A/N Well I'm back, sorry I took so long to update, Aussie summer holidays
and we had lots of family events and blah blah. Thanks again to Nurvingiel
and Elessar*Lover.
Nurvingiel thanks for picking up my mistakes and being tactful about my
stuff ups.
Elessar*Lover your reviews always make me smile :D ^_^
Weeks and much practice later Esmiel was becoming almost as proficient with transmitting feelings as she was at receiving them. She came to realise that while she could suggest feelings to others, she couldn't force a person who was unwilling to accept her suggestions and feel as such.
If someone were in a deep terrible depression she could not suddenly awaken joy in them, unless they were ready to feel it. Also, while she could calm a person who flew into a spontaneous rage and even help them to forgive, she would have to work long and hard to spark acceptance let alone forgiveness in one who harboured a deep and bitter resentment.
Elladan had, in a burst of creative thought - or more likely pure mischief - imagined all sorts of impossible trials which might be involved in the task Esmiel's mother had spoken of. He had also come up with various exercises which he claimed would hone her skills for her tremendous task.
.
"Alright," said Elladan, pacing before her in military fashion. "The first and most important lesson is stealth. Not only do you not wish to be seen by the enemy-"
"Wait just a moment! Elladan what enemy?" She said raising her hands, palms up.
Elladan looked flustered for a moment, gave her a mock glare, and then began to pace and prattle again. "Not only must you not be seen by the enemy but they must not realise you are modifying their emotions. To achieve this goal we - you - must practice.
"Practice" in Elladan's mind involved concealing themselves in Rivendell's vast gardens, and awaiting unsuspecting elves whose emotions Esmiel was to tamper with. At first it was difficult to suggest emotions without the recipient becoming aware of her.
The first three elves who wandered past the small grove of young ash trees and broad leafed bushes, in which Esmiel and Elladan were concealed, looked strangely in their direction before hurrying away. The fourth, a motherly lady elf, looked about her curiously for a while then wandered calmly off.
Esmiel great triumph however was later that night. She had drifted into a tired doze, the effort of transmitting feelings was still taxing, when she was softly woken by Elladan. In the pale moonlight she saw two young elflings, who had recently declared their feelings for one another, creeping towards the ash grove where Esmiel and Elladan were concealed.
"Do you think you can make them go elsewhere!" Elladan hissed, "Otherwise we'll be here well into the night, or they will find us!"
Esmiel sighed tiredly. Focusing on the elf maiden, she gathering feelings of disinterest and subtle discomfort, which wasn't terribly difficult as she had had bark and rocks sticking into her almost all day.
As she watched the girls face took on a small frown of distaste and pulled her consort to one of the many secluded arbours that dotted the gardens.
"Well, that is terribly useful," Elladan said with a grin, "You could probably hide from even elven trackers with that trick."
Esmiel stood slowly and curtseyed mockingly, dusting the day's bark and dust from her skirt.
"Oh thank you kind lord," she said offering him a hand to stand, feeling warm with satisfaction and his praise. "Now can we please leave this place before, someone sees us and believes that we were here for the same reason as them," Esmiel nodded in the direction the couple had gone.
"Of course," he said, face expressionless, "That would be entirely inappropriate." Then he grinned and took her proffered hand.
They parted with promise to meet again the next day, as Elladan had more "exercises."
.
Esmiel shook her head in disbelief, she was sitting in Elladan's living chamber, Elrohir was sitting nearby in a high backed chair. Elladan lounging on a cushioned seat was spinning the most outrageously fictional tale about a recent foray, just past the ford of Bruinen. A tale which she was supposed to make Elrohir believe.
"Just when I had single-handedly defeated twelve Olipaunts of the Haradrim cavalry, a whole battalion fierce Orcs mounted on giant wargs swept towards me, but I could not let them take the fair damsel to be married to the foul Orcish leader. I stood true and with the only weapon I had remaining, my bow, I triumphed, the small clearing littered with the bodies of my defeated foes."
Esmiel rolled her eyes and almost began to laugh. With that small lapse, Elrohir's eyebrows rose in disbelief, quickly she reinstated her suggesting of credence, and he listen on interested and astonished. At first this had been difficult as Elrohir was far from gullible, she had to concentrate and small distractions caused him to be sceptical.
"Why brother what an amazing adventure I only wish I had been there as well." Elrohir sighed in disappointment.
Elladan grinned and began to laugh, "Well done Esmiel!"
Elrohir looked over at her in confusion.
"I apologise Elrohir," she said, ceasing the flow of suggestion, "Think about the story Elladan just told you, did you really believe any word of it?"
Elrohir's eyes widened, he blushed and glared at Elladan, who laughed.
"Please brother, it was Esmiel who made you believe it." he said, innocently.
They both looked over at her, Elrohir eyes wide and questioning, Elladan with a broad grin on his face
Esmiel sighed, and shook her head. 'Magnificent', she thought, 'Now I have to deal with two of them.' She looked up and laughed.
A/N Random comment here, just thought I'd mention that wilin (pronounce vilin ) is my favourite elvish word, it means 'I fly.'
Weeks and much practice later Esmiel was becoming almost as proficient with transmitting feelings as she was at receiving them. She came to realise that while she could suggest feelings to others, she couldn't force a person who was unwilling to accept her suggestions and feel as such.
If someone were in a deep terrible depression she could not suddenly awaken joy in them, unless they were ready to feel it. Also, while she could calm a person who flew into a spontaneous rage and even help them to forgive, she would have to work long and hard to spark acceptance let alone forgiveness in one who harboured a deep and bitter resentment.
Elladan had, in a burst of creative thought - or more likely pure mischief - imagined all sorts of impossible trials which might be involved in the task Esmiel's mother had spoken of. He had also come up with various exercises which he claimed would hone her skills for her tremendous task.
.
"Alright," said Elladan, pacing before her in military fashion. "The first and most important lesson is stealth. Not only do you not wish to be seen by the enemy-"
"Wait just a moment! Elladan what enemy?" She said raising her hands, palms up.
Elladan looked flustered for a moment, gave her a mock glare, and then began to pace and prattle again. "Not only must you not be seen by the enemy but they must not realise you are modifying their emotions. To achieve this goal we - you - must practice.
"Practice" in Elladan's mind involved concealing themselves in Rivendell's vast gardens, and awaiting unsuspecting elves whose emotions Esmiel was to tamper with. At first it was difficult to suggest emotions without the recipient becoming aware of her.
The first three elves who wandered past the small grove of young ash trees and broad leafed bushes, in which Esmiel and Elladan were concealed, looked strangely in their direction before hurrying away. The fourth, a motherly lady elf, looked about her curiously for a while then wandered calmly off.
Esmiel great triumph however was later that night. She had drifted into a tired doze, the effort of transmitting feelings was still taxing, when she was softly woken by Elladan. In the pale moonlight she saw two young elflings, who had recently declared their feelings for one another, creeping towards the ash grove where Esmiel and Elladan were concealed.
"Do you think you can make them go elsewhere!" Elladan hissed, "Otherwise we'll be here well into the night, or they will find us!"
Esmiel sighed tiredly. Focusing on the elf maiden, she gathering feelings of disinterest and subtle discomfort, which wasn't terribly difficult as she had had bark and rocks sticking into her almost all day.
As she watched the girls face took on a small frown of distaste and pulled her consort to one of the many secluded arbours that dotted the gardens.
"Well, that is terribly useful," Elladan said with a grin, "You could probably hide from even elven trackers with that trick."
Esmiel stood slowly and curtseyed mockingly, dusting the day's bark and dust from her skirt.
"Oh thank you kind lord," she said offering him a hand to stand, feeling warm with satisfaction and his praise. "Now can we please leave this place before, someone sees us and believes that we were here for the same reason as them," Esmiel nodded in the direction the couple had gone.
"Of course," he said, face expressionless, "That would be entirely inappropriate." Then he grinned and took her proffered hand.
They parted with promise to meet again the next day, as Elladan had more "exercises."
.
Esmiel shook her head in disbelief, she was sitting in Elladan's living chamber, Elrohir was sitting nearby in a high backed chair. Elladan lounging on a cushioned seat was spinning the most outrageously fictional tale about a recent foray, just past the ford of Bruinen. A tale which she was supposed to make Elrohir believe.
"Just when I had single-handedly defeated twelve Olipaunts of the Haradrim cavalry, a whole battalion fierce Orcs mounted on giant wargs swept towards me, but I could not let them take the fair damsel to be married to the foul Orcish leader. I stood true and with the only weapon I had remaining, my bow, I triumphed, the small clearing littered with the bodies of my defeated foes."
Esmiel rolled her eyes and almost began to laugh. With that small lapse, Elrohir's eyebrows rose in disbelief, quickly she reinstated her suggesting of credence, and he listen on interested and astonished. At first this had been difficult as Elrohir was far from gullible, she had to concentrate and small distractions caused him to be sceptical.
"Why brother what an amazing adventure I only wish I had been there as well." Elrohir sighed in disappointment.
Elladan grinned and began to laugh, "Well done Esmiel!"
Elrohir looked over at her in confusion.
"I apologise Elrohir," she said, ceasing the flow of suggestion, "Think about the story Elladan just told you, did you really believe any word of it?"
Elrohir's eyes widened, he blushed and glared at Elladan, who laughed.
"Please brother, it was Esmiel who made you believe it." he said, innocently.
They both looked over at her, Elrohir eyes wide and questioning, Elladan with a broad grin on his face
Esmiel sighed, and shook her head. 'Magnificent', she thought, 'Now I have to deal with two of them.' She looked up and laughed.
A/N Random comment here, just thought I'd mention that wilin (pronounce vilin ) is my favourite elvish word, it means 'I fly.'