New Friends Part 2
Agador - POV
At first I was incredibly angry at Brier, but I soon got over it, as I always did. My scalp burned a bit, and my lungs and throat felt as though someone had taken slashed at them with a sharp blade. I took a sip of water from my canteen and looked up. Two young people, elves, they looked like, were approaching us from the water. The taller one, a girl, looked concerned, and the other had the look of fear. I smiled a bit, to try to get him to ease up. If there was something I hated to witness, it was someone in pain. He seemed to let some worry slide as the girl, Vefeniel her name was, introduced the both of them. He helped me to my feet. His hands shook some, but the strength he lifted me with was surprising. His damp hair fell upon his shoulders in golden locks, and his eyes were a shade darker than azure. Vefeniel continued talking for some time, and Brier told her our names, but I hardly took notice. The boy, Haldir, was breathtaking. I was fearful towards the feelings I had for him. My mother had warned me of this: she called it affection, but how could it be? The boy hadn't said one word to me yet. Brier continued in a conversation with Vefeniel, and while Haldir and I stood away, we started our own discussion.
"I have heard only stories of the woodland realm, what is it truly like? Do the leaves fall not? In autumn, does a warm summer breeze keep the chill off? Please, enlighten me!" I pleaded. Haldir only smiled shyly.
"I do not know if that is admitted to me, but I will surely hint to you of the wonders we of Lorien enjoy." His grammar startled me. I only heard adults use the word 'admitted,' and the way he said the sentence was in itself beyond my years. This alone intrigued me, and I yearned to learn more. We started to walk along the small bank of the lake. "It is only partially true what you have heard; the leaves upon the trees do not crisp and fall in autumn, they turn a golden color. It is not until spring that they fall, and are replaced by beautiful flowers of yellow and purple. I daren't say more, for I am not sure if I was even allowed to say as much." He smiled at me. We found a flat spot on the sand to rest.
"It is only by luck that Brier and I have met you, our village has no visitors. I know only little of what the rest of Middle-earth is like, from my father's stories. He came from Fornost. My mother is from the village of Bree. Her father is a hobbit and owns a horse ranch there. I've never met him." I added glumly.
"Hobbit? What is that? I've never heard of such a thing." Haldir inquired.
"A hobbit is quite small, shorter than a dwarf, and usually have curly hair and plump bellies. They enjoy the simple life, free of adventures or anything unusual." I recited from memory, remembering the many ways my mother described hobbits to me. Haldir still seemed confused, but I couldn't think of any other way to describe them. "My mother is only half hobbit. Her mother was of mortal descent. My grandmother, Antonia, I believe her name was, came from the south, Gondor." I explained.
"Yes, I have heard of Gondor. One day I wish to see the white tower, although it is forbidden to partake on such adventures whilst one is so young." It took me a few moments to understand what Haldir just said, but I replied.
"Yes, it seems nice." We sat in awkward silence until he spoke up.
"What is your village like?" I though for a minute on how to describe it to him.
"Well, in our camp we hold about 80 elves, all of Greenwood, aside from my father, mother, and Brier. We know not of where he came from. He was simply found one day by the river. The village is bordered by a wooden fence, which stands only four feet tall. In the center is where we store meat, and every hut has a vegetable garden next to it. We share food amongst ourselves, and everyone gets along very well. At night most gather around a great campfire and share stories. I love to tell stories! My mother tells me that I have been creating tales since I was too young to talk!" at this we both laughed. "Of course, it is forbidden to venture too far into the forests, or too far out into the plains. When Brier and I get to be older we have agreed to go on many adventures. I only wish we could start now." I sighed. Haldir looked at me with sad eyes.
"I understand much of your emotions, for I too wish to explore Middle- earth. I was granted with enough luck to be allowed on this expedition, although we are only to venture to the end of the forest, then turn back." He explained.
"So you will be coming back around?" I asked.
"Quite so, and Vefeniel and I may even visit this water hole again, if we are permitted."
"And when would that be?" I inquired, quite excited.
"Half a year, but surely the impending chill will effect our journey."
"So, would that mean near the start of summer?"
"Most surely, or sometime after." And he smiled, only now catching on to what I was thinking. "And I hope to see you again when that day arrives.
"And so do I" I replied, very exuberant in my phrasing.
"But you must not bring anyone with you, for I cannot look after their safety." I was saddened by his request of no visitors, but complied. Then we stood and walked back to where Brier and Vefeniel were. They were conversing like adults, very formal and to-the-point.
"Agador, we should be going now." Brier informed me as soon as he had finished a sentence directed towards Vefeniel.
"And we shall head back to camp as well." Vefeniel said and picked up a haversack which was resting on the sand.
"Alright, well, goodbye then, Haldir." I sighed, and gave him a warm hug. I did the same to Vefeniel, but they were neither dismayed nor did they return such a hug. Haldir smiled widely and Vefeniel bowed the slightest bit. Brier and I waved and headed back through the trees, with me looking back every couple of steps to see Haldir watching out departure. I waved once more, and then the crossed over a hill and the elves were out of sight.
"You seemed very taken with Vefeniel," I uttered to Brier some minutes later. His face reddened the slightest bit.
"And you to Haldir!" he joked, and made kissing sounds while saying, "Haldir, oh how I love your shiny blond hair and sweet blue eyes, I could just kiss you all night!" I laughed embarrassed and punched his shoulder. Then we laughed pleasingly and told jokes the rest of the way back home.
At first I was incredibly angry at Brier, but I soon got over it, as I always did. My scalp burned a bit, and my lungs and throat felt as though someone had taken slashed at them with a sharp blade. I took a sip of water from my canteen and looked up. Two young people, elves, they looked like, were approaching us from the water. The taller one, a girl, looked concerned, and the other had the look of fear. I smiled a bit, to try to get him to ease up. If there was something I hated to witness, it was someone in pain. He seemed to let some worry slide as the girl, Vefeniel her name was, introduced the both of them. He helped me to my feet. His hands shook some, but the strength he lifted me with was surprising. His damp hair fell upon his shoulders in golden locks, and his eyes were a shade darker than azure. Vefeniel continued talking for some time, and Brier told her our names, but I hardly took notice. The boy, Haldir, was breathtaking. I was fearful towards the feelings I had for him. My mother had warned me of this: she called it affection, but how could it be? The boy hadn't said one word to me yet. Brier continued in a conversation with Vefeniel, and while Haldir and I stood away, we started our own discussion.
"I have heard only stories of the woodland realm, what is it truly like? Do the leaves fall not? In autumn, does a warm summer breeze keep the chill off? Please, enlighten me!" I pleaded. Haldir only smiled shyly.
"I do not know if that is admitted to me, but I will surely hint to you of the wonders we of Lorien enjoy." His grammar startled me. I only heard adults use the word 'admitted,' and the way he said the sentence was in itself beyond my years. This alone intrigued me, and I yearned to learn more. We started to walk along the small bank of the lake. "It is only partially true what you have heard; the leaves upon the trees do not crisp and fall in autumn, they turn a golden color. It is not until spring that they fall, and are replaced by beautiful flowers of yellow and purple. I daren't say more, for I am not sure if I was even allowed to say as much." He smiled at me. We found a flat spot on the sand to rest.
"It is only by luck that Brier and I have met you, our village has no visitors. I know only little of what the rest of Middle-earth is like, from my father's stories. He came from Fornost. My mother is from the village of Bree. Her father is a hobbit and owns a horse ranch there. I've never met him." I added glumly.
"Hobbit? What is that? I've never heard of such a thing." Haldir inquired.
"A hobbit is quite small, shorter than a dwarf, and usually have curly hair and plump bellies. They enjoy the simple life, free of adventures or anything unusual." I recited from memory, remembering the many ways my mother described hobbits to me. Haldir still seemed confused, but I couldn't think of any other way to describe them. "My mother is only half hobbit. Her mother was of mortal descent. My grandmother, Antonia, I believe her name was, came from the south, Gondor." I explained.
"Yes, I have heard of Gondor. One day I wish to see the white tower, although it is forbidden to partake on such adventures whilst one is so young." It took me a few moments to understand what Haldir just said, but I replied.
"Yes, it seems nice." We sat in awkward silence until he spoke up.
"What is your village like?" I though for a minute on how to describe it to him.
"Well, in our camp we hold about 80 elves, all of Greenwood, aside from my father, mother, and Brier. We know not of where he came from. He was simply found one day by the river. The village is bordered by a wooden fence, which stands only four feet tall. In the center is where we store meat, and every hut has a vegetable garden next to it. We share food amongst ourselves, and everyone gets along very well. At night most gather around a great campfire and share stories. I love to tell stories! My mother tells me that I have been creating tales since I was too young to talk!" at this we both laughed. "Of course, it is forbidden to venture too far into the forests, or too far out into the plains. When Brier and I get to be older we have agreed to go on many adventures. I only wish we could start now." I sighed. Haldir looked at me with sad eyes.
"I understand much of your emotions, for I too wish to explore Middle- earth. I was granted with enough luck to be allowed on this expedition, although we are only to venture to the end of the forest, then turn back." He explained.
"So you will be coming back around?" I asked.
"Quite so, and Vefeniel and I may even visit this water hole again, if we are permitted."
"And when would that be?" I inquired, quite excited.
"Half a year, but surely the impending chill will effect our journey."
"So, would that mean near the start of summer?"
"Most surely, or sometime after." And he smiled, only now catching on to what I was thinking. "And I hope to see you again when that day arrives.
"And so do I" I replied, very exuberant in my phrasing.
"But you must not bring anyone with you, for I cannot look after their safety." I was saddened by his request of no visitors, but complied. Then we stood and walked back to where Brier and Vefeniel were. They were conversing like adults, very formal and to-the-point.
"Agador, we should be going now." Brier informed me as soon as he had finished a sentence directed towards Vefeniel.
"And we shall head back to camp as well." Vefeniel said and picked up a haversack which was resting on the sand.
"Alright, well, goodbye then, Haldir." I sighed, and gave him a warm hug. I did the same to Vefeniel, but they were neither dismayed nor did they return such a hug. Haldir smiled widely and Vefeniel bowed the slightest bit. Brier and I waved and headed back through the trees, with me looking back every couple of steps to see Haldir watching out departure. I waved once more, and then the crossed over a hill and the elves were out of sight.
"You seemed very taken with Vefeniel," I uttered to Brier some minutes later. His face reddened the slightest bit.
"And you to Haldir!" he joked, and made kissing sounds while saying, "Haldir, oh how I love your shiny blond hair and sweet blue eyes, I could just kiss you all night!" I laughed embarrassed and punched his shoulder. Then we laughed pleasingly and told jokes the rest of the way back home.
