January 5, 2004
Note: Sorry for the long wait for this chapter (if any of you were waiting). Please review, I always enjoy it, whether it may be good, bad, random, or anything in between. Also sorry for the crappy plot line in the previous chapter. (* Means look at the bottom of the page for translation)
Disclaimer - I own only one character, everything else was forged within the deepest caverns of the wonderful J.R.R Tolkien's mind.
Chapter Five (Oh Yeah! (I had to do that))
Vanyerea's Point of View
Voices all around me, dim shadows through the darkness. I sat upright feeling sweat dripping into my eyes, though my arms seemed to heavy to lift. I saw the faint white aura of the Wizard, before blacking out again.
My eyes opened and my thoughts were no longer cluttered when I returned to the world the second time. I saw the Wizard next to me and the sky was filled with the colors of dawn. "Man lúmë ná ta Istar? *" I asked still refusing to speak in the common tongue so that all could hear me. "Well if you're still refusing to speak in the Westron tongue then the others in the your small party will probably avoid you, but if it suits your needs," he shrugged then continued, "well, it's early dawn the last time you awoke it was about one hour past midnight so by now, I would assume it's about six past midnight." All I could do was nod after such a horrible reprimand, so my next question directed to him was spoken clearly in the common tongue, "What do you mean by 'my small party'?"
"Well Legolas, the elf, Aragorn, the man, and Gimli, the dwarf."
"There is no way I am in their party and I refuse to accompany a dwarf."
"Well there's no way out of it, they saved you, and you have every obligation to continue with them."
"I do not! They didn't have to save me, in fact they should have let me die."
And so the conversation went for about an hour before Legolas (or so I'm assuming considering he is an elf) emerged in the door fully rested from a long night's sleep so it looked. I shut up immediately upon seeing him. He looked baffled for a moment, and then continued on what he was going to say. "Gandalf they need you in the discussion."
"Very well Legolas. Vanyerea, are you coming?"
I bit my tongue from saying anything rude, or anything at all for that matter. Then stood up realizing that I was fully bandaged from the top of my chest to the base of my belly. And my leather leggings were still on. I shrugged this off not caring what these noblemen thought of me and followed the Wizard out the door, with Legolas behind me. There was still a dull ache in my head, but I assumed that would pass.
When we reached the meeting all eyes turned to us, but I saw Eomer. And acknowledged him with a nod of my head though no else. Eomer came over next to me and pulled a chair out.
Normal Point of View
Legolas was secretly envious of Eomer as the young Lord seated himself next to her. The rest of the discussion almost faded away, almost. But Théoden was being a fool and would not listen to Gandalf.
When Gandalf turned to leave, the maiden Vanyerea followed him, as did Legolas and Aragorn and when Gandalf finished addressing Aragorn about how to await for him on the third day, he turned to Legolas and said to him, "Vanyerea is in your charge from now on until I return should anything happen to her you are to help her. She is not to leave your party." Vanyerea stood wide eyed mouth slightly agape when she finally able to shout, "Ta unvanima, áva carë eri! *" "You will remain here, no further discussion! As I have told you, you need to help them in a battle if a battle ensues, if you run away then you are nothing but a coward without honor," commanded Gandalf.
"Milca Istar."
"I may be, but you will remain here, if you do not, I will find you and it will be unpleasant," was his only response. Vanyerea threw a glare at Legolas and stomped off.
Vanyerea's Point of View
I left the room filled with rage. How dare the Wizard threaten me after what I've been through. But I began to wander the castle with no direction what so ever having never been here before, when the pretty blonde human came over to me. "Lady Vanyerea, you need new clothing. I'll have the smithy form new armor for you, what material do you like?" she asked. I liked this young woman she was full of passion, vigor, rebellion, and plain life. Alas the youth. But I answered her, "Leather, preferably black." She smiled and called over Eomer who had been walking by she then told him what to tell the smithy and my size, then continued with what she was going to say to me, "I took your size from your shirt and the length of your leggings while you were sleeping, I have some dresses for you however if you would wear them." I nodded absently thinking about the last time I wore a proper gown, when I was quite young (for an elf).
She led me up to her chamber and there lay across her bed, a midnight blue gown with a neck that cut across and attached itself to the sleeves, but the sleeves themselves ended in a bell shape. "First you need to bathe, I'm going to go get the salve from Legolas though so that when you get out we can reapply it and rebind your bandages. Still I nodded and undressed and then slipped into the steaming bath. I heard the door open and close only moments later.
I came out of the bath hair dripping wet. Eowyn came in a handed me a towel, once I had dried off some she put the salve over the wound that was now a slight cut and wrapped a white bandage around my stomach. She helped me into the gown and laced up the back for me, the silk rustling against my skin. Eowyn then prepared herself, while my black hair was drying.
We came into the hall refreshed; my hair naturally wavy surrounded me down to my lower back, now dry. Legolas stared at me shamelessly as I went down the stairs. I sat next to him and Eomer as he pulled out a chair for me. Aragorn was across from me as was Eowyn. Théoden made a small speech about how we would be departing for Helm's Deep in the morn then proclaimed that the meal should start. The choices surrounded me; I hadn't had a banquet such as this laid before me in a great while.
Idle chatter started and I quickly became bored, but then Aragorn leaned over the table and out from his shirt was a gem. The Evening Star, I thought. "Manen*.How did you come across that gem?" I asked. Aragorn and Legolas alike looked shocked that I had spoken in the common tongue but he answered, "An elf-woman that I once knew gave this to me. Why do you ask?" I drew out an identical gem from under my gown; the only difference was that mine was all black. Aragorn looked shocked for a moment, and then just simply said "Oh." I continued to eat though the food had no taste in my mouth after this meeting.
When the night ended, Legolas offered to show me to my rooms. I complied, castle etiquette once again taking rule over my mind. Once at my chambers I bade him farewell and he said the common goodbye and said he hoped I felt better.
Something gripped me however and lust and raging love filled my heart and mind as the Prince Legolas of Mirkwood Forest walked away down the hall.
*Translations:
Man lúmë ná ta Istar? - What time is it Wizard?
Ta unvanima, áva carë eri! - That's not fair, I will not remain
Milca Istar. - Greedy Wizard
Manen - How
Note: Sorry for the long wait for this chapter (if any of you were waiting). Please review, I always enjoy it, whether it may be good, bad, random, or anything in between. Also sorry for the crappy plot line in the previous chapter. (* Means look at the bottom of the page for translation)
Disclaimer - I own only one character, everything else was forged within the deepest caverns of the wonderful J.R.R Tolkien's mind.
Chapter Five (Oh Yeah! (I had to do that))
Vanyerea's Point of View
Voices all around me, dim shadows through the darkness. I sat upright feeling sweat dripping into my eyes, though my arms seemed to heavy to lift. I saw the faint white aura of the Wizard, before blacking out again.
My eyes opened and my thoughts were no longer cluttered when I returned to the world the second time. I saw the Wizard next to me and the sky was filled with the colors of dawn. "Man lúmë ná ta Istar? *" I asked still refusing to speak in the common tongue so that all could hear me. "Well if you're still refusing to speak in the Westron tongue then the others in the your small party will probably avoid you, but if it suits your needs," he shrugged then continued, "well, it's early dawn the last time you awoke it was about one hour past midnight so by now, I would assume it's about six past midnight." All I could do was nod after such a horrible reprimand, so my next question directed to him was spoken clearly in the common tongue, "What do you mean by 'my small party'?"
"Well Legolas, the elf, Aragorn, the man, and Gimli, the dwarf."
"There is no way I am in their party and I refuse to accompany a dwarf."
"Well there's no way out of it, they saved you, and you have every obligation to continue with them."
"I do not! They didn't have to save me, in fact they should have let me die."
And so the conversation went for about an hour before Legolas (or so I'm assuming considering he is an elf) emerged in the door fully rested from a long night's sleep so it looked. I shut up immediately upon seeing him. He looked baffled for a moment, and then continued on what he was going to say. "Gandalf they need you in the discussion."
"Very well Legolas. Vanyerea, are you coming?"
I bit my tongue from saying anything rude, or anything at all for that matter. Then stood up realizing that I was fully bandaged from the top of my chest to the base of my belly. And my leather leggings were still on. I shrugged this off not caring what these noblemen thought of me and followed the Wizard out the door, with Legolas behind me. There was still a dull ache in my head, but I assumed that would pass.
When we reached the meeting all eyes turned to us, but I saw Eomer. And acknowledged him with a nod of my head though no else. Eomer came over next to me and pulled a chair out.
Normal Point of View
Legolas was secretly envious of Eomer as the young Lord seated himself next to her. The rest of the discussion almost faded away, almost. But Théoden was being a fool and would not listen to Gandalf.
When Gandalf turned to leave, the maiden Vanyerea followed him, as did Legolas and Aragorn and when Gandalf finished addressing Aragorn about how to await for him on the third day, he turned to Legolas and said to him, "Vanyerea is in your charge from now on until I return should anything happen to her you are to help her. She is not to leave your party." Vanyerea stood wide eyed mouth slightly agape when she finally able to shout, "Ta unvanima, áva carë eri! *" "You will remain here, no further discussion! As I have told you, you need to help them in a battle if a battle ensues, if you run away then you are nothing but a coward without honor," commanded Gandalf.
"Milca Istar."
"I may be, but you will remain here, if you do not, I will find you and it will be unpleasant," was his only response. Vanyerea threw a glare at Legolas and stomped off.
Vanyerea's Point of View
I left the room filled with rage. How dare the Wizard threaten me after what I've been through. But I began to wander the castle with no direction what so ever having never been here before, when the pretty blonde human came over to me. "Lady Vanyerea, you need new clothing. I'll have the smithy form new armor for you, what material do you like?" she asked. I liked this young woman she was full of passion, vigor, rebellion, and plain life. Alas the youth. But I answered her, "Leather, preferably black." She smiled and called over Eomer who had been walking by she then told him what to tell the smithy and my size, then continued with what she was going to say to me, "I took your size from your shirt and the length of your leggings while you were sleeping, I have some dresses for you however if you would wear them." I nodded absently thinking about the last time I wore a proper gown, when I was quite young (for an elf).
She led me up to her chamber and there lay across her bed, a midnight blue gown with a neck that cut across and attached itself to the sleeves, but the sleeves themselves ended in a bell shape. "First you need to bathe, I'm going to go get the salve from Legolas though so that when you get out we can reapply it and rebind your bandages. Still I nodded and undressed and then slipped into the steaming bath. I heard the door open and close only moments later.
I came out of the bath hair dripping wet. Eowyn came in a handed me a towel, once I had dried off some she put the salve over the wound that was now a slight cut and wrapped a white bandage around my stomach. She helped me into the gown and laced up the back for me, the silk rustling against my skin. Eowyn then prepared herself, while my black hair was drying.
We came into the hall refreshed; my hair naturally wavy surrounded me down to my lower back, now dry. Legolas stared at me shamelessly as I went down the stairs. I sat next to him and Eomer as he pulled out a chair for me. Aragorn was across from me as was Eowyn. Théoden made a small speech about how we would be departing for Helm's Deep in the morn then proclaimed that the meal should start. The choices surrounded me; I hadn't had a banquet such as this laid before me in a great while.
Idle chatter started and I quickly became bored, but then Aragorn leaned over the table and out from his shirt was a gem. The Evening Star, I thought. "Manen*.How did you come across that gem?" I asked. Aragorn and Legolas alike looked shocked that I had spoken in the common tongue but he answered, "An elf-woman that I once knew gave this to me. Why do you ask?" I drew out an identical gem from under my gown; the only difference was that mine was all black. Aragorn looked shocked for a moment, and then just simply said "Oh." I continued to eat though the food had no taste in my mouth after this meeting.
When the night ended, Legolas offered to show me to my rooms. I complied, castle etiquette once again taking rule over my mind. Once at my chambers I bade him farewell and he said the common goodbye and said he hoped I felt better.
Something gripped me however and lust and raging love filled my heart and mind as the Prince Legolas of Mirkwood Forest walked away down the hall.
*Translations:
Man lúmë ná ta Istar? - What time is it Wizard?
Ta unvanima, áva carë eri! - That's not fair, I will not remain
Milca Istar. - Greedy Wizard
Manen - How
