Headstrong
Elenion Ancalima, the Brightest of Stars
" You don't understand and you never will. You never feel the icy sting of the whip at night. You don't hear the cries in the middle of the night. You would be lucky not to hear them. I guess I'm not one of the lucky ones." I pause and look beyond the crowd that had gathered at my feet. "I know how it feels to be beat, just for being an elf. To wake up with black and blues and not now how they got there. I suffered that torment for five long months. I was a captive of the disgusting creatures, orcs. They don't deserve to be called even creatures."
Some of the older men in the back of the Prancing Pony, called hear hear. I smirk, knowing they had ancestors that had fought them a little while back.
"Ohh, but that was a while ago. It is a story not worth telling. I am sure no one hear would want to hear the story of a she-elf though." I stop knowing very well that the people of Bree would enjoy my story.
"Ohh, come on! Tell the story all ready." They all yelled at me. I laugh and begin my story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~Timelaspe~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" That's my story. What do you think? Was it worth telling?" I ask.
The people look at me with a higher respect than before. Then they all start to clap. From the mighty men that worked the field to the little halflings that market their wares. I can't help myself from grinning. I try to stop by looking at my feet. My onyx colored hair fell on my face. I push random strands behind my pointed ears.
" Well, the hour grows late and I must get some rest before I leave tomorrow. Good night everyone!" I say merrily.
"Good night O' Lady of the fair ones!" One called to me from behind. I chuckle while I walk up the stairs.
I head down the hall knowing what is going to be asked of me, when I get in to the room. I take a quick breath and open the door. Aragorn is looking out of the window for any sign of the hobbits.
" No hobbits have shown yet, but I have a feeling they are coming soon." I announce quietly.
" I have that same feeling too. I do hope that Gandalf shows though." He glanced to look out of the window in again.
"Don't lose hope just yet, Estel. He might show up or he might not. You never know with wizards." I sigh and go lay down on my bed. Aragorn stares out of the window, still looking for at least two hobbits. I let the elven land of dreams take me home and beyond.
I wake to the early light of morning. The sunlight wanders my face as I blink sleepily. I look over to Aragorn, who is also waking from his post at the window.
" 'Quel amrun Estel!" I say in a quiet voice. He just nods to me and smiles. He turns around. ( Good Morning Estel!) I gather my things into my pack. I've decided to go home and then return to help Aragorn with the hobbits. Knowing he would understand, I grabbed my sword from its place by my bed. I head towards the door but I'm stopped by a stern voice behind me.
"Manke naa lle autien?" demanded Aragon. (Where are you going?)
I cringe knowing I've been caught in the act. Not giving him the satisfaction of intimidating me, I slowly turn on my heels and defiantly say "Home, where else?" I cock my head to the side and smile annoyingly.
Elenion Ancalima, the Brightest of Stars
" You don't understand and you never will. You never feel the icy sting of the whip at night. You don't hear the cries in the middle of the night. You would be lucky not to hear them. I guess I'm not one of the lucky ones." I pause and look beyond the crowd that had gathered at my feet. "I know how it feels to be beat, just for being an elf. To wake up with black and blues and not now how they got there. I suffered that torment for five long months. I was a captive of the disgusting creatures, orcs. They don't deserve to be called even creatures."
Some of the older men in the back of the Prancing Pony, called hear hear. I smirk, knowing they had ancestors that had fought them a little while back.
"Ohh, but that was a while ago. It is a story not worth telling. I am sure no one hear would want to hear the story of a she-elf though." I stop knowing very well that the people of Bree would enjoy my story.
"Ohh, come on! Tell the story all ready." They all yelled at me. I laugh and begin my story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~Timelaspe~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" That's my story. What do you think? Was it worth telling?" I ask.
The people look at me with a higher respect than before. Then they all start to clap. From the mighty men that worked the field to the little halflings that market their wares. I can't help myself from grinning. I try to stop by looking at my feet. My onyx colored hair fell on my face. I push random strands behind my pointed ears.
" Well, the hour grows late and I must get some rest before I leave tomorrow. Good night everyone!" I say merrily.
"Good night O' Lady of the fair ones!" One called to me from behind. I chuckle while I walk up the stairs.
I head down the hall knowing what is going to be asked of me, when I get in to the room. I take a quick breath and open the door. Aragorn is looking out of the window for any sign of the hobbits.
" No hobbits have shown yet, but I have a feeling they are coming soon." I announce quietly.
" I have that same feeling too. I do hope that Gandalf shows though." He glanced to look out of the window in again.
"Don't lose hope just yet, Estel. He might show up or he might not. You never know with wizards." I sigh and go lay down on my bed. Aragorn stares out of the window, still looking for at least two hobbits. I let the elven land of dreams take me home and beyond.
I wake to the early light of morning. The sunlight wanders my face as I blink sleepily. I look over to Aragorn, who is also waking from his post at the window.
" 'Quel amrun Estel!" I say in a quiet voice. He just nods to me and smiles. He turns around. ( Good Morning Estel!) I gather my things into my pack. I've decided to go home and then return to help Aragorn with the hobbits. Knowing he would understand, I grabbed my sword from its place by my bed. I head towards the door but I'm stopped by a stern voice behind me.
"Manke naa lle autien?" demanded Aragon. (Where are you going?)
I cringe knowing I've been caught in the act. Not giving him the satisfaction of intimidating me, I slowly turn on my heels and defiantly say "Home, where else?" I cock my head to the side and smile annoyingly.