((Author's note: After rereading and reexamining my story, I realized
that it is very hard to pronounce the names of my characters. So I have
decided to help you. Firithfalas- Fir- (as in the tree)- ith- (sounds as it
is written)- fa- (as in the beginning of fall)- las- (as in lassie). Well
now for the more difficult one. Nilcoirewen- Nil- (the I in Nil, sounds
like a long e)- co- (coo as in a bird cooing)- ir- (sounds like ear)- e-
(sounds like the letter a)- wen- (same as the ending of Arwen). Well, that
is all I have for now, and hopefully it will be easier for you to
understand. Enjoy.))
"She has placed me in charge of the whole entourage of Mirkwood. That includes meals, sleeping quarters, and decorations. Damn it, why me?" Firith moaned.
"Well it could be worse," Nilwen added.
"How pray tell?"
"I lied, it can't." The elf giggled.
With that Firith handed Nilwen a list of 'to do' things. "There, now get these done."
Nilwen ran off to complete her list. She whistled euphoniously, and a magnificent black stallion cantered to her. Within a blink of an eye, she was off galloping through the leaves of Lorien. Her first destination was to the haven of Haldir. Nilwen swiftly alighted from her charger, and knocked quietly on the door. Within a moment the doors was thrown open, and out stepped an elf, not but a head taller than she, dressed in splendid attire.
"Vedui*Haldir," Nilwen voiced.
"Ah, Nilcoirewen, nae saian luume',"* he returned gratefully.
"I have a request for you Haldir, from Firithfalas."
"Of course, what does she wish of me?"
"She asks you, in utmost respect, to greet Thranduil and his company upon their arrival to Lothlorien."
"Aye, milady, I shall gather my high elves, and await their entry."
"Thank you Haldir."
"Ever is my happiness to please you. Vanimle sila tiri,*" he smiled and silently shut the door.
Nilwen stood for a moment, not knowing whether to move, or to stay. She was astonished at the words. 'Dear Valar!' she cried out in her mind. Her stallion nudged her shoulder, as if in suggestion to depart. Climbing upon his back, they sailed again through the quiet aromatic air. She had much to do for Firith, and would not let her friend be disheartened. Nilwen stopped at the kitchens next. There was need for much food for the arrival banquet tonight. She gave the dragging list to the cooks, and was off again. 'To the servants accommodations now, aye, that is where I shall go next.' The elf checked her stallion, and he changed his course to the southern edge of Lorien. "Noro Lim! Noro Lim!" That was enough for the stallion to flare up his nostrils and burst into a dead gallop. They came into a clearing where many maiden servants were washing garments. They bowed low as the stallion halted. Nilwen asked the elves politely if they would endure an entire two weeks of serving the retinue of Thranduil. They nodded and continued their work.
Nilwen turned the black steed again to the north, and bounded across the woodlands. 'The poor servants, sometimes I regret having so many. I shall ask Galadriel sometime to set them free. But until then, I shall continue this accursed schedule.' She was beginning to drift off into a dream when her horse suddenly stopped and reared. There, upon the ground, was an elf in a puddle of crimson blood.
((Author's note: Sorry to leave you hanging but I have to end this chapter somehow. Review if you want more!)) *Vedui- Greetings *Nae saian luume'- It has been too long. *Vanimle sila tiri- Your beauty shines bright.
"She has placed me in charge of the whole entourage of Mirkwood. That includes meals, sleeping quarters, and decorations. Damn it, why me?" Firith moaned.
"Well it could be worse," Nilwen added.
"How pray tell?"
"I lied, it can't." The elf giggled.
With that Firith handed Nilwen a list of 'to do' things. "There, now get these done."
Nilwen ran off to complete her list. She whistled euphoniously, and a magnificent black stallion cantered to her. Within a blink of an eye, she was off galloping through the leaves of Lorien. Her first destination was to the haven of Haldir. Nilwen swiftly alighted from her charger, and knocked quietly on the door. Within a moment the doors was thrown open, and out stepped an elf, not but a head taller than she, dressed in splendid attire.
"Vedui*Haldir," Nilwen voiced.
"Ah, Nilcoirewen, nae saian luume',"* he returned gratefully.
"I have a request for you Haldir, from Firithfalas."
"Of course, what does she wish of me?"
"She asks you, in utmost respect, to greet Thranduil and his company upon their arrival to Lothlorien."
"Aye, milady, I shall gather my high elves, and await their entry."
"Thank you Haldir."
"Ever is my happiness to please you. Vanimle sila tiri,*" he smiled and silently shut the door.
Nilwen stood for a moment, not knowing whether to move, or to stay. She was astonished at the words. 'Dear Valar!' she cried out in her mind. Her stallion nudged her shoulder, as if in suggestion to depart. Climbing upon his back, they sailed again through the quiet aromatic air. She had much to do for Firith, and would not let her friend be disheartened. Nilwen stopped at the kitchens next. There was need for much food for the arrival banquet tonight. She gave the dragging list to the cooks, and was off again. 'To the servants accommodations now, aye, that is where I shall go next.' The elf checked her stallion, and he changed his course to the southern edge of Lorien. "Noro Lim! Noro Lim!" That was enough for the stallion to flare up his nostrils and burst into a dead gallop. They came into a clearing where many maiden servants were washing garments. They bowed low as the stallion halted. Nilwen asked the elves politely if they would endure an entire two weeks of serving the retinue of Thranduil. They nodded and continued their work.
Nilwen turned the black steed again to the north, and bounded across the woodlands. 'The poor servants, sometimes I regret having so many. I shall ask Galadriel sometime to set them free. But until then, I shall continue this accursed schedule.' She was beginning to drift off into a dream when her horse suddenly stopped and reared. There, upon the ground, was an elf in a puddle of crimson blood.
((Author's note: Sorry to leave you hanging but I have to end this chapter somehow. Review if you want more!)) *Vedui- Greetings *Nae saian luume'- It has been too long. *Vanimle sila tiri- Your beauty shines bright.
