After Tauren had left, Celesil leaned back on her pillow, giving out a sigh of satisfaction. Only a few days with him and she knew her heart was eternally bound to this one Elf only. She was still so young, though. What would her mother judge, an Elf who had waited a couple thousand years before totally entrusting her heart to Elessar? The princess attempted to brush the thoughts from her mind.
Inhaling deeply the fresh morning zephyr approaching through her window, Celesil stood up and shook her nightgown to a pool of white linen encompassing her ankles, then pulled the azure dress over her head and around her body. She bolted as the thought hit her. These people knew her as the princess of Gondor! Surely the denizens would recognize her face. But, why didn't the inn-keeper recognize her? Probably because the royal family always stayed in the small palace to the west of the city on trips. Sighing, Celesil determined to stay in her room to herself.
Wanting to keep her hands busy, she spent the next while plaiting her mane into three herringbones, using the strands covering the top half of her head, as her mother often did. Then she began a letter to her mother, Arwen Undomiel.
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Amil [mother],
I hope this message finds your hands safely and quickly. I am traveling back to Gondor, now in Methedenglad, as Rivendell has been attacked and burned, myself being the only survivor. Please tell Atar [father] this, as we may expect some sort of attack ourselves. Do not worry about my safety on the road though, as I have met up and am now traveling with a wonderful Elf by the name of Nauvar. He has been kind and good to me, providing food, clothes, protection, and company. We plan to arrive at Minas Tirith in five days' time.
Yendêlya [your daughter],
Celesil
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Upon folding the mauscript and sealing it with red wax, she called for her page-servant.
"It's urgent. Get this to the Queen of Gondor, Undomiel, with all speed." Bowing, the young boy left, soon to hand the letter off to the fastest of Methedenglad's riders.
The day passed on and Celesil spent it inside, reading books and writing poetry. Dusk arrived, and finally, as darkness enveloped the world, Varda's children glimmered in the midnight sky. Hoping for Tauren to return, she wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and stepped outside, walking over to the entrance leading to the top of the stone walls protecting this colony. Leaning over the edge, she parted her graceful lips and let an Elven song pour forth. She had often heard it from Legolas, who only told her it what the Elves use to call their lovers, and not its translation.
"Lemel quanta ore, umet, oian.
Onan orë le chebalye.
Lhawalye hi lindë, ar khitalye lammennin,
Ve wilwarin hiriel lothmuruvor,
An teithan le an imlori,
Nalliel lekambâmel nef im.
Tule arimdae, a nailye imlegalad thila.
Corake im, ar lambele minnai antoim,
Quantiel met ar mel.
Tule im hae an dolen unque erinesse,
Ar echuvalmet melur an met,
Er aldar eleni tintilariel ve tirmet.
Ve Beren nalle Tinuviel,
Ve nallan le.
Tule im, melda.
Tule im. (© ME! aka HazelEyes)
Her song filled the air in beautiful bravura, turning the heads of many of the night watchment. No attention was doled to them, though, as she soley focused on calling home her lover.
As a matter of fact, Tauren did hear her song. The song was for him and him alone. "Noro lim!" he called to his horse, galvanizing his steed as the song urged him on.
[Author's Note: Eep! Finally, I've put out some more chapters. Sorry it's taken so long! Finals and everything. What a drag :P Like the Elvish poem? Try to unscramble it! It is both Sindarin and Quenya mixed together. Took soo long...I'll try to get another chappy up ASAP, so keep those reviews comin'!]
Inhaling deeply the fresh morning zephyr approaching through her window, Celesil stood up and shook her nightgown to a pool of white linen encompassing her ankles, then pulled the azure dress over her head and around her body. She bolted as the thought hit her. These people knew her as the princess of Gondor! Surely the denizens would recognize her face. But, why didn't the inn-keeper recognize her? Probably because the royal family always stayed in the small palace to the west of the city on trips. Sighing, Celesil determined to stay in her room to herself.
Wanting to keep her hands busy, she spent the next while plaiting her mane into three herringbones, using the strands covering the top half of her head, as her mother often did. Then she began a letter to her mother, Arwen Undomiel.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amil [mother],
I hope this message finds your hands safely and quickly. I am traveling back to Gondor, now in Methedenglad, as Rivendell has been attacked and burned, myself being the only survivor. Please tell Atar [father] this, as we may expect some sort of attack ourselves. Do not worry about my safety on the road though, as I have met up and am now traveling with a wonderful Elf by the name of Nauvar. He has been kind and good to me, providing food, clothes, protection, and company. We plan to arrive at Minas Tirith in five days' time.
Yendêlya [your daughter],
Celesil
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Upon folding the mauscript and sealing it with red wax, she called for her page-servant.
"It's urgent. Get this to the Queen of Gondor, Undomiel, with all speed." Bowing, the young boy left, soon to hand the letter off to the fastest of Methedenglad's riders.
The day passed on and Celesil spent it inside, reading books and writing poetry. Dusk arrived, and finally, as darkness enveloped the world, Varda's children glimmered in the midnight sky. Hoping for Tauren to return, she wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and stepped outside, walking over to the entrance leading to the top of the stone walls protecting this colony. Leaning over the edge, she parted her graceful lips and let an Elven song pour forth. She had often heard it from Legolas, who only told her it what the Elves use to call their lovers, and not its translation.
"Lemel quanta ore, umet, oian.
Onan orë le chebalye.
Lhawalye hi lindë, ar khitalye lammennin,
Ve wilwarin hiriel lothmuruvor,
An teithan le an imlori,
Nalliel lekambâmel nef im.
Tule arimdae, a nailye imlegalad thila.
Corake im, ar lambele minnai antoim,
Quantiel met ar mel.
Tule im hae an dolen unque erinesse,
Ar echuvalmet melur an met,
Er aldar eleni tintilariel ve tirmet.
Ve Beren nalle Tinuviel,
Ve nallan le.
Tule im, melda.
Tule im. (© ME! aka HazelEyes)
Her song filled the air in beautiful bravura, turning the heads of many of the night watchment. No attention was doled to them, though, as she soley focused on calling home her lover.
As a matter of fact, Tauren did hear her song. The song was for him and him alone. "Noro lim!" he called to his horse, galvanizing his steed as the song urged him on.
[Author's Note: Eep! Finally, I've put out some more chapters. Sorry it's taken so long! Finals and everything. What a drag :P Like the Elvish poem? Try to unscramble it! It is both Sindarin and Quenya mixed together. Took soo long...I'll try to get another chappy up ASAP, so keep those reviews comin'!]
