Disclaimer: I do not own any Lotr characters or anything else. But I do own Seregwen. That's all!
A/N: I am so sorry for the long delay. I've had writers block and it hasn't been easy to write this story. To Irish Banshee: Here is the chapter you have been waiting for. It's kinda short but explains some stuff. Enjoy!
Note on the story: This is a flashback chapterso if you're wondering where I am with this story. I'll go back to the regular timeline in the next chapter. ; }
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Chapter VI: Lessons Learned
"Seregwen!"
Seregwen snapped up her head from her little nap on her chestnut desk. A furious Elrond looked down upon her hold a long stick in his hand as well. Next to her sat Arwen and her two brothers. She tried to hold her innocent face but Elrond had seen right through it. It was hard for Seregwen to stay the least bit awake during one of Lord Elrond's lectures and it was nearing her hunting time and that was one thing she hated to miss.
Seregwen then shielded her head for the oncoming thwack from the long oak stick he held in his hands. When nothing came Seregwen didn't know if she had done nothing wrong or if Lord Elrond was really ill. Arwen silently giggled as Elrond refrained from giving Seregwen her daily lesson for sleeping during her studies.
"Seregwen, did you listen to any of what I have said all this lesson?" Elrond asked as he strode back and forth in front of the four desks. Seregwen could feel the blood rise into her cheeks resulting in her blushing wildly.
"I am sorry Lord Elrond. It's not that I find your lessons monotonous it was that I hadn't gotten a lot a sleep in the past few days and the lull of afternoon breeze brought me to sleep," She explained truthfully as possible. Elrond sighed and rubbed his temples irritably because he knew she was partly lying to him.
"Lessons are over for today. You all may leave...Seregwen please stay," He grumbled and waited for the other three to exit the chamber. Seregwen didn't know what to think or do at the moment. Her heart was about to beat right out of her chest and onto the desk if Elrond's angered silence went on any longer.
"I am heartily sorry Lord Elrond. I promise it will never happen again," Seregwen begged nervously but when a smile crept across his lips she knew it wasn't why he was frustrated so.
"There is no need for that. Now Seregwen, follow me. There is something I have to show you that is very important for you to know," he said already leaving the room. Seregwen slowly walked behind Elrond as he led the way. He finally stopped before the door to his own private study, which is off limits to everyone, even to his children. Elrond gingerly opened the door and showed Seregwen into the room. Inside the room was filled to the ceiling with books and documents as far as the eye could see. Elrond motioned for Seregwen to stay where she was as he searched for whatever he was looking for. At long length he advanced back over to her with his hands secretly behind his back. With a warm smile he revealed what was in his hands. A small gold necklace lies gently in his hands.
"I cannot accept this gift." Seregwen said shaking her head and pushing his hands away, but only to immediately come back.
"This necklace was your mother's and she begged me to give it to you when you where old enough to understand it's meaning. Put it on and I will explain." Seregwen absently put the necklace on and listened to what the old elf had to say. Elrond smiled when he saw it on her. She was a vision of her mother in both body and spirit. "Your mother, as you know, was a pure breed vampire, but your father was a Slivan elf. That is why you can stand the lust for blood longer than your kin. But there is more to this than it seems, Seregwen." Elrond took a moment to catch his breath then continue his explanation.
"When you were born your mother fled from Mordor because you be killed if anyone found out that you were only half vampire. She forsake your father to save you and bring you to Imladris. There she knew she would be protected and you could live like any other Elven child. But when you arrived your mother had been killed in a nearby forest. In your mother's hands there was a note written in blood and that necklace you are wearing. I do believe I still have that very letter she held." Elrond advanced over to a pile of tattered documents and shifted through them. Seregwen was tense as she watched him calmly flip through the papers. At long length Elrond finally pulled the light creamy paper out of the stack and handed it to her. It was in horrible shape from the years that have since it had been written. It reads as follows:
'Lord Elrond, Lord of Imladris:
I know I will not make it through this forest for the minions of the Dark Lord are nipping at my heels. I beg you to take my child and let her live a normal elven life; opposed to a life in the shadows. Please give to her this necklace passed down in my family for thousands of years. It is the remembrance to her dark past. Do not let the Dark Lord lay his hands upon her or he will discover her true power over him. I do not have much more time so I will make it short. The name I give to her is: Seregwen, Blood Maiden of Mordor. Farwell. I will finally have peace in the halls of Mandos knowing she is cared for. Thank you.
Galioviel, vampire of Mordor'
Seregwen tried to quell her tears stinging in her eyes as she read. The smell of the ink was clearly her mother's own blood. She looked intently on Elrond before her pushing out a sincere smile. Elrond marveled at the young maiden's strength.
"I understand now what my mother wants me to do. She intended me to be what she couldn't: a warrior and that I shall be," Seregwen choked out as she folded the paper back to original state. She wiped away the tears that had just fallen and shakily stood from the chair.
"You are very bold, Seregwen, but that is a far too noble thing for you to do alone. Your mother wanted to live a long prosperous life." Seregwen could feel thing pain inside of her grow when these words were spoken, but she kept her temper in check.
"As you wish, my Lord. I will retire to my chambers now and rest on what has been said." With that she bowed and promptly left the room in silence. Elrond sighed deeply when she left. He had a feeling that her emotions would soon cloud her judgment. Little did he know that would be the last time he would Seregwen for almost a thousand years.
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A/N: Please review! I want to know what ya think! Thank you!
A/N: I am so sorry for the long delay. I've had writers block and it hasn't been easy to write this story. To Irish Banshee: Here is the chapter you have been waiting for. It's kinda short but explains some stuff. Enjoy!
Note on the story: This is a flashback chapterso if you're wondering where I am with this story. I'll go back to the regular timeline in the next chapter. ; }
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Chapter VI: Lessons Learned
"Seregwen!"
Seregwen snapped up her head from her little nap on her chestnut desk. A furious Elrond looked down upon her hold a long stick in his hand as well. Next to her sat Arwen and her two brothers. She tried to hold her innocent face but Elrond had seen right through it. It was hard for Seregwen to stay the least bit awake during one of Lord Elrond's lectures and it was nearing her hunting time and that was one thing she hated to miss.
Seregwen then shielded her head for the oncoming thwack from the long oak stick he held in his hands. When nothing came Seregwen didn't know if she had done nothing wrong or if Lord Elrond was really ill. Arwen silently giggled as Elrond refrained from giving Seregwen her daily lesson for sleeping during her studies.
"Seregwen, did you listen to any of what I have said all this lesson?" Elrond asked as he strode back and forth in front of the four desks. Seregwen could feel the blood rise into her cheeks resulting in her blushing wildly.
"I am sorry Lord Elrond. It's not that I find your lessons monotonous it was that I hadn't gotten a lot a sleep in the past few days and the lull of afternoon breeze brought me to sleep," She explained truthfully as possible. Elrond sighed and rubbed his temples irritably because he knew she was partly lying to him.
"Lessons are over for today. You all may leave...Seregwen please stay," He grumbled and waited for the other three to exit the chamber. Seregwen didn't know what to think or do at the moment. Her heart was about to beat right out of her chest and onto the desk if Elrond's angered silence went on any longer.
"I am heartily sorry Lord Elrond. I promise it will never happen again," Seregwen begged nervously but when a smile crept across his lips she knew it wasn't why he was frustrated so.
"There is no need for that. Now Seregwen, follow me. There is something I have to show you that is very important for you to know," he said already leaving the room. Seregwen slowly walked behind Elrond as he led the way. He finally stopped before the door to his own private study, which is off limits to everyone, even to his children. Elrond gingerly opened the door and showed Seregwen into the room. Inside the room was filled to the ceiling with books and documents as far as the eye could see. Elrond motioned for Seregwen to stay where she was as he searched for whatever he was looking for. At long length he advanced back over to her with his hands secretly behind his back. With a warm smile he revealed what was in his hands. A small gold necklace lies gently in his hands.
"I cannot accept this gift." Seregwen said shaking her head and pushing his hands away, but only to immediately come back.
"This necklace was your mother's and she begged me to give it to you when you where old enough to understand it's meaning. Put it on and I will explain." Seregwen absently put the necklace on and listened to what the old elf had to say. Elrond smiled when he saw it on her. She was a vision of her mother in both body and spirit. "Your mother, as you know, was a pure breed vampire, but your father was a Slivan elf. That is why you can stand the lust for blood longer than your kin. But there is more to this than it seems, Seregwen." Elrond took a moment to catch his breath then continue his explanation.
"When you were born your mother fled from Mordor because you be killed if anyone found out that you were only half vampire. She forsake your father to save you and bring you to Imladris. There she knew she would be protected and you could live like any other Elven child. But when you arrived your mother had been killed in a nearby forest. In your mother's hands there was a note written in blood and that necklace you are wearing. I do believe I still have that very letter she held." Elrond advanced over to a pile of tattered documents and shifted through them. Seregwen was tense as she watched him calmly flip through the papers. At long length Elrond finally pulled the light creamy paper out of the stack and handed it to her. It was in horrible shape from the years that have since it had been written. It reads as follows:
'Lord Elrond, Lord of Imladris:
I know I will not make it through this forest for the minions of the Dark Lord are nipping at my heels. I beg you to take my child and let her live a normal elven life; opposed to a life in the shadows. Please give to her this necklace passed down in my family for thousands of years. It is the remembrance to her dark past. Do not let the Dark Lord lay his hands upon her or he will discover her true power over him. I do not have much more time so I will make it short. The name I give to her is: Seregwen, Blood Maiden of Mordor. Farwell. I will finally have peace in the halls of Mandos knowing she is cared for. Thank you.
Galioviel, vampire of Mordor'
Seregwen tried to quell her tears stinging in her eyes as she read. The smell of the ink was clearly her mother's own blood. She looked intently on Elrond before her pushing out a sincere smile. Elrond marveled at the young maiden's strength.
"I understand now what my mother wants me to do. She intended me to be what she couldn't: a warrior and that I shall be," Seregwen choked out as she folded the paper back to original state. She wiped away the tears that had just fallen and shakily stood from the chair.
"You are very bold, Seregwen, but that is a far too noble thing for you to do alone. Your mother wanted to live a long prosperous life." Seregwen could feel thing pain inside of her grow when these words were spoken, but she kept her temper in check.
"As you wish, my Lord. I will retire to my chambers now and rest on what has been said." With that she bowed and promptly left the room in silence. Elrond sighed deeply when she left. He had a feeling that her emotions would soon cloud her judgment. Little did he know that would be the last time he would Seregwen for almost a thousand years.
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A/N: Please review! I want to know what ya think! Thank you!
