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soon) and even then it won't be mine. pant, pant here's the next chapter...
It was midday when they arrived in Rivendell. Ane was amazed at the golden beauty of it. She could tell that it was fall in this place because of the incessant dropping of red and gold leaves from the birch and elm trees. She was astounded at the architecture and designs of the buildings and paths. It all seemed to intertwine and flow together, as if it were made of running water rather than stone. Legolas slowed the horse and jumped off to help her down. Once she was safely on the ground he looked around the courtyard. His eyes seemed to want to take in everything at once and couldn't get enough of it. She smiled, "You're like a child in a candy store." He looked at her a bit confused, but when he saw her smiling, he knew it was a good thing. She laughed and his hand found her hip. "You look more at home here than you did in Mirkwood." "That's because I'm here with you, Love. I wouldn't rather be anywhere but here with you." He kissed her as if he'd been hungering for her lips for years. She was caught off guard, but soon kissed back just as hungrily. He put his free hand up to her face, cradling her chin. After a few more moments he slowly stopped, savoring the taste of her tongue before pulling back. She looked up at him and he smiled. She decided that she would enjoy this world if only it was because of this kiss. She heard someone clear there throat and she turned to see two elves and a man grinning at the pair of them, the man with his fist in front of his mouth to conceal his laughter. He looked strangely familiar. She felt heat rising in her cheeks as her face turned slightly pink. She had just made out in front of complete strangers in an unfamiliar place. Legolas was the first to overcome the awkward situation. "Estel! Elrohir! Elladan! It is so good to see you all!" He gave them all a hug and beamed at them. "Deman lle nin arwena?" asked the man named Estel who is your woman "Forgive me, this is Ane Femil, melathonin." "Mae govanen, Ane," said Elrohir, "and welcome to Rivendell, home to Lord Elrond, my father." "Uh, igualmente I'm sure," she said a bit cautiously. "Igual-men-te? I know not your words." "I do," said Estel, looking a bit suspicious of her choice of words. "That is the dead language. Where did you come by it? I have not seen you in the northern kingdom." "Dead language?" "Discurso de los muertos." speech of the dead Her eyes went wide. "Sir, I've never heard it called that before. Most folks call is Spanish back home. I'm sorry to offend you, but I didn't know what 'may go van' meant." "Mae govanen means pleased to meet you in elvish," said Elladan. "Please excuse my brother. Estel isn't very trusting when it comes to new faces." "You two- you two are brothers? How come Estel doesn't look like you? He looks-" but she stopped. She remembered the way Thuranduil had said 'human' like it was a foul disease. She didn't want to offend him again, but she was too late. "Human?" asked Estel. "Sorry," she said quietly. "I am human, so do not apologize. I am the one who should be apologizing. I should know better than to question Legolas' trust in you. I shouldn't have accused you of anything. You are simply not from around here are you?" "No, I'm not. I'm from California. I don't even think it's on your map." "Well, if you are a friend to Legolas, then you are a friend to my kin. Be welcome here so long as that friendship lasts." "If that is the case then she'll be welcome here a long as I live," said Legolas happily. "Come, I will show you our quarters, Ane." The quarters they were staying in were unlike anything she had ever seen. The room was elliptical in shape, with yellow, orange, and peach splattered paint on the walls that made it look like a sunset captured in a firework. There was a golden chair rail, about three feet above the thick tan carpeting, which ran the perimeter of the entire room. There was a window on the far wall that had cream-colored linen curtains that were fluttering in the soft breeze that had found its way through the open window. There was a large four-poster bed made of oak, with tan drapes that ran across the sides. One side was down, the other pulled to one end. There was a sweet smell of honey and cucumber in the air. Legolas took a deep breath in though his nose to take in the aroma, and let it out slowly as he smiled and looked around the room. He looked at peace here. Ane put her bag down and sat on the bed. The sunlight that bathed the tan comforter felt warm on her skin. She too felt at peace in this place. Legolas took off his gray traveling cloak and tunic, and joined her on the other side of the queen-sized bed. He undid the tassels on the back of her tunic and waited to see what she would do. She shivered slightly as the cool morning air met her exposed back. When she did not move, he brought his feet up onto the bed so that he was sitting on his calves. He gently pulled her into his lap, and pulled her legs onto the bed as well. He leaned his head down onto one of the pillows and brought her down with him so they were lying on their sides, his arms wrapped around her waist. He let go and rubbed her back. He massaged her shoulders, then just below her shoulder blades, then the small of her back. "Tell me when to stop," he whispered as he ventured a bit lower. She quickly grasped his hand and rolled over to face him. He put his other hand to her mouth to silence her. "Alright. SShh...I told you I could wait. Forgive me for being bold. I should not have done that," he said quietly. He leaned over her and retied the tassels, then kissed her softly and got up. He put his tunic back on and turned to look at her. She was propped up on her right elbow now, watching him. 'Does he really love me, or does he just want me?' she thought. But the look in his eyes whisked away those thoughts. It was love drowning in those deep cascades, not lust. If he just wanted her he would not have left so completely so quickly for her. "Am I really so interesting to look at, Melathronin?" he asked at the dreamy look she was giving him. "Do you love me Legolas?" He came back over to her and sat on the edge of the bed. "I love you, Ane. Never doubt that." She sat up and took his hands. "I'm sorry I'm not as ready as you are. It's just...I'm still considered young for my people. I'm not even of marrying age yet. I'm only seventeen. I'm sorry...I-I should have told you sooner." He shook his head. "If your age mattered to me then I would not have given you a second glance. I could tell you were young, but I could tell that you were full of heart as well, and that's what mattered to me, not your age." "You're not mad?" she asked apprehensively. "I couldn't stay mad at this face," he said as his left hand cupped her chin. She smiled, a perfect reflection of his own face and feelings. Legolas left while Ane changed. The elves had obviously not planned for Legolas to have a roommate, or a female one at that, so she decided to wear the dress she had brought from home. She looked into the mirror to make sure there were no stains anywhere at any point in time. She knew that the elves had very keen eyesight and she did not want to come across as a slob who couldn't keep her food out of her lap. It was a pretty dress, made of blue velvet with silver lining around the v-shaped neck. The sleeves were three-quarter length, also with silver lining. It flowed out, one of those dresses that were perfectly made to be spun around the dance floor. Legolas returned and they joined the sons of Elrond before lunch. They all went to the halls where beautiful stories were put to music and sung for the delight of those within hearing range. For the elves, that meant all of Rivendell, but for Ane it meant only the hall. Legolas translated the songs and stories to her as they listened.
Epe cennenye oira sailalayasse ar unotima... Before I saw you in your eternal wisdom... Vanyalyasse Ni aqua rucina ne. And in your uncountable beauty I was wholly shattered. Ananta ire ovantanenyel, envinyatanelye... But yet when I met you, you healed... Hroanna ar feanya, ar encarnelyen anwa, an... My body and my soul, and you made me real again... Coacalinalya meletya na. Ar lye ar ni melisse... For your spirit is mighty. And you and I... Ar melindo ner. Mernemme vestaina na, mal... Were lovers. We wanted to be wedded, but... Nwalca ambar ciltane nye lyello. The cruel world separated me from you. Nan si yallume utuvienyel yantanna anduneva... But now at last I have found you upon the bridge of sunset ... Ar nura melmemma lertahilya I oira cala. And out deep love may follow the everlasting light... Quetin lyennaa melissenya: I say to you my love: Melmemma la pole ra cina firimainnen lamninen... Our love cannot be broken by men, or animals... Var ealainen, an erunen na aina ar mana. Or by spirits, for it is by God wholly and blessed. Endanyasse, meldanya, meluvanyel... In my heart, my beloved, I shall love you... Ambar metta pella. Beyond the ending of the world.
"That was beautiful, Legolas." He smiled, then looked around at the sound of elven voices echoing through the hall, and turned back to her. "They are happy that you are enjoying their music. They hope that you will sing one of your own." "My own? You mean a song from home?" He nodded. "What on earth can I sing that is anything compared to this?" she asked as she indicated the hall. "Just sing from your heart. What you believe in." She thought for a moment, then started to sing the first thing that came to her. Belief.
"I heard him come. I saw his ver-y face. I won-dered who, would come in-to this place, Where dead men walk, and where the dy-ing talk, Of life be-fore, this curse u-pon them came. He turned to me, he must have felt my gaze, He came t'ward me, through the crow-ded maze, And I a le-per, in shame hid my face, 'Til some-one said, 'Je-sus is his name.' And they said, na-tions fall be-hind him, The ri-vers crawl to find him, Moun-tains move, just to let him through. Come and ne-ver leave him, Just let your heart be-lieve him. Ne-ver let his light grow, Ne-ver let your love grow dim. He fed a thou-sand, with one loaf of bread, I saw him raise, a chi-ld from the dead, He healed the sick, the blind saw his eyes, The lame man stood, and joy-ous were his cries. I felt his pain as, they nail him to a cross, I wish that they, could un-der-stand the cost. He looked on me as, he had once be-fore, say-ing 'Teach my word, to all for-e-ver more,' So they'll say, na-tions fall be-hind him, The ri-vers crawl to find him, Moun-tains move, just to let him through. Come and never leave him, Just let your heart be-lieve him. Ne-ver let his light grow, Ne-ver let your love grow dim."
As she finished the song, she heard the echoing murmurs again and looked to Legolas for the meaning. He smiled at her. "They say that they have never heard such a song and would like to learn more." "Learn more of what?" she asked curiously. "Learn more of your songs. Are they all like that? Most songs in this world, save for a few exceptions, like the first song you heard, are spoken in the third person. They want to know if all your songs are sung like that, or if this also was an exception." "No, most songs I know are in first person." "Will you sing another?" "I don't know..." "Please, Miss Femil," said Estel, "You've a wonderful voice. Sing." She blushed, "Okay, one more. But that's it, so pay attention." She thought for a moment as they nodded in agreement. She smiled as a song came to mind. "Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccini, or bugler wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger is paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Heard about the old-time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need.
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed.
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with mustard'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draught beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every darn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise.
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise."
She laughed at the looks of surprise on the elves' faces. She didn't hear the murmurings either. 'They must be at a loss for words. No surprise there.' Legolas recovered first. He smiled and shook his head, "That was...different." "Loggins and Messina wrote that song. They were kind of obsessed with food. Folks back home are just random like that. We've got a song for practically anything." "So we noticed," said Elladan. They all laughed. random enough for you? I had a LOT of fun with this one. The first song was called melme, meaning love, which I got off some site a long time ago. The second is a song I learned with my youth group at church called 'I saw Him come.' Yeah, Ane is definitely Christian, though what kind, I'll leave up to you. I'm not bashing jews or atheists, or any other religion out there, believe me. My dad's atheist (practically), my million cousins are all Jewish, and my best friend in middle school was Muslim, so I respect every religion out there. I just write what I know, that's all. The third one- heh heh... yeah...that was out there. If you haven't listened to the rest of their stuff, I highly recommend you to...it's f-ing hilarious! Ttfn!
It was midday when they arrived in Rivendell. Ane was amazed at the golden beauty of it. She could tell that it was fall in this place because of the incessant dropping of red and gold leaves from the birch and elm trees. She was astounded at the architecture and designs of the buildings and paths. It all seemed to intertwine and flow together, as if it were made of running water rather than stone. Legolas slowed the horse and jumped off to help her down. Once she was safely on the ground he looked around the courtyard. His eyes seemed to want to take in everything at once and couldn't get enough of it. She smiled, "You're like a child in a candy store." He looked at her a bit confused, but when he saw her smiling, he knew it was a good thing. She laughed and his hand found her hip. "You look more at home here than you did in Mirkwood." "That's because I'm here with you, Love. I wouldn't rather be anywhere but here with you." He kissed her as if he'd been hungering for her lips for years. She was caught off guard, but soon kissed back just as hungrily. He put his free hand up to her face, cradling her chin. After a few more moments he slowly stopped, savoring the taste of her tongue before pulling back. She looked up at him and he smiled. She decided that she would enjoy this world if only it was because of this kiss. She heard someone clear there throat and she turned to see two elves and a man grinning at the pair of them, the man with his fist in front of his mouth to conceal his laughter. He looked strangely familiar. She felt heat rising in her cheeks as her face turned slightly pink. She had just made out in front of complete strangers in an unfamiliar place. Legolas was the first to overcome the awkward situation. "Estel! Elrohir! Elladan! It is so good to see you all!" He gave them all a hug and beamed at them. "Deman lle nin arwena?" asked the man named Estel who is your woman "Forgive me, this is Ane Femil, melathonin." "Mae govanen, Ane," said Elrohir, "and welcome to Rivendell, home to Lord Elrond, my father." "Uh, igualmente I'm sure," she said a bit cautiously. "Igual-men-te? I know not your words." "I do," said Estel, looking a bit suspicious of her choice of words. "That is the dead language. Where did you come by it? I have not seen you in the northern kingdom." "Dead language?" "Discurso de los muertos." speech of the dead Her eyes went wide. "Sir, I've never heard it called that before. Most folks call is Spanish back home. I'm sorry to offend you, but I didn't know what 'may go van' meant." "Mae govanen means pleased to meet you in elvish," said Elladan. "Please excuse my brother. Estel isn't very trusting when it comes to new faces." "You two- you two are brothers? How come Estel doesn't look like you? He looks-" but she stopped. She remembered the way Thuranduil had said 'human' like it was a foul disease. She didn't want to offend him again, but she was too late. "Human?" asked Estel. "Sorry," she said quietly. "I am human, so do not apologize. I am the one who should be apologizing. I should know better than to question Legolas' trust in you. I shouldn't have accused you of anything. You are simply not from around here are you?" "No, I'm not. I'm from California. I don't even think it's on your map." "Well, if you are a friend to Legolas, then you are a friend to my kin. Be welcome here so long as that friendship lasts." "If that is the case then she'll be welcome here a long as I live," said Legolas happily. "Come, I will show you our quarters, Ane." The quarters they were staying in were unlike anything she had ever seen. The room was elliptical in shape, with yellow, orange, and peach splattered paint on the walls that made it look like a sunset captured in a firework. There was a golden chair rail, about three feet above the thick tan carpeting, which ran the perimeter of the entire room. There was a window on the far wall that had cream-colored linen curtains that were fluttering in the soft breeze that had found its way through the open window. There was a large four-poster bed made of oak, with tan drapes that ran across the sides. One side was down, the other pulled to one end. There was a sweet smell of honey and cucumber in the air. Legolas took a deep breath in though his nose to take in the aroma, and let it out slowly as he smiled and looked around the room. He looked at peace here. Ane put her bag down and sat on the bed. The sunlight that bathed the tan comforter felt warm on her skin. She too felt at peace in this place. Legolas took off his gray traveling cloak and tunic, and joined her on the other side of the queen-sized bed. He undid the tassels on the back of her tunic and waited to see what she would do. She shivered slightly as the cool morning air met her exposed back. When she did not move, he brought his feet up onto the bed so that he was sitting on his calves. He gently pulled her into his lap, and pulled her legs onto the bed as well. He leaned his head down onto one of the pillows and brought her down with him so they were lying on their sides, his arms wrapped around her waist. He let go and rubbed her back. He massaged her shoulders, then just below her shoulder blades, then the small of her back. "Tell me when to stop," he whispered as he ventured a bit lower. She quickly grasped his hand and rolled over to face him. He put his other hand to her mouth to silence her. "Alright. SShh...I told you I could wait. Forgive me for being bold. I should not have done that," he said quietly. He leaned over her and retied the tassels, then kissed her softly and got up. He put his tunic back on and turned to look at her. She was propped up on her right elbow now, watching him. 'Does he really love me, or does he just want me?' she thought. But the look in his eyes whisked away those thoughts. It was love drowning in those deep cascades, not lust. If he just wanted her he would not have left so completely so quickly for her. "Am I really so interesting to look at, Melathronin?" he asked at the dreamy look she was giving him. "Do you love me Legolas?" He came back over to her and sat on the edge of the bed. "I love you, Ane. Never doubt that." She sat up and took his hands. "I'm sorry I'm not as ready as you are. It's just...I'm still considered young for my people. I'm not even of marrying age yet. I'm only seventeen. I'm sorry...I-I should have told you sooner." He shook his head. "If your age mattered to me then I would not have given you a second glance. I could tell you were young, but I could tell that you were full of heart as well, and that's what mattered to me, not your age." "You're not mad?" she asked apprehensively. "I couldn't stay mad at this face," he said as his left hand cupped her chin. She smiled, a perfect reflection of his own face and feelings. Legolas left while Ane changed. The elves had obviously not planned for Legolas to have a roommate, or a female one at that, so she decided to wear the dress she had brought from home. She looked into the mirror to make sure there were no stains anywhere at any point in time. She knew that the elves had very keen eyesight and she did not want to come across as a slob who couldn't keep her food out of her lap. It was a pretty dress, made of blue velvet with silver lining around the v-shaped neck. The sleeves were three-quarter length, also with silver lining. It flowed out, one of those dresses that were perfectly made to be spun around the dance floor. Legolas returned and they joined the sons of Elrond before lunch. They all went to the halls where beautiful stories were put to music and sung for the delight of those within hearing range. For the elves, that meant all of Rivendell, but for Ane it meant only the hall. Legolas translated the songs and stories to her as they listened.
Epe cennenye oira sailalayasse ar unotima... Before I saw you in your eternal wisdom... Vanyalyasse Ni aqua rucina ne. And in your uncountable beauty I was wholly shattered. Ananta ire ovantanenyel, envinyatanelye... But yet when I met you, you healed... Hroanna ar feanya, ar encarnelyen anwa, an... My body and my soul, and you made me real again... Coacalinalya meletya na. Ar lye ar ni melisse... For your spirit is mighty. And you and I... Ar melindo ner. Mernemme vestaina na, mal... Were lovers. We wanted to be wedded, but... Nwalca ambar ciltane nye lyello. The cruel world separated me from you. Nan si yallume utuvienyel yantanna anduneva... But now at last I have found you upon the bridge of sunset ... Ar nura melmemma lertahilya I oira cala. And out deep love may follow the everlasting light... Quetin lyennaa melissenya: I say to you my love: Melmemma la pole ra cina firimainnen lamninen... Our love cannot be broken by men, or animals... Var ealainen, an erunen na aina ar mana. Or by spirits, for it is by God wholly and blessed. Endanyasse, meldanya, meluvanyel... In my heart, my beloved, I shall love you... Ambar metta pella. Beyond the ending of the world.
"That was beautiful, Legolas." He smiled, then looked around at the sound of elven voices echoing through the hall, and turned back to her. "They are happy that you are enjoying their music. They hope that you will sing one of your own." "My own? You mean a song from home?" He nodded. "What on earth can I sing that is anything compared to this?" she asked as she indicated the hall. "Just sing from your heart. What you believe in." She thought for a moment, then started to sing the first thing that came to her. Belief.
"I heard him come. I saw his ver-y face. I won-dered who, would come in-to this place, Where dead men walk, and where the dy-ing talk, Of life be-fore, this curse u-pon them came. He turned to me, he must have felt my gaze, He came t'ward me, through the crow-ded maze, And I a le-per, in shame hid my face, 'Til some-one said, 'Je-sus is his name.' And they said, na-tions fall be-hind him, The ri-vers crawl to find him, Moun-tains move, just to let him through. Come and ne-ver leave him, Just let your heart be-lieve him. Ne-ver let his light grow, Ne-ver let your love grow dim. He fed a thou-sand, with one loaf of bread, I saw him raise, a chi-ld from the dead, He healed the sick, the blind saw his eyes, The lame man stood, and joy-ous were his cries. I felt his pain as, they nail him to a cross, I wish that they, could un-der-stand the cost. He looked on me as, he had once be-fore, say-ing 'Teach my word, to all for-e-ver more,' So they'll say, na-tions fall be-hind him, The ri-vers crawl to find him, Moun-tains move, just to let him through. Come and never leave him, Just let your heart be-lieve him. Ne-ver let his light grow, Ne-ver let your love grow dim."
As she finished the song, she heard the echoing murmurs again and looked to Legolas for the meaning. He smiled at her. "They say that they have never heard such a song and would like to learn more." "Learn more of what?" she asked curiously. "Learn more of your songs. Are they all like that? Most songs in this world, save for a few exceptions, like the first song you heard, are spoken in the third person. They want to know if all your songs are sung like that, or if this also was an exception." "No, most songs I know are in first person." "Will you sing another?" "I don't know..." "Please, Miss Femil," said Estel, "You've a wonderful voice. Sing." She blushed, "Okay, one more. But that's it, so pay attention." She thought for a moment as they nodded in agreement. She smiled as a song came to mind. "Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccini, or bugler wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.
Cheeseburger is paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.
Heard about the old-time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.
But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need.
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed.
Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with mustard'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draught beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every darn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise.
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise."
She laughed at the looks of surprise on the elves' faces. She didn't hear the murmurings either. 'They must be at a loss for words. No surprise there.' Legolas recovered first. He smiled and shook his head, "That was...different." "Loggins and Messina wrote that song. They were kind of obsessed with food. Folks back home are just random like that. We've got a song for practically anything." "So we noticed," said Elladan. They all laughed. random enough for you? I had a LOT of fun with this one. The first song was called melme, meaning love, which I got off some site a long time ago. The second is a song I learned with my youth group at church called 'I saw Him come.' Yeah, Ane is definitely Christian, though what kind, I'll leave up to you. I'm not bashing jews or atheists, or any other religion out there, believe me. My dad's atheist (practically), my million cousins are all Jewish, and my best friend in middle school was Muslim, so I respect every religion out there. I just write what I know, that's all. The third one- heh heh... yeah...that was out there. If you haven't listened to the rest of their stuff, I highly recommend you to...it's f-ing hilarious! Ttfn!