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^_^ I just saw the Return of the King again! ^_^ That would be the main reason why I'm posting.
Thanks to Ed for reviewing. Twice. These two chapters are dedicated to you. I was inspired. Thank you.
All hail Ed.
Disclaimer: Same.
Note: I will have all the elvish translations at the end of this chapter.
Yes they are talking weird. That's what happens when you are an elf.
***
October 24, Mirkwood
A blonde elf, long hair pulled back from her face, catapulted over a small child, knocking her
over, and down a pathway, out of sight.
She skidded to a stop, almost hitting a wooden archway, dark green skirts flying.
"Are you all right, Vanwaien?" She cried, doubling back to apologize to the young light-
haired girl.
"I didn't see you there."
"I'm fine," The girl looked up. "Where are you going, Midii?"
"I'm trying to find my brother. Have you seen him?" Midii asked, helping the girl to her feet.
"Quatre? No, sorry," Vanwariel dusted off her skirts, a lighter green than the older elf's.
"Do you want me to help you look for him?"
"No, that's all right," Midii smiled at the other girl. Vanwariel was less than five hundred years
old, in human years, the age of a young schoolgirl, her hair still in two long loose braids,
swinging free down her back.
"If you see him, however, could you tell him I would like to talk to him?" As the girl nodded,
Midii raced out of sight.
Ducking under a low hanging branch, Midii avoided running into a young man, his hair shorter
than normal for elves, and his eyes a light green-blue.
"Midii!"
She stopped in her tracks, spinning around and spotting the speaker.
"Quatre! There you are!"
Quatre looked her over as she walked back towards him, taking in her hair coming out of their
braids, flushed skin and a small tear in her forest green skirt.
"Been running long?" He asked jokingly, as she sat down next to him.
"I thought elves weren't supposed to get tired or dirty."
She glared at him. "Most elves aren't forced to run in a corset, and you know very well that
I'm only half elf, Sir Pureblood."
Quatre sat down next to her. "But it's also true that most elves wearing corsets choose not
to run, and that even though you are halfelven, mother will still scold you for ripping your
dress. But come. Tell me why you were sprinting though Mirkwood as though mûmakil
were on your tail."
Regaining her breath, Midii said, "I was looking for you. Why weren't you in your
chambers?"
"It was a nice day out, and since I was not aware that I would be needed, I headed out for a
walk. Why did you want to see me?"
"Speak to you, would be a better way of putting it." Midii informed him, staring at the
treetops. "I was sleeping, when I had a dream."
"You raced through our realm just to tell me that?"
"It was...unusual," Midii stopped and looked at him. "I had a dream though another's eyes."
She paused. "A mortal's eyes, brother."
Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Go on."
Midii took a breath and began to retell her vision.
"I was on a brown horse, riding. There were others with me, many others. A small army, all
armored men, all riding. I was near the front, the commander directly before me. There was
talking, from the riders next to and behind me. I heard with surprising clarity the talk of the
others. They were speaking of war. These were soldiers, brother! From Gondor, by their
speech and uniforms. Seven stars, seven stones and one white tree; the emblem of
Gondor. I saw it on the flag flying overhead, and on some of their uniforms. The boy," Midii
shook her head. "That's not right. The man who's eyes I saw through, did not speak a word.
Even as the others spoke of death and battles, he remained silent. He knew what he was
marching towards, and that he might not return. And he did not fear it."
There was a pause, in which she sighed and turned to her brother.
"So? Do you know anything about it?"
He looked at her. "I've never heard anything about Gondor fighting Morodor. For by the
sound of your dream, that was what was happening. This is dire news, if Gondor is at war,
then war will come here also. I trust your fortunetelling skills, Midii. But I hope you are
wrong." He was silent for a beat, before asking, "Did he say anything? Anything at all?"
"No." She turned and faced him. "Nothing. He didn't say anything."
"Nothing...Did you ask him to talk?"
"Of course I did, Quatre. I was curious. But he didn't say a word. Not even his name."
He grinned. "A no-name, then. A dream of war, with a nameless soldier."
"Yes." She smiled. "But it was not a purely bad dream."
"Oh?" He cocked his head to one side. "From what you told me, it wouldn't seem that way."
She smiled. "You are a man, Quatre. I am female. You missed one important detail that I
told you."
"Really, now. And what, pray tell, is this detail?" He asked, looking ammused.
"You forget that I saw this dream as a woman. It was an army of men, brother." She said,
stressing the important word.
Quatre laughed. "True. I did forget that you saw this dream as a woman. In that case, I
assume it wasn't as bad as you made it out to be?"
"It was bad, Quatre." Their aqua eyes met, as both felt the others emotions shift and
change.
"But not as horrible as it might have been."
Quatre smiled. "I understand." He stood, and helped her to her feet as well. "I am heading
back towards home. Will you join me?"
She shook her head. "No thank you, Quatre. I want to go to the library. I wish to find out
about this country, Gondor. And," She motioned to her skirt, "I need someplace where I can
fix this before mother finds out about it."
Quatre laughed. "All right, Midii. If you need any help, just find me. You are better at running
than stitching; and better at fortelling the future than either of those." He turned, waving, and
began to walk back down the path that he came from, leaving Midii to head towards the
center of their city and the library.
She brushed off her deep green skirts and stared ahead, her destination lay ahead, within
sight, but she did not see it.
"No-name. Úesse." She looked ahead, not seeing, not noticing.
"I asked, but you never spoke your name."
***
-Translations-
Vanwaien: Name, means "Lost maiden"
Midii: Not only the name of a Gundam Wing character, it also can be translated as an
unusual pronunciation of the elvish word for "Jewel".
Quatre: It doesn't seem to be an elvish name, the closest I could get in translating it was "To
lie in the forest", which is a pretty cool name, I guess...
Mûmakil: Oliphaunts
Úesse: No-name
***
Ok, sorry, but it's late, so the next chapter should be out sometime tomorrow, probably
before six(Hawaiian time) at night.
Just for the record, though, I _did_ start it.
^_^ I just saw the Return of the King again! ^_^ That would be the main reason why I'm posting.
Thanks to Ed for reviewing. Twice. These two chapters are dedicated to you. I was inspired. Thank you.
All hail Ed.
Disclaimer: Same.
Note: I will have all the elvish translations at the end of this chapter.
Yes they are talking weird. That's what happens when you are an elf.
***
October 24, Mirkwood
A blonde elf, long hair pulled back from her face, catapulted over a small child, knocking her
over, and down a pathway, out of sight.
She skidded to a stop, almost hitting a wooden archway, dark green skirts flying.
"Are you all right, Vanwaien?" She cried, doubling back to apologize to the young light-
haired girl.
"I didn't see you there."
"I'm fine," The girl looked up. "Where are you going, Midii?"
"I'm trying to find my brother. Have you seen him?" Midii asked, helping the girl to her feet.
"Quatre? No, sorry," Vanwariel dusted off her skirts, a lighter green than the older elf's.
"Do you want me to help you look for him?"
"No, that's all right," Midii smiled at the other girl. Vanwariel was less than five hundred years
old, in human years, the age of a young schoolgirl, her hair still in two long loose braids,
swinging free down her back.
"If you see him, however, could you tell him I would like to talk to him?" As the girl nodded,
Midii raced out of sight.
Ducking under a low hanging branch, Midii avoided running into a young man, his hair shorter
than normal for elves, and his eyes a light green-blue.
"Midii!"
She stopped in her tracks, spinning around and spotting the speaker.
"Quatre! There you are!"
Quatre looked her over as she walked back towards him, taking in her hair coming out of their
braids, flushed skin and a small tear in her forest green skirt.
"Been running long?" He asked jokingly, as she sat down next to him.
"I thought elves weren't supposed to get tired or dirty."
She glared at him. "Most elves aren't forced to run in a corset, and you know very well that
I'm only half elf, Sir Pureblood."
Quatre sat down next to her. "But it's also true that most elves wearing corsets choose not
to run, and that even though you are halfelven, mother will still scold you for ripping your
dress. But come. Tell me why you were sprinting though Mirkwood as though mûmakil
were on your tail."
Regaining her breath, Midii said, "I was looking for you. Why weren't you in your
chambers?"
"It was a nice day out, and since I was not aware that I would be needed, I headed out for a
walk. Why did you want to see me?"
"Speak to you, would be a better way of putting it." Midii informed him, staring at the
treetops. "I was sleeping, when I had a dream."
"You raced through our realm just to tell me that?"
"It was...unusual," Midii stopped and looked at him. "I had a dream though another's eyes."
She paused. "A mortal's eyes, brother."
Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Go on."
Midii took a breath and began to retell her vision.
"I was on a brown horse, riding. There were others with me, many others. A small army, all
armored men, all riding. I was near the front, the commander directly before me. There was
talking, from the riders next to and behind me. I heard with surprising clarity the talk of the
others. They were speaking of war. These were soldiers, brother! From Gondor, by their
speech and uniforms. Seven stars, seven stones and one white tree; the emblem of
Gondor. I saw it on the flag flying overhead, and on some of their uniforms. The boy," Midii
shook her head. "That's not right. The man who's eyes I saw through, did not speak a word.
Even as the others spoke of death and battles, he remained silent. He knew what he was
marching towards, and that he might not return. And he did not fear it."
There was a pause, in which she sighed and turned to her brother.
"So? Do you know anything about it?"
He looked at her. "I've never heard anything about Gondor fighting Morodor. For by the
sound of your dream, that was what was happening. This is dire news, if Gondor is at war,
then war will come here also. I trust your fortunetelling skills, Midii. But I hope you are
wrong." He was silent for a beat, before asking, "Did he say anything? Anything at all?"
"No." She turned and faced him. "Nothing. He didn't say anything."
"Nothing...Did you ask him to talk?"
"Of course I did, Quatre. I was curious. But he didn't say a word. Not even his name."
He grinned. "A no-name, then. A dream of war, with a nameless soldier."
"Yes." She smiled. "But it was not a purely bad dream."
"Oh?" He cocked his head to one side. "From what you told me, it wouldn't seem that way."
She smiled. "You are a man, Quatre. I am female. You missed one important detail that I
told you."
"Really, now. And what, pray tell, is this detail?" He asked, looking ammused.
"You forget that I saw this dream as a woman. It was an army of men, brother." She said,
stressing the important word.
Quatre laughed. "True. I did forget that you saw this dream as a woman. In that case, I
assume it wasn't as bad as you made it out to be?"
"It was bad, Quatre." Their aqua eyes met, as both felt the others emotions shift and
change.
"But not as horrible as it might have been."
Quatre smiled. "I understand." He stood, and helped her to her feet as well. "I am heading
back towards home. Will you join me?"
She shook her head. "No thank you, Quatre. I want to go to the library. I wish to find out
about this country, Gondor. And," She motioned to her skirt, "I need someplace where I can
fix this before mother finds out about it."
Quatre laughed. "All right, Midii. If you need any help, just find me. You are better at running
than stitching; and better at fortelling the future than either of those." He turned, waving, and
began to walk back down the path that he came from, leaving Midii to head towards the
center of their city and the library.
She brushed off her deep green skirts and stared ahead, her destination lay ahead, within
sight, but she did not see it.
"No-name. Úesse." She looked ahead, not seeing, not noticing.
"I asked, but you never spoke your name."
***
-Translations-
Vanwaien: Name, means "Lost maiden"
Midii: Not only the name of a Gundam Wing character, it also can be translated as an
unusual pronunciation of the elvish word for "Jewel".
Quatre: It doesn't seem to be an elvish name, the closest I could get in translating it was "To
lie in the forest", which is a pretty cool name, I guess...
Mûmakil: Oliphaunts
Úesse: No-name
***
Ok, sorry, but it's late, so the next chapter should be out sometime tomorrow, probably
before six(Hawaiian time) at night.
Just for the record, though, I _did_ start it.