A/N ok, I did change the ending, and the wording, ok, I cut the end bit off, the new end bit'll be in the next chapter.
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Loswen was startled out of her rest. Legolas was staring at her with disbelief in his eyes. He was looking at her as in she was some dead thing that had crawled into a bed, as if...as if she was dirty. He managed to utter one word, "Glorfindel."
Mirglor watched her parents intently. She looked at her mother the carefullest, great blood ran in Glorfindel's veins and it now ran in Mirglors. She percieved that this may very well be one of the last times that she ever saw her mother. She watched the flurry of emotions pass through her parents. Mirglor saw the sadness in her mothers eyes, she saw the hurt in her fathers'. They argued, mother tried desperately to grab hold of father but failed.
Mirglor watched carefully as people started to enter the room because of the shouting. A'wen came, she picked up Mirglor and took her out of the room. Mirglor craned her neck as she was taken out, trying to catch glimpses of her mother.
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It had happened. Legolas had finally found out, no-one had any idea how it had happened. Aragorn looked at the small child that had been placed in his lap. She was watching the door for any sign of her parents. Suddenly she sighed.
Tears welled up in her eyes, Aragorn tried desperately to cheer her up, "it wasn't your fault, don't worry."
Mirglor looked up and carefully whispered, "I know the fault is not mine, I just fear I shall never see mother again."
Aragorn looked at the child, 'never see mother again'? Where was Loswen going? She would always be welcomed here. Was something bad going to happen to her? Was Legolas going to do something terrible? Aragorn shook his head silently, no, Legolas would never do something like that, but then what did the child mean?
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She couldn't stay here, not now, she couldn't take Mirglor with her, but Mirglor was an elf, she would be alive for thousands of years. A few years apart would do them no harm. Loswen needed to get away from here, everyone was friends of Legolas, she knew no-one, even the elves that they had brought down with them had nothing to do with her. She needed to go north again. She needed to find her own family in Mirkwood, she needed to snow. Loswen needed the snow most of all, she needed the snow to cleanse her. They wouldn't understand, they wouldn't let her leave.
Loswen desperatly wanted to take Mirglor with her, but she couldn't, it was too dangerous, she could get by herself, but with such a young elfling? Not a chance. Besides, Mirglor was safe here, if Legolas did not take care of her, then surely the others would, Glorfindel was of Rivendell, just like Arwen and Aragorn.
If Loswen had stopped to think she would have seen that this was all illogical. She would have of course been welcomed, she could have stayed as long as she wanted. Mirglor would have been safe with her, Legolas would perhaps even, one day, forgive her. Yet instead she packed a horse as quickly as she could, once last trip to see her daughter.
She approached the balcony of the room that Mirglor was in, she called to her. Mirglor looked down, sadness in her eyes, as if she already knew.
"I'm leaving, I won't be gone for too long, I'm going north, back to Mirkwood. Don't worry, I'll return to you."
Mirglor nodded, she was carefully taking note of the features of Loswen's face. She wished always to remember what it looked like, how fair it looked to her. The deep green eyes, the pale complexion, the blue lips, the narrow nose. The kind expression that usually graced her face was gone. Loswen turned and left. Mirglor stayed staring after her.
Aragorn walked into the room where they had left Mirglor, she was gone! Ah, no, she was on the balcony. He walked out, the ground around her was wet, interesting, it hadn't rained in a week. He went to touch Mirglor's hand, to turn her around, the skin was as cold as death. Her face was streaked in tears, she was staring off at some point in the distance. Aragorn tried to turn her eyes away from the point but he found he could not.
"Arwen!" He called, not knowing what to do, were there always problems like this with children?
Mirglor kept muttering under her breath, one word, over and over, "gone."
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Two days had passed since Loswen had left, they had parties out looking for her but she was an elf. Even an untrained elf could keep themselves hidden for weeks in nature.
"Time is what is needed, it will cure nearly all problems..." Aragorn said, trying his wiser side.
Arwen looked up from her task, "or it destroys anything that there was in the beginning."
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Three weeks later and Loswen was moving ever north. Each passing day brought her closer to the snow that she needed, and the comfort that would come with it. Alas, there was something that Loswen had been dwelling on, would she be welcomed, surely news of what had happened would reach the forest before she would. She would need a new name to travel under, she could go to one of the outer settlements. But the time of the elves was ending. She was not sure she deserved the snow, or her name, 'snow-maiden' was no longer fitting to her. She was sullied, she was snow that had mixed with dirt, she was no longer a 'maiden' and so she took on a new name. Mithlos, 'grey-snow', not white anymore, but tainted by black.
Loswen decided that she could not return to Mirkwood, she would have to seek shelter somewhere, away from the snow. She didn't deserve it. And so, Loswen, Princess of Mirkwood became Mithlos the Wanderer. She dwelt with men, she dwelt with dwarves, she dwelt with hobbits (she met them on the road and shared a camp with a group of them for a week or two, seems they were on their way to Gondor). She became an elf respected by men and dwarves alike, but never elves. Mithlos avoid other elves at all costs, she avoided any people who may know of her, or at least Loswen.
For 90 years she wandered Middle-Earth. For 90 years she saw no snow. For 90 years she loved no-one. For 90 years she did not see her daughter. Many times did she get a longing to see the snow, and her daughter, yet she never yielded.
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In Gondor, things were not as smooth. Legolas, in his heart, had forgiven Loswen for not telling him that Glorfindel was Mirglor's father. He could forgive her anything, well, almost. There was one thing that he could not forgive her, and that was leaving Mirglor.
Legolas did not care how upset, or afraid, or confused she was. There was no forgiving abandoning ones daughter. Especially not a daughter of his. For that is what she was, as surely as Aragorn was King and Arwen was the Evenstar. Yet still, even after forgiving Loswen for hiding the truth, he could not stand the childs name, 'Mirglor,' 'Golden Jewel' far too close to Glorfindel. It reminded him of all that had happened. They knew enough of Mirglor to give her her 'mother-name' yet she was lacking a mother to give it. So she was given her new name, 'Glindin' by the Evenstar herself. For she saw Mirglor's role, as it would unfold, as she had played it so far. 'Silent Gleam' it was, for she perceived everything, but took it silently and as sharp as a dagger.
So Glindin Mirglor grew, she grew into a beautiful elf, resembling Glorfindel more and more with each passing year. It was clear that the blood of the Vanyar ran in her veins. She was skilled at healing, and her forsight was impressive.
Glindin Mirglor grew sad and drawn,. she speant her first 90 years dwelling on the image of her mother she had from their last ever meeting. She waited for her mother to return, she knew she never would, but that did not change the longing. For all she knew her mother had perished. She had told Mirglor that she was going to Mirkwood, Eryn Lasgalen, yet there she never arrived.
The only news that ever reached them of her was 50 years ago, the news that reached them was that a lone elleth had travelled with a group of hobbits on their way to Gondor. She had hair that was almost white and black eyes. There were few elves that would fit that description. Even mroe she had said that her name was 'Mithlos'. This name told Glindin all that she needed to know about the state of her mother. She was Mithlos, 'grey-snow' downtrodden, used, hopeless.
No other news had come, the elves were leaving and her father had expressed an interesting in going, sailing West. She would go where ever father went. Yet while her mother still roamed Middle-Earth she was reluctant to leave it.
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Loswen was startled out of her rest. Legolas was staring at her with disbelief in his eyes. He was looking at her as in she was some dead thing that had crawled into a bed, as if...as if she was dirty. He managed to utter one word, "Glorfindel."
Mirglor watched her parents intently. She looked at her mother the carefullest, great blood ran in Glorfindel's veins and it now ran in Mirglors. She percieved that this may very well be one of the last times that she ever saw her mother. She watched the flurry of emotions pass through her parents. Mirglor saw the sadness in her mothers eyes, she saw the hurt in her fathers'. They argued, mother tried desperately to grab hold of father but failed.
Mirglor watched carefully as people started to enter the room because of the shouting. A'wen came, she picked up Mirglor and took her out of the room. Mirglor craned her neck as she was taken out, trying to catch glimpses of her mother.
***
It had happened. Legolas had finally found out, no-one had any idea how it had happened. Aragorn looked at the small child that had been placed in his lap. She was watching the door for any sign of her parents. Suddenly she sighed.
Tears welled up in her eyes, Aragorn tried desperately to cheer her up, "it wasn't your fault, don't worry."
Mirglor looked up and carefully whispered, "I know the fault is not mine, I just fear I shall never see mother again."
Aragorn looked at the child, 'never see mother again'? Where was Loswen going? She would always be welcomed here. Was something bad going to happen to her? Was Legolas going to do something terrible? Aragorn shook his head silently, no, Legolas would never do something like that, but then what did the child mean?
***
She couldn't stay here, not now, she couldn't take Mirglor with her, but Mirglor was an elf, she would be alive for thousands of years. A few years apart would do them no harm. Loswen needed to get away from here, everyone was friends of Legolas, she knew no-one, even the elves that they had brought down with them had nothing to do with her. She needed to go north again. She needed to find her own family in Mirkwood, she needed to snow. Loswen needed the snow most of all, she needed the snow to cleanse her. They wouldn't understand, they wouldn't let her leave.
Loswen desperatly wanted to take Mirglor with her, but she couldn't, it was too dangerous, she could get by herself, but with such a young elfling? Not a chance. Besides, Mirglor was safe here, if Legolas did not take care of her, then surely the others would, Glorfindel was of Rivendell, just like Arwen and Aragorn.
If Loswen had stopped to think she would have seen that this was all illogical. She would have of course been welcomed, she could have stayed as long as she wanted. Mirglor would have been safe with her, Legolas would perhaps even, one day, forgive her. Yet instead she packed a horse as quickly as she could, once last trip to see her daughter.
She approached the balcony of the room that Mirglor was in, she called to her. Mirglor looked down, sadness in her eyes, as if she already knew.
"I'm leaving, I won't be gone for too long, I'm going north, back to Mirkwood. Don't worry, I'll return to you."
Mirglor nodded, she was carefully taking note of the features of Loswen's face. She wished always to remember what it looked like, how fair it looked to her. The deep green eyes, the pale complexion, the blue lips, the narrow nose. The kind expression that usually graced her face was gone. Loswen turned and left. Mirglor stayed staring after her.
Aragorn walked into the room where they had left Mirglor, she was gone! Ah, no, she was on the balcony. He walked out, the ground around her was wet, interesting, it hadn't rained in a week. He went to touch Mirglor's hand, to turn her around, the skin was as cold as death. Her face was streaked in tears, she was staring off at some point in the distance. Aragorn tried to turn her eyes away from the point but he found he could not.
"Arwen!" He called, not knowing what to do, were there always problems like this with children?
Mirglor kept muttering under her breath, one word, over and over, "gone."
***
Two days had passed since Loswen had left, they had parties out looking for her but she was an elf. Even an untrained elf could keep themselves hidden for weeks in nature.
"Time is what is needed, it will cure nearly all problems..." Aragorn said, trying his wiser side.
Arwen looked up from her task, "or it destroys anything that there was in the beginning."
***
Three weeks later and Loswen was moving ever north. Each passing day brought her closer to the snow that she needed, and the comfort that would come with it. Alas, there was something that Loswen had been dwelling on, would she be welcomed, surely news of what had happened would reach the forest before she would. She would need a new name to travel under, she could go to one of the outer settlements. But the time of the elves was ending. She was not sure she deserved the snow, or her name, 'snow-maiden' was no longer fitting to her. She was sullied, she was snow that had mixed with dirt, she was no longer a 'maiden' and so she took on a new name. Mithlos, 'grey-snow', not white anymore, but tainted by black.
Loswen decided that she could not return to Mirkwood, she would have to seek shelter somewhere, away from the snow. She didn't deserve it. And so, Loswen, Princess of Mirkwood became Mithlos the Wanderer. She dwelt with men, she dwelt with dwarves, she dwelt with hobbits (she met them on the road and shared a camp with a group of them for a week or two, seems they were on their way to Gondor). She became an elf respected by men and dwarves alike, but never elves. Mithlos avoid other elves at all costs, she avoided any people who may know of her, or at least Loswen.
For 90 years she wandered Middle-Earth. For 90 years she saw no snow. For 90 years she loved no-one. For 90 years she did not see her daughter. Many times did she get a longing to see the snow, and her daughter, yet she never yielded.
***
In Gondor, things were not as smooth. Legolas, in his heart, had forgiven Loswen for not telling him that Glorfindel was Mirglor's father. He could forgive her anything, well, almost. There was one thing that he could not forgive her, and that was leaving Mirglor.
Legolas did not care how upset, or afraid, or confused she was. There was no forgiving abandoning ones daughter. Especially not a daughter of his. For that is what she was, as surely as Aragorn was King and Arwen was the Evenstar. Yet still, even after forgiving Loswen for hiding the truth, he could not stand the childs name, 'Mirglor,' 'Golden Jewel' far too close to Glorfindel. It reminded him of all that had happened. They knew enough of Mirglor to give her her 'mother-name' yet she was lacking a mother to give it. So she was given her new name, 'Glindin' by the Evenstar herself. For she saw Mirglor's role, as it would unfold, as she had played it so far. 'Silent Gleam' it was, for she perceived everything, but took it silently and as sharp as a dagger.
So Glindin Mirglor grew, she grew into a beautiful elf, resembling Glorfindel more and more with each passing year. It was clear that the blood of the Vanyar ran in her veins. She was skilled at healing, and her forsight was impressive.
Glindin Mirglor grew sad and drawn,. she speant her first 90 years dwelling on the image of her mother she had from their last ever meeting. She waited for her mother to return, she knew she never would, but that did not change the longing. For all she knew her mother had perished. She had told Mirglor that she was going to Mirkwood, Eryn Lasgalen, yet there she never arrived.
The only news that ever reached them of her was 50 years ago, the news that reached them was that a lone elleth had travelled with a group of hobbits on their way to Gondor. She had hair that was almost white and black eyes. There were few elves that would fit that description. Even mroe she had said that her name was 'Mithlos'. This name told Glindin all that she needed to know about the state of her mother. She was Mithlos, 'grey-snow' downtrodden, used, hopeless.
No other news had come, the elves were leaving and her father had expressed an interesting in going, sailing West. She would go where ever father went. Yet while her mother still roamed Middle-Earth she was reluctant to leave it.
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