Thoughts
Brier - POV
Agador cherished the bow she received from Haldir, and almost never let it out of her sight for many months to come. It was true that I was very jealous, but I tried to hide it. She practiced for many hours every day, and in about two years she had greater skill with her bow than I with a sword. We hadn't met with the Lorien elves since that day in April, much to Agador's despair, but I didn't mind. On her 14th birthday we snuck off together into the woods late at night.
"Do you feel like running away?" I asked as we layed together in a clearing under the stars.
"Running away? No!" she replied, and looked at me questioningly.
"No, not now, if that's what you were thinking. I just feel tied down," I hesitated, "like I need to explore the world." She still looked confused.
"I would be perfectly content to stay here for many more years." She retorted, almost stuttering. I could tell she was scared. "You're not going to leave me, are you?" she asked as she placed her hand gently in mine.
"No, I wanted you to come with me. We could travel together through these lands, go on many adventures," I explained. "like we used to dream of." And I grasped her hand tighter. She pursed her lips together and said nothing for a few moments, but replied:
"Surely you could wait a while longer?"
"Agador," I was getting temperamental and impatient with her. "I do not have as long a life as you surely will, and I would like to spend it with you, seeing the great sites of Middle-earth!" Agador let out a long sigh and sat up.
"You're right," she started. "We had made promises, and I have many years to stay here after our journeys."
"Yes! Yes, that's right! After I die you can return and rest here for many years!" Suddenly she began to cry. "Oh, Agador, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, it's just." I was cut off.
"Die?!" she cried. "How can you talk about such a thing?" Agador covered her face with her hands.
"I will die, you know. I'm not of your kind, and"
"I know! You'll die, mother will die," she was unable to continue. I rested on my knees and hugged her tight.
"Yes, we will die, but it won't be for many years now, and we will spend those years together, happily." She stopped crying the slightest bit and looked up. We stared into each other's eyes and I smiled, but she only rested her head on my shoulder, and I could feel her body trembling. I wrapped my cloak around her shoulders and we stood up together to go back to the camp.
Agador cherished the bow she received from Haldir, and almost never let it out of her sight for many months to come. It was true that I was very jealous, but I tried to hide it. She practiced for many hours every day, and in about two years she had greater skill with her bow than I with a sword. We hadn't met with the Lorien elves since that day in April, much to Agador's despair, but I didn't mind. On her 14th birthday we snuck off together into the woods late at night.
"Do you feel like running away?" I asked as we layed together in a clearing under the stars.
"Running away? No!" she replied, and looked at me questioningly.
"No, not now, if that's what you were thinking. I just feel tied down," I hesitated, "like I need to explore the world." She still looked confused.
"I would be perfectly content to stay here for many more years." She retorted, almost stuttering. I could tell she was scared. "You're not going to leave me, are you?" she asked as she placed her hand gently in mine.
"No, I wanted you to come with me. We could travel together through these lands, go on many adventures," I explained. "like we used to dream of." And I grasped her hand tighter. She pursed her lips together and said nothing for a few moments, but replied:
"Surely you could wait a while longer?"
"Agador," I was getting temperamental and impatient with her. "I do not have as long a life as you surely will, and I would like to spend it with you, seeing the great sites of Middle-earth!" Agador let out a long sigh and sat up.
"You're right," she started. "We had made promises, and I have many years to stay here after our journeys."
"Yes! Yes, that's right! After I die you can return and rest here for many years!" Suddenly she began to cry. "Oh, Agador, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, it's just." I was cut off.
"Die?!" she cried. "How can you talk about such a thing?" Agador covered her face with her hands.
"I will die, you know. I'm not of your kind, and"
"I know! You'll die, mother will die," she was unable to continue. I rested on my knees and hugged her tight.
"Yes, we will die, but it won't be for many years now, and we will spend those years together, happily." She stopped crying the slightest bit and looked up. We stared into each other's eyes and I smiled, but she only rested her head on my shoulder, and I could feel her body trembling. I wrapped my cloak around her shoulders and we stood up together to go back to the camp.
