Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Lord of the Rings or anything related to it. If
you think I do you are in need of some professional help.
Author's note: This is my first fic. Please review. Flames will be used to roast
marshmellows and make s'mores...Hugs and bunnies!
Chapter Two: "I am glad thou was born a daugher"
That night Andra lay awake, the moonlight spilling into her room across her pillow,
washing her dark hair in silver. She stared at the ceiling, thinking of Lordirion and his
kindness, not knowing that he, too, was awake and thinking of her and the fiery spirit which
he had glimpsed as she fought the men who harassed her.
The next time Andra went into town, a few days later, she was met by Lordirion at
the same spot he had left her at the first time. He accompanied her in silence as she went
about her tasks, then walked with her toward her home.
She and Lordirion walked in silence for a short time before she said softly, "I-I
never thanked you for...the other day.."
"It was no trouble to help such a fair and noble lady," he answered. She glanced at
him, dark eyes startled and unsure at being called a 'fair and noble lady.' To him it
seemed that she had never had kind words of the at manner spoken to her before. Tears came
to her eyes and he stopped, putting a hand to her cheek, "Please. Do not cry! I meant you
no offense!"
Andra shook her head to tell him that he hadn't done anything wrong and choked, "Why
are you being so kind to me?"
They were near a small brook that ran through a clearing, a giant beech tree on its
bank. He led her over and they sat, then he said, "Please, do not weep! I could not bear
the thought that I had caused one so beautiful grief."
She looked at him hesitantly and asked, "You think that of me?"
His expression solemn, he replied, "Indeed. Do not all the men of your house think
this?"
She looked away, "My father wanted a son. My mother had a difficult time bearing
children. Then I was born. But I was not a son. She can no longer have children and I am
not the son they wanted. He has never let me forget that...How I am not the son I should
have been." Andra looked up at Lordirion, expecting to see disgust at being a daughter
instead of a son, or perhaps scorn. She did not find either. Instead she saw on his face
sorrow and compassion. Unable to stand it any longer, she stood and began to walk. He
followed and when they reached the spot where they would part, he stopped her.
"I am glad thou was born a daugher..." he whispered, then gently kissed her on the
lips and whispered, "Le mel im..." before disappearing into the trees.
Andra stood for a moment, shocked, both at his words and the kiss. Then, after a
few moments, she continued home, thinking on what he had said and done.
I know, it's short!!! I'll update soon, I promise!! Please REVIEW!!! Hugs and bunnies!!
you think I do you are in need of some professional help.
Author's note: This is my first fic. Please review. Flames will be used to roast
marshmellows and make s'mores...Hugs and bunnies!
Chapter Two: "I am glad thou was born a daugher"
That night Andra lay awake, the moonlight spilling into her room across her pillow,
washing her dark hair in silver. She stared at the ceiling, thinking of Lordirion and his
kindness, not knowing that he, too, was awake and thinking of her and the fiery spirit which
he had glimpsed as she fought the men who harassed her.
The next time Andra went into town, a few days later, she was met by Lordirion at
the same spot he had left her at the first time. He accompanied her in silence as she went
about her tasks, then walked with her toward her home.
She and Lordirion walked in silence for a short time before she said softly, "I-I
never thanked you for...the other day.."
"It was no trouble to help such a fair and noble lady," he answered. She glanced at
him, dark eyes startled and unsure at being called a 'fair and noble lady.' To him it
seemed that she had never had kind words of the at manner spoken to her before. Tears came
to her eyes and he stopped, putting a hand to her cheek, "Please. Do not cry! I meant you
no offense!"
Andra shook her head to tell him that he hadn't done anything wrong and choked, "Why
are you being so kind to me?"
They were near a small brook that ran through a clearing, a giant beech tree on its
bank. He led her over and they sat, then he said, "Please, do not weep! I could not bear
the thought that I had caused one so beautiful grief."
She looked at him hesitantly and asked, "You think that of me?"
His expression solemn, he replied, "Indeed. Do not all the men of your house think
this?"
She looked away, "My father wanted a son. My mother had a difficult time bearing
children. Then I was born. But I was not a son. She can no longer have children and I am
not the son they wanted. He has never let me forget that...How I am not the son I should
have been." Andra looked up at Lordirion, expecting to see disgust at being a daughter
instead of a son, or perhaps scorn. She did not find either. Instead she saw on his face
sorrow and compassion. Unable to stand it any longer, she stood and began to walk. He
followed and when they reached the spot where they would part, he stopped her.
"I am glad thou was born a daugher..." he whispered, then gently kissed her on the
lips and whispered, "Le mel im..." before disappearing into the trees.
Andra stood for a moment, shocked, both at his words and the kiss. Then, after a
few moments, she continued home, thinking on what he had said and done.
I know, it's short!!! I'll update soon, I promise!! Please REVIEW!!! Hugs and bunnies!!
