*A/N*: I do not own Lord of the Rings or any of the names or characters
used in Tolkien's wonderful stories (though none have been used...yet), but
Calathi and all other characters are copyright 2002 Meghan.
Please review this! It is my first story, though it is not totally original, I got some ideas from other stories I have read. More of my own ideas will appear later on in this, and I am posting it as I write. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter Three
"I sure am going to miss you Calathi," said Meron, a tall, well-muscled elf. He was Calathi's best friend, and they had trained together before her father forbid it. Remelith had been unable to change her husband's mind, despite her efforts. He would not hear of her becoming a warrior, rather than a lady.
They were at their secret hideout. It was a secluded area of the pure stream that ran over her father's property, and it was unknown to others. Here the two elves had shared many conversations, some happy and some sad. When Meron heard she was not allowed to train any longer and was leaving on the morning after the next full moon, he knew that she would be there the day before. They always thought alike.
Calathi's eyes burned with the urge to cry, but her eyes were dry. "I'm going to miss you too," she returned. She stiffened suddenly, realizing that she may never see him again. She would go to the palace and meet more noble elves. Then she would marry one and move away to a distant part of Mirkwood. Meron would probably meet another elf as well and settle down, and they might not ever meet after that.
She remembered how much of a big brother he had been; he taught her how to create a slingshot with sticks, where the best hiding spots were, and when the best season was to hunt for certain types of game. In return, she had taught him how to quickly mend his clothes so that his parents wouldn't find out he was in a fight, and how best to cook fish and other foods while camping in the woods, things she had learned from her mother. Meron sensed her distress and gently squeezed her hand.
Calathi returned to reality and smiled. No, she thought. Of course we'll see each other again. We'll always be close. They had always thought of each other as brother and sister; Meron always knew how to make her feel better. They couldn't be separated by anything less than death, and even then, they would meet again someday.
"Being a lady might not be so bad," Meron suggested. "Besides, how could you be unhappy with all the elves that are going to be fawning over you and competing for your attention?" He grinned. "If any of them are too persistent though, tell me and I'll set them straight."
"I will be sure to do that," Calathi said, giving Meron a strong hug. "Promise you won't forget me?"
"Of course I won't, how could I? You're the only girl I've ever met that could scare another elf, " he said, hugging her back. It was true; she had once frightened another elf for teasing a puppy, for she loved all animals.
"Goodbye then."
"Goodbye Calathi. We shall see each other again soon." Meron waved as she left their hideout, feeling better than she had been when she first arrived. *She's beautiful,* he thought. She was slender and tall, only a bit shorter than himself. Her eyes were framed by long, dark lashes, and her dreamy eyes were a pretty blue. He wished it were different, for his life would not be the same without her.
"Valar grant it," she whispered, a single tear trickling down her cheek.
Please review this! It is my first story, though it is not totally original, I got some ideas from other stories I have read. More of my own ideas will appear later on in this, and I am posting it as I write. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter Three
"I sure am going to miss you Calathi," said Meron, a tall, well-muscled elf. He was Calathi's best friend, and they had trained together before her father forbid it. Remelith had been unable to change her husband's mind, despite her efforts. He would not hear of her becoming a warrior, rather than a lady.
They were at their secret hideout. It was a secluded area of the pure stream that ran over her father's property, and it was unknown to others. Here the two elves had shared many conversations, some happy and some sad. When Meron heard she was not allowed to train any longer and was leaving on the morning after the next full moon, he knew that she would be there the day before. They always thought alike.
Calathi's eyes burned with the urge to cry, but her eyes were dry. "I'm going to miss you too," she returned. She stiffened suddenly, realizing that she may never see him again. She would go to the palace and meet more noble elves. Then she would marry one and move away to a distant part of Mirkwood. Meron would probably meet another elf as well and settle down, and they might not ever meet after that.
She remembered how much of a big brother he had been; he taught her how to create a slingshot with sticks, where the best hiding spots were, and when the best season was to hunt for certain types of game. In return, she had taught him how to quickly mend his clothes so that his parents wouldn't find out he was in a fight, and how best to cook fish and other foods while camping in the woods, things she had learned from her mother. Meron sensed her distress and gently squeezed her hand.
Calathi returned to reality and smiled. No, she thought. Of course we'll see each other again. We'll always be close. They had always thought of each other as brother and sister; Meron always knew how to make her feel better. They couldn't be separated by anything less than death, and even then, they would meet again someday.
"Being a lady might not be so bad," Meron suggested. "Besides, how could you be unhappy with all the elves that are going to be fawning over you and competing for your attention?" He grinned. "If any of them are too persistent though, tell me and I'll set them straight."
"I will be sure to do that," Calathi said, giving Meron a strong hug. "Promise you won't forget me?"
"Of course I won't, how could I? You're the only girl I've ever met that could scare another elf, " he said, hugging her back. It was true; she had once frightened another elf for teasing a puppy, for she loved all animals.
"Goodbye then."
"Goodbye Calathi. We shall see each other again soon." Meron waved as she left their hideout, feeling better than she had been when she first arrived. *She's beautiful,* he thought. She was slender and tall, only a bit shorter than himself. Her eyes were framed by long, dark lashes, and her dreamy eyes were a pretty blue. He wished it were different, for his life would not be the same without her.
"Valar grant it," she whispered, a single tear trickling down her cheek.