I'd one again like to thank my reviewers, LailaithoftheBruinen, Spry Sprite
and angel-kiss7, you guys make my day!
LailaithoftheBruinen: It was my pleasure to read your story! Thank *you* for your reviews! ...and you're on to something big there... that much I can tell you....
Spry Sprite: Thanks for forgiving me before you know the whole story! That's an accomplishment!
angel-kiss7: I love her hair too! I'd always dreamed myself to have such hair, but it's not good for your hair to color it that way... I once used those one day fake-coloring hairsprays to get silver into my hair. It looked great! I also don't care if other people think my precious little Ára a Mary-Sue, since I don't share their views and I know the whole truth! =)
A/N: If you don't know who Morgoth is, here's a short describtion. He was Sauron's old master, much more vicious and cruel then him though, if memory serves right. He was one of the Valar, or Ainur... not quite sure, I don't have a copy of The Silmarillion here at the moment. He wished to rule Middle-Earth, just like Sauron, and in the end of the First Age there was this huge battle where Morgoth (or Melkor as was his name back then before they changed it and all remembered him as Morgoth) was overthrown at last, when the help of Eärendil arrived, him in his flying ship Vingilot (W/V?) with birds and eagles flying all around him, and Morgoth was put in the nothing-ness, outside the world of life, and was sentenced to forever dwell there where nothing existed... except him of course...
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Chapter 3
~*Back to the present*~
She heard the rustle of weapons as one of her guards went to change to another book to read. They obviously thought she was very dangerous because she had always more than two full scale warriors along with the three barricading the entrance to the room.
She sighed softly and stepped back inside, seating herself softly on the bed, still looking out at the stars. She could see the most brightly shining star and a very old memory fleeted into her now unhazy mind.
She was just a very little girl, and she was sitting in someone's lap, and that someone had a finger pointed at the brightest shining star on the sky. She could hear a deep voice behind her, a warm, loving voice. "Gil-Estel," it said.
Then the memory was gone, fallen back into the blackest corners of her mind, containing most of her earliest childhood memories. The one's she hardly remembered.
Her brooding was interrupted by the door almost banging open. The warriors scrambled to their feet, one dropping the book he was reading. They came eye to eye with their Lord. Their Lord had steeled himself for the sight that would meet him but it still made his breath catch in his throath. Though when the startled..girl turned to see who had entered so loudly he started to breathe again.
This wasn't the witch that had captured him all those years ago, although he could've sworn it was her from behind. It was only about 250 years ago, but it sometimes felt like last year to him. His time there could still haunt his dreams, turning them to nightmares.
The one on the bed turned her gaze to look at the rug down by her bare feet. There was something about the regal looking male in front of her's gaze that seemed to pierce her soul and could read her deepest secrets and that unnerved her more than her own mother's scrutinizing gaze had ever done.
The one who came barging in through the door, broke his gaze away from her tall form and nodded once to his warriors who bowed back. He slowly shut the door behind him and walked calmly up to a chair and drew it up so he was opposite the girl on the bed. The girl scrambled up further on the bed and kept her gaze fixed on the now very interesting floor.
Elrond leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, trying to calm down his slightly frazzled nervs. He was very curious as to what the witch was up to now. Had she sent this girl to take him down after all these years? Or had she other plans? He couldn't recall seeing this particular witch before, but of course, his memories didn't go much further than the small recollection of her and some of her most trusted servants. Although he had a nagging sense of having met this particular witch before anyway, but he wondered how.
"Look at me," he commanded softly yet sternly.
She slowly shifted her gaze and let it travel up his body until it came to rest at his eyes. She was frightened. She didn't know what he wanted with her, or what she was accused of.
"What is your name?" he asked.
She sighed. She motioned to her throath and shook her head, indicating her state of handicap.
"You can't speak?"
She sighed softly, gazed downwards into the covers and softly shook her head. He sighed. This obstacle was going to make this a lot harder. He was about to ask if she could write so he could fetch her a quill and parchment to write on when the door was opened quickly. In came a man with a big pointy hat, long beard and kind eyes, dressed in grey robes.
"Elrond, may I have a word please? It's urgent," he asked, panting slightly.
"Yes, of course Mithrandir," Elrond answered and stood to leave for the privacy of his study when Mithrandir caught gaze of Ára and turned to fully gaze at her. 'So this is what I've sensed,' he thought. He stepped forward until he was at the end of the bed. The girl cringed at his staring gaze and attempted to move away a bit.
He cocked his head to the side and looked at her fully, sensing the evil presence around her that's enough for the elves to catch sense of wasn't her own, but put there as a curse from someone else. He had a feeling he knew who. He had battled with her before, and the last time he had won. That was a mere two days in the past.
He could see beneath the foul surface her mother had forced upon her and saw the golden heart and the hate she had for her mother, but the hate she felt was tainted with pity. Pity because her mother had been who she was.
He stepped around the back board of the bed to sit down beside her but a hand on his arm stopped him. He caught Elrond's cautionous glance and gave him a reassuring smile. He telepathically told him not to worry, and they'd talk later. He had to take care of her first. She is much more then she seems.
The one called Mithrandir sat down at the end of the bed and started to talk to her telepathically. 'Hello my dear.'
Her head shot up, and he gave her an amusing smile. 'I hope you don't mind me being here.'
'Well it's not really like I can change your mind now can I?' she shot back with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice. He gave an amused chuckle. 'No my dear, you can't.'
'What do you want?' she asked, grumpy because of her being watched 24/7.
'I wish to speak about your mother. I'm afraid I have some news you might not like.' he said, now serious. She closed her eyes for a second before asking 'what about her?'
'I fought her, less than three days ago... there was a huge battle, she still had a lot of the powers Morgoth gave her, but she had regained some of her former self and her moral and restraint over the years he has been gone from this world.'
'had?' she asked, not really wanting to know the fate of her mother, though the fact he was here made warning bells go off.
'I'm afraid that when I had won, and she had lost all of her powers and once again took the shape of her old self, she... died of a broken heart. She couldn't stand the thought of her taking other people's lives. People from her past, old friends, and complete strangers,' as he said this he noticed her eyes welling up with tears and one by one they started to roll down her cheeks, her doing nothing about them. Even though she wasn't much of a mother, she had had her moments, and Ára treasured those moments very dearly.
Even though the questions hurt she felt she needed an answer to them, otherwise she would explode. There were so many question swirling around in her head, many more popping up every minute, but one stood out the most. 'Who was my mother?'
He sighed. 'She was a very kind spirit, loyal to her friends and family and Lord. She had this flaming red hair, looked almost like fire in the sunlight. She had kind green eyes with specks of deep brown, and.. she was elven... I didn't know if you knew this.'
'Elven?' She had to ask.
He looked at her incrediously. 'You don't know who the elves are?'
'No, who?'
'That is a tale for later my dear. But for right now I think we should go back the subject.'
'Where did my mother live? And what was her name?' Ára asked eagerly, wanting to know more about who her mother was, before she was obviously turned into the one she was before Mithrandir released Morgoth's old hold on her.
'Her name was Verce, it's elvish for "wild one" for her hair color was often described as being "wild". She lived in Gondolin, was a woman- warrior, thus she got caught within Morgoth's evil web and turned into his slave during the war in the end of the first age, long before you were born. As I said, she lived in Gondolin, with her brother and parents. Her brother still lives, his name is Glorfindel, you can find him here, he now lives here in Imladris after Gondolin's fall long ago. Glorfindel was one of the Lords of Gondolin, which made your mother a noble Lady.'
'Oh...' was all she could say. She was shocked. Speechless.
'Well now onto other things. I know who your father is.'
Her head shot up from where it had rested slightly bent forwards. 'You know? How? Who is he?'
'Search your memories, you have met him before. When you were but a small child.'
She searched and searched within herself. She was reminded about that someone she was sitting upon and that someone had told her the name of a star. Then more and more memories started flooding to her. She looked schocked at first Mithrandir then at Elrond. 'But... but...' she managed to croak out as she looked at a very curious looking elven Lord. 'Him??'
Mithrandir nodded. 'I'm afraid he doesn't remember that though,' he said, redirecting her gaze. 'But enough of that now. I suggest we take off this hideous curse your mother put on you, what do you say?' when that didn't trigger any response from her he baited 'it might trigger some memory of his'.
'Ok,' she said, determined to at least try to win back the father who was lost to her for so long.
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Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai... Poor Elrond. Another story which he got a daughter he couldn't remember anything about. Oh well, I toyed with this idea for long, and I finally got my bum into doing it, and now, you, my dearest readers, will have to wait until I upload the fourth and probably last chapter. Push the little button and write down your thought and make me a happy author! Ps. Can I only get signed reviews?? I don't have a single anonymous review!
LailaithoftheBruinen: It was my pleasure to read your story! Thank *you* for your reviews! ...and you're on to something big there... that much I can tell you....
Spry Sprite: Thanks for forgiving me before you know the whole story! That's an accomplishment!
angel-kiss7: I love her hair too! I'd always dreamed myself to have such hair, but it's not good for your hair to color it that way... I once used those one day fake-coloring hairsprays to get silver into my hair. It looked great! I also don't care if other people think my precious little Ára a Mary-Sue, since I don't share their views and I know the whole truth! =)
A/N: If you don't know who Morgoth is, here's a short describtion. He was Sauron's old master, much more vicious and cruel then him though, if memory serves right. He was one of the Valar, or Ainur... not quite sure, I don't have a copy of The Silmarillion here at the moment. He wished to rule Middle-Earth, just like Sauron, and in the end of the First Age there was this huge battle where Morgoth (or Melkor as was his name back then before they changed it and all remembered him as Morgoth) was overthrown at last, when the help of Eärendil arrived, him in his flying ship Vingilot (W/V?) with birds and eagles flying all around him, and Morgoth was put in the nothing-ness, outside the world of life, and was sentenced to forever dwell there where nothing existed... except him of course...
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Chapter 3
~*Back to the present*~
She heard the rustle of weapons as one of her guards went to change to another book to read. They obviously thought she was very dangerous because she had always more than two full scale warriors along with the three barricading the entrance to the room.
She sighed softly and stepped back inside, seating herself softly on the bed, still looking out at the stars. She could see the most brightly shining star and a very old memory fleeted into her now unhazy mind.
She was just a very little girl, and she was sitting in someone's lap, and that someone had a finger pointed at the brightest shining star on the sky. She could hear a deep voice behind her, a warm, loving voice. "Gil-Estel," it said.
Then the memory was gone, fallen back into the blackest corners of her mind, containing most of her earliest childhood memories. The one's she hardly remembered.
Her brooding was interrupted by the door almost banging open. The warriors scrambled to their feet, one dropping the book he was reading. They came eye to eye with their Lord. Their Lord had steeled himself for the sight that would meet him but it still made his breath catch in his throath. Though when the startled..girl turned to see who had entered so loudly he started to breathe again.
This wasn't the witch that had captured him all those years ago, although he could've sworn it was her from behind. It was only about 250 years ago, but it sometimes felt like last year to him. His time there could still haunt his dreams, turning them to nightmares.
The one on the bed turned her gaze to look at the rug down by her bare feet. There was something about the regal looking male in front of her's gaze that seemed to pierce her soul and could read her deepest secrets and that unnerved her more than her own mother's scrutinizing gaze had ever done.
The one who came barging in through the door, broke his gaze away from her tall form and nodded once to his warriors who bowed back. He slowly shut the door behind him and walked calmly up to a chair and drew it up so he was opposite the girl on the bed. The girl scrambled up further on the bed and kept her gaze fixed on the now very interesting floor.
Elrond leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, trying to calm down his slightly frazzled nervs. He was very curious as to what the witch was up to now. Had she sent this girl to take him down after all these years? Or had she other plans? He couldn't recall seeing this particular witch before, but of course, his memories didn't go much further than the small recollection of her and some of her most trusted servants. Although he had a nagging sense of having met this particular witch before anyway, but he wondered how.
"Look at me," he commanded softly yet sternly.
She slowly shifted her gaze and let it travel up his body until it came to rest at his eyes. She was frightened. She didn't know what he wanted with her, or what she was accused of.
"What is your name?" he asked.
She sighed. She motioned to her throath and shook her head, indicating her state of handicap.
"You can't speak?"
She sighed softly, gazed downwards into the covers and softly shook her head. He sighed. This obstacle was going to make this a lot harder. He was about to ask if she could write so he could fetch her a quill and parchment to write on when the door was opened quickly. In came a man with a big pointy hat, long beard and kind eyes, dressed in grey robes.
"Elrond, may I have a word please? It's urgent," he asked, panting slightly.
"Yes, of course Mithrandir," Elrond answered and stood to leave for the privacy of his study when Mithrandir caught gaze of Ára and turned to fully gaze at her. 'So this is what I've sensed,' he thought. He stepped forward until he was at the end of the bed. The girl cringed at his staring gaze and attempted to move away a bit.
He cocked his head to the side and looked at her fully, sensing the evil presence around her that's enough for the elves to catch sense of wasn't her own, but put there as a curse from someone else. He had a feeling he knew who. He had battled with her before, and the last time he had won. That was a mere two days in the past.
He could see beneath the foul surface her mother had forced upon her and saw the golden heart and the hate she had for her mother, but the hate she felt was tainted with pity. Pity because her mother had been who she was.
He stepped around the back board of the bed to sit down beside her but a hand on his arm stopped him. He caught Elrond's cautionous glance and gave him a reassuring smile. He telepathically told him not to worry, and they'd talk later. He had to take care of her first. She is much more then she seems.
The one called Mithrandir sat down at the end of the bed and started to talk to her telepathically. 'Hello my dear.'
Her head shot up, and he gave her an amusing smile. 'I hope you don't mind me being here.'
'Well it's not really like I can change your mind now can I?' she shot back with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice. He gave an amused chuckle. 'No my dear, you can't.'
'What do you want?' she asked, grumpy because of her being watched 24/7.
'I wish to speak about your mother. I'm afraid I have some news you might not like.' he said, now serious. She closed her eyes for a second before asking 'what about her?'
'I fought her, less than three days ago... there was a huge battle, she still had a lot of the powers Morgoth gave her, but she had regained some of her former self and her moral and restraint over the years he has been gone from this world.'
'had?' she asked, not really wanting to know the fate of her mother, though the fact he was here made warning bells go off.
'I'm afraid that when I had won, and she had lost all of her powers and once again took the shape of her old self, she... died of a broken heart. She couldn't stand the thought of her taking other people's lives. People from her past, old friends, and complete strangers,' as he said this he noticed her eyes welling up with tears and one by one they started to roll down her cheeks, her doing nothing about them. Even though she wasn't much of a mother, she had had her moments, and Ára treasured those moments very dearly.
Even though the questions hurt she felt she needed an answer to them, otherwise she would explode. There were so many question swirling around in her head, many more popping up every minute, but one stood out the most. 'Who was my mother?'
He sighed. 'She was a very kind spirit, loyal to her friends and family and Lord. She had this flaming red hair, looked almost like fire in the sunlight. She had kind green eyes with specks of deep brown, and.. she was elven... I didn't know if you knew this.'
'Elven?' She had to ask.
He looked at her incrediously. 'You don't know who the elves are?'
'No, who?'
'That is a tale for later my dear. But for right now I think we should go back the subject.'
'Where did my mother live? And what was her name?' Ára asked eagerly, wanting to know more about who her mother was, before she was obviously turned into the one she was before Mithrandir released Morgoth's old hold on her.
'Her name was Verce, it's elvish for "wild one" for her hair color was often described as being "wild". She lived in Gondolin, was a woman- warrior, thus she got caught within Morgoth's evil web and turned into his slave during the war in the end of the first age, long before you were born. As I said, she lived in Gondolin, with her brother and parents. Her brother still lives, his name is Glorfindel, you can find him here, he now lives here in Imladris after Gondolin's fall long ago. Glorfindel was one of the Lords of Gondolin, which made your mother a noble Lady.'
'Oh...' was all she could say. She was shocked. Speechless.
'Well now onto other things. I know who your father is.'
Her head shot up from where it had rested slightly bent forwards. 'You know? How? Who is he?'
'Search your memories, you have met him before. When you were but a small child.'
She searched and searched within herself. She was reminded about that someone she was sitting upon and that someone had told her the name of a star. Then more and more memories started flooding to her. She looked schocked at first Mithrandir then at Elrond. 'But... but...' she managed to croak out as she looked at a very curious looking elven Lord. 'Him??'
Mithrandir nodded. 'I'm afraid he doesn't remember that though,' he said, redirecting her gaze. 'But enough of that now. I suggest we take off this hideous curse your mother put on you, what do you say?' when that didn't trigger any response from her he baited 'it might trigger some memory of his'.
'Ok,' she said, determined to at least try to win back the father who was lost to her for so long.
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Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai... Poor Elrond. Another story which he got a daughter he couldn't remember anything about. Oh well, I toyed with this idea for long, and I finally got my bum into doing it, and now, you, my dearest readers, will have to wait until I upload the fourth and probably last chapter. Push the little button and write down your thought and make me a happy author! Ps. Can I only get signed reviews?? I don't have a single anonymous review!