AN: I hope this works! I'm updating from my laptop because my desktop is
being evil. This is the first time I've ever tried this from my laptop so
keep your finger crossed. I hope everyone had a good week off from school.
I, alas, didn't have the week off because I'm in college. I only had
Tuesday off....then again; I have every Tuesday off because of my schedule.
I'm digressing. Thanks for all your reviews! It's always kind of fun to
open my mailbox and see them there.
Midnight-Insomniac1532: Yup! I hope you like this story. I'm trying to update but school's being difficult to say the least.
Lindiel Eryn: Thank for the review, as always. I have this strange obsession with connection all my stories together. Patrick's going to show up in this story rather soon, as a matter of fact.
Hobbitgirl11: I've seen the Extended Edition of The Two Towers only twice but I've never seen it with the commentary on. I'm having trouble convincing anyone to watch the DVD with me. My mother says its just way to long to bother staying up for.
Elainor: I'm glad you liked it! Here's the next part!
LadyJadeParendhil: My dad watches that show! It's very, very odd. Anyway, I'm happy to see you're enjoying my little tale.
sunni07: You may borrow the name so long as you don't use it in the same context as I do. I can't say when Aragorn is going to find out or how he's going to react when he does. I was once told that the greatest things come in small packages. She's small and has a very great gift.
LalaithoftheBruinen: I'm happy to see that you liked the chapter! Here's my next update, done as quick as I can!
Pixie88: Throwing genetic memory into the story is what happens when you take an biology major and allow her to play in Tolkien's universe. Trust me when I say that, while her name is very delicate sounding, she's going to be one tough cookie.
Nana---the elven word for mommy. I figured I'd throw it in there since Niphredil is just a little kid and she has to call her mother something.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
Six months passed and then a year.
Despite the strange circumstances surrounding her birth, Niphredil grew just as any normal elven child. She learned to walk and talk, to dance and to sing, quite well actually. She played with other her age, innocent to the fact that her mother feared telling anyone about her existence.
The quiet existence she shared with her mother was shattered one fine day.
"Nana, where are you?" shouted a small dark haired, dark eyed child.
She wore a ankle length dress of light green. On her feet were soft looking brown slippers. Her hair, just past her shoulders, was pulled into a long braid both to keep it away from her face and to keep it relatively clean.
"Niphredil, there is no need to yell like that. I am right here," Arwen replied, from a short distance behind her young daughter, "Is there something wrong?"
"There is someone here to see you," the child replied in a matter of fact voice.
"A visitor?" Arwen, mentally, questioned, "There is no one that knows I am here save my father and he would allow me to stay here as long as I desired."
"Please tell whoever our mystery guest is to come in," Arwen told Niphredil.
Every time she looked at the little girl, she was amazed that only a year had passed. It seemed like only yesterday that she was born amid mass chaos. Arwen was still scared, though...scared for her life. Though she was elven in appearance and nature, the Niphredil had several small mortal characteristics.
Anyone who was observant enough, knew enough about her, could puzzle out just who sired her little girl.
Niphredil skipped into the room, trying not to fall. Behind her walked a man with carrot red hair.
"Nana," Niphredil said in a small voice, "this man says he needs to speak with you."
Arwen sighed as she looked up to see someone very familiar standing before her. The red headed man was a wizard and a friend of her father's.
"Please sit," Arwen offered.
With a grateful smile, the wizard took the offered seat.
"It is good to see that you are well, Arwen," he said, in a forced casual tone.
"It is good to see that you are well, Patrick. What brings you out this far?" Arwen responded, also taking a seat.
Niphredil, unsure of what was going on, took a seat on her mother's lap.
"Niphredil, please go play. This man and I have something very important to talk about," Arwen told her daughter.
"Of course, nana," Niphredil answered, getting up and darting off.
After thanking her lucky stars for having such and obedient child, Arwen turned her attention back to the red headed wizard sitting before her. He seemed nervous, as if he had something to say but was not quite sure how to say it.
"Your father is worried sick about you," Patrick replied.
"He knows I am here. There is no need for him to be worried about my welfare," Arwen commented.
"He is well aware of the fact that Lothlorien was your final destination. He feels that you have not arrived here safely," Patrick corrected.
He grew quiet for a moment. Arwen watched as, in his mind, the pieces began to fall into place. Her sudden disappearance. The little girl who bore a resemblance to her. The fright with which he greeted her. It all began to make sense to the red-headed wizard.
"Is she yours?" he asked, in a low whisper.
Arwen nodded, finding that she had lost her voice for the moment.
When it returned, she answered, "That is why I came here, Patrick. I was so scared and I did not know where else to turn. I knew that these woods were safe and that my grandmother would protect me and keep my secret."
"You do know who her father is, correct?" Patrick asked, looking shocked as the question came from his mouth.
"Her father is a Ranger called Strider. That makes her half-elven," Arwen answered, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice.
Patrick seemed to sense there was something not quite right about her tone and commented, "I would have guessed as much. I have heard you two were very close. She is very cute. Her father would be proud."
Arwen smiled at the compliment and questioned, "What does my father want?"
Patrick took a deep breath and let it out. This was not going to be easy for him to say and even more difficult for Arwen to hear.
"He wants you to return to Rivendell. A shadow has fallen---or is falling, I am not sure which---and he feels that it would be best for you to come home," Patrick divulged.
A stunned expression crossed over Arwen's face. This news was most unexpected and, as such, had caught her off guard. She found that she could not think straight, form a coherent thought as the news seeped in.
That shadow did not concern here right now. It was the fact that she had been ordered to return home. If she were to return home, she would have to take Niphredil with her. That would mean she would have to admit to her father what had taken place.
"What will I do with Niphredil, Patrick? I cannot waltz in with her and expect my father to understand," Arwen moaned.
The wizard though for a moment, gathering his ideas together.
"As I see it, you have three options. First, you can take her to Rivendell with you and explain everything to your father. Another option you have is to leave her here in your grandmother's care. Finally, and this is the most extreme of the options, I can take her to my world and she can be raised there. I would leave her with a Muggle family---a non-magic family---for there are dark forces still at work in my world," Patrick answered, ticking off points on his fingers.
Arwen sighed heavily and asked, "Do I have much time to decided?"
With sad eyes, Patrick replied, "Your brother rode out from Rivendell one last time to look for you. They will arrive here by nightfall."
Midnight-Insomniac1532: Yup! I hope you like this story. I'm trying to update but school's being difficult to say the least.
Lindiel Eryn: Thank for the review, as always. I have this strange obsession with connection all my stories together. Patrick's going to show up in this story rather soon, as a matter of fact.
Hobbitgirl11: I've seen the Extended Edition of The Two Towers only twice but I've never seen it with the commentary on. I'm having trouble convincing anyone to watch the DVD with me. My mother says its just way to long to bother staying up for.
Elainor: I'm glad you liked it! Here's the next part!
LadyJadeParendhil: My dad watches that show! It's very, very odd. Anyway, I'm happy to see you're enjoying my little tale.
sunni07: You may borrow the name so long as you don't use it in the same context as I do. I can't say when Aragorn is going to find out or how he's going to react when he does. I was once told that the greatest things come in small packages. She's small and has a very great gift.
LalaithoftheBruinen: I'm happy to see that you liked the chapter! Here's my next update, done as quick as I can!
Pixie88: Throwing genetic memory into the story is what happens when you take an biology major and allow her to play in Tolkien's universe. Trust me when I say that, while her name is very delicate sounding, she's going to be one tough cookie.
Nana---the elven word for mommy. I figured I'd throw it in there since Niphredil is just a little kid and she has to call her mother something.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
Six months passed and then a year.
Despite the strange circumstances surrounding her birth, Niphredil grew just as any normal elven child. She learned to walk and talk, to dance and to sing, quite well actually. She played with other her age, innocent to the fact that her mother feared telling anyone about her existence.
The quiet existence she shared with her mother was shattered one fine day.
"Nana, where are you?" shouted a small dark haired, dark eyed child.
She wore a ankle length dress of light green. On her feet were soft looking brown slippers. Her hair, just past her shoulders, was pulled into a long braid both to keep it away from her face and to keep it relatively clean.
"Niphredil, there is no need to yell like that. I am right here," Arwen replied, from a short distance behind her young daughter, "Is there something wrong?"
"There is someone here to see you," the child replied in a matter of fact voice.
"A visitor?" Arwen, mentally, questioned, "There is no one that knows I am here save my father and he would allow me to stay here as long as I desired."
"Please tell whoever our mystery guest is to come in," Arwen told Niphredil.
Every time she looked at the little girl, she was amazed that only a year had passed. It seemed like only yesterday that she was born amid mass chaos. Arwen was still scared, though...scared for her life. Though she was elven in appearance and nature, the Niphredil had several small mortal characteristics.
Anyone who was observant enough, knew enough about her, could puzzle out just who sired her little girl.
Niphredil skipped into the room, trying not to fall. Behind her walked a man with carrot red hair.
"Nana," Niphredil said in a small voice, "this man says he needs to speak with you."
Arwen sighed as she looked up to see someone very familiar standing before her. The red headed man was a wizard and a friend of her father's.
"Please sit," Arwen offered.
With a grateful smile, the wizard took the offered seat.
"It is good to see that you are well, Arwen," he said, in a forced casual tone.
"It is good to see that you are well, Patrick. What brings you out this far?" Arwen responded, also taking a seat.
Niphredil, unsure of what was going on, took a seat on her mother's lap.
"Niphredil, please go play. This man and I have something very important to talk about," Arwen told her daughter.
"Of course, nana," Niphredil answered, getting up and darting off.
After thanking her lucky stars for having such and obedient child, Arwen turned her attention back to the red headed wizard sitting before her. He seemed nervous, as if he had something to say but was not quite sure how to say it.
"Your father is worried sick about you," Patrick replied.
"He knows I am here. There is no need for him to be worried about my welfare," Arwen commented.
"He is well aware of the fact that Lothlorien was your final destination. He feels that you have not arrived here safely," Patrick corrected.
He grew quiet for a moment. Arwen watched as, in his mind, the pieces began to fall into place. Her sudden disappearance. The little girl who bore a resemblance to her. The fright with which he greeted her. It all began to make sense to the red-headed wizard.
"Is she yours?" he asked, in a low whisper.
Arwen nodded, finding that she had lost her voice for the moment.
When it returned, she answered, "That is why I came here, Patrick. I was so scared and I did not know where else to turn. I knew that these woods were safe and that my grandmother would protect me and keep my secret."
"You do know who her father is, correct?" Patrick asked, looking shocked as the question came from his mouth.
"Her father is a Ranger called Strider. That makes her half-elven," Arwen answered, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice.
Patrick seemed to sense there was something not quite right about her tone and commented, "I would have guessed as much. I have heard you two were very close. She is very cute. Her father would be proud."
Arwen smiled at the compliment and questioned, "What does my father want?"
Patrick took a deep breath and let it out. This was not going to be easy for him to say and even more difficult for Arwen to hear.
"He wants you to return to Rivendell. A shadow has fallen---or is falling, I am not sure which---and he feels that it would be best for you to come home," Patrick divulged.
A stunned expression crossed over Arwen's face. This news was most unexpected and, as such, had caught her off guard. She found that she could not think straight, form a coherent thought as the news seeped in.
That shadow did not concern here right now. It was the fact that she had been ordered to return home. If she were to return home, she would have to take Niphredil with her. That would mean she would have to admit to her father what had taken place.
"What will I do with Niphredil, Patrick? I cannot waltz in with her and expect my father to understand," Arwen moaned.
The wizard though for a moment, gathering his ideas together.
"As I see it, you have three options. First, you can take her to Rivendell with you and explain everything to your father. Another option you have is to leave her here in your grandmother's care. Finally, and this is the most extreme of the options, I can take her to my world and she can be raised there. I would leave her with a Muggle family---a non-magic family---for there are dark forces still at work in my world," Patrick answered, ticking off points on his fingers.
Arwen sighed heavily and asked, "Do I have much time to decided?"
With sad eyes, Patrick replied, "Your brother rode out from Rivendell one last time to look for you. They will arrive here by nightfall."