Faen woke up late the next day with sunshine's bright rays shining
upon her face. Her silver hair braids were loose from their tight bindings
on her head making Faen's hair wonderfully wavy. It looked like Lady
Galadriel of the Wood's hair on any day, pure and unrefined, but gorgeous
in every aspect. She got up from her bed with the stone maiden above her
seemingly watching her every move. She put on her robes (for their was a
chill in the air that morn) and walked outside.
"Amanithil!" Faen called as she searched Amanithil's room and the rest of the house of Lord Elrond for any sign of Carcyll or Amanithil but neither was to be seen.
"You know they are gone, Miss Aglar," A voice said from behind Faen startling her very badly. It was Lord Elrond; already up for he was doing his studies and such. He was standing in the doorway of his study looking over some parchment.
"Hello Lord Elrond, I just woke up a few minutes ago. Do you know where they went?" Faen said, sitting on a bench not to far away from his study.
"Amanithil wanted to see the countryside again, she had not seen it since she got pregnant. Carcyll took her with me allowing of course. You know you can come in here, it is much warmer, I already have a fire going." So Faen walked inside the study, which was the usual slight mess as usually was, but still a beautiful room. There was a feel about the room that was inviting, yet dark and mysterious. In the center of the open room (as all the rooms were), lay a circular section on the floor supported by two steps. Breathtaking woodwork surrounded the middle section of the floor where Arwen or Amanithil often admired it during the evening.
Elrond soon left the study while Faen still warmed her body next to the orange, roaring fire. Little flames licked the top of the fireplace's brick roof. Faen felt an arm come around her side; she felt no fear, but actually liked the extra warmth. Faen looked up to see Tarin by her side, warming himself also. He was already in breeches, with his bow and quiver on his back.
"Are you going on a hunt around Imladris?" Faen asked, secretly moving closer to him. Tarin smiled for he had obviously noticed.
"Do you want to come, I mean I am going by myself but I wouldn't mind company?" Tarin asked, returning the favor to Faen and moving closer to her. Faen was overcome with excitement. She had not been hunting since she had come here to Rivendell, but in Caras Galadon she had almost been hunting everyday. But, still not hunting here had its advantages.
"I'd-I'd love to go, just let me dress into the proper attire." Faen headed quickly down to her room to dress in her hunting garb, grab her bow and some arrows, etc. Tarin walked out of warmth of Elrond's study onto the cold courtyard of the house of Elrond. In the shadows, the man himself stood looking out onto the green mountains, thinking of days long past. Tarin neared Elrond who saw the hunter approaching.
"You love her, I can feel it," Elrond said turning in the shadowing halls to look at Tarin who slightly blushed trying not to give the truth away.
"Yes, Lord, I do, but I try not to show it immensely," Tarin added.
"She loves you too, I see it with my ring, Vilya. It tells me the future mostly, I see great things between you and her, but I will tell no more," Elrond walked away quickly, no more was to be seen of him till that evening.
"Tarin, what is wrong?" Faen asked as she approached him, finding that he was leaning against a figure in the courtyard, staring into space. He motioned for Faen to come over even as if he didn't recognize her.
"Tarin I-" before she said anything else he kissed her. It was a soft and pure kiss, but Faen wasn't sure of liking it. Yet she kissed him back just for the good feeling. Faen backed away, staring wide-eyed at Tarin who almost had the same look upon his face.
"What just happened?"
" I do not know, Faen."
"Amanithil!" Faen called as she searched Amanithil's room and the rest of the house of Lord Elrond for any sign of Carcyll or Amanithil but neither was to be seen.
"You know they are gone, Miss Aglar," A voice said from behind Faen startling her very badly. It was Lord Elrond; already up for he was doing his studies and such. He was standing in the doorway of his study looking over some parchment.
"Hello Lord Elrond, I just woke up a few minutes ago. Do you know where they went?" Faen said, sitting on a bench not to far away from his study.
"Amanithil wanted to see the countryside again, she had not seen it since she got pregnant. Carcyll took her with me allowing of course. You know you can come in here, it is much warmer, I already have a fire going." So Faen walked inside the study, which was the usual slight mess as usually was, but still a beautiful room. There was a feel about the room that was inviting, yet dark and mysterious. In the center of the open room (as all the rooms were), lay a circular section on the floor supported by two steps. Breathtaking woodwork surrounded the middle section of the floor where Arwen or Amanithil often admired it during the evening.
Elrond soon left the study while Faen still warmed her body next to the orange, roaring fire. Little flames licked the top of the fireplace's brick roof. Faen felt an arm come around her side; she felt no fear, but actually liked the extra warmth. Faen looked up to see Tarin by her side, warming himself also. He was already in breeches, with his bow and quiver on his back.
"Are you going on a hunt around Imladris?" Faen asked, secretly moving closer to him. Tarin smiled for he had obviously noticed.
"Do you want to come, I mean I am going by myself but I wouldn't mind company?" Tarin asked, returning the favor to Faen and moving closer to her. Faen was overcome with excitement. She had not been hunting since she had come here to Rivendell, but in Caras Galadon she had almost been hunting everyday. But, still not hunting here had its advantages.
"I'd-I'd love to go, just let me dress into the proper attire." Faen headed quickly down to her room to dress in her hunting garb, grab her bow and some arrows, etc. Tarin walked out of warmth of Elrond's study onto the cold courtyard of the house of Elrond. In the shadows, the man himself stood looking out onto the green mountains, thinking of days long past. Tarin neared Elrond who saw the hunter approaching.
"You love her, I can feel it," Elrond said turning in the shadowing halls to look at Tarin who slightly blushed trying not to give the truth away.
"Yes, Lord, I do, but I try not to show it immensely," Tarin added.
"She loves you too, I see it with my ring, Vilya. It tells me the future mostly, I see great things between you and her, but I will tell no more," Elrond walked away quickly, no more was to be seen of him till that evening.
"Tarin, what is wrong?" Faen asked as she approached him, finding that he was leaning against a figure in the courtyard, staring into space. He motioned for Faen to come over even as if he didn't recognize her.
"Tarin I-" before she said anything else he kissed her. It was a soft and pure kiss, but Faen wasn't sure of liking it. Yet she kissed him back just for the good feeling. Faen backed away, staring wide-eyed at Tarin who almost had the same look upon his face.
"What just happened?"
" I do not know, Faen."
