I do not own Lord of the Rings and did not create the Elves or the song this story was named after ,but certain characters ARE mine. In the extremely unlikely, but in the event some body wants to use them, you need but ask, though try not to make them a little OOC. Enough of this necessary evil, Let us begin!
Into The West
"And all will turn to silver glass,
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the west."
Vorneniel sang softly to the elflings that lay scattered about her, indeed only sleeping. Their eyes, usually so full of the fiery spirit they reflected, were dulled looking into the heavens without seeing the midday sun burning so brightly above. "Sweet sleep, my little ones." She whispered, gazing fondly at her beloved charges, gently rubbing the back of one that lay across her lap. 'So young, so innocent, not knowing how much their elders go through to keep them safe.' The warrior-in-training thought before letting go to join the children in their slumber.
It was not long until she was drawn forth from the beloved haven of her mind. Someone had chucked an acorn at her. Her eyes came back into focus reluctantly and she groaned, knowing why she had been woken up. Carefully shifting the sweet elflings that had curled next to and on her, so she could rise. It was then when she saw who had done the waking, it was her older sister, Meaglien who was name for her wit and tongue.
"What are you doing here?" Maeglien ask quietly, carefully picking her way through the sleeping forms that were scattered throughout the grove of young oaks. "I thought your friend Arathel was on Duty today." Setting the younger children down for a nap was a job shared by all the elfmaids and unmarried women of Eryn Vorn, also called the Black Forest, who affectionately referred to the chore as The Duty.
"She did, but she needed help today. Her foul mood was sensed by the elflings, who refused to sleep without a song. She ask me to take her Duty, and I did." Vorn finished before her sister started a rant about how she, Vorn, should not be doing something that was someone else's responsibility. She had heard enough of those as a child. Seeing the look upon her sister's face, she smiled apologetically and gave her sister a hug. "I love you." she whispered into her sister's thick dark brown hair. She pulled away quickly and walked off into the trees, where she came across the sleeping form of the one she sought, Arathel.
"Wake up." Vorn cooed softly, checking that her friend was really sleeping before tiptoeing off to the nearby creek, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. Had Arathel been awake, she would have been very, very worried.
Vorn took an empty wineskin off of her belt and filled in the newly thawed stream. 'This should wake her thoroughly.' Vorn could barely keep herself from laughing as she approached her slumbering friend. Grabbing the bottom of the skin, she overturned it quickly and squeezed. The resulting wave was enough to wake a dwarf, and Vorn had to quickly clap her hand over her friends mouth to keep her from crying out and waking the elflings not too far away. Arathel's dark eyes darted around madly until they spotted Vorn, then she relaxed somewhat and Vorn took her hand away. She then started to shiver from the cold.
"You are heartless, did you know that?" Arathel said, standing up and clearing the water off her pale face. She smiled softly to show her friend that she was joking, then proceeded to wring her hair out in attempt to dry it quickly.
"Are you forgetting something, O Lady Pale? I took over your Duty for you, you would have owed me something anyway!"
"Are you saying that that satisfaction of dousing me with freezing cold water is enough payment for begging a favor of my dearest friend" Arathel tried her best to look innocent, sweet, and hurt at the same time. The result was so heartrending, like the look you would get from a beaten puppy, it was too much for Vorn. She quickly gave her friend a comforting hug, falling right into Arathel's trap. She quickly found the sensitive spot in Vorn's side and began to tickle, viciously.
"No, no! Please stop!" It was all Vorn could do to keep from screaming it for the whole forest to hear. She was quite helpless, writhing on the forest floor as Arathel continued her relentless assault.
"What was that? Do you wish for me to stop?" Arathel could only laugh as Vorn's head barely managed to bob up and down. "I take it that means 'yes'." Again Vorn's head bobbed. This is almost too easy... .Arathel thought. "Well, too bad!"
This torture lasted a few more minutes until Arathel grew bored with it.
"All right, I'll let you off lightly this time."
"That was 'light'? I consider myself lucky indeed! Ai, you got me wet as well!" Vorn said, scrambling up. After dusting herself off, Vorn started to walk alongside the large creek and Arathel was forced to follow.
They walked in silence for a good while, until she whispered out of the side of her mouth, her voice almost lost on the breeze, "Don't look, but I believe we have company." They went a few steps further, when Arathel "stopped to casually stretch".
Arathel whispered back, her tone as equally light as Vorn's had been, "You're right. One of our comrades, in the rowan behind to the left."
They walked on, trying to discern who their "stalker" was by the lightness of his step. They were not having much success, Arathel snorted in impatience.
"Such a sound is not becoming of such a young beauty." A soft voice floated from above. The person was now in a younger oak, perched on a branch almost directly above them.
"Should we look, or keep on walking?" Vorn ask, intentionally raising her voice so that the figure in the oak could hear her, trying to make her voice sound annoyed and failing miserably.
"Hmm...I think we should look. If not, he would just follow us until we did." Arathel was having as much trouble, if not more trouble, than Vorn with masking the delight she truly felt.
"What do you think he wants?"
With that, he figure leapt out of the tree.
well, what do you think?constructive criticisim is welcome and flames are tolerated
Into The West
"And all will turn to silver glass,
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the west."
Vorneniel sang softly to the elflings that lay scattered about her, indeed only sleeping. Their eyes, usually so full of the fiery spirit they reflected, were dulled looking into the heavens without seeing the midday sun burning so brightly above. "Sweet sleep, my little ones." She whispered, gazing fondly at her beloved charges, gently rubbing the back of one that lay across her lap. 'So young, so innocent, not knowing how much their elders go through to keep them safe.' The warrior-in-training thought before letting go to join the children in their slumber.
It was not long until she was drawn forth from the beloved haven of her mind. Someone had chucked an acorn at her. Her eyes came back into focus reluctantly and she groaned, knowing why she had been woken up. Carefully shifting the sweet elflings that had curled next to and on her, so she could rise. It was then when she saw who had done the waking, it was her older sister, Meaglien who was name for her wit and tongue.
"What are you doing here?" Maeglien ask quietly, carefully picking her way through the sleeping forms that were scattered throughout the grove of young oaks. "I thought your friend Arathel was on Duty today." Setting the younger children down for a nap was a job shared by all the elfmaids and unmarried women of Eryn Vorn, also called the Black Forest, who affectionately referred to the chore as The Duty.
"She did, but she needed help today. Her foul mood was sensed by the elflings, who refused to sleep without a song. She ask me to take her Duty, and I did." Vorn finished before her sister started a rant about how she, Vorn, should not be doing something that was someone else's responsibility. She had heard enough of those as a child. Seeing the look upon her sister's face, she smiled apologetically and gave her sister a hug. "I love you." she whispered into her sister's thick dark brown hair. She pulled away quickly and walked off into the trees, where she came across the sleeping form of the one she sought, Arathel.
"Wake up." Vorn cooed softly, checking that her friend was really sleeping before tiptoeing off to the nearby creek, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. Had Arathel been awake, she would have been very, very worried.
Vorn took an empty wineskin off of her belt and filled in the newly thawed stream. 'This should wake her thoroughly.' Vorn could barely keep herself from laughing as she approached her slumbering friend. Grabbing the bottom of the skin, she overturned it quickly and squeezed. The resulting wave was enough to wake a dwarf, and Vorn had to quickly clap her hand over her friends mouth to keep her from crying out and waking the elflings not too far away. Arathel's dark eyes darted around madly until they spotted Vorn, then she relaxed somewhat and Vorn took her hand away. She then started to shiver from the cold.
"You are heartless, did you know that?" Arathel said, standing up and clearing the water off her pale face. She smiled softly to show her friend that she was joking, then proceeded to wring her hair out in attempt to dry it quickly.
"Are you forgetting something, O Lady Pale? I took over your Duty for you, you would have owed me something anyway!"
"Are you saying that that satisfaction of dousing me with freezing cold water is enough payment for begging a favor of my dearest friend" Arathel tried her best to look innocent, sweet, and hurt at the same time. The result was so heartrending, like the look you would get from a beaten puppy, it was too much for Vorn. She quickly gave her friend a comforting hug, falling right into Arathel's trap. She quickly found the sensitive spot in Vorn's side and began to tickle, viciously.
"No, no! Please stop!" It was all Vorn could do to keep from screaming it for the whole forest to hear. She was quite helpless, writhing on the forest floor as Arathel continued her relentless assault.
"What was that? Do you wish for me to stop?" Arathel could only laugh as Vorn's head barely managed to bob up and down. "I take it that means 'yes'." Again Vorn's head bobbed. This is almost too easy... .Arathel thought. "Well, too bad!"
This torture lasted a few more minutes until Arathel grew bored with it.
"All right, I'll let you off lightly this time."
"That was 'light'? I consider myself lucky indeed! Ai, you got me wet as well!" Vorn said, scrambling up. After dusting herself off, Vorn started to walk alongside the large creek and Arathel was forced to follow.
They walked in silence for a good while, until she whispered out of the side of her mouth, her voice almost lost on the breeze, "Don't look, but I believe we have company." They went a few steps further, when Arathel "stopped to casually stretch".
Arathel whispered back, her tone as equally light as Vorn's had been, "You're right. One of our comrades, in the rowan behind to the left."
They walked on, trying to discern who their "stalker" was by the lightness of his step. They were not having much success, Arathel snorted in impatience.
"Such a sound is not becoming of such a young beauty." A soft voice floated from above. The person was now in a younger oak, perched on a branch almost directly above them.
"Should we look, or keep on walking?" Vorn ask, intentionally raising her voice so that the figure in the oak could hear her, trying to make her voice sound annoyed and failing miserably.
"Hmm...I think we should look. If not, he would just follow us until we did." Arathel was having as much trouble, if not more trouble, than Vorn with masking the delight she truly felt.
"What do you think he wants?"
With that, he figure leapt out of the tree.
well, what do you think?constructive criticisim is welcome and flames are tolerated