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(Chapter Three) Age: 12 Years
Númellóte picked out a pale pink thick velvet dress and put it on. It was the middle of winter now and extremely freezing cold, and though she had been alive for 5 years, it had never snowed. Often Erestor, Glorfindel or Elrond would tell her stories about snowy winters they used to have. Or even the twins, because they were 10 years older then her and had experienced an extremely snowy winter.
"I wish it would snow. Please Elbereth, make the heavens pour out their white bounty" Lótë murmured almost silently.
"what was that?" Erestor called from the other room.
"Nothing ada, just asking Elbereth for some snow" Lótë sighed.
"it will come eventually nin lótë" (my flower) Erestor chuckled from the doorway.
"I suppose you are right" Lótë sighed. She wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and went downstairs to dinner with him. On the stairs they ran into Glorfindel, who asked Erestor to please look over a few papers quickly before dinner. Lótë started towards the dining hall by herself, but was suddenly ambushed by Elrohir and Elladan.
"yee!" (eek!) she exclaimed as she was tackled to the floor.
"haha! We have got you now princess!" Elladan laughed, then let her up. She glanced over at Elrohir, who was still rolling on the floor laughing. Lótë had had a crush on Elrohir for the past few weeks.
"Elrohir! Elladan! That wasn't very nice!" she said, pretending to cry into her hands. Elrohir, the more sensitive, emotion-filled twin, was by her side instantly.
"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to upset you. It was just a joke" he said, putting an arm around Lótë's shoulder and hugging her close.
"Elrohir, I think she's-" Elladan started to say, but his twin cut him off with a look.
"you should be more careful with your pranks from now on" she 'sobbed'.
"shhh it's all well" Elrohir crooned, and Lótë tried but failed desperately to smother her laughter. To Elrohir it must have sounded like she was sobbing louder because he then tried to comfort her again. Lótë finally sunk to the floor as she convulsed with laughter. Finally Elrohir caught on and looked at her in shock.
"you... fell... for... it!" she gasped amidst giggles. Elrohir dived down and tackled her and it must have looked like they were really fighting because they heard the sound of feet and suddenly they were pulled apart.
"Elrohir, what is the meaning of this?!" Elrond exclaimed.
"Lótë what is going on?" Erestor asked. Lótë was still laughing and she managed to choke out a reply.
"was surprised... tackled... fooled them... Elrohir... got revenge" Lótë laughed.
"oh, I'm sorry" Erestor chuckled, dropping her, but she did not expect and fell rudely to the floor, which made the twins laugh very hard again.
"come on now, we're late for dinner" Elrond stated, and ushered the children into the dining hall. Lótë sat down between Elrohir and Erestor and started putting whatever was in reach on her plate. She kept sneaking glances at Elrohir. Finally Elladan caught on and he shot a smirk at me.
"awww look at the way our telellë lótë keeps looking at Elrohir, she must be in love with him" (little flower) Elladan sighed.
"Elladan dina!" (be silent!) Lótë hissed.
"Lótë is in love with Elrohir! How sweet! Now she really will be my sister! Tell me Lótë, when is the wedding?"
"dina!" (be silent!) she hissed again, this time her voice as cold as ice but her anger hotter then a balrog. She blushed and glared not at him, but at his napkin. And before her eyes it burst into fire. She let out a soft scream, as she processed what happened. The entire hall was silent. Just then Elladan let out a ridiculously obvious comment.
"you burned Elrohir's napkin!" he laughed, making the entire hall also laugh. Lótë blushed furiously, tears starting to sting their way down my cheeks. She shoved her chair back and ran from the table. As she burst through the door she heard Erestor call to her to wait, but she ignored him and started to run to her room. However on the way she realized she would have no privacy there. So Lótë veered left sharply and took a back route to the gardens. she found her favorite willow tree way in the south corner and climbed up as far as she could go. The night was freezing but she just curled into a ball and cried. Lótë was humiliated, but more afraid then embarrassed. After her tears had stopped for a bit, the thought occurred to her that she might also be found here. And her guess proved right.
"Lótë? Lótë where are you? Númellóte! Please answer me if you can hear me, I just want to talk to you" She heard her close friend Anayron call to her. He was 1050 years older then her, but they were close confidents, both growing up with only a single parent.
"Anayron?" Lótë questioned, even though she knew it was him.
"there you are! I saw you run from the table then there was much commotion. Please tell me what happened and perhaps we can resolve it" he said kindly. She climbed down and sat on a nearby bench with him.
"well Elladan was teasing me about my liking Elrohir and I got so angry, but I was trying not to cry so I stared at his napkin and my anger kept welling up until his napkin caught on fire. It was nowhere near any candle, and it happened so suddenly. Afterwards I was so embarrassed I ran from the table, but the more that I think of it, the more I grow afraid. This has happened more then once. I get very angry and I stare at things, and they heat up. I can feel them heat up without touching them. It is really frightening me" she sighed miserably. Anayron put an arm around her and held her comfortingly.
"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. If it was, Elrond or your Erestor or Glorfindel would have realized it by now" Anayron explained, trying to quell her fears.
"your probably right. I suppose I should go back in. They might worry, and Elbereth forbid I cause any more trouble tonight... and at least Elladan learned his lesson!" Lótë said, flashing a quick mischievous smile.
"yes he certainly did. Now come on, I'll escort you milady" he said, and held his arm out. She accepted it and they walked towards the house. As soon as they stepped inside, they saw Erestor hurrying up the stairs again.
"ada!" she called. He turned mid-step, and then hurried down to her. He hugged her, said that he was glad that she was safe, and thanked Anayron for finding her.
"it was my pleasure sir, now if you'll please excuse me, I am going to retire. Goodnight Erestor, Lótë" he said, bowed his head, and left.
"come, your going to bed and we'll forget all about this incident" Erestor sighed tiredly.
"but I don't want to forget! I want to know exactly what happened!" Lótë exclaimed, stopping.
"Elladan was playing a trick with a candle lighter, he explained it to me. It was nothing" Erestor said.
Lótë stared at him for a minute, before reluctantly accepting that explanation and trudging upstairs with him. As she went into her room she muttered a goodnight before shutting the door quietly. she was too exhausted physically to change into a nightgown. That little stare-down with the napkin had tired her out for some reason. she buried down very deep under all her covers, curled up in a ball, and fell asleep. But in a few hours a soft sound woke her up. She sat up in bed, then climbed out from under her cloth cave. She crept silently to the window, but retreated instantly and wrapped a thick blanket around her before going back. This time she cautiously pushed open her window and what she saw next nearly made her faint in shock. On the ground there was at least a foot of white stuff. It glistened and sparkled in the little light that the kitchen let out. Lótë stared and stared for many minutes, until her face was smarting from the bitter, snowy wind. Then she reluctantly pulled the window shut and crept out into the hallway. She knocked on Erestor's door and opened it then padded silently in.
She crept over to where Erestor lay sleeping, and gently poked him in the rib.
"man?" (what?) he murmured, his eyes gradually regaining focus, "Lótë man ëa?" (what is it?).
"ada there is something odd going on outside" she replied, glancing curiously at the window. Erestor got up and went over to his window and opened it. He gasped, and reached out. A few of the light white flakes fell into his palm. He didn't seem affected by the cold like Lótë was. Interesting but she soon forgot that for the time being.
"sina ná lossë" (this is snow) he explained, slipping into Elvish due to his exhaustion. He tried to keep her very fluent in the tongues of men because they do much dealing with them, and very slowly the time of the Elves dwindled. Erestor gather some in his hand and put it in hers.
"ëa ringa!" (it is cold!) she exclaimed, dropping it soon after it landed in her hand.
"yes it is" Erestor lied, cleverly hiding yet another difference between Lótë and every other elf. Elves were immune to the cold. At least full elves were.
"we will explore tomorrow. For now go back to bed and rest" Erestor sighed, then climbed back into his own bed as Lótë went back to her own and fell asleep to thoughts of snow. But her thoughts was interrupted by a dream.
Lótë was sitting on the sand at the Bay of Belfalas. She got up and walked to the edge of the water. She was just about to dive in when she heard quiet talking. She turned around and gasped. What caught her sight first was the man. He was glowing silver. His hair looked just like hers. The woman had the same eyes as her, and the same high, delicate jaw line. The man's face was as pale as the moon, but the woman, who was clearly an elf, had a complexion of pale, creamy skin. She was holding something in her arms wrapped in cloth, that was giggling. Lótë crept forward.
"pardon me, but who are you" she asked the couple. They could not hear her. She walked over and put her hand on the woman's shoulder, but it went right through like she was a spectre.
"Marinn, what shall we name her?" the man asked.
"we shall name her Amariieana. I think that is a good name, don't you Ithil?" the woman named Marinn replied. Lótë peered down and looked at the thing. It was a baby girl. Who looked exactly like her. The same hair, eyes, face, everything.
And Lótë started to cry. Then something grabbed her and she screamed.
Suddenly someone was shaking Lótë awake. Her eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright. She looked around wildly, not seeing her attacker.
"who's there? What do you want?" she asked, her voice high pitched and loud.
"Lótë! Lótë, it's me! It's Erestor! Your ada! What happened? Why did you scream?" Erestor asked, worry and concern etched across his face.
"a ossë-undome!" (a night terror) she wept, holding onto Erestor tightly.
"everything is fine. Please tell me your terror" he said much more calmly.
"I was on a beach. I saw this couple named Ithil and Marinn and I tried to speak to them and touch them, but I was like a spectre. And the woman named Marinn was holding something. I looked down and it was a baby. But the baby looked exactly like me as a baby. Everything was the same. And the baby had Ithil's hair, and Marinn's eyes, and it's name was Amariieana. It was so scary. I thought those were my parents but they can't be. You're my Ada! Aren't you ada?" Lótë asked, sniffling as Erestor brushed some more stray tears aside.
"of course I am. You just had a night terror, that's all. Most likely something you ate or the night's incident causing it" he reasoned. Just then the door opened and Elrond peered in. His rooms were 3 floors up in the northwest corner of the house. Her scream was that loud.
"is all well?" Elrond asked.
"it is now, Lótë just had a very frightening night terror" Erestor explained.
"alright then, if you need anything, you know where I am" Elrond said, then shut the door again.
"ada can I sleep with you tonight? I'm too afraid to go back to sleep again by myself" she asked, pouting sadly.
"of course. This is something you haven't done since you were a tiny little elfling" Erestor said, smiling in spite of the situation.
Lótë followed Erestor into his bedroom and then climbed onto the opposite side of the bed. She curled up underneath the black covers, and soon was drifting off.
"quel undome Lótë" Erestor murmured as he started to doze as well.
"mm-hmm. Same to you" she replied, and then fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
(Chapter Three) Age: 12 Years
Númellóte picked out a pale pink thick velvet dress and put it on. It was the middle of winter now and extremely freezing cold, and though she had been alive for 5 years, it had never snowed. Often Erestor, Glorfindel or Elrond would tell her stories about snowy winters they used to have. Or even the twins, because they were 10 years older then her and had experienced an extremely snowy winter.
"I wish it would snow. Please Elbereth, make the heavens pour out their white bounty" Lótë murmured almost silently.
"what was that?" Erestor called from the other room.
"Nothing ada, just asking Elbereth for some snow" Lótë sighed.
"it will come eventually nin lótë" (my flower) Erestor chuckled from the doorway.
"I suppose you are right" Lótë sighed. She wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and went downstairs to dinner with him. On the stairs they ran into Glorfindel, who asked Erestor to please look over a few papers quickly before dinner. Lótë started towards the dining hall by herself, but was suddenly ambushed by Elrohir and Elladan.
"yee!" (eek!) she exclaimed as she was tackled to the floor.
"haha! We have got you now princess!" Elladan laughed, then let her up. She glanced over at Elrohir, who was still rolling on the floor laughing. Lótë had had a crush on Elrohir for the past few weeks.
"Elrohir! Elladan! That wasn't very nice!" she said, pretending to cry into her hands. Elrohir, the more sensitive, emotion-filled twin, was by her side instantly.
"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to upset you. It was just a joke" he said, putting an arm around Lótë's shoulder and hugging her close.
"Elrohir, I think she's-" Elladan started to say, but his twin cut him off with a look.
"you should be more careful with your pranks from now on" she 'sobbed'.
"shhh it's all well" Elrohir crooned, and Lótë tried but failed desperately to smother her laughter. To Elrohir it must have sounded like she was sobbing louder because he then tried to comfort her again. Lótë finally sunk to the floor as she convulsed with laughter. Finally Elrohir caught on and looked at her in shock.
"you... fell... for... it!" she gasped amidst giggles. Elrohir dived down and tackled her and it must have looked like they were really fighting because they heard the sound of feet and suddenly they were pulled apart.
"Elrohir, what is the meaning of this?!" Elrond exclaimed.
"Lótë what is going on?" Erestor asked. Lótë was still laughing and she managed to choke out a reply.
"was surprised... tackled... fooled them... Elrohir... got revenge" Lótë laughed.
"oh, I'm sorry" Erestor chuckled, dropping her, but she did not expect and fell rudely to the floor, which made the twins laugh very hard again.
"come on now, we're late for dinner" Elrond stated, and ushered the children into the dining hall. Lótë sat down between Elrohir and Erestor and started putting whatever was in reach on her plate. She kept sneaking glances at Elrohir. Finally Elladan caught on and he shot a smirk at me.
"awww look at the way our telellë lótë keeps looking at Elrohir, she must be in love with him" (little flower) Elladan sighed.
"Elladan dina!" (be silent!) Lótë hissed.
"Lótë is in love with Elrohir! How sweet! Now she really will be my sister! Tell me Lótë, when is the wedding?"
"dina!" (be silent!) she hissed again, this time her voice as cold as ice but her anger hotter then a balrog. She blushed and glared not at him, but at his napkin. And before her eyes it burst into fire. She let out a soft scream, as she processed what happened. The entire hall was silent. Just then Elladan let out a ridiculously obvious comment.
"you burned Elrohir's napkin!" he laughed, making the entire hall also laugh. Lótë blushed furiously, tears starting to sting their way down my cheeks. She shoved her chair back and ran from the table. As she burst through the door she heard Erestor call to her to wait, but she ignored him and started to run to her room. However on the way she realized she would have no privacy there. So Lótë veered left sharply and took a back route to the gardens. she found her favorite willow tree way in the south corner and climbed up as far as she could go. The night was freezing but she just curled into a ball and cried. Lótë was humiliated, but more afraid then embarrassed. After her tears had stopped for a bit, the thought occurred to her that she might also be found here. And her guess proved right.
"Lótë? Lótë where are you? Númellóte! Please answer me if you can hear me, I just want to talk to you" She heard her close friend Anayron call to her. He was 1050 years older then her, but they were close confidents, both growing up with only a single parent.
"Anayron?" Lótë questioned, even though she knew it was him.
"there you are! I saw you run from the table then there was much commotion. Please tell me what happened and perhaps we can resolve it" he said kindly. She climbed down and sat on a nearby bench with him.
"well Elladan was teasing me about my liking Elrohir and I got so angry, but I was trying not to cry so I stared at his napkin and my anger kept welling up until his napkin caught on fire. It was nowhere near any candle, and it happened so suddenly. Afterwards I was so embarrassed I ran from the table, but the more that I think of it, the more I grow afraid. This has happened more then once. I get very angry and I stare at things, and they heat up. I can feel them heat up without touching them. It is really frightening me" she sighed miserably. Anayron put an arm around her and held her comfortingly.
"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. If it was, Elrond or your Erestor or Glorfindel would have realized it by now" Anayron explained, trying to quell her fears.
"your probably right. I suppose I should go back in. They might worry, and Elbereth forbid I cause any more trouble tonight... and at least Elladan learned his lesson!" Lótë said, flashing a quick mischievous smile.
"yes he certainly did. Now come on, I'll escort you milady" he said, and held his arm out. She accepted it and they walked towards the house. As soon as they stepped inside, they saw Erestor hurrying up the stairs again.
"ada!" she called. He turned mid-step, and then hurried down to her. He hugged her, said that he was glad that she was safe, and thanked Anayron for finding her.
"it was my pleasure sir, now if you'll please excuse me, I am going to retire. Goodnight Erestor, Lótë" he said, bowed his head, and left.
"come, your going to bed and we'll forget all about this incident" Erestor sighed tiredly.
"but I don't want to forget! I want to know exactly what happened!" Lótë exclaimed, stopping.
"Elladan was playing a trick with a candle lighter, he explained it to me. It was nothing" Erestor said.
Lótë stared at him for a minute, before reluctantly accepting that explanation and trudging upstairs with him. As she went into her room she muttered a goodnight before shutting the door quietly. she was too exhausted physically to change into a nightgown. That little stare-down with the napkin had tired her out for some reason. she buried down very deep under all her covers, curled up in a ball, and fell asleep. But in a few hours a soft sound woke her up. She sat up in bed, then climbed out from under her cloth cave. She crept silently to the window, but retreated instantly and wrapped a thick blanket around her before going back. This time she cautiously pushed open her window and what she saw next nearly made her faint in shock. On the ground there was at least a foot of white stuff. It glistened and sparkled in the little light that the kitchen let out. Lótë stared and stared for many minutes, until her face was smarting from the bitter, snowy wind. Then she reluctantly pulled the window shut and crept out into the hallway. She knocked on Erestor's door and opened it then padded silently in.
She crept over to where Erestor lay sleeping, and gently poked him in the rib.
"man?" (what?) he murmured, his eyes gradually regaining focus, "Lótë man ëa?" (what is it?).
"ada there is something odd going on outside" she replied, glancing curiously at the window. Erestor got up and went over to his window and opened it. He gasped, and reached out. A few of the light white flakes fell into his palm. He didn't seem affected by the cold like Lótë was. Interesting but she soon forgot that for the time being.
"sina ná lossë" (this is snow) he explained, slipping into Elvish due to his exhaustion. He tried to keep her very fluent in the tongues of men because they do much dealing with them, and very slowly the time of the Elves dwindled. Erestor gather some in his hand and put it in hers.
"ëa ringa!" (it is cold!) she exclaimed, dropping it soon after it landed in her hand.
"yes it is" Erestor lied, cleverly hiding yet another difference between Lótë and every other elf. Elves were immune to the cold. At least full elves were.
"we will explore tomorrow. For now go back to bed and rest" Erestor sighed, then climbed back into his own bed as Lótë went back to her own and fell asleep to thoughts of snow. But her thoughts was interrupted by a dream.
Lótë was sitting on the sand at the Bay of Belfalas. She got up and walked to the edge of the water. She was just about to dive in when she heard quiet talking. She turned around and gasped. What caught her sight first was the man. He was glowing silver. His hair looked just like hers. The woman had the same eyes as her, and the same high, delicate jaw line. The man's face was as pale as the moon, but the woman, who was clearly an elf, had a complexion of pale, creamy skin. She was holding something in her arms wrapped in cloth, that was giggling. Lótë crept forward.
"pardon me, but who are you" she asked the couple. They could not hear her. She walked over and put her hand on the woman's shoulder, but it went right through like she was a spectre.
"Marinn, what shall we name her?" the man asked.
"we shall name her Amariieana. I think that is a good name, don't you Ithil?" the woman named Marinn replied. Lótë peered down and looked at the thing. It was a baby girl. Who looked exactly like her. The same hair, eyes, face, everything.
And Lótë started to cry. Then something grabbed her and she screamed.
Suddenly someone was shaking Lótë awake. Her eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright. She looked around wildly, not seeing her attacker.
"who's there? What do you want?" she asked, her voice high pitched and loud.
"Lótë! Lótë, it's me! It's Erestor! Your ada! What happened? Why did you scream?" Erestor asked, worry and concern etched across his face.
"a ossë-undome!" (a night terror) she wept, holding onto Erestor tightly.
"everything is fine. Please tell me your terror" he said much more calmly.
"I was on a beach. I saw this couple named Ithil and Marinn and I tried to speak to them and touch them, but I was like a spectre. And the woman named Marinn was holding something. I looked down and it was a baby. But the baby looked exactly like me as a baby. Everything was the same. And the baby had Ithil's hair, and Marinn's eyes, and it's name was Amariieana. It was so scary. I thought those were my parents but they can't be. You're my Ada! Aren't you ada?" Lótë asked, sniffling as Erestor brushed some more stray tears aside.
"of course I am. You just had a night terror, that's all. Most likely something you ate or the night's incident causing it" he reasoned. Just then the door opened and Elrond peered in. His rooms were 3 floors up in the northwest corner of the house. Her scream was that loud.
"is all well?" Elrond asked.
"it is now, Lótë just had a very frightening night terror" Erestor explained.
"alright then, if you need anything, you know where I am" Elrond said, then shut the door again.
"ada can I sleep with you tonight? I'm too afraid to go back to sleep again by myself" she asked, pouting sadly.
"of course. This is something you haven't done since you were a tiny little elfling" Erestor said, smiling in spite of the situation.
Lótë followed Erestor into his bedroom and then climbed onto the opposite side of the bed. She curled up underneath the black covers, and soon was drifting off.
"quel undome Lótë" Erestor murmured as he started to doze as well.
"mm-hmm. Same to you" she replied, and then fell into a deep dreamless sleep.