Hi. I guess your wondering what happened to me, right? Well, I'll tell you!
GROUNDED! I was grounded for two months, but luckily the sentence was
reduced before I went mad. I had no one to annoy but myself for what, three
and a half weeks? Now that my groove's been thrown off and my writing is
rusty, here is the next chapter! Yay!
NadaZimri- Angst is the popular vote! Just remember, if the story turns out terrible: I had nothing to do with it, I was delirious at the time, and the devil made me do it.
IvannethFuin- I didn't even know I had a style! I'm glad you like it, whatever it is.
Farflung: Fabulous! I remember Snidely Whiplash. Galáril would be furious if he knew his bad-guy image was reduced to mustache twirling. Hmm. Well, my respect for him just dropped a notch or two! Just kidding. You're right about the first day of spring theory. I find myself smiling at small children and skipping. Strange and odd occurrences.....
Cherryfaerie: How often do I update? A lot less often then I am proud to admit. The part with Anáwiel wasn't a dream; Elrawien was admitting the past (or at least parts of it) to Legolas. As for Galáril, well, I hope this clears stuff up.
Arien Avathar- Galáril? Insane? Nah. As for the "driven" thing, I'd say burning, intense hatred. Plus the fact it was fun to write him over the top. (
Glynnis: They all originally were in italics, or at least they are on my computer. Do you know how to transfer that onto FF.net?
Marpessa: Ah, well, I tried. I just thought it was a cool name. C'est la vie! By the way, is that your real name, or just Apollo's Marpessa? Either way, its great!
LalaithoftheBruinen: Hugs and bunnies for me? You shouldn't have. That's a clever pseudonym, by the way.
Okay, on with the show!
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The child sat on a marble floor of the purest white, contentedly amusing herself with a doll. She was humming to herself, a long forgotten melody that echoed hauntingly. The doll in her hands was lovely; her small dress was finely made and her beautiful face carefully painted. The young Elf lovingly smoothed its hair and tied a ribbon that had come loose on its bodice.
Someone else entered the room, and the child leapt up to greet them, her doll forgotten on the floor. She threw her arms around the visitor's legs, for that was as far up as she could reach, and buried her face in the folds of their dress. The older Elf stooped and hugged the younger. Suddenly, the child broke free and stood in front of the visitor, smiling. Elráwien smiled back, and Anáwiel straightened as if she were about to speak. She held a hand up in front of her, gesturing for silence although no sounds had been heard. Then she opened her mouth and began speak.
Elráwien, in her dream could hear nothing of what she said, just the melody that still reverberated around the room. Anáwiel gestured gracefully, and showed Elráwien her hand, which was carefully closed over something precious she held. Anáwiel's lips ceased their movement, and her eyes locked with her sister's. Blue eyes met gray, and she held out her hand and opened it.
She held in her hand the bud of an Eglantine flower, a rose, wild and fragrant. Slowly its petals began to unfold and it bloomed. Its petals were a rare white, unmarred and beautiful. Anáwiel glanced down at it solemnly; when her eyes returned to her sister's Elráwien felt herself grow cold. The colors around her faded and blurred, and all that she could see was Anáwiel and the blossom. With a feeling of dread, she tore her eyes away and let them settle on the rose. Suddenly, it began to wilt, the edges of its petals curling in and turning brown. Anáwiel turned and pointed to her doll, which still laid on the floor, forgotten. Elráwien followed her gaze, the feeling of dread growing within her. What she saw was not the doll, nor the pure marble of chamber. She saw Anáwiel on the forest floor, her eyes wide and staring, her golden hair soaked with blood. The Anáwiel that held the withered blossom turned her back on the sight and faced her sister. Her hair dripped with blood; in ran down her face and stained her gown. Her small, bloodied hand threw the flower at Elráwien's feet. The music she had heard was gone. All that could be heard as the Eglantine landed were two tormenting words that made Elráwien fall to her knees and weep:
"My savior."
Elráwien woke with a start.
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Legolas stood firmly, his hands clasped behind his back. He watched his visitor calmly, and listened as he spoke.
"My apologies, Prince Legolas," said the dark haired Elf, bowing deeply, "The hour is late and the skies dark, yet I hope you will forgive me for this intrusion."
Legolas nodded, "Continue, Galáril."
Galáril straightened, a strange smile forming on his lips, "I fear the news I bring is not pleasant."
Legolas' eyes flashed. "Tell me."
Galáril nearly shouted with glee. Finally, it was his time. After years of suspicion and assumptions, he finally had put all the pieces together, and he had proof.
"I bring news of your love, Elráwien."
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Hehe. I was going to write more, but then I decided to make a different chapter with those ideas. Sorry for the pathetic length, but hey, give me some time to get back on my feet. Tell me what you think!
NadaZimri- Angst is the popular vote! Just remember, if the story turns out terrible: I had nothing to do with it, I was delirious at the time, and the devil made me do it.
IvannethFuin- I didn't even know I had a style! I'm glad you like it, whatever it is.
Farflung: Fabulous! I remember Snidely Whiplash. Galáril would be furious if he knew his bad-guy image was reduced to mustache twirling. Hmm. Well, my respect for him just dropped a notch or two! Just kidding. You're right about the first day of spring theory. I find myself smiling at small children and skipping. Strange and odd occurrences.....
Cherryfaerie: How often do I update? A lot less often then I am proud to admit. The part with Anáwiel wasn't a dream; Elrawien was admitting the past (or at least parts of it) to Legolas. As for Galáril, well, I hope this clears stuff up.
Arien Avathar- Galáril? Insane? Nah. As for the "driven" thing, I'd say burning, intense hatred. Plus the fact it was fun to write him over the top. (
Glynnis: They all originally were in italics, or at least they are on my computer. Do you know how to transfer that onto FF.net?
Marpessa: Ah, well, I tried. I just thought it was a cool name. C'est la vie! By the way, is that your real name, or just Apollo's Marpessa? Either way, its great!
LalaithoftheBruinen: Hugs and bunnies for me? You shouldn't have. That's a clever pseudonym, by the way.
Okay, on with the show!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The child sat on a marble floor of the purest white, contentedly amusing herself with a doll. She was humming to herself, a long forgotten melody that echoed hauntingly. The doll in her hands was lovely; her small dress was finely made and her beautiful face carefully painted. The young Elf lovingly smoothed its hair and tied a ribbon that had come loose on its bodice.
Someone else entered the room, and the child leapt up to greet them, her doll forgotten on the floor. She threw her arms around the visitor's legs, for that was as far up as she could reach, and buried her face in the folds of their dress. The older Elf stooped and hugged the younger. Suddenly, the child broke free and stood in front of the visitor, smiling. Elráwien smiled back, and Anáwiel straightened as if she were about to speak. She held a hand up in front of her, gesturing for silence although no sounds had been heard. Then she opened her mouth and began speak.
Elráwien, in her dream could hear nothing of what she said, just the melody that still reverberated around the room. Anáwiel gestured gracefully, and showed Elráwien her hand, which was carefully closed over something precious she held. Anáwiel's lips ceased their movement, and her eyes locked with her sister's. Blue eyes met gray, and she held out her hand and opened it.
She held in her hand the bud of an Eglantine flower, a rose, wild and fragrant. Slowly its petals began to unfold and it bloomed. Its petals were a rare white, unmarred and beautiful. Anáwiel glanced down at it solemnly; when her eyes returned to her sister's Elráwien felt herself grow cold. The colors around her faded and blurred, and all that she could see was Anáwiel and the blossom. With a feeling of dread, she tore her eyes away and let them settle on the rose. Suddenly, it began to wilt, the edges of its petals curling in and turning brown. Anáwiel turned and pointed to her doll, which still laid on the floor, forgotten. Elráwien followed her gaze, the feeling of dread growing within her. What she saw was not the doll, nor the pure marble of chamber. She saw Anáwiel on the forest floor, her eyes wide and staring, her golden hair soaked with blood. The Anáwiel that held the withered blossom turned her back on the sight and faced her sister. Her hair dripped with blood; in ran down her face and stained her gown. Her small, bloodied hand threw the flower at Elráwien's feet. The music she had heard was gone. All that could be heard as the Eglantine landed were two tormenting words that made Elráwien fall to her knees and weep:
"My savior."
Elráwien woke with a start.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas stood firmly, his hands clasped behind his back. He watched his visitor calmly, and listened as he spoke.
"My apologies, Prince Legolas," said the dark haired Elf, bowing deeply, "The hour is late and the skies dark, yet I hope you will forgive me for this intrusion."
Legolas nodded, "Continue, Galáril."
Galáril straightened, a strange smile forming on his lips, "I fear the news I bring is not pleasant."
Legolas' eyes flashed. "Tell me."
Galáril nearly shouted with glee. Finally, it was his time. After years of suspicion and assumptions, he finally had put all the pieces together, and he had proof.
"I bring news of your love, Elráwien."
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Hehe. I was going to write more, but then I decided to make a different chapter with those ideas. Sorry for the pathetic length, but hey, give me some time to get back on my feet. Tell me what you think!