresh breeze
to come in. O! I breathed deeply, thinking to myself that I had dreamt I heard singing.
The voice was neither male nor female, not loud nor soft, it seemed to sing in a mixture of elvish and black speech.
Something caught my eye on a the ground three stories below in the courtyard.
I didn't get a chance to actually look to see who it was, because something near me was singing again.
My ears perked up at the sound and I looked around, I did see nor find anyone in the room. The singing stopped, that was strange.
This was going to be a long night for me.
TBC
AN: Before I become a totally flake. Thanks for the reviews.
Most defiantly to my fellow writer and favorite potato, RP-chan!
And also to my beta reader and good friend, Meggie, for reading over this chapter and
making it worthy for others to read.
Chapter Two
By Aimi
~*~
I watched as Alkar fidgeted in her saddle and complain about the weather was messing up her hair, my brother was trying to cool her temper with news he had heard outside our home and the such.
Leafs of deep brown and gold amber colored fell upon the ground.
To me it seemed like another beautiful fall day in Middle-Earth, a peaceful one.
We all three were waiting for Lammen to come. Today we would be going to Gondor, today is one more day less when the time comes for Lammen to leave for Mithlond.
"Where did you get that?" Asked Dolenhen as he eyed the ring on my hand.
Alkar looked sharply at the ring and huffed a bit. "So she chose you instead of me. Typical of her."
I looked around dully, "What good is this thing for. Alkar, it's most stupidest ring ever created. It was just made to make Adar and Atara happy and not get jealous of their neighbors." Father and Mother I looked at the ring and mentally cursed it and it's stupid power. Music. What a waste.
Dolenhen yawned a yawn of being bored with our talk of Linya, "Alkar, tell me what would you do if Lammen did give you Linya?" He's voice lazy and bored sounding, "How did you find out about it anyway, Alkar? It was suppose to be a secret amongst our parents and Lammen."
Alkar was quick to avoid further questioning, "What about you? How do you know about
'it'?"
"Quit your bickering, your no longer little children." Lammen snapped as she left the
stable, looking radiant in her riding dress of emerald green. Radiant she might look, a tryant in the morning she was.
A light south breeze blew and scattered leafs about. Fall, it was almost as beautiful as Spring. Alas my siblings attitudes were souring the day. I tuned out everything, something told me this was going to be a long journey.
~*~
We reached the gates of White City just before sunset and towards the end of a hymn to Elbereth. At least Lammen made the trip a little less stressful by keeping our thoughts from that stupid ring, by talking and singing.
I looked down at it and thought how stupid it was.
All along the walls of the city were guards. They all stood proud in their shiny armor, looking out for any signs of trouble.
Dolenhen gave them all a dull look as we rode away inside the gate, leaving it behind us, "Hmm looks like they don't have enough guards..." He's voice very sarcastic and dry.
From inside Gondor we were met by a party of nobles. Some I already knew. Thranduil of Mirkwood, which was once more now Greenwood, Eomer of Rohan, Peregrin Took of the Shire, and Gloin of the Misty Mountain, the rest I did not know.
Eomer stepped forward to my sister, "I am glad you could come, neighbor from the north. I hope you enjoy your stay here, Lady Amanlammen."
Thranduil gave us siblings a quick wink and then proceeded to bow his head a bit to Lammen. "Mae govannen! It has been a long time, mellon."
After what seemed to be several hours (Which was really fifteen minutes), we finally made our way to the palace.
I was hoping we'd be shown our rooms, wrong. More introductions!
Royal etiquette, something that we use too much of, it's enough to drive an orc crazy.
~*~
I wandered around the many vast hallways after a private dinner with my family. The really festive parties and ceremonies would start tomorrow.
"Lindëoelena was it?" A deep man's voice's said.
I turned around, a bit perturbed, "Yes." I said softly, well it was more of a squeak.
He looked familiar, but I hadn't a clue from where, "Then it has come time." He stood at a distance
My ears perked a bit, something wasn't right with this man.
He looked like any other mortal, dressed a bit like he's been out fighting, but pretty much normal looking. "Are you talking about Aragorn's newborn son?"
He's clear blue eyes looked at the floor, his features were deep in thought. "No, about you. It has taken a bit of time for the--" He stopped.
I could hear hurried foot steps up the hall, so I turned to see who was coming.
Alkar nearly tackled me, "Guess who I saw, little sister?"
I looked behind me to find the man gone, so I turned back to my sibling, "Man?" Who
She jumped up and down, "The most handsome bachelor elf besides Elrond's sons!"
Okay this is where she had me clueless, "Haldir of Lorien?"
She rolled her eyes, "No dummy, Sauron of Mordor!" She lightly shoved me, "Come on, your not such a childish thing that you have no clue about Thranduil's son?"
What does she think I am? Like Galadriel and I too have a mirror?
"A son?" I said weakly looking for a way to escape my sister's annoying chit chat.
She let a frustrated growl and threw her hands in the air, "Look never mind." She turned around and walked away.
I too, walked away from that hallway and into another, which I heard someone singing a
song. In elvish. A lullaby. The song seemed to be coming from a room at the end of the hall, so I peek in.
It had to be Arwen, Queen of Gondor, I thought.
She held her newborn, pacing back and forth singing in a lulling voice to him.
It kind of made me long for my own mother. She would always sing us children to sleep.
I broke free from thought as the Mother Queen caught sight of me.
"You look sad." She said as she laid the child in it's crib, "What troubles one as little as yourself?"
I bowed politely. "A minor longing for my mother, your majesty. She has left my family along with my father for the Gray Havens years before."
She smiled at me in understanding. "I too know the feeling. Are you the youngest sibling of Lady Amanlammen?"
I nodded and finally allowed myself step completely into the room, "I am Lindëoelena of Dolenlond."
"And you've recently acquired the ring of your land?" She graceful sat in a chair and
motion for me to sit in the one opposite of her own seat.
I sat down and twisted my hands into my skirt, "I did, but I really don't see a need for this ring to have a ring bearer."
Arwen nodded, "Understandable. Linya is a ring that is hardly known of or spoken of. But
it could be that it's because that your kind hardly leave the haven of Dolenlond.But some things that happen were never again spoken of."
That got my fancy. "Like what?"
Arwen sighed. "My father said he knew, but he's no longer here, but where your own parents are."
A servant entered the room, "Your majesty, Queen Eowyn wishes to speak with you."
Arwen nodded and stood, "I shall be their soon."
I stood up too and curtsy, "Good evening, your majesty."
She smiled and walked with me to the door, "Call me Arwen in private, for you are a
friend and fellow kin."
"Then I shall just be Lindë then, both public and private." I said with a small smile.
~*~
I woke up, thinking I heard some singing in my ear.
"Alkar?" I hissed to the bed across from mine in the large room, "Alkar!?"
All I got was a snore and something that sounded like a 'shut up'
I looked around the dark room. It was hot and stuffy in here.
"A!" I said as I left my bed to open the french doors to the terrace to allow a fresh breeze
to come in. O! I breathed deeply, thinking to myself that I had dreamt I heard singing.
The voice was neither male nor female, not loud nor soft, it seemed to sing in a mixture of elvish and black speech.
Something caught my eye on a the ground three stories below in the courtyard.
I didn't get a chance to actually look to see who it was, because something near me was singing again.
My ears perked up at the sound and I looked around, I did see nor find anyone in the room. The singing stopped, that was strange.
This was going to be a long night for me.
TBC
AN: Before I become a totally flake. Thanks for the reviews.
Most defiantly to my fellow writer and favorite potato, RP-chan!
And also to my beta reader and good friend, Meggie, for reading over this chapter and
making it worthy for others to read.