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*Author's Note: The description of Beorn's Hall is taken from The Hobbit, chapter: Queer Lodgings, page 108. (You can see why my English teachers love me).*
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Beorn's Hall
"They soon came to a wooden gate, high and broad, beyond which they could see gardens and a cluster of low wooden buildings, some thatched and made of unshaped logs: barns, stables, sheds, and a long low wooden house. Inside on the southward side of the great hedge were rows and rows of hives with bell-shaped tops made of straw. The noise of the giant bees flying to and fro and crawling in and out filled all the air . . . .
. . . Soon they reached a courtyard, three walls of which were formed by the wooden house and its two long wings."
Nimue and Legolas were enchanted and delighted to see other horses come trotting up to them, nudging their palms. Legolas laughed. They were looking for carrots or sugar cubes or other such delights.
Legolas opened his palms and held out his arms, gesturing to the horses that he had nothing. One horse raised his head and shook it back and forth with a whiny, then went to see how his other friend had progressed.
Nimue had reached into her pack and pulled out a torn off piece of lembas. She handed it to the horse who snatched it up with a delighted noise. His companion nudged his neck as if he were trying to persuade the other to let him have some.
Legolas watched Nimue as she laughed at the two horses' antics. Her laugh sent a warm thrill through him. It sounded like the tiny bells that hung outside his mother's room window for the wind to catch.
"Now, now, that's enough," Beorn said, affectionately chiding the horses. "On with you now." He shooed them away. "Come inside and rest your feet."
Nimue and Legolas stepped inside. The hall was quite dark. Beorn clapped his hands. At his summons four beautiful white ponies and three gray-hounds came in.
Beorn with a pleased smile, leaned down and spoke softly to them in a language that neither Nimue nor Legolas recognized.
The animals left, but quickly returned, bearing torches in their mouths. Beorn lit the torches in the fire he had started in the central hearth. He then stuck them in low brackets and nailed them to the pillars near the hearth.
Nimue watched in amazement as the dogs suddenly rose up on the their hind feet and began to carry things around with their forearms.
Then, Legolas and Nimue heard the sound of sheep and turned to find the snow-white animals bearing embroidered table cloths. Other animals soon came in carrying dishes, utensils, and three tankards.
A white and brown speckled pony nudged two long benches toward a lengthy table that Beorn had carried in and placed in the center of the hall. When the benches were situated, another pony pushed a large oaken chair, which Nimue and Legolas assumed to be Beorn's, to the head of the table.
"My, my!" Beorn exclaimed after everything was settled and ready. "I haven't had company since . . . well, since that halfling, a hobbit I think he was called . . Bilbo! that's right! and Gandalf. Also all those dwarves that came in after their mix-up with the goblins of Eyrie."
"Have you heard from Mithrindir lately?" Legolas asked.
"Who?"
"I'm sorry - Gandalf- have you heard from Gandalf lately?"
"No, well not personally, but my pigeons here told me they saw him entering Rivendell."
"I shall get to see him again then!" Legolas said with a fond smile. All the elves knew of Gandalf and were fond of him. Nimue, who hadn't met Gandalf yet, was anxious to meet him. She had met his brother, Radagast the Brown once and liked him very much, so she was sure that she would be just as fond of Gandalf as Legolas was.
After a comfortable dinner the three of them, Beorn, Legolas, and Nimue, sat contentedly sipping their drinking-bowls filled with mead.
Then Beorn sat up.
"Well, I have bit o' business to be attendin' to. I should be back before dawn. I warn you now, though -and I said this to Bilbo and his party- You must not stray outside until the sun is up, on your peril." And with that he left.
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Legolas soon felt himself beginning to slip into sleep, when he was aroused by the sound of humming. Legolas turned toward the sound to find that it was Nimue.
"What are you humming?" He asked quietly.
"Oh . . well . . I . ."
"Come along, what is it?" Legolas said with a laugh, finding her reddening cheeks amusing.
" . . I was singing Beren's Song to Luthien
"Trenerich i narn." (Tell/recite/sing the tale).
"I'm not a very good singer, hir nin."
"I shall be the judge of that," Legolas said softly yet firmly.
Nimue took in a deep breath and began:
"Farewell sweet earth and northern sky, forever blest,
Since he lie and here with lissome limbs,
Run beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,
Luthien Tinuviel,
More fair than mortal tongue can tell.
Though all to ruin fell the world and dissolved,
And backward hurled unmade into the old abyss,
Yet were its making good this---
The dusk,
The dawn,
The earth,
the sea, ---
That Luthien,
For a time should be."
Legolas found himself drawing nearer to Nimue as she sang. Her voice! Such a beautiful voice he had not heard from any elf before, save for the Lady Galadriel.
When Nimue had finished, Legolas opened his mouth to praise her but found that his throat had dried up and no words would come out of his mouth. All he could do was stare at her; not fully understanding the effect she had on him and almost afraid to investigate into it.
He tore his eyes away from her as she looked at him.
"Hir nin? Are you ill? I hope my singing was not that dreadful!" Nimue laughed.
There was that laugh again, it immobilized Legolas' tongue. After a moment all he could manage was: "We have a long journey ahead of us, we should get some rest."
Legolas rose to his feet and rustled up the two piles of hay lying on either side of the hearth. He lay down on one and Nimue -who felt a little put out because he didn't say if he liked her singing or not- lay on the other..
"Losto mae, hir nin," Nimue said quietly (Sleep well).
"Losto mae, Nimue."
*Author's Note: The description of Beorn's Hall is taken from The Hobbit, chapter: Queer Lodgings, page 108. (You can see why my English teachers love me).*
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Beorn's Hall
"They soon came to a wooden gate, high and broad, beyond which they could see gardens and a cluster of low wooden buildings, some thatched and made of unshaped logs: barns, stables, sheds, and a long low wooden house. Inside on the southward side of the great hedge were rows and rows of hives with bell-shaped tops made of straw. The noise of the giant bees flying to and fro and crawling in and out filled all the air . . . .
. . . Soon they reached a courtyard, three walls of which were formed by the wooden house and its two long wings."
Nimue and Legolas were enchanted and delighted to see other horses come trotting up to them, nudging their palms. Legolas laughed. They were looking for carrots or sugar cubes or other such delights.
Legolas opened his palms and held out his arms, gesturing to the horses that he had nothing. One horse raised his head and shook it back and forth with a whiny, then went to see how his other friend had progressed.
Nimue had reached into her pack and pulled out a torn off piece of lembas. She handed it to the horse who snatched it up with a delighted noise. His companion nudged his neck as if he were trying to persuade the other to let him have some.
Legolas watched Nimue as she laughed at the two horses' antics. Her laugh sent a warm thrill through him. It sounded like the tiny bells that hung outside his mother's room window for the wind to catch.
"Now, now, that's enough," Beorn said, affectionately chiding the horses. "On with you now." He shooed them away. "Come inside and rest your feet."
Nimue and Legolas stepped inside. The hall was quite dark. Beorn clapped his hands. At his summons four beautiful white ponies and three gray-hounds came in.
Beorn with a pleased smile, leaned down and spoke softly to them in a language that neither Nimue nor Legolas recognized.
The animals left, but quickly returned, bearing torches in their mouths. Beorn lit the torches in the fire he had started in the central hearth. He then stuck them in low brackets and nailed them to the pillars near the hearth.
Nimue watched in amazement as the dogs suddenly rose up on the their hind feet and began to carry things around with their forearms.
Then, Legolas and Nimue heard the sound of sheep and turned to find the snow-white animals bearing embroidered table cloths. Other animals soon came in carrying dishes, utensils, and three tankards.
A white and brown speckled pony nudged two long benches toward a lengthy table that Beorn had carried in and placed in the center of the hall. When the benches were situated, another pony pushed a large oaken chair, which Nimue and Legolas assumed to be Beorn's, to the head of the table.
"My, my!" Beorn exclaimed after everything was settled and ready. "I haven't had company since . . . well, since that halfling, a hobbit I think he was called . . Bilbo! that's right! and Gandalf. Also all those dwarves that came in after their mix-up with the goblins of Eyrie."
"Have you heard from Mithrindir lately?" Legolas asked.
"Who?"
"I'm sorry - Gandalf- have you heard from Gandalf lately?"
"No, well not personally, but my pigeons here told me they saw him entering Rivendell."
"I shall get to see him again then!" Legolas said with a fond smile. All the elves knew of Gandalf and were fond of him. Nimue, who hadn't met Gandalf yet, was anxious to meet him. She had met his brother, Radagast the Brown once and liked him very much, so she was sure that she would be just as fond of Gandalf as Legolas was.
After a comfortable dinner the three of them, Beorn, Legolas, and Nimue, sat contentedly sipping their drinking-bowls filled with mead.
Then Beorn sat up.
"Well, I have bit o' business to be attendin' to. I should be back before dawn. I warn you now, though -and I said this to Bilbo and his party- You must not stray outside until the sun is up, on your peril." And with that he left.
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Legolas soon felt himself beginning to slip into sleep, when he was aroused by the sound of humming. Legolas turned toward the sound to find that it was Nimue.
"What are you humming?" He asked quietly.
"Oh . . well . . I . ."
"Come along, what is it?" Legolas said with a laugh, finding her reddening cheeks amusing.
" . . I was singing Beren's Song to Luthien
"Trenerich i narn." (Tell/recite/sing the tale).
"I'm not a very good singer, hir nin."
"I shall be the judge of that," Legolas said softly yet firmly.
Nimue took in a deep breath and began:
"Farewell sweet earth and northern sky, forever blest,
Since he lie and here with lissome limbs,
Run beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,
Luthien Tinuviel,
More fair than mortal tongue can tell.
Though all to ruin fell the world and dissolved,
And backward hurled unmade into the old abyss,
Yet were its making good this---
The dusk,
The dawn,
The earth,
the sea, ---
That Luthien,
For a time should be."
Legolas found himself drawing nearer to Nimue as she sang. Her voice! Such a beautiful voice he had not heard from any elf before, save for the Lady Galadriel.
When Nimue had finished, Legolas opened his mouth to praise her but found that his throat had dried up and no words would come out of his mouth. All he could do was stare at her; not fully understanding the effect she had on him and almost afraid to investigate into it.
He tore his eyes away from her as she looked at him.
"Hir nin? Are you ill? I hope my singing was not that dreadful!" Nimue laughed.
There was that laugh again, it immobilized Legolas' tongue. After a moment all he could manage was: "We have a long journey ahead of us, we should get some rest."
Legolas rose to his feet and rustled up the two piles of hay lying on either side of the hearth. He lay down on one and Nimue -who felt a little put out because he didn't say if he liked her singing or not- lay on the other..
"Losto mae, hir nin," Nimue said quietly (Sleep well).
"Losto mae, Nimue."
