Chapter 9
Once again...completely kayleighs fault for not updated quickly....kayleigh has difficult family life...here is your chapter!
Arwen lay sleeping peacefully, the distant sound of birds aiding her rest. She turned over on to her side, lost in a deep slumber.
Maranwe looked at herself in the full-length mirror, she nodded her approval at her clean breeches and tunic and neat braid. Even as a full- grown woman, she despised dresses and only wore them if the banquet or gathering requested them. And she certaintly wasn't going to wear one for a picnic with her adopted nieces.
She had been afraid long enough, it was time she spoke to Elladan, faced him and told him how she felt. The only problem was that she wasn't sure how she felt. She would tell him that she knew his affections towards her where genuine but she needed some time alone, to think things through. If he truly loved her, which she was now certain he did, then he would understand. She smiled as she thought about him, never had she imagined any could love her in such a way.
"Elladan we have known each other for some time now and I--no that sounds stupid." She practiced what she would say to him, her hands shaking the entire time.
"Elladan-" She stopped and thought about his name, she had never really noticed what a beautiful sound it was, and comfortable it felt upon her lips.
She shook her head, she would think of what to say when she found him. Taking several deep breaths she left her room to go in search of him.
The serving quarters were very comfortable indeed. The room had a nice big fire and the food was almost as fine as the food being served to the royal family themselves.
A young lad, no more then 14, lit the fire carefully as the day grew old and the air began to chill.
"Make sure you light the hearth in the royal chambers. Just light the big one in the living room, that should warm the whole place." The old man handed the young lad a box filled with splints and a lantern burning with oil. The young lad took them and walked from the room, followed by his friend.
"Cor check out the finery." The lad's friend laughed, as he was careful not to get soot on the silk drapes of the royal living room.
"Don't touch ought. Here hold this for us will you." He handed him the lantern and knelt down in front of the hearth. His friend followed him and sat beside him, holding out the lantern for the lad to light his flint on. As the wood began to burn softly, he leant in, blowing at it to stoke it. His friend placed the lantern down in front of the draped window and walked about the room, looking at all the nice things the King and Queen had.
"I didn't tell you did I. I ran in to one of the Princess, don't know which one mind, but boy was she a treat for the eyes."
The lad chuckled and nodded. "So I've heard." He stood up content that the fire would not go out any time soon and walked to the door with his friend. "But she can't have nothing on my Pernulia." He smiled as he thought about his lady love.
"Yeah well according to you, no one can."
They laughed as they walked from the room, completely forgetting about the lantern.
Celebriel looked over at her sister, she had always been closest to Luthien, and now they were going to share their wedding days together. Luthien, Astald, Celebriel and Silmai were sat on the grass of the field, eating cakes and drinking wine.
"It is funny how after a certain age most people stop looking at the stars and see beautiful lights gracing the sky, they just begin to take them for granted." Celebriel was laying on her back with Silmai sitting on her stomach. Celebriel felt fingers begin to tickle her sides gently and she shot up, knocking Silmai to the ground.
Elladan laughed as his niece reacted in the exact same way that Arwen used to.
"Elladan that is not funny." She pushed him away from her as the others laughed and made room for him on the blanket. Luthien leant forward and smiled at him.
"It is nice that you would grace us with your presence. It seems you have not had time for your family since your arrival."
Elladan looked guilty as he took Luthiens' hand. "I know. And I am sorry, I guess I have just had a lot on my mind."
Luthien looked behind her as Maranwe made her way towards them. "Yes, I had noticed." She spoke with a smile.
The fire in the royal sitting room roared fiercely, tiny embers spitting out. The lantern by the drape, which was now extremely over heated, burst, spraying its oil everywhere. The fire instantly latched on to the oil, burning it and spreading out of the hearth. The drape, which was now coated in oil, caught the tiniest ember and went up like a firework. Soon the entire room was ablaze, smoke filled the hot air and only spread as the moments passed.
In her bedroom Arwen slept soundly, the faint sound of birds had been replaced by a soft crackle. She breathed heavily as she fell deeper and deeper in to dreams.
Once again...completely kayleighs fault for not updated quickly....kayleigh has difficult family life...here is your chapter!
Arwen lay sleeping peacefully, the distant sound of birds aiding her rest. She turned over on to her side, lost in a deep slumber.
Maranwe looked at herself in the full-length mirror, she nodded her approval at her clean breeches and tunic and neat braid. Even as a full- grown woman, she despised dresses and only wore them if the banquet or gathering requested them. And she certaintly wasn't going to wear one for a picnic with her adopted nieces.
She had been afraid long enough, it was time she spoke to Elladan, faced him and told him how she felt. The only problem was that she wasn't sure how she felt. She would tell him that she knew his affections towards her where genuine but she needed some time alone, to think things through. If he truly loved her, which she was now certain he did, then he would understand. She smiled as she thought about him, never had she imagined any could love her in such a way.
"Elladan we have known each other for some time now and I--no that sounds stupid." She practiced what she would say to him, her hands shaking the entire time.
"Elladan-" She stopped and thought about his name, she had never really noticed what a beautiful sound it was, and comfortable it felt upon her lips.
She shook her head, she would think of what to say when she found him. Taking several deep breaths she left her room to go in search of him.
The serving quarters were very comfortable indeed. The room had a nice big fire and the food was almost as fine as the food being served to the royal family themselves.
A young lad, no more then 14, lit the fire carefully as the day grew old and the air began to chill.
"Make sure you light the hearth in the royal chambers. Just light the big one in the living room, that should warm the whole place." The old man handed the young lad a box filled with splints and a lantern burning with oil. The young lad took them and walked from the room, followed by his friend.
"Cor check out the finery." The lad's friend laughed, as he was careful not to get soot on the silk drapes of the royal living room.
"Don't touch ought. Here hold this for us will you." He handed him the lantern and knelt down in front of the hearth. His friend followed him and sat beside him, holding out the lantern for the lad to light his flint on. As the wood began to burn softly, he leant in, blowing at it to stoke it. His friend placed the lantern down in front of the draped window and walked about the room, looking at all the nice things the King and Queen had.
"I didn't tell you did I. I ran in to one of the Princess, don't know which one mind, but boy was she a treat for the eyes."
The lad chuckled and nodded. "So I've heard." He stood up content that the fire would not go out any time soon and walked to the door with his friend. "But she can't have nothing on my Pernulia." He smiled as he thought about his lady love.
"Yeah well according to you, no one can."
They laughed as they walked from the room, completely forgetting about the lantern.
Celebriel looked over at her sister, she had always been closest to Luthien, and now they were going to share their wedding days together. Luthien, Astald, Celebriel and Silmai were sat on the grass of the field, eating cakes and drinking wine.
"It is funny how after a certain age most people stop looking at the stars and see beautiful lights gracing the sky, they just begin to take them for granted." Celebriel was laying on her back with Silmai sitting on her stomach. Celebriel felt fingers begin to tickle her sides gently and she shot up, knocking Silmai to the ground.
Elladan laughed as his niece reacted in the exact same way that Arwen used to.
"Elladan that is not funny." She pushed him away from her as the others laughed and made room for him on the blanket. Luthien leant forward and smiled at him.
"It is nice that you would grace us with your presence. It seems you have not had time for your family since your arrival."
Elladan looked guilty as he took Luthiens' hand. "I know. And I am sorry, I guess I have just had a lot on my mind."
Luthien looked behind her as Maranwe made her way towards them. "Yes, I had noticed." She spoke with a smile.
The fire in the royal sitting room roared fiercely, tiny embers spitting out. The lantern by the drape, which was now extremely over heated, burst, spraying its oil everywhere. The fire instantly latched on to the oil, burning it and spreading out of the hearth. The drape, which was now coated in oil, caught the tiniest ember and went up like a firework. Soon the entire room was ablaze, smoke filled the hot air and only spread as the moments passed.
In her bedroom Arwen slept soundly, the faint sound of birds had been replaced by a soft crackle. She breathed heavily as she fell deeper and deeper in to dreams.