Hey everybody! I'm so glad you liked my story. I really am! I'm posting
this now - something I wrote last night - so that there is an epilogue. I
don't see myself having much time to write much over the next few months.
basketball is dominant over fanfiction. sorry. I love writing. but just
can't visualize having the time to do so. Watch out for sporadic chapters
of a new Silm Fic I started in September, though, possibly! It's about my
favorite elf's father, Fingon. possibly a Maglor fic too. These would be
already written down/ in my head. so. until then! Off to basketball I go!
That whole spiel thingie was from November, gosh. Now it's January. Anyway, I have another fic idea in my head. whoohoo. It's about Elladan (a het romance, btw). and a few other Nuzguls bouncing around my house. them buggers have teeth!
Please tell me if you like this. I will hope to find time to fix it to how the readers like it!
Text with asterisks is stressed / mental speech.
*
One evening nearly two hundred years after I arrived in Valinor, while Haldir and I were washing and drying the dishes from dinner, there was an abrupt and loud knock on our front door. Haldir gently rubbed my shoulder, looking in that direction, quietly relaying to me that he would answer it. Tossing his towel over the top of a chair, he cracked open the door to see who was waiting outside. We had not been expecting visitors that particular night, although lack of a planned meeting had never stopped one of Haldir's siblings from barging in (I mean stopping by) before. though they never knocked.
I heard someone ask for me - someone whose voice I didn't recognize - and so I peeked around the wall towards the front door, dish and towel in my hands. When I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders, I dropped the ceramic plate onto the ground in shock and it proceeded to break. Over someone's shoulder, I saw that Haldir had been shoved to the side, and was looking quite flustered as he saw me in another elf's embrace.
"I missed you so much, Gliri!" The stranger whispered into my ear. I still had no idea how he knew me, much less how he could have missed me. As soon as possible, I stepped away from his arms, and backed into a wall. He looked hurt as I gave him a confused look.
The elf standing in front of me was tall and lanky - much like I was at what must be his age - and he had long blonde hair coupled with green eyes. He did look quite a lot like myself.
"What, don't you recognize me?" He took a step forward, his hand extended towards my face. Unfortunately for him, though, this action had pushed Haldir too far. Much to my relief, he picked up the young elf by the scruff of his neck and tossed him onto a chair.
"I'm afraid I don't. I'm sorry." I replied, taking Haldir's hand as he offered it to me for comfort. "What is your name?"
"My name here is Galrilion."
I looked up at Haldir's eyes; ignoring the gawky stare that so-called Galrilion gave our hands. *"I don't know anyone by that name."* I shrugged.
"How do you know Gliriel?" My husband questioned.
"How do *you* know her?"
Haldir's eyebrow's raised. Very few had ever been cheeky to him. I was one of them. I squeezed his hand and leaned onto his arm. With a proud voice, Haldir answered. "She's my wife."
Galrilion looked to me, obviously in shock. "I would never have expected that from her."
"Excuse me? Now, really, how do you know her? It had better be a good reason you're here, otherwise you won't be for long.." Haldir cautioned.
"My name was Keiro."
"What?" Haldir and I asked as one. How could he be here? He. we. I. Keiro had been. he was dead. He couldn't be here.
"Impossible. Who are you, really?" I replied, barely making it through the sentence without stuttering. I couldn't decide to be angry, or to be confused.
"You do not remember that you had a brother?"
"Of course I would remember something like that. My brother Keiro was killed three hundred years ago. He was mortal." I stopped, as one of Galadriel's prophetic statements popped into my head. She had said that Keiro had gone to Mandos, not the place that mortals go to rest..
I stared in the boy's eyes, trying to see whether or not he was lying. Haldir's hand slipped from mine and he moved to pick the boy up and throw him out of our house for trying to fool us like that. "Wait." Haldir stopped to set the boy on his feet, and I started to hum the tune from my mother's home.
Galrilion. Keiro. finished it for me, softly singing the words in Rohirric. My eyes widened, and we pulled each other into a hug. Words could not express my happiness for I couldn't believe it was him. My brother.
My family.
That whole spiel thingie was from November, gosh. Now it's January. Anyway, I have another fic idea in my head. whoohoo. It's about Elladan (a het romance, btw). and a few other Nuzguls bouncing around my house. them buggers have teeth!
Please tell me if you like this. I will hope to find time to fix it to how the readers like it!
Text with asterisks is stressed / mental speech.
*
One evening nearly two hundred years after I arrived in Valinor, while Haldir and I were washing and drying the dishes from dinner, there was an abrupt and loud knock on our front door. Haldir gently rubbed my shoulder, looking in that direction, quietly relaying to me that he would answer it. Tossing his towel over the top of a chair, he cracked open the door to see who was waiting outside. We had not been expecting visitors that particular night, although lack of a planned meeting had never stopped one of Haldir's siblings from barging in (I mean stopping by) before. though they never knocked.
I heard someone ask for me - someone whose voice I didn't recognize - and so I peeked around the wall towards the front door, dish and towel in my hands. When I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders, I dropped the ceramic plate onto the ground in shock and it proceeded to break. Over someone's shoulder, I saw that Haldir had been shoved to the side, and was looking quite flustered as he saw me in another elf's embrace.
"I missed you so much, Gliri!" The stranger whispered into my ear. I still had no idea how he knew me, much less how he could have missed me. As soon as possible, I stepped away from his arms, and backed into a wall. He looked hurt as I gave him a confused look.
The elf standing in front of me was tall and lanky - much like I was at what must be his age - and he had long blonde hair coupled with green eyes. He did look quite a lot like myself.
"What, don't you recognize me?" He took a step forward, his hand extended towards my face. Unfortunately for him, though, this action had pushed Haldir too far. Much to my relief, he picked up the young elf by the scruff of his neck and tossed him onto a chair.
"I'm afraid I don't. I'm sorry." I replied, taking Haldir's hand as he offered it to me for comfort. "What is your name?"
"My name here is Galrilion."
I looked up at Haldir's eyes; ignoring the gawky stare that so-called Galrilion gave our hands. *"I don't know anyone by that name."* I shrugged.
"How do you know Gliriel?" My husband questioned.
"How do *you* know her?"
Haldir's eyebrow's raised. Very few had ever been cheeky to him. I was one of them. I squeezed his hand and leaned onto his arm. With a proud voice, Haldir answered. "She's my wife."
Galrilion looked to me, obviously in shock. "I would never have expected that from her."
"Excuse me? Now, really, how do you know her? It had better be a good reason you're here, otherwise you won't be for long.." Haldir cautioned.
"My name was Keiro."
"What?" Haldir and I asked as one. How could he be here? He. we. I. Keiro had been. he was dead. He couldn't be here.
"Impossible. Who are you, really?" I replied, barely making it through the sentence without stuttering. I couldn't decide to be angry, or to be confused.
"You do not remember that you had a brother?"
"Of course I would remember something like that. My brother Keiro was killed three hundred years ago. He was mortal." I stopped, as one of Galadriel's prophetic statements popped into my head. She had said that Keiro had gone to Mandos, not the place that mortals go to rest..
I stared in the boy's eyes, trying to see whether or not he was lying. Haldir's hand slipped from mine and he moved to pick the boy up and throw him out of our house for trying to fool us like that. "Wait." Haldir stopped to set the boy on his feet, and I started to hum the tune from my mother's home.
Galrilion. Keiro. finished it for me, softly singing the words in Rohirric. My eyes widened, and we pulled each other into a hug. Words could not express my happiness for I couldn't believe it was him. My brother.
My family.