December 10, 2003
NOTE: Hopefully this story has better writing skills evident. Also I changed Silmarwen's name to Vanyerea, so whenever you see the name Vanyerea it's Silmarwen. Just needed to note that for the readers. Also reviews are very pleasing. Good or bad I like them all. Oh and sorry it's been taking me so long to update, I no longer have internet so I have to wait for opportune times to update my story. The date in the top corner is when I wrote if anyone was interested, you'll see the span of time it takes. But enough of that let's continue. (* Means look at the bottom of the page for translation)
Disclaimer- I own only one character, everyone, everything, and the place and time all belong to Mr. J.R.R Tolkien. Let's give him a hand for such a wonderful story and let's finally continue with mine.
Chapter Three
Vanyerea's Point of View
Once again the company of four galloped away to the pile of burning carcasses. I, Vanyerea riding at more of leisurely pace for I do not know these hobbit people that the male elf, the human, and dwarf spoke of. Although I have to say that I noticed such determination in their faces that I can't let my beautiful Mailurya slow her pace to a walk. I saw the elf looking at me quite often. What is his name again, oh yes! Legolas. Must be a wood elf to have a name like that, I thought. But as I often inconspicuously look him over I have to say he looks quite familiar from a dream that I remembered I had had when the cruel men had taken me prisoner. Probably nothing, but still the thought lay to be remembered another time.
When we reached the obvious place of battle there was no living thing to be evident. Aragorn, the man seemed quite shaken by this fact, for he pounded the yellowed ground and yelled. Legolas simply murmured a few consoling elvish words and the proud little dwarf took his big clunky helmet off. Humph, not much improvement I you ask me. But upon looking at the ground I noticed tracks. Apparently the human did as well for the moment I was about to point them out he began to crawl and tell the little one's story from his view. Quickly I got bored of his chatter so I raced ahead to where the prints led, the other looked at me quizzically, but it didn't deter me for I recognized these borders. "Fangorn Forest," I heard the company say. A grim smile was raised upon my lips, for I knew these woods well. Still refusing to make it easy for the petty dwarf and man I spoke in elvish, "Inyë ista i tavas Fangorn mára. *" Legolas and Aragorn nodded, but the stupid dwarf sat there puzzled being of no help and said with urgency, "Well what did she say, huh. I can't speak that language of yours." "She said that she knew the woods of Fangorn well, Gimli," responded Aragorn looking at me with a tinge of a threat or hate, maybe both. I'd have to keep my watch, but I'd also have to watch what I said to the elf, Legolas, for now I know that the man can speak in many tongues of elvish, for I always use a string of different forms so that most would not be able to gather it all. I demounted and waved farewell to my steed, the gash upon me still aching dreadfully, but I didn't let these men know my weakness and I followed them stubbornly, not letting the queasy feeling get to me or the fact that my vision changed periodically from blurry to clear. I hoped I could make it through these dense woods without having to swallow my pride.
Legolas' Point of View
As the group entered the woods Legolas noticed Vanyerea had began to sweat even though the dense forest was at quite a comfortable temperature. Having been around her for those few days though he realized that he, himself offering would only humiliate her and she would suffer more. So he let her walk in pain.
As the journey continued through the woods, Aragorn and Gimli were quickly noticing various clues as of the hobbits whereabouts. Suddenly Legolas motioned for the group to stop. He noticed his fair maiden was now openly grimacing in pain though she tried her best to not show her obvious discomfort. Such pride, but for what? Thought Legolas before he told the group that he sensed the white wizard. Stealthily the whole group prepared for attack, but was fiercely beaten by a few swift motions of the wizard's hands and staff. As the wizard let the light diminish the group saw that it was indeed Gandalf. Legolas quickly dropped to his knees, but realized that he had not heard Vanyerea's voice all this time, he quickly got up and saw the beautiful elf maiden on the ground, her hand now limply covering a bleeding wound. "Aragorn!" Legolas yelled urgently for he didn't have the herbs with him. Aragorn ran over without delay and briefly looked over the woman, her face now whiter that the white clouds that floated across the sky. "There is no saving her Legolas," Aragorn replied to his friend's call for help. "But there has to be she can't die here from a wound that can be healed." "She didn't tell us what help she needed so now she pays for that."
Legolas looked over at him with a deep sorrow in his eyes, when suddenly Gandalf appeared at his side. "Let me see the woman," He ordered. With a wave of his hand the blood ceased to flow from the wound and her cheeks were once a gain gaining the little color they had. "Oh, Gandalf thank you from the deepest wells of my heart," exclaimed the exuberant Legolas. "You're welcome son, but you must carry her until she gains consciousness, luckily elves heal quickly," he smiled as he said this. Legolas picked her up and carried her with ease for she weighed no more than a bag of feathers and her could feel her rib cage gently hitting him each time he moved. Oh how I long for her, were his thoughts as they emerged into the glittering daylight of the outside world. He looked at her and smoke in an inaudible whisper so the others wouldn't hear, "Cuivëa lissë vali.*"
Translations:
*Inyë ista i tavas Fangorn mára ~ I know the woodland Fangorn well * Cuivëa lissë vali ~ Awaken sweet angel
NOTE: Hopefully this story has better writing skills evident. Also I changed Silmarwen's name to Vanyerea, so whenever you see the name Vanyerea it's Silmarwen. Just needed to note that for the readers. Also reviews are very pleasing. Good or bad I like them all. Oh and sorry it's been taking me so long to update, I no longer have internet so I have to wait for opportune times to update my story. The date in the top corner is when I wrote if anyone was interested, you'll see the span of time it takes. But enough of that let's continue. (* Means look at the bottom of the page for translation)
Disclaimer- I own only one character, everyone, everything, and the place and time all belong to Mr. J.R.R Tolkien. Let's give him a hand for such a wonderful story and let's finally continue with mine.
Chapter Three
Vanyerea's Point of View
Once again the company of four galloped away to the pile of burning carcasses. I, Vanyerea riding at more of leisurely pace for I do not know these hobbit people that the male elf, the human, and dwarf spoke of. Although I have to say that I noticed such determination in their faces that I can't let my beautiful Mailurya slow her pace to a walk. I saw the elf looking at me quite often. What is his name again, oh yes! Legolas. Must be a wood elf to have a name like that, I thought. But as I often inconspicuously look him over I have to say he looks quite familiar from a dream that I remembered I had had when the cruel men had taken me prisoner. Probably nothing, but still the thought lay to be remembered another time.
When we reached the obvious place of battle there was no living thing to be evident. Aragorn, the man seemed quite shaken by this fact, for he pounded the yellowed ground and yelled. Legolas simply murmured a few consoling elvish words and the proud little dwarf took his big clunky helmet off. Humph, not much improvement I you ask me. But upon looking at the ground I noticed tracks. Apparently the human did as well for the moment I was about to point them out he began to crawl and tell the little one's story from his view. Quickly I got bored of his chatter so I raced ahead to where the prints led, the other looked at me quizzically, but it didn't deter me for I recognized these borders. "Fangorn Forest," I heard the company say. A grim smile was raised upon my lips, for I knew these woods well. Still refusing to make it easy for the petty dwarf and man I spoke in elvish, "Inyë ista i tavas Fangorn mára. *" Legolas and Aragorn nodded, but the stupid dwarf sat there puzzled being of no help and said with urgency, "Well what did she say, huh. I can't speak that language of yours." "She said that she knew the woods of Fangorn well, Gimli," responded Aragorn looking at me with a tinge of a threat or hate, maybe both. I'd have to keep my watch, but I'd also have to watch what I said to the elf, Legolas, for now I know that the man can speak in many tongues of elvish, for I always use a string of different forms so that most would not be able to gather it all. I demounted and waved farewell to my steed, the gash upon me still aching dreadfully, but I didn't let these men know my weakness and I followed them stubbornly, not letting the queasy feeling get to me or the fact that my vision changed periodically from blurry to clear. I hoped I could make it through these dense woods without having to swallow my pride.
Legolas' Point of View
As the group entered the woods Legolas noticed Vanyerea had began to sweat even though the dense forest was at quite a comfortable temperature. Having been around her for those few days though he realized that he, himself offering would only humiliate her and she would suffer more. So he let her walk in pain.
As the journey continued through the woods, Aragorn and Gimli were quickly noticing various clues as of the hobbits whereabouts. Suddenly Legolas motioned for the group to stop. He noticed his fair maiden was now openly grimacing in pain though she tried her best to not show her obvious discomfort. Such pride, but for what? Thought Legolas before he told the group that he sensed the white wizard. Stealthily the whole group prepared for attack, but was fiercely beaten by a few swift motions of the wizard's hands and staff. As the wizard let the light diminish the group saw that it was indeed Gandalf. Legolas quickly dropped to his knees, but realized that he had not heard Vanyerea's voice all this time, he quickly got up and saw the beautiful elf maiden on the ground, her hand now limply covering a bleeding wound. "Aragorn!" Legolas yelled urgently for he didn't have the herbs with him. Aragorn ran over without delay and briefly looked over the woman, her face now whiter that the white clouds that floated across the sky. "There is no saving her Legolas," Aragorn replied to his friend's call for help. "But there has to be she can't die here from a wound that can be healed." "She didn't tell us what help she needed so now she pays for that."
Legolas looked over at him with a deep sorrow in his eyes, when suddenly Gandalf appeared at his side. "Let me see the woman," He ordered. With a wave of his hand the blood ceased to flow from the wound and her cheeks were once a gain gaining the little color they had. "Oh, Gandalf thank you from the deepest wells of my heart," exclaimed the exuberant Legolas. "You're welcome son, but you must carry her until she gains consciousness, luckily elves heal quickly," he smiled as he said this. Legolas picked her up and carried her with ease for she weighed no more than a bag of feathers and her could feel her rib cage gently hitting him each time he moved. Oh how I long for her, were his thoughts as they emerged into the glittering daylight of the outside world. He looked at her and smoke in an inaudible whisper so the others wouldn't hear, "Cuivëa lissë vali.*"
Translations:
*Inyë ista i tavas Fangorn mára ~ I know the woodland Fangorn well * Cuivëa lissë vali ~ Awaken sweet angel
