((Author's note: oh dear, I smell the scent of cookies. I think I
might die if I don't eat one. :::grabs a cookie, sits back down. still
munching::: Oh very good, woops, got some crumbs on the keyboard. Well,
here's chapter 10))
As Firith gently swayed in Donturion's arms, she glanced over to the side grounds where a familiar elf was chuckling quietly to herself. 'Nilwen, you are definitely back to your old self.' Nilwen had always kept an eye on her, keeping her out of trouble all the time from the beginning. Firith strayed into their childhood memories.
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In a large section of the woods, where the birds sang together in one chorus, two small elven children could be spotted running recklessly through the woods. Firith, being more elf like, would always stray behind the other. Her golden tresses flowing delicately following her, her pale skin was that of the fresh white snow under the sun. Nilwen, an unrefined elven child, was sprinting and leaping over roots and vines. They both ran, each at their own pace, to the crystal like waters of Lorien.
"Nilwen! Wait for me!" Firith breathed.
With that Nilwen slowed her gait to a jog and looked down at the small flowers she seemed to have missed on her sprint. She stopped and stooped to smell their sweet scent. Firith came up quietly and pushed her into a puddle.
"Hey! I'll get you for that one, and remember, I've got the upper hand at running!" she yelled out after the laughing elf. She dashed towards the grove where Firith had disappeared. Approaching the copse, Nilwen squatted down, she always loved to imagine she was a valiant ranger, with a beautiful crafted sword at her side. Instead she was left with a bow and a quiver full of arrows. She sighed and went on to examine for traces of her hiding companion. A soft maiden's giggle came from atop a branch. Nilwen pretended not to hear, and went on investigating. Then, as swift as a wing of a hawk, she fitted an arrow to her string and cried out,
"Come out, or I'll have you shot!" she laughed silently under her breath, she had often heard the great archer Haldir say this to trespassers. Within moments Firith sprang out of the standing timber and raised her arms over her head in surrender. They both laughed and fell to the ground in a fit of giggles.
"Firithfalas! Nilcoirewen! Where in Valar's greatness are you two rambunctious elves?" the familiar voice called out.
"Here we are Maein! We were only playing," Firith confessed to their caretaker.
"I should have you both thrashed for this. Nilcoirewen! You are wearing a tunic again! For goodness sake, get your little legs home, as for you Firithfalas, you should know better than this."
"It's not her fault Maein, I was the one who suggested to go to the waters. It's my fault, I'm the one who should be punished. Besides, I'm used to your scoldings," Nilwen confessed.
"Oh? Well then, I think I shall send you to have some dresses fitted for you," the caretaker snickered.
Nilwen gasped and looked as if shot with arrows. Her face went suddenly blank pale. "Yes ma'am, was all she could reply.
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"Firith?" She was suddenly snapped into reality once more, here was Donturion looking quite distressed. "I thought you were going to faint for a moment." "Oh no, I was just thinking and meditating, I am sorry," Firith said apologetically.
"Tis nothing milady." He started to laugh and the maiden joined him. Then Firith gasped aloud. She was supposed to meet the Prince by the crystal waters.
"I must go Donturion, I was supposed to meet someone, oh dear, I hope I have not upset him." The last part of her sentence was more of a thought to herself.
The male elf released his grip and looked dispirited. Firith kissed him on the cheek and ran towards the waters. His face still in her mind, it was heart wrenching.
((Author's note: C is for cookie, oh cookie cookie cookie starts with C. Sorry, could resist. Hope you enjoyed! Review!))
As Firith gently swayed in Donturion's arms, she glanced over to the side grounds where a familiar elf was chuckling quietly to herself. 'Nilwen, you are definitely back to your old self.' Nilwen had always kept an eye on her, keeping her out of trouble all the time from the beginning. Firith strayed into their childhood memories.
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In a large section of the woods, where the birds sang together in one chorus, two small elven children could be spotted running recklessly through the woods. Firith, being more elf like, would always stray behind the other. Her golden tresses flowing delicately following her, her pale skin was that of the fresh white snow under the sun. Nilwen, an unrefined elven child, was sprinting and leaping over roots and vines. They both ran, each at their own pace, to the crystal like waters of Lorien.
"Nilwen! Wait for me!" Firith breathed.
With that Nilwen slowed her gait to a jog and looked down at the small flowers she seemed to have missed on her sprint. She stopped and stooped to smell their sweet scent. Firith came up quietly and pushed her into a puddle.
"Hey! I'll get you for that one, and remember, I've got the upper hand at running!" she yelled out after the laughing elf. She dashed towards the grove where Firith had disappeared. Approaching the copse, Nilwen squatted down, she always loved to imagine she was a valiant ranger, with a beautiful crafted sword at her side. Instead she was left with a bow and a quiver full of arrows. She sighed and went on to examine for traces of her hiding companion. A soft maiden's giggle came from atop a branch. Nilwen pretended not to hear, and went on investigating. Then, as swift as a wing of a hawk, she fitted an arrow to her string and cried out,
"Come out, or I'll have you shot!" she laughed silently under her breath, she had often heard the great archer Haldir say this to trespassers. Within moments Firith sprang out of the standing timber and raised her arms over her head in surrender. They both laughed and fell to the ground in a fit of giggles.
"Firithfalas! Nilcoirewen! Where in Valar's greatness are you two rambunctious elves?" the familiar voice called out.
"Here we are Maein! We were only playing," Firith confessed to their caretaker.
"I should have you both thrashed for this. Nilcoirewen! You are wearing a tunic again! For goodness sake, get your little legs home, as for you Firithfalas, you should know better than this."
"It's not her fault Maein, I was the one who suggested to go to the waters. It's my fault, I'm the one who should be punished. Besides, I'm used to your scoldings," Nilwen confessed.
"Oh? Well then, I think I shall send you to have some dresses fitted for you," the caretaker snickered.
Nilwen gasped and looked as if shot with arrows. Her face went suddenly blank pale. "Yes ma'am, was all she could reply.
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"Firith?" She was suddenly snapped into reality once more, here was Donturion looking quite distressed. "I thought you were going to faint for a moment." "Oh no, I was just thinking and meditating, I am sorry," Firith said apologetically.
"Tis nothing milady." He started to laugh and the maiden joined him. Then Firith gasped aloud. She was supposed to meet the Prince by the crystal waters.
"I must go Donturion, I was supposed to meet someone, oh dear, I hope I have not upset him." The last part of her sentence was more of a thought to herself.
The male elf released his grip and looked dispirited. Firith kissed him on the cheek and ran towards the waters. His face still in her mind, it was heart wrenching.
((Author's note: C is for cookie, oh cookie cookie cookie starts with C. Sorry, could resist. Hope you enjoyed! Review!))
