((Author's note- I have received a few reviews of late, and have
decided to take the pace below a notch. Oh goodness, such a task. I shall
try, have patience! One major thing I would like to point out. In one of my
previous reviews, I was flamed for using the word christened. The
definition of christened- dubbed, called, nicknamed, titled. Please, if you
are going to flame me. make it worth while. How about a nice note? I like
those. Haldir is like this only because I didn't feel like adding yet
another character. So sorry if this disappoints anyone. If you don't like
it, then please do not read.))
*--Changing character notice--* Alkcorion is the only one in this chapter whom is talking. This goes into deep into his mind. Take a look!
"Rest quietly Nilwen," the archer whispered in her delicately pointed ear. Alkcorion began to sing softly to himself. His thoughts drifted into mist as he walked slowly to the maiden's chambers. He gracefully climbed the stairs and reached the zenith of their ascent. Alkcorion turned the handles and pushed the door open. His fair eyes studied the room for a moment.
The room was of a silver hue, with soft green curtains portraying the large crystal-like windows. Her furniture consisted of three pieces. A light wood bed with tall canopy branches over the top, a beautiful silver decorated bureau and a small table where a few papers were scattered upon it. The air was sweet and the zephyrs quietly penetrated through the open windows. Alkcorion walked to the bed and gently laid the sleeping elf in it. After securing the bed linens around her, he decided to saunter about the room.
Above her bed was a black longbow, as he looked closer the Elvish words appeared to shine out in splendor. He read the words ethereally to himself.
Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa*
'Such words for as beautiful a maiden as Nilwen.' He crossed his gaze to a more familiar sort of weapon. He lightly brushed the curve of the Mirkwood bow. As his fingers skimmed the surface, Alkcorion noticed a small symbol on the under side of the apex. A small bird flying into the sun was engraved in a silver plaque.
"She is but a rose among the thorns of my life, but yet, so sad and mysterious. Knives, bows and a strong spirit, I am beginning to think she is not of the normal elven maidens." He laughed at the thought and turned to face her. Her mouth was sealed in slumber, and her bosom raised and lowered with every silent breath she took. Nilwen's bronze hair supported on the pillow in disarray. Pale skin drowning in the sea of green sheets, the moon reflecting off her, giving a strange luminescence.
Alkcorion began to lose himself in his desires and thoughts. The maiden suppressed in her pleasant thoughts and dreams. He drifted into meditation of his past.
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Alkcorion walked among the trees singing in sweet voice to himself. He sang of a maiden in a far away land, who gave herself to a warrior of old. The maiden, pleasant in appearance and gentle in tongue, was whisked away by her lover and taken deep into the heart of Rivendell.
"Alkcorion! Where are you?"
This was a voice that was hard to miss, it was harsh and commanding.
"I am coming Donturion. Give me time dear brother. I was in midst of a song, until so utterly interrupted by a certain elf." He gave a smirk and quickly ran to his guest.
"Brother, Thranduil has summoned us to accompany the Prince on his hunt. We must go quickly."
"Of course. By the way, how goes the watch?"
"Orcs still roam freely I fear. That is why we go with the Prince. It is not animals this time, we hunt the goblins of Mirkwood."
"Finally we have organized a large enough party. I am glad that the King allows Prince Legolas to go. He has had little adventure learning his nature and spells," Alkcorion seemed to snicker under his breath.
"Do not be so free with your tongue young one. You must learn those still. At least he listens to his elders. Come, here is your horse." Donturion whistled softly and two stallions galloped towards them at rapid speed. A light chestnut with three white socks on the right, and a dark bay with black legs on the left. Donturion called to them, "Jeste! Legation! Come here."
Both horses checked their speed, changed their leads, and lightly cantered to the archers. Jeste whinnied as he approached Alkcorion. "Ah my friend, lovely to see you in such good health. Have you missed me?" Alkcorion asked the beautiful creature. Jeste tossed his head into the sun and reared. The sun caught his golden main as he shook with his mighty power. The two elves mounted their steeds and headed off into the rising sun.
They advanced towards their destination with winged velocity. Alkcorion whispered into Jeste's attentive ear. Immediately the horse nodded in approval and burst into a speed incomprehensible. Donturion turned and laughed as the younger elf raced towards the gates. He knew in his mind that the bond between Alkcorion and Jeste was inseparable.
Alkcorion laughed as he galloped to the gates upon his horse. He alighted from Jeste's back with ease and waited for his late brother.
"You're late." The young archer had a face of seriousness.
"I seem to have been left in a cloud of dust," Donturion also had a solemn face which soon broke into hearty laughter. His brother joined as they walked through the doors, leading the lathered horses for cool down. After walking the horses out and putting them into their stables, the two elves walked into the palace to await orders. and their guest.
((Author's note: Goodness me, I like this chapter let me know what you think. Review! I am trying to slow down now. Let me know how I'm doing!))
Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa*- Your heart is that of a lion.
*--Changing character notice--* Alkcorion is the only one in this chapter whom is talking. This goes into deep into his mind. Take a look!
"Rest quietly Nilwen," the archer whispered in her delicately pointed ear. Alkcorion began to sing softly to himself. His thoughts drifted into mist as he walked slowly to the maiden's chambers. He gracefully climbed the stairs and reached the zenith of their ascent. Alkcorion turned the handles and pushed the door open. His fair eyes studied the room for a moment.
The room was of a silver hue, with soft green curtains portraying the large crystal-like windows. Her furniture consisted of three pieces. A light wood bed with tall canopy branches over the top, a beautiful silver decorated bureau and a small table where a few papers were scattered upon it. The air was sweet and the zephyrs quietly penetrated through the open windows. Alkcorion walked to the bed and gently laid the sleeping elf in it. After securing the bed linens around her, he decided to saunter about the room.
Above her bed was a black longbow, as he looked closer the Elvish words appeared to shine out in splendor. He read the words ethereally to himself.
Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa*
'Such words for as beautiful a maiden as Nilwen.' He crossed his gaze to a more familiar sort of weapon. He lightly brushed the curve of the Mirkwood bow. As his fingers skimmed the surface, Alkcorion noticed a small symbol on the under side of the apex. A small bird flying into the sun was engraved in a silver plaque.
"She is but a rose among the thorns of my life, but yet, so sad and mysterious. Knives, bows and a strong spirit, I am beginning to think she is not of the normal elven maidens." He laughed at the thought and turned to face her. Her mouth was sealed in slumber, and her bosom raised and lowered with every silent breath she took. Nilwen's bronze hair supported on the pillow in disarray. Pale skin drowning in the sea of green sheets, the moon reflecting off her, giving a strange luminescence.
Alkcorion began to lose himself in his desires and thoughts. The maiden suppressed in her pleasant thoughts and dreams. He drifted into meditation of his past.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Alkcorion walked among the trees singing in sweet voice to himself. He sang of a maiden in a far away land, who gave herself to a warrior of old. The maiden, pleasant in appearance and gentle in tongue, was whisked away by her lover and taken deep into the heart of Rivendell.
"Alkcorion! Where are you?"
This was a voice that was hard to miss, it was harsh and commanding.
"I am coming Donturion. Give me time dear brother. I was in midst of a song, until so utterly interrupted by a certain elf." He gave a smirk and quickly ran to his guest.
"Brother, Thranduil has summoned us to accompany the Prince on his hunt. We must go quickly."
"Of course. By the way, how goes the watch?"
"Orcs still roam freely I fear. That is why we go with the Prince. It is not animals this time, we hunt the goblins of Mirkwood."
"Finally we have organized a large enough party. I am glad that the King allows Prince Legolas to go. He has had little adventure learning his nature and spells," Alkcorion seemed to snicker under his breath.
"Do not be so free with your tongue young one. You must learn those still. At least he listens to his elders. Come, here is your horse." Donturion whistled softly and two stallions galloped towards them at rapid speed. A light chestnut with three white socks on the right, and a dark bay with black legs on the left. Donturion called to them, "Jeste! Legation! Come here."
Both horses checked their speed, changed their leads, and lightly cantered to the archers. Jeste whinnied as he approached Alkcorion. "Ah my friend, lovely to see you in such good health. Have you missed me?" Alkcorion asked the beautiful creature. Jeste tossed his head into the sun and reared. The sun caught his golden main as he shook with his mighty power. The two elves mounted their steeds and headed off into the rising sun.
They advanced towards their destination with winged velocity. Alkcorion whispered into Jeste's attentive ear. Immediately the horse nodded in approval and burst into a speed incomprehensible. Donturion turned and laughed as the younger elf raced towards the gates. He knew in his mind that the bond between Alkcorion and Jeste was inseparable.
Alkcorion laughed as he galloped to the gates upon his horse. He alighted from Jeste's back with ease and waited for his late brother.
"You're late." The young archer had a face of seriousness.
"I seem to have been left in a cloud of dust," Donturion also had a solemn face which soon broke into hearty laughter. His brother joined as they walked through the doors, leading the lathered horses for cool down. After walking the horses out and putting them into their stables, the two elves walked into the palace to await orders. and their guest.
((Author's note: Goodness me, I like this chapter let me know what you think. Review! I am trying to slow down now. Let me know how I'm doing!))
Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa*- Your heart is that of a lion.
