Disclaimer: Not mine. You can use the royal family of Gondor if you want
but I don't really think you'd want to. Actually, the princesses and Laita
are mine, but Eldarion is not.
A/N: I know that the book said that Arwen looked like Tinúviel and I said Tinúviel in this story looks like Lúthien Tinúviel, but this is book-based, not movie-based. In the book it never describes Arwen's hair or eyes, so this is how I imagine Lúthien Tinúviel, Arwen, and Princess Tinúviel.
My Brother's Kingdom
Chapter Two: Flight of the Nightingale
Tinúviel woke suddenly from a nightmare late in the night the next day. Pheriain was watching her, arms folded, face grim. "They took you again?"
Tinúviel nodded weakly. "What has Eldarion said?"
"He says he will not release you."
"For insulting him?" Tinúviel said in disbelief.
"He saw some of your remarks as a threat to dethrone him, and he will not allow you to leave until you have sworn your loyalty to him."
"I am a citizen of Gondor and therefore have no need to swear loyalty to my king when it has already been demonstrated time and time again, especially whenever Eldarion wants to know what will happen tomorrow, next week, next year!"
"Even so, Eldarion wants your loyalty on an actual legal document."
"How dare he!" Tinúviel raged.
Pheriain dropped her voice. "There is another option."
"What?"
"You could escape Gondor to Rohan. I know you have no loyalty to Eldarion and cooperate only because you love your country. Eomer would welcome us, and so would his sister, our godmother."
"Yet he is the brother-in-law of the High Steward, who, might I remind you, does hold absolute loyalty to the king!"
"Are you sure about that?"
"He certainly acts like it."
"As you do."
"Then how did you catch me?"
Brown eyes met blue. "Because I'm your sister."
Tinúviel sighed. "You're right. I really should leave Gondor, shouldn't I?"
"You've answered your own question."
"But how will I get out of here?"
"Laita and I will help you." Pheriain straightened and turned towards the door, though her head was still facing her sister. "I hope you have realized the importance of this. You must sign, Tinúviel." As she was saying this, her fingers formed a different sentence in the sign language known only by the three princesses. I will arrange to have food "accidentally" sent to you. Do not worry.
Oh, but what is there to do but worry, Tinúviel thought.
*~*~*
Tinúviel was awakened in the very early hours of the morning by Laita tapping her elbow.
"Wake up," she whispered. "We have a change of clothes for you and some weapons in case you need them. Athelas and Laurel are in the stables, saddled and ready."
She tossed a package to Tinúviel. Inside was a simple, high-necked grey wool dress with puffed sleeves, a long, black cloak with a hood, practical, heavy black boots, a light coat of chain mail, and a belt with a sword and two knives. There was a sheath full of arrows and a bow clipped to the outside. Tinúviel quickly changed and slipped the chain mail under her bodice. Her hands were covered with leather gloves, so as to hide the royal signet rings. Laita was only in a nightgown, obviously having barely slipped past the guards at her door, but Pheriain matched Tinúviel exactly.
"Let's go," Pheriain whispered. "The guards are asleep but we knocked them out just in case. There are no guards down in the stable."
The crept down the many flights of stairs to the stable, where two stallions, a snow-white one and a chestnut, quietly stood, saddled and packed with food and anything else they might need. Tinúviel mounted the white, Athelas, and Pheriain the chestnut, Laurel.
"Ride to Rohan," Laita advised. "King Eomer will provide asylum. I'll cover for you. Good luck."
Tinúviel nodded briefly before setting Athelas off at a fast, strangely silent gallop, Pheriain following closely behind.
A/N: I know that the book said that Arwen looked like Tinúviel and I said Tinúviel in this story looks like Lúthien Tinúviel, but this is book-based, not movie-based. In the book it never describes Arwen's hair or eyes, so this is how I imagine Lúthien Tinúviel, Arwen, and Princess Tinúviel.
My Brother's Kingdom
Chapter Two: Flight of the Nightingale
Tinúviel woke suddenly from a nightmare late in the night the next day. Pheriain was watching her, arms folded, face grim. "They took you again?"
Tinúviel nodded weakly. "What has Eldarion said?"
"He says he will not release you."
"For insulting him?" Tinúviel said in disbelief.
"He saw some of your remarks as a threat to dethrone him, and he will not allow you to leave until you have sworn your loyalty to him."
"I am a citizen of Gondor and therefore have no need to swear loyalty to my king when it has already been demonstrated time and time again, especially whenever Eldarion wants to know what will happen tomorrow, next week, next year!"
"Even so, Eldarion wants your loyalty on an actual legal document."
"How dare he!" Tinúviel raged.
Pheriain dropped her voice. "There is another option."
"What?"
"You could escape Gondor to Rohan. I know you have no loyalty to Eldarion and cooperate only because you love your country. Eomer would welcome us, and so would his sister, our godmother."
"Yet he is the brother-in-law of the High Steward, who, might I remind you, does hold absolute loyalty to the king!"
"Are you sure about that?"
"He certainly acts like it."
"As you do."
"Then how did you catch me?"
Brown eyes met blue. "Because I'm your sister."
Tinúviel sighed. "You're right. I really should leave Gondor, shouldn't I?"
"You've answered your own question."
"But how will I get out of here?"
"Laita and I will help you." Pheriain straightened and turned towards the door, though her head was still facing her sister. "I hope you have realized the importance of this. You must sign, Tinúviel." As she was saying this, her fingers formed a different sentence in the sign language known only by the three princesses. I will arrange to have food "accidentally" sent to you. Do not worry.
Oh, but what is there to do but worry, Tinúviel thought.
*~*~*
Tinúviel was awakened in the very early hours of the morning by Laita tapping her elbow.
"Wake up," she whispered. "We have a change of clothes for you and some weapons in case you need them. Athelas and Laurel are in the stables, saddled and ready."
She tossed a package to Tinúviel. Inside was a simple, high-necked grey wool dress with puffed sleeves, a long, black cloak with a hood, practical, heavy black boots, a light coat of chain mail, and a belt with a sword and two knives. There was a sheath full of arrows and a bow clipped to the outside. Tinúviel quickly changed and slipped the chain mail under her bodice. Her hands were covered with leather gloves, so as to hide the royal signet rings. Laita was only in a nightgown, obviously having barely slipped past the guards at her door, but Pheriain matched Tinúviel exactly.
"Let's go," Pheriain whispered. "The guards are asleep but we knocked them out just in case. There are no guards down in the stable."
The crept down the many flights of stairs to the stable, where two stallions, a snow-white one and a chestnut, quietly stood, saddled and packed with food and anything else they might need. Tinúviel mounted the white, Athelas, and Pheriain the chestnut, Laurel.
"Ride to Rohan," Laita advised. "King Eomer will provide asylum. I'll cover for you. Good luck."
Tinúviel nodded briefly before setting Athelas off at a fast, strangely silent gallop, Pheriain following closely behind.
