TreeHugger:
Thanks for your review! I'm glad you enjoyed the way I portrayed Daeron. I
agree with your views of (as you term him) "the mournful minstrel," and I
hope that I can continue to keep the same sympathetic style towards him.
Hope you enjoy this next installment!
Tavia: I'm glad you liked it! He said "forgive med for what I am about to do" because he was about to betray her love for a mortal man. (Silly Bosco! Had you paid attention! Lol!)
Anyhow, this is some more of Daeron's diary and I hope you enjoy it. There are some parts that I'm not sure I like so I may redo some of it later. Sorry it took me so long to get this written!
Disclaimer thing-a-ma-bobber: Again, the characters Daeron, Lúthien, Thingol, Melian, and Beren were created by J. R. R. Tolkien, I am just renting the thoughts of Daeron regarding the others for a little while.
Diary of Daeron
I have done it. King Thingol has been told of his daughter's love for a mortal man. He would have killed this man, Beren, immediately, but for an oath he swore to his beloved daughter. So, instead he bade his servants take Beren and bring him before the king as a malefactor, yet she, fairest in all the land, intervened and led him before her father as an honored guest. The way she looked at me as she walked in the hall, ah! It tore my heart. Before I knew there was no room in her heart for me, but I had a fool's hope. Hope.it has forsaken me. It is an emotion, which I can no longer feel. Hope? Ha! I laugh at it amidst cries of despair.
Thingol has allowed this man to take his daughter's hand, but on one condition.that Beren brings him the Silmaril from Morgoth's crown. The haughty child of men! He laughed at the king and said, "For little price do Elven-kings sell their daughters: for gems, and things made by craft. But if this be your will, Thingol, I will perform it. And when we meet again my hand shall hold a Silmaril from the Iron Crown; for you have not looked your last upon Beren son of Barahir." Alas, these words are imbedded in my memory, for I looked in his eyes as he spoke and saw a strange fire behind them.I believe he may fulfill the impossible task that is set before him.
So, Lúthien has ceased her singing. Ah! How I miss the sound. I would do anything, if only to hear her sweet voice sing like a nightingale in the forest again. Without her song it seems that the woods brood in silence.
She has discovered that her love, Beren, is imprisoned in the dungeons of Tol-in-Gaurhoth. Alas! Lúthien despairs, and it hurts my heart to see her so!
Ah! The daughter of Thingol and Melian, whom I love, is wise and yet foolish! She sees that from no one save herself will Beren receive help, and she has resolved to go to him. Woe is me! For she has sought my help with her quest. I know not what I should do. My very soul is despairing! I cannot help but remember the way she looked at me.I know if I were to inform wise Thingol of her plans, she would hate me. And yet, I cannot bear to think that she would depart from this world, and I know that were I to aid her in her escape from Doriath she would surely die before she could reach that man. Ah! Can you see now my Lúthien, my love, why my soul despairs? For either way, you are lost to me.
~Well, that's all I have for right now! I hope you enjoyed! Please review and let me know your opinion. If you didn't like it, please tell me why, and if you have time, give me some suggestions for ways I could change it. Many thanks in advance! ~*The Lady Shieldmaiden*~
Tavia: I'm glad you liked it! He said "forgive med for what I am about to do" because he was about to betray her love for a mortal man. (Silly Bosco! Had you paid attention! Lol!)
Anyhow, this is some more of Daeron's diary and I hope you enjoy it. There are some parts that I'm not sure I like so I may redo some of it later. Sorry it took me so long to get this written!
Disclaimer thing-a-ma-bobber: Again, the characters Daeron, Lúthien, Thingol, Melian, and Beren were created by J. R. R. Tolkien, I am just renting the thoughts of Daeron regarding the others for a little while.
Diary of Daeron
I have done it. King Thingol has been told of his daughter's love for a mortal man. He would have killed this man, Beren, immediately, but for an oath he swore to his beloved daughter. So, instead he bade his servants take Beren and bring him before the king as a malefactor, yet she, fairest in all the land, intervened and led him before her father as an honored guest. The way she looked at me as she walked in the hall, ah! It tore my heart. Before I knew there was no room in her heart for me, but I had a fool's hope. Hope.it has forsaken me. It is an emotion, which I can no longer feel. Hope? Ha! I laugh at it amidst cries of despair.
Thingol has allowed this man to take his daughter's hand, but on one condition.that Beren brings him the Silmaril from Morgoth's crown. The haughty child of men! He laughed at the king and said, "For little price do Elven-kings sell their daughters: for gems, and things made by craft. But if this be your will, Thingol, I will perform it. And when we meet again my hand shall hold a Silmaril from the Iron Crown; for you have not looked your last upon Beren son of Barahir." Alas, these words are imbedded in my memory, for I looked in his eyes as he spoke and saw a strange fire behind them.I believe he may fulfill the impossible task that is set before him.
So, Lúthien has ceased her singing. Ah! How I miss the sound. I would do anything, if only to hear her sweet voice sing like a nightingale in the forest again. Without her song it seems that the woods brood in silence.
She has discovered that her love, Beren, is imprisoned in the dungeons of Tol-in-Gaurhoth. Alas! Lúthien despairs, and it hurts my heart to see her so!
Ah! The daughter of Thingol and Melian, whom I love, is wise and yet foolish! She sees that from no one save herself will Beren receive help, and she has resolved to go to him. Woe is me! For she has sought my help with her quest. I know not what I should do. My very soul is despairing! I cannot help but remember the way she looked at me.I know if I were to inform wise Thingol of her plans, she would hate me. And yet, I cannot bear to think that she would depart from this world, and I know that were I to aid her in her escape from Doriath she would surely die before she could reach that man. Ah! Can you see now my Lúthien, my love, why my soul despairs? For either way, you are lost to me.
~Well, that's all I have for right now! I hope you enjoyed! Please review and let me know your opinion. If you didn't like it, please tell me why, and if you have time, give me some suggestions for ways I could change it. Many thanks in advance! ~*The Lady Shieldmaiden*~