A/N: To avoid any confusion *laugh* before Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel
there were Lord Amroth and Lady Nimrodel.
A/N again: Wow! Seven more reviews! *gush* All right, little-lost-one,
Anvanima means 'most beautiful' in Quenya, Voronildo means 'faithful one'
(I'm pretty sure, someone correct me if I'm wrong- I'm not sure if its one
or brother.) Lencundu means 'slow prince' in Quenya. Wannabeanelvengirl
thanks for the wonderful review! *ahh thanks so much everyone!*
I sighed. I've been sitting in this tree for hours. It was starting to get dark- and colder. I had concluded a few hours ago it was one of those Elven things- how we're never cold or fall ill or anything to that sort.
I thought about many things for the past- sixteen hours, I believe- somewhere around there, anyway. I decided that as soon as I got out of this tree, I would leave the palace and find my own home- or travel to Lórien. That would be so exciting! I could go visit Galadriel, who was said to have the power of foresight, and maybe even beautiful Lady Nimrodel.
However, I dearly wished to see the beautiful golden mellryn trees. I would probably never leave Imladris, though. Do not misread my thoughts, I love Imladris, I had lived here for only 600 years, yet it was getting quite boring, especially with so many unlikable people. I sighed. No matter how I tried to think of other things, my thoughts always turned to . . . him.
I lay down on the thick branch and glanced up at the stars. They were so beautiful. I felt my body fade into the bliss of dark dreamless sleep.
"Canyaiel, where are you?" sang a voice. I saw the world around me come into focus. I was still in the tree, on the thick branch. A forest of green surrounded me, only to be met with the light blue of the sky.
"Canyaiel, I see you," came a laugh, "You thought you could hide from the great and wonderful Elrohir? I think not!"
I glared down angrily, "You woke me from my sleep."
"No one has seen you for almost two days- not since the feast. Other than that, you should not be climbing, your arm is still a little weak," he said. I looked down and noticed he was standing right below me.
"I am in a very cross mood. I do not need your chastising to add to that," I said irately.
"And may I ask why?" he said imploringly. I looked off into the distance.
"Come down," he said, "and we can go somewhere to speak."
I pretended to think for a moment, "No. I think not."
He pouted and gave me a pleading look with his eyes, "Please? Anvanima, please? You know you want to," he tempted. I frowned down at him.
"I must learn how to do that," I said to myself as I climbed down the tree.
"How is it that you always get me to do whatever your heart desires?" I asked moodily as I sat on the bottom branch, letting my feet dangle.
He just smiled, "I suppose I am just special." I jumped down from the branch, rolled my eyes slightly, and then clicked my tongue annoyed. He walked next to me, leading me back to the palace.
"I am thinking about leaving for my own dwelling," I said softly, looking out into the flowers. I looked back at him, wondering what he would say.
He just smiled at me and said, "Is that so? Well, at least let me help you."
I smiled back, "Oh, thank you, Elrohir. I feel so," I paused, "uncomfortable staying in the palace. I am not of royal descent, and I am not paying to stay there- I feel so out of place."
"Remember, though, that you are welcome there, anytime," he said. I only half-nodded and gazed off into the distance.
"That is not what brought you to hiding," he said knowingly, searching my face. I turned away slightly.
"Come on, help me find a new home, the other things you speak of can be spoken about later," I said irritably, walking down the path not leading to the gardens but toward the town.
That next month was spent trying to find a home for me. A month after that, I had moved into my own home- just a moments walk away from the palace.
It was white, the color of Imladris, with pillars of intertwining metal, woven into an elegant design. The roof was pointed and textured with circles that were pointed at the top, almost scale like, and overlapping. There was no door, as with all the homes in Imladris, but an arch decorated with the same elegant design of the pillars. It was on a small plot of land, with a small house and an even smaller stable, more like a shed which could fit one horse. There was a small garden and a little pasture.
Inside the house, there was a hall, which led to three rooms, the bedroom, dining and lounging room, and kitchen. I guess I would be bathing in the streams- only the rich or royal could bathe in baths. The bedroom was extremely small, and only had enough room to fit a bed and a small chest. The dining and lounging room could hold only a table and two chairs. In turn, the kitchen had only an oven, a small cabinet, and a counter.
It was quite small, even for one person. But, like all the other homes in Imladris, it was very aired out. Every room had a small arch which led to the outdoors. They were much less decorated than the main arch, however.
"Oh, Elrohir, isn't it lovely?" I gushed, smiling broadly, as we stood in the frame of the arch. He smiled back at me.
"Yes, it is," he replied, holding a handle of the trunk which I brought my belongings in. I dropped the other handle and heard Elrohir let out a small groan then consecutively drop it. He released a snort.
"Would you like me to help you unpack your belongings?" he asked. A few days ago, I had brought all my furniture in- the bed, small chest, table, and two chairs. It took all the wealth that I had ever saved. I nodded gratefully.
"Thank you," I said. He opened the trunk. One of the only things in there were clothes and a fluffy white towel, which were a gift from Calimindil, who had gotten permission from the Lady. I had my own few clothes, but I had left them at my mother's dwelling- which I had never gone back to for somewhere between three and four moons. Under my clothes were my weapons- a sword and a bow and arrows.
I took the clothes- five dresses and a cloak, all folded neatly and one at a time placed them in the small chest in my bedroom. I lingered as I gazed lazily at the dresses. The first one, a bright green, plain and modest; the second one, a golden color, intended for everyday wearing; the third one, a deep blue, elegant and decorated with a line of silver; the next one, a white one, meant for sleeping in; the last one- the last one.
I stared at it, abandoning the other dresses which were put away, it was the purple one. Somehow, it looked even more beautiful now that I had not seen it for quite some time. It was pastel purple, with lines of royal violet silk ribbon. It had slits in both the arms and the skirt, and went off the shoulders.
"Canyaiel, are you feeling well?" Elrohir asked. I turned around, feeling the heat rise and hastily placed the purple dress in the chest.
"Yes, I'm fine," I said softly.
Elrohir raised one eyebrow, "Canyaiel, Anvanima, you never told me what was bothering you so."
I felt my eyes widen a bit, "Elrohir, not now." He nodded in a brotherly manner and held up my sword and bow and arrows.
"Where should you like me to put these?" he asked. I thought and then I took the bow and arrows.
"Place them back in the trunk and we can move the trunk to the lounging area," I said, getting up from my sitting position, walking back to the hall, and helping him drag the heavy trunk to the lounging room. He opened the trunk and it was then I noticed a small piece of paper. Elrohir placed the sword in the trunk and picked up the paper.
"That is mine," I said, putting the bow and arrows in the trunk. I tried to snatch it from him, but alas, he was a few inches taller than I and he held it high up, out of my reach.
"Elrohir!" I whined. He smiled broadly and unfolded the wrinkled pale yellow paper.
"'Yo melmë, Legolas'- Canyaiel, you never told me!" he said, gasping exaggeratedly as he read the script. I felt my cheeks heat up.
He laughed, "Oh Canyaiel, you're turning pink!"
"Oh, be quiet!" I snapped back, taking the paper from his hand, which now he let me take. Of course, after he embarrassed me. I remembered where it was from, and frowned sadly to myself.
"Oh, come now, Canyaiel, I was just teasing," he said, seeing my displeasure, "Now, will you tell me what it was you were supposed to tell me three months ago?" I just glared at him- he embarrassed me and now he expected to know what I was upset about?
I sighed, annoyed, "You embarrass me and now you expect me to just tell you everything?"
"Yes," he said simply, then pouting. Harrumph.
"I," I paused, "Can we sit down somewhere?" He smiled triumphantly, and sat down on the golden wooden bed, carved with a curved design.
"After the feast," I said, sitting next to him, "I went to bed. I could not sleep, so I walked outside to, to try to think. 'Namárie, melmë-nya' that is what he said to me- 'namárie, melmë-nya.' I woke up and found a brooch, with the note," I fingered the note gently in my hand, "I ran to go find him. I tried, I failed."
The silence was a little uncomfortable, but then Elrohir announced, "That is not what is bothering you."
I glared at him, "How do you always know these things?" he just smiled and I continued, "I waited behind the tree. I didn't want to cause a commotion. I wanted to go to him, to find him. And, and- it was Calwaiel saying goodbye to him, instead of I."
I looked away, but soon felt a hand on mine, "Come now, Anvanima, everything will resume to being wonderful again."
"And you know this- how?" I asked, bitterly. He squeezed my hand tightly.
"Renich simbel estel," he said. I smiled.
"Remember there is always hope," I whispered, repeating what he said.
He smiled, and took his other hand, stroking my hair softly, "Come now, get into bed and you can rest."
"Where will you stay?"
"I suppose I shall just go home," he said.
"Allow me to get into my slumber attire," I said, taking the slumber wear and walking to the living area, and then I changed into the dress then walked back to the chamber. I lay on the bed, and he pulled the blankets over me.
"Go to sleep," he commanded, "I shall see you soon." I nodded and saw him walk outside then disappear in the night. I did not fall asleep. I clutched the paper tightly, and shut my eyes. I opened them, and unfolded the paper, scanned my eyes across it, and then crumpled it up again. The next morning, I woke up.
"Good morning!" sang a voice. I sighed to myself.
"Elrohir, what are you doing here?" I asked, shouting. He popped his head into the arch of the bedroom, where I was still sitting straight up on my bed. "Do you not ever leave?" I moaned grumpily to myself- but he knew I was only pretending.
He smiled, "Arwen and Elladan are here also." I groaned.
"Wonderful," I said dryly, "Next time you are throwing a party at my house, could you please inform me of it ahead of time?"
"Surely," he said, smiling, "Come on; Elladan has started making a meal!" My eyes widened in shock. Elladan is the worst chef I have ever met.
"No!" I wailed, jumping out of bed and running toward my kitchen. Elladan was standing there, laughing.
"Don't worry; I didn't actually do anything yet. I was going to-"
"Don't. Do you remember what happened last time?" I asked, annoyed. He smiled.
I remembered it all too well- Elladan, Elrohir, and I snuck into the kitchens in the night- whilst no Elves were there. At first, we just wanted a pastry- but there was no food to be found- just ingredients used to make them. So, Elladan, being the intelligent and gifted Elf he was, decided to try and make a cake. He took many random ingredients, mainly sea salt and honey and assorted fruits, and tried to bake them, but ended up setting fire to the kitchen.
Lord Elrond was very angry at that. I laughed at the memory, and Elladan did too, soon Elrohir joined in.
"What is so funny?" Arwen asked, annoyed upon walking impatiently into the room. Elladan, Elrohir, and I stopped laughing for a moment, looked at each other, and then burst out laughing even harder.
"Fine, fine, keep your secrets! Your home welcoming gifts are in the lounging room," Arwen said, taking my arm and leading me to the lounge room.
On the table were a large mirror, a small box, breakfast, and a quiver. I walked over, to further inspect the quiver. It was a rich red color, not quite so cylindrical, and on the top of the quiver was a golden trim bursting with graceful swirls. The top was not flat, but rather pointed on two sides, and on where it was not pointed, it was arched downwards. It had a large, thick leather strap which could fit around my body but still left enough space to fit a sword in-between myself and the quiver. Then, I inspected the mirror.
It was white, with golden vines crawling up and down the frame. I glanced over at the small box, which was also white and had a golden flower on the lid. I unlatched the clasp and opened it. Inside were two combs, and many pins- and a necklace. I picked it up; examining its beauty- it hung daintily on a fine platinum chain, and from that hung a pendant of thin silver, woven into miniature wings of a nightingale. In the center of the wings was a tiny teardrop of blue- the curved bottom dipped just past the wings.
"It's beautiful," I said, looking toward the doorway where Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen were standing. Arwen smiled proudly, walking over.
"Yes, I know," she replied, letting out a small laugh. She took the pendant from my hands and placed it around my neck.
"I can not accept this," I said softly, looking at down at the necklace then up at her.
"Nonsense, of course you can- and you shall," she said in a very formal tone, "Besides, it was made for you."
I smiled, "Then, thank you," I looked over at Elladan and Elrohir, who were still standing in the doorframe, "Come, join me in breakfast." They smiled a bit and walked toward the table, where they stood and took pieces of the fruit and nuts.
"I bought the breakfast," Elladan said, proudly after we had eaten.
"Oh, oh!" Elrohir said, jumping up- his dark hair flailing about madly, "Come! I can not believe I have forgotten!"
"Forgotten what?" Elladan asked, throwing his twin a confused look. Arwen glared at him, almost annoyed looking then jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Oh!" Elladan responded before grinning madly and running outside. Before I had a chance to ask anything, Elrohir grabbed my right arm and Arwen the other, and together they ran toward the door, leaving me to either run along with them or be dragged outside by the arms.
I sighed. I've been sitting in this tree for hours. It was starting to get dark- and colder. I had concluded a few hours ago it was one of those Elven things- how we're never cold or fall ill or anything to that sort.
I thought about many things for the past- sixteen hours, I believe- somewhere around there, anyway. I decided that as soon as I got out of this tree, I would leave the palace and find my own home- or travel to Lórien. That would be so exciting! I could go visit Galadriel, who was said to have the power of foresight, and maybe even beautiful Lady Nimrodel.
However, I dearly wished to see the beautiful golden mellryn trees. I would probably never leave Imladris, though. Do not misread my thoughts, I love Imladris, I had lived here for only 600 years, yet it was getting quite boring, especially with so many unlikable people. I sighed. No matter how I tried to think of other things, my thoughts always turned to . . . him.
I lay down on the thick branch and glanced up at the stars. They were so beautiful. I felt my body fade into the bliss of dark dreamless sleep.
"Canyaiel, where are you?" sang a voice. I saw the world around me come into focus. I was still in the tree, on the thick branch. A forest of green surrounded me, only to be met with the light blue of the sky.
"Canyaiel, I see you," came a laugh, "You thought you could hide from the great and wonderful Elrohir? I think not!"
I glared down angrily, "You woke me from my sleep."
"No one has seen you for almost two days- not since the feast. Other than that, you should not be climbing, your arm is still a little weak," he said. I looked down and noticed he was standing right below me.
"I am in a very cross mood. I do not need your chastising to add to that," I said irately.
"And may I ask why?" he said imploringly. I looked off into the distance.
"Come down," he said, "and we can go somewhere to speak."
I pretended to think for a moment, "No. I think not."
He pouted and gave me a pleading look with his eyes, "Please? Anvanima, please? You know you want to," he tempted. I frowned down at him.
"I must learn how to do that," I said to myself as I climbed down the tree.
"How is it that you always get me to do whatever your heart desires?" I asked moodily as I sat on the bottom branch, letting my feet dangle.
He just smiled, "I suppose I am just special." I jumped down from the branch, rolled my eyes slightly, and then clicked my tongue annoyed. He walked next to me, leading me back to the palace.
"I am thinking about leaving for my own dwelling," I said softly, looking out into the flowers. I looked back at him, wondering what he would say.
He just smiled at me and said, "Is that so? Well, at least let me help you."
I smiled back, "Oh, thank you, Elrohir. I feel so," I paused, "uncomfortable staying in the palace. I am not of royal descent, and I am not paying to stay there- I feel so out of place."
"Remember, though, that you are welcome there, anytime," he said. I only half-nodded and gazed off into the distance.
"That is not what brought you to hiding," he said knowingly, searching my face. I turned away slightly.
"Come on, help me find a new home, the other things you speak of can be spoken about later," I said irritably, walking down the path not leading to the gardens but toward the town.
That next month was spent trying to find a home for me. A month after that, I had moved into my own home- just a moments walk away from the palace.
It was white, the color of Imladris, with pillars of intertwining metal, woven into an elegant design. The roof was pointed and textured with circles that were pointed at the top, almost scale like, and overlapping. There was no door, as with all the homes in Imladris, but an arch decorated with the same elegant design of the pillars. It was on a small plot of land, with a small house and an even smaller stable, more like a shed which could fit one horse. There was a small garden and a little pasture.
Inside the house, there was a hall, which led to three rooms, the bedroom, dining and lounging room, and kitchen. I guess I would be bathing in the streams- only the rich or royal could bathe in baths. The bedroom was extremely small, and only had enough room to fit a bed and a small chest. The dining and lounging room could hold only a table and two chairs. In turn, the kitchen had only an oven, a small cabinet, and a counter.
It was quite small, even for one person. But, like all the other homes in Imladris, it was very aired out. Every room had a small arch which led to the outdoors. They were much less decorated than the main arch, however.
"Oh, Elrohir, isn't it lovely?" I gushed, smiling broadly, as we stood in the frame of the arch. He smiled back at me.
"Yes, it is," he replied, holding a handle of the trunk which I brought my belongings in. I dropped the other handle and heard Elrohir let out a small groan then consecutively drop it. He released a snort.
"Would you like me to help you unpack your belongings?" he asked. A few days ago, I had brought all my furniture in- the bed, small chest, table, and two chairs. It took all the wealth that I had ever saved. I nodded gratefully.
"Thank you," I said. He opened the trunk. One of the only things in there were clothes and a fluffy white towel, which were a gift from Calimindil, who had gotten permission from the Lady. I had my own few clothes, but I had left them at my mother's dwelling- which I had never gone back to for somewhere between three and four moons. Under my clothes were my weapons- a sword and a bow and arrows.
I took the clothes- five dresses and a cloak, all folded neatly and one at a time placed them in the small chest in my bedroom. I lingered as I gazed lazily at the dresses. The first one, a bright green, plain and modest; the second one, a golden color, intended for everyday wearing; the third one, a deep blue, elegant and decorated with a line of silver; the next one, a white one, meant for sleeping in; the last one- the last one.
I stared at it, abandoning the other dresses which were put away, it was the purple one. Somehow, it looked even more beautiful now that I had not seen it for quite some time. It was pastel purple, with lines of royal violet silk ribbon. It had slits in both the arms and the skirt, and went off the shoulders.
"Canyaiel, are you feeling well?" Elrohir asked. I turned around, feeling the heat rise and hastily placed the purple dress in the chest.
"Yes, I'm fine," I said softly.
Elrohir raised one eyebrow, "Canyaiel, Anvanima, you never told me what was bothering you so."
I felt my eyes widen a bit, "Elrohir, not now." He nodded in a brotherly manner and held up my sword and bow and arrows.
"Where should you like me to put these?" he asked. I thought and then I took the bow and arrows.
"Place them back in the trunk and we can move the trunk to the lounging area," I said, getting up from my sitting position, walking back to the hall, and helping him drag the heavy trunk to the lounging room. He opened the trunk and it was then I noticed a small piece of paper. Elrohir placed the sword in the trunk and picked up the paper.
"That is mine," I said, putting the bow and arrows in the trunk. I tried to snatch it from him, but alas, he was a few inches taller than I and he held it high up, out of my reach.
"Elrohir!" I whined. He smiled broadly and unfolded the wrinkled pale yellow paper.
"'Yo melmë, Legolas'- Canyaiel, you never told me!" he said, gasping exaggeratedly as he read the script. I felt my cheeks heat up.
He laughed, "Oh Canyaiel, you're turning pink!"
"Oh, be quiet!" I snapped back, taking the paper from his hand, which now he let me take. Of course, after he embarrassed me. I remembered where it was from, and frowned sadly to myself.
"Oh, come now, Canyaiel, I was just teasing," he said, seeing my displeasure, "Now, will you tell me what it was you were supposed to tell me three months ago?" I just glared at him- he embarrassed me and now he expected to know what I was upset about?
I sighed, annoyed, "You embarrass me and now you expect me to just tell you everything?"
"Yes," he said simply, then pouting. Harrumph.
"I," I paused, "Can we sit down somewhere?" He smiled triumphantly, and sat down on the golden wooden bed, carved with a curved design.
"After the feast," I said, sitting next to him, "I went to bed. I could not sleep, so I walked outside to, to try to think. 'Namárie, melmë-nya' that is what he said to me- 'namárie, melmë-nya.' I woke up and found a brooch, with the note," I fingered the note gently in my hand, "I ran to go find him. I tried, I failed."
The silence was a little uncomfortable, but then Elrohir announced, "That is not what is bothering you."
I glared at him, "How do you always know these things?" he just smiled and I continued, "I waited behind the tree. I didn't want to cause a commotion. I wanted to go to him, to find him. And, and- it was Calwaiel saying goodbye to him, instead of I."
I looked away, but soon felt a hand on mine, "Come now, Anvanima, everything will resume to being wonderful again."
"And you know this- how?" I asked, bitterly. He squeezed my hand tightly.
"Renich simbel estel," he said. I smiled.
"Remember there is always hope," I whispered, repeating what he said.
He smiled, and took his other hand, stroking my hair softly, "Come now, get into bed and you can rest."
"Where will you stay?"
"I suppose I shall just go home," he said.
"Allow me to get into my slumber attire," I said, taking the slumber wear and walking to the living area, and then I changed into the dress then walked back to the chamber. I lay on the bed, and he pulled the blankets over me.
"Go to sleep," he commanded, "I shall see you soon." I nodded and saw him walk outside then disappear in the night. I did not fall asleep. I clutched the paper tightly, and shut my eyes. I opened them, and unfolded the paper, scanned my eyes across it, and then crumpled it up again. The next morning, I woke up.
"Good morning!" sang a voice. I sighed to myself.
"Elrohir, what are you doing here?" I asked, shouting. He popped his head into the arch of the bedroom, where I was still sitting straight up on my bed. "Do you not ever leave?" I moaned grumpily to myself- but he knew I was only pretending.
He smiled, "Arwen and Elladan are here also." I groaned.
"Wonderful," I said dryly, "Next time you are throwing a party at my house, could you please inform me of it ahead of time?"
"Surely," he said, smiling, "Come on; Elladan has started making a meal!" My eyes widened in shock. Elladan is the worst chef I have ever met.
"No!" I wailed, jumping out of bed and running toward my kitchen. Elladan was standing there, laughing.
"Don't worry; I didn't actually do anything yet. I was going to-"
"Don't. Do you remember what happened last time?" I asked, annoyed. He smiled.
I remembered it all too well- Elladan, Elrohir, and I snuck into the kitchens in the night- whilst no Elves were there. At first, we just wanted a pastry- but there was no food to be found- just ingredients used to make them. So, Elladan, being the intelligent and gifted Elf he was, decided to try and make a cake. He took many random ingredients, mainly sea salt and honey and assorted fruits, and tried to bake them, but ended up setting fire to the kitchen.
Lord Elrond was very angry at that. I laughed at the memory, and Elladan did too, soon Elrohir joined in.
"What is so funny?" Arwen asked, annoyed upon walking impatiently into the room. Elladan, Elrohir, and I stopped laughing for a moment, looked at each other, and then burst out laughing even harder.
"Fine, fine, keep your secrets! Your home welcoming gifts are in the lounging room," Arwen said, taking my arm and leading me to the lounge room.
On the table were a large mirror, a small box, breakfast, and a quiver. I walked over, to further inspect the quiver. It was a rich red color, not quite so cylindrical, and on the top of the quiver was a golden trim bursting with graceful swirls. The top was not flat, but rather pointed on two sides, and on where it was not pointed, it was arched downwards. It had a large, thick leather strap which could fit around my body but still left enough space to fit a sword in-between myself and the quiver. Then, I inspected the mirror.
It was white, with golden vines crawling up and down the frame. I glanced over at the small box, which was also white and had a golden flower on the lid. I unlatched the clasp and opened it. Inside were two combs, and many pins- and a necklace. I picked it up; examining its beauty- it hung daintily on a fine platinum chain, and from that hung a pendant of thin silver, woven into miniature wings of a nightingale. In the center of the wings was a tiny teardrop of blue- the curved bottom dipped just past the wings.
"It's beautiful," I said, looking toward the doorway where Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen were standing. Arwen smiled proudly, walking over.
"Yes, I know," she replied, letting out a small laugh. She took the pendant from my hands and placed it around my neck.
"I can not accept this," I said softly, looking at down at the necklace then up at her.
"Nonsense, of course you can- and you shall," she said in a very formal tone, "Besides, it was made for you."
I smiled, "Then, thank you," I looked over at Elladan and Elrohir, who were still standing in the doorframe, "Come, join me in breakfast." They smiled a bit and walked toward the table, where they stood and took pieces of the fruit and nuts.
"I bought the breakfast," Elladan said, proudly after we had eaten.
"Oh, oh!" Elrohir said, jumping up- his dark hair flailing about madly, "Come! I can not believe I have forgotten!"
"Forgotten what?" Elladan asked, throwing his twin a confused look. Arwen glared at him, almost annoyed looking then jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Oh!" Elladan responded before grinning madly and running outside. Before I had a chance to ask anything, Elrohir grabbed my right arm and Arwen the other, and together they ran toward the door, leaving me to either run along with them or be dragged outside by the arms.
