chapter 5-
I stood on the balcony, staring in the direction of the sea, missing
the smell of the salt air, of the sound of waves crashing on a cliff. I
noticed Legolas, Gliren, and Silinde talking below me. Erualarion was
somewhere speaking with Lord Elrond, what they spoke of I do not know.
Sadness welled up in me, and at the moment I felt completely alone, as if I
were standing in the middle of a room, screaming at the top of my lungs and
no one even noticed. I began to sing a son that I had learned as a child,
a song of my land and the sea.
To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressëa, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!
Gliren looked onto me with wonder and awe, and curiosity twinkled in Legolas's eyes. Sliinde marveled at the beauty of the song, none of them had ever heard the song before. I admit, the gift of song in me is not the greatest, and i did not think it anything special, but they all stared onto me with curiosity and awe. A grey mist passed over my vision and I saw Legolas on a ship, floating out at sea, listening to the beautiful sound of waves. I tuned toward the direction that Legolas was standing and I saw my home, the Lonely Isle, Tol Eressëa. I smiled, but I must have looked drained as the vision held me in its grip. When it passed, Silinde and Gliren were beside me, as if to catch me if I went unconscious again, Legolas was not far behind them. "The pleasant visions are draining, but the horrible visions are the ones that are a danger to me." I said softly. They all looked surprised, and it made me smile. "The song was beautiful." Legolas said, "You must tell me of your home when you have a spare moment." he grinned. I looked at Gliren, "I think I need to rest, I feel drained." I said, then I turned to Legolas, "I will, but now is not the time." I smiled. "Thank you, and your story is worth waiting to hear." he said. Gliren helped me get up, and she led me back to my quarters, which was now Erualarion's rooms. As we entered the room she helped me crawl into the bed, I felt exhausted, and I hated having to need help to do simple things. Gliren took notice of that and sympathized. I pulled the blankets over me and propped myself up on the pillows. "Why did you leave your home?" Gliren asked, needing to know the truth. "I am flawed," I said, "my own people fear what they do not understand, or what is unordinary. When I was young they thought it was a temporary thing, and my eyes were marked. As I aged it became apparent that it would not fade, so I was made an outcast. I was not even permitted to receive the crown that should have been given to me by my birthright." I finished. "Your a royal?" she asked. "Yes." I simply said. "But why does your gift matter? You should have been accepted, and cherished. You have something that could be used for the better." Gliren said. "Because people aren't supposed to see things before they happen." I said. I was nearly in tears. "I understand what it's like to be outcast, for years I thought I was human! Then everything changed so fast." she said, and then she told me of how she found out her heritage and found herself there. I stared in amazement at her story, feeling like I was no longer alone. I was not the only one to know what it was like to be an outcast, to be rejected by your own people, family, and the ones we thought were our friends. When she was done with her story we were both in tears, and we embraced as sisters, and we took each other as family. "Le hauta nî ve nîn gwathel Gliren! I take you as my sister Gliren!" I exclaimed "Mellon heltha, nî ve nîn gwathel, Oriavanim! I too, take you as my sister Oriavanim!" Gliren replied, her eyes twinkling. "Alas, but I must find Silinde, for I dearly miss him already!" she said, as she embraced me once again before bounding off into the woods seeking her love. I understood, and smiled, she had found happiness with Silinde. I understood it as well as I understood that I had found happiness with Erualarion. I caught a noise from somewhere downstairs, there was arguing in the lower quarters. I managed to pick out Lord Elronds voice, and my own love, Erualarion's too. The voices were too muffled for me to make them out, so I decided to creep down the stairs and listen. I knew it was none of my business, but i wanted to listen to my loves voice. "I will not marry her! I am to marry my love, the Lady Oriavanim! Who are you to stop someone from what their heart tells them!" Erualarion raged. "There is nothing for you with her, with Arwen you have a foreseen and well supported future." Lord Elrond said calmly. "Everything I have ever done, I have done it for you," Erualarion shook his head, unbelieving What Elrond was saying, "but I cannot do this. I cannot give up my Lady Oriavanim. I will not." Erualarion sad calmly, though he was quite upset. "You have no future but that of a wandering fool with her! And Arwen? Do you not care what happens to her? All that awaits her here is age and death." Elrond said, becoming quite angry. "I have always wanted you to think of me as a son, but not because of a marriage. You raised me, and you are the only family I have ever known." he shook his head, trying to hide the tears beginning to prick his eyes, "But obviously I am a mere pupil to you, and I wish not to gain you as family through a marriage I will only detest." Lord Elrond looked as if someone had twisted a knife through his gut, but he could not find the words in which he sought. Instead he looked pained, as if what Erualarion said was not true, though he knew it was. "I care for you my Lord," he said truthfully, "and I do care for the Lady Arwen," he said to make Elrond feel better, "but I cannot walk into a marriage without love, especially knowing that the one I love is right in this very house! Do you not understand that?" Lord Elrond calmly listened to what Erualarion had to say. "Aragorn loves Arwen... he LOVES her! Do you not see that as well?" Erualarion screeched. "I must go and find my love, I have spent too long away from her already. Lady Arwen is no child anymore, she can give her heart to whom she pleases." and with that Erualarion turned away and began climbing the steps, running right into me. "My love? Have you been listening this whole time?" he said, wrapping his arms around me. "I did not hear it all, but I have heard enough." I said, as he lowered his lips to mine. And so we shared a deep kiss at the top of the steps, not caring if the whole world had been watching.
Gliren looked onto me with wonder and awe, and curiosity twinkled in Legolas's eyes. Sliinde marveled at the beauty of the song, none of them had ever heard the song before. I admit, the gift of song in me is not the greatest, and i did not think it anything special, but they all stared onto me with curiosity and awe. A grey mist passed over my vision and I saw Legolas on a ship, floating out at sea, listening to the beautiful sound of waves. I tuned toward the direction that Legolas was standing and I saw my home, the Lonely Isle, Tol Eressëa. I smiled, but I must have looked drained as the vision held me in its grip. When it passed, Silinde and Gliren were beside me, as if to catch me if I went unconscious again, Legolas was not far behind them. "The pleasant visions are draining, but the horrible visions are the ones that are a danger to me." I said softly. They all looked surprised, and it made me smile. "The song was beautiful." Legolas said, "You must tell me of your home when you have a spare moment." he grinned. I looked at Gliren, "I think I need to rest, I feel drained." I said, then I turned to Legolas, "I will, but now is not the time." I smiled. "Thank you, and your story is worth waiting to hear." he said. Gliren helped me get up, and she led me back to my quarters, which was now Erualarion's rooms. As we entered the room she helped me crawl into the bed, I felt exhausted, and I hated having to need help to do simple things. Gliren took notice of that and sympathized. I pulled the blankets over me and propped myself up on the pillows. "Why did you leave your home?" Gliren asked, needing to know the truth. "I am flawed," I said, "my own people fear what they do not understand, or what is unordinary. When I was young they thought it was a temporary thing, and my eyes were marked. As I aged it became apparent that it would not fade, so I was made an outcast. I was not even permitted to receive the crown that should have been given to me by my birthright." I finished. "Your a royal?" she asked. "Yes." I simply said. "But why does your gift matter? You should have been accepted, and cherished. You have something that could be used for the better." Gliren said. "Because people aren't supposed to see things before they happen." I said. I was nearly in tears. "I understand what it's like to be outcast, for years I thought I was human! Then everything changed so fast." she said, and then she told me of how she found out her heritage and found herself there. I stared in amazement at her story, feeling like I was no longer alone. I was not the only one to know what it was like to be an outcast, to be rejected by your own people, family, and the ones we thought were our friends. When she was done with her story we were both in tears, and we embraced as sisters, and we took each other as family. "Le hauta nî ve nîn gwathel Gliren! I take you as my sister Gliren!" I exclaimed "Mellon heltha, nî ve nîn gwathel, Oriavanim! I too, take you as my sister Oriavanim!" Gliren replied, her eyes twinkling. "Alas, but I must find Silinde, for I dearly miss him already!" she said, as she embraced me once again before bounding off into the woods seeking her love. I understood, and smiled, she had found happiness with Silinde. I understood it as well as I understood that I had found happiness with Erualarion. I caught a noise from somewhere downstairs, there was arguing in the lower quarters. I managed to pick out Lord Elronds voice, and my own love, Erualarion's too. The voices were too muffled for me to make them out, so I decided to creep down the stairs and listen. I knew it was none of my business, but i wanted to listen to my loves voice. "I will not marry her! I am to marry my love, the Lady Oriavanim! Who are you to stop someone from what their heart tells them!" Erualarion raged. "There is nothing for you with her, with Arwen you have a foreseen and well supported future." Lord Elrond said calmly. "Everything I have ever done, I have done it for you," Erualarion shook his head, unbelieving What Elrond was saying, "but I cannot do this. I cannot give up my Lady Oriavanim. I will not." Erualarion sad calmly, though he was quite upset. "You have no future but that of a wandering fool with her! And Arwen? Do you not care what happens to her? All that awaits her here is age and death." Elrond said, becoming quite angry. "I have always wanted you to think of me as a son, but not because of a marriage. You raised me, and you are the only family I have ever known." he shook his head, trying to hide the tears beginning to prick his eyes, "But obviously I am a mere pupil to you, and I wish not to gain you as family through a marriage I will only detest." Lord Elrond looked as if someone had twisted a knife through his gut, but he could not find the words in which he sought. Instead he looked pained, as if what Erualarion said was not true, though he knew it was. "I care for you my Lord," he said truthfully, "and I do care for the Lady Arwen," he said to make Elrond feel better, "but I cannot walk into a marriage without love, especially knowing that the one I love is right in this very house! Do you not understand that?" Lord Elrond calmly listened to what Erualarion had to say. "Aragorn loves Arwen... he LOVES her! Do you not see that as well?" Erualarion screeched. "I must go and find my love, I have spent too long away from her already. Lady Arwen is no child anymore, she can give her heart to whom she pleases." and with that Erualarion turned away and began climbing the steps, running right into me. "My love? Have you been listening this whole time?" he said, wrapping his arms around me. "I did not hear it all, but I have heard enough." I said, as he lowered his lips to mine. And so we shared a deep kiss at the top of the steps, not caring if the whole world had been watching.
