By the way, this happens about one hundred years before Frodo and the ring,
so, yea. Thought I'd mention that! I'm sorry how late this chapter is! I
had to go out of town, didn't have time to write, and all this crap. Okay,
here we go...
Interpreted Names
"So you say Brilagarwa...or whatever her name is, will some day save Mirkwood or something? Save it from what?" Lauren asked, turning away from the strange painting.
"Well, we were never sure if she would really come, but Mirkwood was named well, for it is 'murky' and evil. There are beasts in the forest untamable," Legolas answered, looking down at his feet.
"What sort of animals?" Lauren pressed.
"Wargs are treacherous. They can only be evil and wild in these woods and even worse, they have befriended goblins, which makes them very dangerous. Then we have griffins, sly, but also mysterious. We do not know much of their ways or how they think. We have others, of course, but too many to name, most of them secretive and kept to themselves. Nonetheless they are evil and the forest grows darker. If only we could be sure we are safe for a long time."
Lauren nodded. "Well, I hope your Brilagalarer comes and saves you guys. I just want to find my way home."
"Brilaglarwen," Legolas corrected. "And don't be so sure you're not her."
She jumped with surprise at his words. "What, you can't be serious!" Lauren objected.
"You could be her!" Legolas answered. "Why not?"
"Because...I could never save anyone!" she answered. "Haven't I already made it clear? Can I just go to my room now? Help me find my way there, please."
Legolas sighed. "Very well."
"Thank you, Legolas," Lauren said as she reached her door. "It was great having someone to talk to. I don't like this place much, I would like to go home." She looked hard into Legolas's crystal blue eyes. "You've at least made this easier..."
He took her hand and kissed it. "I am sorry you must be here, then, Lady Lauren. But maybe you'll like it. I hope it might grow on you. I will see you tomorrow and you shall meet the king...my father."
Then he turned, his light glossy hair dancing on his shoulders as he left. "Good-bye," she muttered and went into her room.
There was a knock on her door. Then another. And another. And another. Finally, Lauren sat up in her bed. "What do you want, Noah?!" she cried still feeling half asleep. Then her eyes sort of popped wide open as she noticed this was NOT her room in South Carolina and someone came in that was NOT her little brother, but an young Elven girl.
"Your attendance is requested of the king," she said.
"I'm what?"
"The king wishes to speak with you, my lady," she repeated.
"Oh," Lauren said, crawling out of bed in some of the underclothes she had been put in under her poofy dress she had worn yesterday. The maid giggled. "That's not your sleepwear, my lady. Those are underwear!"
Lauren rolled her eyes. "Yes, whatever. Now can you tell me what to wear so I wont go out there looking like a clown?"
The maid looked confused, but nodded in agreement. "You will look beautiful, my child. You have the beauty of a gold princess," she said, combing Lauren's hair with her hand. "Now, we'll get you ready to see the King Thranduil."
"Father, she looks identical," Legolas said for probably the third time. "I find it almost scary how much she looks like the painting."
King Thranduil shook his head. "And you know what the priests said when they interpreted my dream..."
"...that we would wed," Legolas said. "But something about her is dark, sad, mysterious... she sulks and her thoughts consist of her people. I'm confused. Could she be Brilaglarwen?"
"We will interpret her name into the very old Quenya and if her name proves to be the same...we will be sure it is her."
The young blond girl entered the King's chamber in a dark green robe. "Your majesty?" she said, trying to think of how she should act in front of a king.
King Thranduil circled her. She noticed he was beautiful and looked very young, but the sparkle in his eyes that seemed to be so much knowledge in an old mind, made her guess he was very old. His hair was blond like Legolas's, but more of a silvery-white instead of golden and his face was brightly colored and his cheeks were warm pink.
"I cannot deny that your face is so much like the Angel of the Green-elves, Brilaglar, young maiden of Mirkwood."
Lauren blinked blankly and didn't answer. What was she supposed to say to this person who thought she was some hero? She didn't want to disappoint these people, but how could she play along?
"What is your full given name, child?"
"Lauren Nicole Charles," she answered.
The King turned to a servant. "Bring me some sort of ancient Quenya tuule [name] dictionary, Thiwen!" he said, then turn back to Lauren. "Would you like to hear the story, Lauren? Would you care to hear of Brilaglarwen?"
She nodded with curiosity. Who was this 'Brilaglarwen' anyways?
The king smiled approvingly. "All right then, we shall begin...
"There was once a time when these forests were pure and bright, without any sense of evil. A dark Lord, Sauron, made this place a very evil forest. That part of the story isn't very important, so I will tell you very little of it, but Sauron left our Mirkwood for a bigger place. Mordor is where he breeds his creatures and spreads his evilness. Still, we wondered if Mirkwood would ever be the same. The hand of Sauron had darkened our once beautiful wood.
The forest has off and on gotten better and worse, but there have been no dramatic changes. Sometimes orcs cause problems and I wished I could just finish the trouble for good. I had a dream of one girl standing in a forest. She pulled out some sort of checkered-board and up came some sort of orc-chieftain. Well, they sat on opposite sides of this large checkered board. On one side, her pieces were elves and griffins, but the orc- chieftain had orcs and a few troll pieces. And they fought some sort of strange battle-game and the girl had stolen every piece of orc's. He ran away, cursing in his evil tongue at the girl.
I awoke and had many priests try to interpret my dream. They all came with the same answer: a woman would save Mirkwood. More pacifically, like an angel of the elves, to protect us."
Lauren stood up from a chair she had sat in during the story and shook her head. "It's a nice story, your majesty, but it cannot be me. I could never same a kingdom of ELVES..."
"I never said you had to," Thranduil answered. "You may leave if you wish. You have my permission so walk free in my palace. You may enter all doors in the gold hall, but the silver hall's rooms are private rooms that belong to my subjects."
"Good-bye," Lauren said.
"Namarie," the king answered. Then the servant came in and handed King Thranduil a book. "This has interpretations of all sorts, your majesty."
"Good, thank you."
The king flipped through millions of names till he found the one that interested him. "Brilaglar [wen], ancient name meaning cheerful half-elven. Interpreted in other languages: Brithalin, Rlolahmnin Reh Thorsewea, Laurene Nicolea Charls."
"Lauren Nicole Charles!" said the kind in surprise. "Also said Laurene Nicolea Charls in the elder English. She is her, then!"
Okay, the adventure should come soon :) So bear with me please!!!!!
Interpreted Names
"So you say Brilagarwa...or whatever her name is, will some day save Mirkwood or something? Save it from what?" Lauren asked, turning away from the strange painting.
"Well, we were never sure if she would really come, but Mirkwood was named well, for it is 'murky' and evil. There are beasts in the forest untamable," Legolas answered, looking down at his feet.
"What sort of animals?" Lauren pressed.
"Wargs are treacherous. They can only be evil and wild in these woods and even worse, they have befriended goblins, which makes them very dangerous. Then we have griffins, sly, but also mysterious. We do not know much of their ways or how they think. We have others, of course, but too many to name, most of them secretive and kept to themselves. Nonetheless they are evil and the forest grows darker. If only we could be sure we are safe for a long time."
Lauren nodded. "Well, I hope your Brilagalarer comes and saves you guys. I just want to find my way home."
"Brilaglarwen," Legolas corrected. "And don't be so sure you're not her."
She jumped with surprise at his words. "What, you can't be serious!" Lauren objected.
"You could be her!" Legolas answered. "Why not?"
"Because...I could never save anyone!" she answered. "Haven't I already made it clear? Can I just go to my room now? Help me find my way there, please."
Legolas sighed. "Very well."
"Thank you, Legolas," Lauren said as she reached her door. "It was great having someone to talk to. I don't like this place much, I would like to go home." She looked hard into Legolas's crystal blue eyes. "You've at least made this easier..."
He took her hand and kissed it. "I am sorry you must be here, then, Lady Lauren. But maybe you'll like it. I hope it might grow on you. I will see you tomorrow and you shall meet the king...my father."
Then he turned, his light glossy hair dancing on his shoulders as he left. "Good-bye," she muttered and went into her room.
There was a knock on her door. Then another. And another. And another. Finally, Lauren sat up in her bed. "What do you want, Noah?!" she cried still feeling half asleep. Then her eyes sort of popped wide open as she noticed this was NOT her room in South Carolina and someone came in that was NOT her little brother, but an young Elven girl.
"Your attendance is requested of the king," she said.
"I'm what?"
"The king wishes to speak with you, my lady," she repeated.
"Oh," Lauren said, crawling out of bed in some of the underclothes she had been put in under her poofy dress she had worn yesterday. The maid giggled. "That's not your sleepwear, my lady. Those are underwear!"
Lauren rolled her eyes. "Yes, whatever. Now can you tell me what to wear so I wont go out there looking like a clown?"
The maid looked confused, but nodded in agreement. "You will look beautiful, my child. You have the beauty of a gold princess," she said, combing Lauren's hair with her hand. "Now, we'll get you ready to see the King Thranduil."
"Father, she looks identical," Legolas said for probably the third time. "I find it almost scary how much she looks like the painting."
King Thranduil shook his head. "And you know what the priests said when they interpreted my dream..."
"...that we would wed," Legolas said. "But something about her is dark, sad, mysterious... she sulks and her thoughts consist of her people. I'm confused. Could she be Brilaglarwen?"
"We will interpret her name into the very old Quenya and if her name proves to be the same...we will be sure it is her."
The young blond girl entered the King's chamber in a dark green robe. "Your majesty?" she said, trying to think of how she should act in front of a king.
King Thranduil circled her. She noticed he was beautiful and looked very young, but the sparkle in his eyes that seemed to be so much knowledge in an old mind, made her guess he was very old. His hair was blond like Legolas's, but more of a silvery-white instead of golden and his face was brightly colored and his cheeks were warm pink.
"I cannot deny that your face is so much like the Angel of the Green-elves, Brilaglar, young maiden of Mirkwood."
Lauren blinked blankly and didn't answer. What was she supposed to say to this person who thought she was some hero? She didn't want to disappoint these people, but how could she play along?
"What is your full given name, child?"
"Lauren Nicole Charles," she answered.
The King turned to a servant. "Bring me some sort of ancient Quenya tuule [name] dictionary, Thiwen!" he said, then turn back to Lauren. "Would you like to hear the story, Lauren? Would you care to hear of Brilaglarwen?"
She nodded with curiosity. Who was this 'Brilaglarwen' anyways?
The king smiled approvingly. "All right then, we shall begin...
"There was once a time when these forests were pure and bright, without any sense of evil. A dark Lord, Sauron, made this place a very evil forest. That part of the story isn't very important, so I will tell you very little of it, but Sauron left our Mirkwood for a bigger place. Mordor is where he breeds his creatures and spreads his evilness. Still, we wondered if Mirkwood would ever be the same. The hand of Sauron had darkened our once beautiful wood.
The forest has off and on gotten better and worse, but there have been no dramatic changes. Sometimes orcs cause problems and I wished I could just finish the trouble for good. I had a dream of one girl standing in a forest. She pulled out some sort of checkered-board and up came some sort of orc-chieftain. Well, they sat on opposite sides of this large checkered board. On one side, her pieces were elves and griffins, but the orc- chieftain had orcs and a few troll pieces. And they fought some sort of strange battle-game and the girl had stolen every piece of orc's. He ran away, cursing in his evil tongue at the girl.
I awoke and had many priests try to interpret my dream. They all came with the same answer: a woman would save Mirkwood. More pacifically, like an angel of the elves, to protect us."
Lauren stood up from a chair she had sat in during the story and shook her head. "It's a nice story, your majesty, but it cannot be me. I could never same a kingdom of ELVES..."
"I never said you had to," Thranduil answered. "You may leave if you wish. You have my permission so walk free in my palace. You may enter all doors in the gold hall, but the silver hall's rooms are private rooms that belong to my subjects."
"Good-bye," Lauren said.
"Namarie," the king answered. Then the servant came in and handed King Thranduil a book. "This has interpretations of all sorts, your majesty."
"Good, thank you."
The king flipped through millions of names till he found the one that interested him. "Brilaglar [wen], ancient name meaning cheerful half-elven. Interpreted in other languages: Brithalin, Rlolahmnin Reh Thorsewea, Laurene Nicolea Charls."
"Lauren Nicole Charles!" said the kind in surprise. "Also said Laurene Nicolea Charls in the elder English. She is her, then!"
Okay, the adventure should come soon :) So bear with me please!!!!!