Ellen sila lumen omentilmo! I am ElfHuntressAutumnBurgundy, or EHAB
(not rehab, as one our reviewers thought would be cute to call me :] ). I
would just like to note here that our description of Tolkien's character
Gil-galad and Tolkien's description of the same character will probably not
be consistent with one another. However, since I, Sivi, lost in a straw-
draw against Phe-chan, or Andrea, over who got Legolas, I feel that I at
least have the right to customize the guy that decides to fall for me, at
least within the bounds of a fanfic that has already negated much of
Tolkien's text and will continue to deviate there from in future chapters.
Thank you for your time and attention.
We have a new chapter up now. And just so I can get it out of my system: CHEMISTRY IS EVIL!!!! Ok, I think I feel better now, on to reviewers. Telboriel, YAY! And we will keep updating, if only cause EHAB can break my brain (again) I'll whack her with a carebear.ah, friends are so wonderful. Stardome, Just asking, do you like Elrond or is the name from somewhere else? Megolas, well, as you will see, they don't want much trouble yet. Wicked Lady, er.ok, that was different. Midnights Fairy, what do you mean? (and 'pretty one' because he is)
~~Phe-chan~~
Sivi sat in the shade offered by the delicate white blossoms of the Tree of Gondor, playing absently with a filmy fold in the skirts of the bluish, sea-colored gown Galadriel had been kind enough to provide for her. The others were still trying to figure out how to come by lodgings for the night. Sivi had grown tired of the endless debate and taken a seat under the White Tree in order to survey the beauty surrounding her. She was almost asleep when a guard from the Tower accosted Joseph, speaking apologetically, courteously, but pointing at her.
"Sivi," Joseph called, "uh, Punkin, King Gil-galad wants to talk to you. Do you know him?"
"I know who he is," Sivi replied, thinking hard and quickly. Was it a crime to touch Gondor's Tree?
"I will go," she told the soldier. "Wait for me," she said to her friends.
"Well, duh," Sarah said. Gil-galad received Sivi altogether too kindly for the young girl's comfort. He sent the guard away and opened the door for her himself. As she allowed him to see her to a silver chair with dark, emerald-green, velvet cushions, she noted a middle-aged man reclining in a similar seat in the shadows of one of the vaulted ceiling's gracefully arcing stone supports. He was mumbling over the crisp white pages of a slender, leather-bound volume, whose title Sivi could not distinguish, by the light of a fat white candle. Sivi could not escape the notion that he was ignoring, and pointedly ignoring, both her and King Gil-galad.
"I thank you for humoring me, my lady," Gil-galad said in a suave, velvet voice designed to snap in twain the heart of a mortal child. Sivi, used to Legolas' similarly beautiful tones, was... it would be false to say "unmoved," for no human may hear the voice of an Elven-king and remain "unmoved"... but perhaps it would be fair to say that she was moved little. Continued Gil-galad,
"What is your name?"
Sivi thought swiftly. This might be an introduction or an interrogation. She knew little about this elf's save that he was a valiant High King. Tolkien had said that he would die in battle with the Enemy. Thus, she did not quite know whether or not to trust Gil-galad and his too- gentle manner. She would give him one of the Elven names she had chosen for herself.
"I am Telpeleniel," she replied, and suddenly wanted to slap herself. "Telpeleniel" was Quenya for "Silver Star." "Gil-galad" was Sindarin for "Star of Radiance." She hoped desperately that he would not suspect her of flirting with him, when in truth, all she wanted was to leave him and get back to her friends and her quest.
Gil-galad meantime had started. His deep-set, expressive oval eyes, as turquoise as the waters of the Caribbean Sea, narrowed as he asked,
"Your name is Elvish?"
"It's but one of my names," she replied coolly.
"Do you know mine?" he asked with a winning smile.
Sivi barely kept herself from chuckling as she thought, ah, now the advantage is mine. Sivi had a past-time, a hobby of sorts, of... well, Andrea called it "breaking people's brains." In short, Sivi forced her companions' minds into overdrive by either inadvertently discerning their thoughts or by delving into subjects so deep, they made the Marianas Trench look shallow. She had never broken an elf's brain before... this could be fun.
Sivi might not know much about Gil-galad's personality, but she did know a good deal about his background. Summoning to her mind all her knowledge of the Noldor's High King, she laughed.
"I know who you are, Ereinion Gil-galad, son of Fingon, son of Fingolfin, son of Finwe, who was ambassador of the Noldor to Aman," she said coldly, meeting his gaze with an even stare. "Hithlum and Falas could not hold you, and Turgon did not bestow Glamdring the Foe-hammer upon his young nephew. For your own sake, I pray that Aeglos will serve you instead. Where is Vilya?"
"I..." Gil-galad stared at her in wonder. The man in the shadows forgot to pretend to read and instead gaped most unbecomingly at Sivi.
"Who are you?" Gil-galad demanded, holding fast to his heart, but in vain.
"I have told you, but I will tell you again," Sivi answered, dredging up the Quenya name her father sometimes allowed her friends to call him and lodging it firmly in her mind. "I am Telpeleniel, firstborn of Raental, descendant of kings."
She did not mention which kings or how long ago they had ruled. (By the by, if you're wondering, "Raental" means "Wandering foot," and Joseph was so named because of his passion for hiking.)
"There," she said, "now answer me: Vilya na sinome?" (Vilya is in this place?)
"Yes na," he whispered (It is.), and shaking like a frail leaf in a high wind, he produced the Ring of Air from beneath his tunic, letting it dangle from a long silver chain on which it was hung about his throat.
"Ar Narya?" (And Narya?)
"Cirdan keeps watch over the siege at the Barad-dur," Gil-galad answered. "I have returned to Gondor these three days to hold discourse with Elendil and his sons, away from the deceitful ears of traitors and spies."
"I am neither, so he that sits in the corner may close his cavernous mouth. Don't you know you can attract flies that way?" Sivi snapped, directly addressing the man in the shadows, who had long since dropped his book and his jaw.
"I suppose," she continued saucily, "that you are Elendil son of Amandil of Andunie, and the father of Isildur and Anarion."
Silently, the man nodded. Sivi concluded that she was in a room with two men -- well, a man and an elf -- who would soon die. It was an unpleasant thought, and her mind sought wildly an excuse for her to take leave of them. Seeking refuge in rudeness, she glared pointedly at Gil- galad.
"Was there a reason you asked me here? You seem to have forgotten it, so if I may--"
"I asked you here because you are more beautiful then the stars for which you are named," Gil-galad interrupted, startling himself and Sivi. Elendil, resigned to the day's astounding incredibility, picked up his book with a heavy sigh. Elves.
"The sight of the Araquendi is marred," Sivi said quietly, bitterly. She had been called beautiful by few outside of her family and had hardened herself so as not to believe those who did say it.
"I hen Quendiello na maika ar thalion," replied the elf proudly but softly, perceiving the self-degradation in her tone.
Sivi rose without permission and curtsied insolently, then left without a word. Gil-galad marveled at the irony of the thing, that the girl could take a gesture of profound respect and transform it into a striking blow to the heart
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We have a new chapter up now. And just so I can get it out of my system: CHEMISTRY IS EVIL!!!! Ok, I think I feel better now, on to reviewers. Telboriel, YAY! And we will keep updating, if only cause EHAB can break my brain (again) I'll whack her with a carebear.ah, friends are so wonderful. Stardome, Just asking, do you like Elrond or is the name from somewhere else? Megolas, well, as you will see, they don't want much trouble yet. Wicked Lady, er.ok, that was different. Midnights Fairy, what do you mean? (and 'pretty one' because he is)
~~Phe-chan~~
Sivi sat in the shade offered by the delicate white blossoms of the Tree of Gondor, playing absently with a filmy fold in the skirts of the bluish, sea-colored gown Galadriel had been kind enough to provide for her. The others were still trying to figure out how to come by lodgings for the night. Sivi had grown tired of the endless debate and taken a seat under the White Tree in order to survey the beauty surrounding her. She was almost asleep when a guard from the Tower accosted Joseph, speaking apologetically, courteously, but pointing at her.
"Sivi," Joseph called, "uh, Punkin, King Gil-galad wants to talk to you. Do you know him?"
"I know who he is," Sivi replied, thinking hard and quickly. Was it a crime to touch Gondor's Tree?
"I will go," she told the soldier. "Wait for me," she said to her friends.
"Well, duh," Sarah said. Gil-galad received Sivi altogether too kindly for the young girl's comfort. He sent the guard away and opened the door for her himself. As she allowed him to see her to a silver chair with dark, emerald-green, velvet cushions, she noted a middle-aged man reclining in a similar seat in the shadows of one of the vaulted ceiling's gracefully arcing stone supports. He was mumbling over the crisp white pages of a slender, leather-bound volume, whose title Sivi could not distinguish, by the light of a fat white candle. Sivi could not escape the notion that he was ignoring, and pointedly ignoring, both her and King Gil-galad.
"I thank you for humoring me, my lady," Gil-galad said in a suave, velvet voice designed to snap in twain the heart of a mortal child. Sivi, used to Legolas' similarly beautiful tones, was... it would be false to say "unmoved," for no human may hear the voice of an Elven-king and remain "unmoved"... but perhaps it would be fair to say that she was moved little. Continued Gil-galad,
"What is your name?"
Sivi thought swiftly. This might be an introduction or an interrogation. She knew little about this elf's save that he was a valiant High King. Tolkien had said that he would die in battle with the Enemy. Thus, she did not quite know whether or not to trust Gil-galad and his too- gentle manner. She would give him one of the Elven names she had chosen for herself.
"I am Telpeleniel," she replied, and suddenly wanted to slap herself. "Telpeleniel" was Quenya for "Silver Star." "Gil-galad" was Sindarin for "Star of Radiance." She hoped desperately that he would not suspect her of flirting with him, when in truth, all she wanted was to leave him and get back to her friends and her quest.
Gil-galad meantime had started. His deep-set, expressive oval eyes, as turquoise as the waters of the Caribbean Sea, narrowed as he asked,
"Your name is Elvish?"
"It's but one of my names," she replied coolly.
"Do you know mine?" he asked with a winning smile.
Sivi barely kept herself from chuckling as she thought, ah, now the advantage is mine. Sivi had a past-time, a hobby of sorts, of... well, Andrea called it "breaking people's brains." In short, Sivi forced her companions' minds into overdrive by either inadvertently discerning their thoughts or by delving into subjects so deep, they made the Marianas Trench look shallow. She had never broken an elf's brain before... this could be fun.
Sivi might not know much about Gil-galad's personality, but she did know a good deal about his background. Summoning to her mind all her knowledge of the Noldor's High King, she laughed.
"I know who you are, Ereinion Gil-galad, son of Fingon, son of Fingolfin, son of Finwe, who was ambassador of the Noldor to Aman," she said coldly, meeting his gaze with an even stare. "Hithlum and Falas could not hold you, and Turgon did not bestow Glamdring the Foe-hammer upon his young nephew. For your own sake, I pray that Aeglos will serve you instead. Where is Vilya?"
"I..." Gil-galad stared at her in wonder. The man in the shadows forgot to pretend to read and instead gaped most unbecomingly at Sivi.
"Who are you?" Gil-galad demanded, holding fast to his heart, but in vain.
"I have told you, but I will tell you again," Sivi answered, dredging up the Quenya name her father sometimes allowed her friends to call him and lodging it firmly in her mind. "I am Telpeleniel, firstborn of Raental, descendant of kings."
She did not mention which kings or how long ago they had ruled. (By the by, if you're wondering, "Raental" means "Wandering foot," and Joseph was so named because of his passion for hiking.)
"There," she said, "now answer me: Vilya na sinome?" (Vilya is in this place?)
"Yes na," he whispered (It is.), and shaking like a frail leaf in a high wind, he produced the Ring of Air from beneath his tunic, letting it dangle from a long silver chain on which it was hung about his throat.
"Ar Narya?" (And Narya?)
"Cirdan keeps watch over the siege at the Barad-dur," Gil-galad answered. "I have returned to Gondor these three days to hold discourse with Elendil and his sons, away from the deceitful ears of traitors and spies."
"I am neither, so he that sits in the corner may close his cavernous mouth. Don't you know you can attract flies that way?" Sivi snapped, directly addressing the man in the shadows, who had long since dropped his book and his jaw.
"I suppose," she continued saucily, "that you are Elendil son of Amandil of Andunie, and the father of Isildur and Anarion."
Silently, the man nodded. Sivi concluded that she was in a room with two men -- well, a man and an elf -- who would soon die. It was an unpleasant thought, and her mind sought wildly an excuse for her to take leave of them. Seeking refuge in rudeness, she glared pointedly at Gil- galad.
"Was there a reason you asked me here? You seem to have forgotten it, so if I may--"
"I asked you here because you are more beautiful then the stars for which you are named," Gil-galad interrupted, startling himself and Sivi. Elendil, resigned to the day's astounding incredibility, picked up his book with a heavy sigh. Elves.
"The sight of the Araquendi is marred," Sivi said quietly, bitterly. She had been called beautiful by few outside of her family and had hardened herself so as not to believe those who did say it.
"I hen Quendiello na maika ar thalion," replied the elf proudly but softly, perceiving the self-degradation in her tone.
Sivi rose without permission and curtsied insolently, then left without a word. Gil-galad marveled at the irony of the thing, that the girl could take a gesture of profound respect and transform it into a striking blow to the heart
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