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~Not that I believe that you're stupid, but just so you know, I do not own any work of Tolkien's or any of the characters, places, and items from which that might have found themselves in this document. This was written for my site, http://shonte.tk , so visit!
She was wearing such a deep and twisted frown that the cat moved out of the way of its owner, forgetting to mewl for a bit of food.
"Oh, move, love. I need to go to my room. And you can't come with me today. I need to spend some time alone right now." The cat only swished its tail sharply from side to side in response.
"You'll be fed soon enough. Love, you'll be stuffed after the feast tonight. Ah, I didn't mean to offend you!" Lirimniel continued down the cobblestone path that passed in front of her home. She stopped at an old familiar rosebush and walked through some tall grasses to reach the front door. Once inside, she immediately went to her bedroom, threw herself on her bed facedown, and sighed loud enough to disturb the neighboring family, not that they didn't do the same with their late-night arguing.
When no one answered Lirimniel, she assumed that the house was empty.
"Ifangur is out, eh? Probably around checking up on arrangements for the party-MY party....Will it still be my party if I dont attend? I really would rather not." Lirimniel allowed herself to be overcome by her indignation and let it send her into a short rest.
A little later, Ifangur, the girl's father, checked in on his daughter to find her sleeping form sprawled across her bed sideways with a frown on her face. He frowned himself as he walked in and bent down to wake her.
"Arise, my saddened one. Can you not see that the hour of excitement is near? Wake! And prepare yourself for much merry-making at your coming of age party!" Lirimniel woke, settled herself in a sitting position, and rubbed the stale tears away from her face that had turned her eyes into stagnant, swollen-red pools. She sighed.
"I'm not sure that I am feeling like myself, father. Would it be so bad for me to not show my face at this ridiculous arrangement?" said Lirimniel, already knowing the answer.
"Dear, you know how much sacrificed time, work, and effort was put forth into this to make sure that this would be a pleasurable day for you. And I know how much that you have been dreading it, but can you understand how badly I want you to attend?" Liriminiel started to speak, but her father shortened her words to a short intake of breath.
"You are a hermit! You hardly ever leave your room, now. All of your time is wasted sitting inside and staring out of the window, watching others live their lives...All I ask of you is to go outside of that window and put yourself in the position to live like you are meant to. I have suffered greatly for this party of yours, not that I am complaining. I did it because I care. Please show some care for me and enjoy this party. You will see that it is very extravagant and that you should feel special. Not all little girls have such an opportunity."
At the words of her father, Lirimniel began to feel very guilty and had no choice but to put on her party gown and allow herself to be escorted to the town square, which seemed indeed decorated to suit kings.
~Not that I believe that you're stupid, but just so you know, I do not own any work of Tolkien's or any of the characters, places, and items from which that might have found themselves in this document. This was written for my site, http://shonte.tk , so visit!
She was wearing such a deep and twisted frown that the cat moved out of the way of its owner, forgetting to mewl for a bit of food.
"Oh, move, love. I need to go to my room. And you can't come with me today. I need to spend some time alone right now." The cat only swished its tail sharply from side to side in response.
"You'll be fed soon enough. Love, you'll be stuffed after the feast tonight. Ah, I didn't mean to offend you!" Lirimniel continued down the cobblestone path that passed in front of her home. She stopped at an old familiar rosebush and walked through some tall grasses to reach the front door. Once inside, she immediately went to her bedroom, threw herself on her bed facedown, and sighed loud enough to disturb the neighboring family, not that they didn't do the same with their late-night arguing.
When no one answered Lirimniel, she assumed that the house was empty.
"Ifangur is out, eh? Probably around checking up on arrangements for the party-MY party....Will it still be my party if I dont attend? I really would rather not." Lirimniel allowed herself to be overcome by her indignation and let it send her into a short rest.
A little later, Ifangur, the girl's father, checked in on his daughter to find her sleeping form sprawled across her bed sideways with a frown on her face. He frowned himself as he walked in and bent down to wake her.
"Arise, my saddened one. Can you not see that the hour of excitement is near? Wake! And prepare yourself for much merry-making at your coming of age party!" Lirimniel woke, settled herself in a sitting position, and rubbed the stale tears away from her face that had turned her eyes into stagnant, swollen-red pools. She sighed.
"I'm not sure that I am feeling like myself, father. Would it be so bad for me to not show my face at this ridiculous arrangement?" said Lirimniel, already knowing the answer.
"Dear, you know how much sacrificed time, work, and effort was put forth into this to make sure that this would be a pleasurable day for you. And I know how much that you have been dreading it, but can you understand how badly I want you to attend?" Liriminiel started to speak, but her father shortened her words to a short intake of breath.
"You are a hermit! You hardly ever leave your room, now. All of your time is wasted sitting inside and staring out of the window, watching others live their lives...All I ask of you is to go outside of that window and put yourself in the position to live like you are meant to. I have suffered greatly for this party of yours, not that I am complaining. I did it because I care. Please show some care for me and enjoy this party. You will see that it is very extravagant and that you should feel special. Not all little girls have such an opportunity."
At the words of her father, Lirimniel began to feel very guilty and had no choice but to put on her party gown and allow herself to be escorted to the town square, which seemed indeed decorated to suit kings.