Disclaimer: We do not own anything Tolkien. He is a great writer and the
inspiration for our story. However I do claim Quintaria, and the Royal
Family especially Fëarána and Fëárë Mwah ha ha ha ha
Hello everyone, this story is written by me and my can you see. This is both of our first story. so here it goes
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Chapter 1 - Prologue
The early morning sunlight crept through the cracks of the high windows. The small beams fell on the solitary pacing figure, four young elves were sitting to the side, their beautiful faces were creased with lines of worry. "Father. Will you sit down? You're making us nervous" the oldest of the 4, Maestron proclaimed in exasperation.
"Seriously father, how have you done this four times?!? Theis is my first and I'm already a wreck!" Elgallen, the last born exclaimed getting up the 7th time and walking over to the window, looking out over Quintaria.
"We're going to get a sister!" came the gleeful exclamation from the second oldest, Ohtarion. " How do you know Ohtarion? It isn't even born, it might be another boy?" Allejando replied.
"I always wanted a little sister, someone to take care of, someone that mother can pretty up.. Therefore leaving us alone.." a snort and a snigger sounded came out at the thought. All four of the brothers could remember a time where they would sit for ages as their mother brushed and plaited their hair.
a collective shudder ran through the group, it had been a strange ordeal, one they did not wish to inflict on another unfortunate brother. Their line of thought abruptly ended as the scream of a newborn infant rang out from the other side of the closed door, which belonged to the healers wing of the palace. It would have been a rather comical sight in the eyes of any passers-by. The king of Quintaria and his four royal sons all standing around with dumbstruck looks on their faces, mouths and eyes agape like goldfish. The cries were soon joined by another high pitch wale.
Confused expressions soon replaced the dumbstruck faces as the five males looked at each other, perplexed by the chorus of children's screams.
"Suddenly, the intricately carved doors of the healers wind swung open with a thud, and Sailawen the head of the servants in the palace and almost like a family member strode through, a wide grin plastered on her glowing face.
"Congratulations my lord" she said with a melodious voice, walking up and embracing the stunned monarch. "You have two beautiful, bubbly baby girls."
"t.t.two girls?" the king finally managed to stutter after two minutes of stunned silence after hearing the joyful news. "yes, yes" answered Sailawen, "twins sir, twins, they are so beautiful, they are identical my lord. my lord?" Sailawen faulted as the elderly king seemed two sway, quickly Maestron and Ohtarion came to their fathers aid and supported the ailing king. "Father, are you alright" Elgallen asked worryingly coming over to stand by his father's side.
"Of course I'm alright" the king exclaimed brightly, suddenly leaping up straight, surprising everyone in the near vicinity. "I have two new beautiful children, two beautiful girls, two girls, I always wanted a girl." And with that, he untangled himself from his two oldest sons, and strode into the healers wing.
"At least he didn't faint this time around" Sailawen said in a matter of fact way. Maestron, Ohtarion and Allejando just nodded in agreement, while Elgallen just looked on in utter confusion. "who fainted, when did father faint". The others just smiled knowingly, and laughing, they grabbed Elgallen and following the king, went to greet the new members of their family.
The brothers and Sailawen came to a stop behind the king as they beheld their elated, yet weary mother, and their two new additions to the royal family.
Lenarial lay in the cocoon of the sheets, her golden ringlets plastered to the fair, porcelain skin, still damp with the exertion of childbirth. her beautiful captivating eyes, held love and joy, which was shining through the swirling deep blue mists.
A small cry emitted from one of the small bundles held close to Lenarial drew the attention of everyone in the room. Smiling, Lenarial leant over and uncovered the two small bundles held close to her chest. "come here Matron," she smiled and beckoned her husband over to sit by her side on the bed. "Come and greet your daughters."
Slowly, as if they would disappear any minute, Matron inched slowly over to the bed, and sitting down, her reached out a slightly trembling hand and touched the sleeping face of one of his daughters, then he touched the face of the other one.
After watching in silence for a while, the four brothers came forward to greet their new siblings. The twins were quite extraordinary. They were the most striking children any of the family had ever seen. They carried the darker skin tones, and raven coloured hair of their father, but the little hair that the girls did have on their dainty little heads was curly, falling into tightly woven ringlets just like their mother, they had also inherited the fair features from their mothers side of the family, the beautifully delicate skin, and lovely complexion came from their grandmother, The Great lady of the Golden Woods, Galadriel.
The Family stayed in the healers wing the whole day, talking in hushed voices and singing softly to the sleeping babes. The twins stayed asleep until the late afternoon, when they slowly opened their eyes, and the family saw the most astonishing thing.
The five men stood around the queen taking in the newborn children, the king's daughters, and the princesses of the Quintarian Royal Family. The twins were wide awake, and their eyes were gold, like the brightest and most valuable treasures of men, but more importantly, they were the colour of Laurelin, the Golden tree from the younger years of Valinor. Elgallen looked deep into the eyes of his sisters.
"They're gold" murmured Allejando in a subdued voice.
"Hers are brighter than the other," Ohtarion observed. The rest of the family moved in closer to inspect the twin's eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Well look, hers are just brighter that's all. Hers are more of an orange/yellow, the others are pure gold, they are as bright as the sun!"
"Their both beautiful" Lenarial crooned, pulling her two newborns into a motherly hug.
"the sun was beginning to set and the two infants were now sleeping soundly as the family sat in pure bliss. They spoke of the adventures and history of their people, and their hopes and dreams for the twins.
"When the sun was about to set behind the mountains, one of the two young girls giggled and looked at the setting sun in delight with a smile on her face that held so much innocence. As the darkness of night reached their chamber, the family watched in stunned silence as her eyes turned from an orange/yellow to the purest silver ever seen, they were like the finest of Mithril jewellery to be wrought by the smiths of Gondonlin. The other twin opened her eyes to reveal eyes much the same as her sisters, but a duller silver, almost grey.
"I have the perfect names" Matron announced suddenly. "they shall be called Fëarána and Fëárë."
"They're perfect" exclaimed Lenarial hugging the girls again. "Fëarána, and Fëárë, what a bright future they have." The family once again stood around the young twins. Matron sighed in contentment. "I've got to be the luckiest man or elf alive."
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So what did you think? Remember that this is only a prologue, so the story will get more in-depth and Tolkein's characters will emerge.
Please review. we would like any feedback that you are willing to give us. Constructive Criticism is most welcome.
Nix and jellybean
Hello everyone, this story is written by me and my can you see. This is both of our first story. so here it goes
**************************************************************************** ***
Chapter 1 - Prologue
The early morning sunlight crept through the cracks of the high windows. The small beams fell on the solitary pacing figure, four young elves were sitting to the side, their beautiful faces were creased with lines of worry. "Father. Will you sit down? You're making us nervous" the oldest of the 4, Maestron proclaimed in exasperation.
"Seriously father, how have you done this four times?!? Theis is my first and I'm already a wreck!" Elgallen, the last born exclaimed getting up the 7th time and walking over to the window, looking out over Quintaria.
"We're going to get a sister!" came the gleeful exclamation from the second oldest, Ohtarion. " How do you know Ohtarion? It isn't even born, it might be another boy?" Allejando replied.
"I always wanted a little sister, someone to take care of, someone that mother can pretty up.. Therefore leaving us alone.." a snort and a snigger sounded came out at the thought. All four of the brothers could remember a time where they would sit for ages as their mother brushed and plaited their hair.
a collective shudder ran through the group, it had been a strange ordeal, one they did not wish to inflict on another unfortunate brother. Their line of thought abruptly ended as the scream of a newborn infant rang out from the other side of the closed door, which belonged to the healers wing of the palace. It would have been a rather comical sight in the eyes of any passers-by. The king of Quintaria and his four royal sons all standing around with dumbstruck looks on their faces, mouths and eyes agape like goldfish. The cries were soon joined by another high pitch wale.
Confused expressions soon replaced the dumbstruck faces as the five males looked at each other, perplexed by the chorus of children's screams.
"Suddenly, the intricately carved doors of the healers wind swung open with a thud, and Sailawen the head of the servants in the palace and almost like a family member strode through, a wide grin plastered on her glowing face.
"Congratulations my lord" she said with a melodious voice, walking up and embracing the stunned monarch. "You have two beautiful, bubbly baby girls."
"t.t.two girls?" the king finally managed to stutter after two minutes of stunned silence after hearing the joyful news. "yes, yes" answered Sailawen, "twins sir, twins, they are so beautiful, they are identical my lord. my lord?" Sailawen faulted as the elderly king seemed two sway, quickly Maestron and Ohtarion came to their fathers aid and supported the ailing king. "Father, are you alright" Elgallen asked worryingly coming over to stand by his father's side.
"Of course I'm alright" the king exclaimed brightly, suddenly leaping up straight, surprising everyone in the near vicinity. "I have two new beautiful children, two beautiful girls, two girls, I always wanted a girl." And with that, he untangled himself from his two oldest sons, and strode into the healers wing.
"At least he didn't faint this time around" Sailawen said in a matter of fact way. Maestron, Ohtarion and Allejando just nodded in agreement, while Elgallen just looked on in utter confusion. "who fainted, when did father faint". The others just smiled knowingly, and laughing, they grabbed Elgallen and following the king, went to greet the new members of their family.
The brothers and Sailawen came to a stop behind the king as they beheld their elated, yet weary mother, and their two new additions to the royal family.
Lenarial lay in the cocoon of the sheets, her golden ringlets plastered to the fair, porcelain skin, still damp with the exertion of childbirth. her beautiful captivating eyes, held love and joy, which was shining through the swirling deep blue mists.
A small cry emitted from one of the small bundles held close to Lenarial drew the attention of everyone in the room. Smiling, Lenarial leant over and uncovered the two small bundles held close to her chest. "come here Matron," she smiled and beckoned her husband over to sit by her side on the bed. "Come and greet your daughters."
Slowly, as if they would disappear any minute, Matron inched slowly over to the bed, and sitting down, her reached out a slightly trembling hand and touched the sleeping face of one of his daughters, then he touched the face of the other one.
After watching in silence for a while, the four brothers came forward to greet their new siblings. The twins were quite extraordinary. They were the most striking children any of the family had ever seen. They carried the darker skin tones, and raven coloured hair of their father, but the little hair that the girls did have on their dainty little heads was curly, falling into tightly woven ringlets just like their mother, they had also inherited the fair features from their mothers side of the family, the beautifully delicate skin, and lovely complexion came from their grandmother, The Great lady of the Golden Woods, Galadriel.
The Family stayed in the healers wing the whole day, talking in hushed voices and singing softly to the sleeping babes. The twins stayed asleep until the late afternoon, when they slowly opened their eyes, and the family saw the most astonishing thing.
The five men stood around the queen taking in the newborn children, the king's daughters, and the princesses of the Quintarian Royal Family. The twins were wide awake, and their eyes were gold, like the brightest and most valuable treasures of men, but more importantly, they were the colour of Laurelin, the Golden tree from the younger years of Valinor. Elgallen looked deep into the eyes of his sisters.
"They're gold" murmured Allejando in a subdued voice.
"Hers are brighter than the other," Ohtarion observed. The rest of the family moved in closer to inspect the twin's eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Well look, hers are just brighter that's all. Hers are more of an orange/yellow, the others are pure gold, they are as bright as the sun!"
"Their both beautiful" Lenarial crooned, pulling her two newborns into a motherly hug.
"the sun was beginning to set and the two infants were now sleeping soundly as the family sat in pure bliss. They spoke of the adventures and history of their people, and their hopes and dreams for the twins.
"When the sun was about to set behind the mountains, one of the two young girls giggled and looked at the setting sun in delight with a smile on her face that held so much innocence. As the darkness of night reached their chamber, the family watched in stunned silence as her eyes turned from an orange/yellow to the purest silver ever seen, they were like the finest of Mithril jewellery to be wrought by the smiths of Gondonlin. The other twin opened her eyes to reveal eyes much the same as her sisters, but a duller silver, almost grey.
"I have the perfect names" Matron announced suddenly. "they shall be called Fëarána and Fëárë."
"They're perfect" exclaimed Lenarial hugging the girls again. "Fëarána, and Fëárë, what a bright future they have." The family once again stood around the young twins. Matron sighed in contentment. "I've got to be the luckiest man or elf alive."
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So what did you think? Remember that this is only a prologue, so the story will get more in-depth and Tolkein's characters will emerge.
Please review. we would like any feedback that you are willing to give us. Constructive Criticism is most welcome.
Nix and jellybean