Chapter 3: The Beginning
Sorry it took so long to update. I finished my AP exam and I had this KILLER history project to do (as if taking the exam wasn't enough!). Well now I have to get my SOLs out of the way. For those who don't know what SOLs are, they're probably what you call SATs. Now on with the story!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own LOTR or anything Tolkien created, however I do own my OCs.
It was an unhappy princess that rode at side of Aragorn, King Elessar of Gondor. She had only been permitted to take a few of her dresses to change into when they reached Gondor. "When we reach the White City, I will have new clothes made for you," Aragorn had said, "Clothes that befit a princess of Gondor."
To her it seemed as though he was trying to stamp out every impression Rohan had made on her, including her name. Aragorn had informed her the next morning that she would no longer be known as Finduyn. "Your real name is Andúmîr Tindómiel. I would be pleased if you would call me Ada," he had said.
"Those names are foreign to me," she replied. Her father proceeded to tell her that her mother was an Elf, and that she would be learning the language of her ancestors as soon as possible. She learned that Ada and Naneth was Elfish for father and mother.
Aragorn and Andúmîr left an hour after sunrise. He had barely left any time to say farewell to Faramir and Éowyn, and even less time for a goodbye to Beranna. "Remember your ring," Beranna had said as she left.
Now father and daughter were making a silent journey to Minas Tirith. For the past hour Aragorn had tried in vain to strike up a conversation with his daughter. But all he received were polite but short answers before returning to silence. Finally, in a last attempt, he asked, "Do you know why you were named Andúmîr?"
"No," she said simply.
"Do you know what your name means?"
"No."
"Do you care in the least bit?"
"No."
Aragorn smiled despite his daughter's lack of interest. "Andúmîr means 'Jewel of the West' for you are a jewel to the western kingdom."
"Are? Or was?" she replied.
He sighed. It would be no small feat to win his daughter's trust.
"What of my other name?" Andúmîr asked. "I think you said it was Tin- dome-yel?"
Perhaps there was hope for Aragorn still. "Tindómiel," he corrected. "Watch the pronunciation. It means 'Morning Star', for you are the Mornstar of Men, no matter what path you choose."
"Ada, what is Naneth like?"
"She is the fairest maiden in Middle-Earth, second only to Lúthien Tinúviel. You were born in her likeness, an echo of her beauty," he said.
The day past swiftly and they soon made camp. Andúmîr quickly fell asleep after their light meal. But she was plagued with a dream of her home in Rohan, and it brought back many memories. She awoke with tears streaming down her face.
Instantly, Aragorn was at her side. "Andúmîr, what is wrong, meleth nîn?"
"Home," she sobbed. "I want to go home!"
"Hush, meleth nîn, we will be there soon," he said trying to comfort her, but she pushed him away.
"Leave me be!" she cried, and retreated to the other side of the camp. She managed to stay her tears and drifted into a restless sleep.
The rest of the journey Andúmîr stayed as far away from Aragorn as
possible. She even refused to speak to him. After two days of painful
silence, they finally reached the White City.
"Minas Tirith," Aragorn said proudly, "The City of Kings. Isn't it
beautiful?" he asked.
"Yes," Andúmîr said. A beautiful cage, she thought bitterly.
Slowly she rode up to the city, to begin her new life in Gondor.
Now the reviews:
Azure orbis: It was Middle Ages to the present. Thanks for reading my
story!
Keindra: Read and find out!
Chibi Tatiana: Yep SUVs. You're welcome, update soon!
Haldir's Heart and Soul: Glad I could help answer your questions. Read
and Review!
Well, that's all for now, R&R! May an Evenstar shine upon you!
Sorry it took so long to update. I finished my AP exam and I had this KILLER history project to do (as if taking the exam wasn't enough!). Well now I have to get my SOLs out of the way. For those who don't know what SOLs are, they're probably what you call SATs. Now on with the story!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own LOTR or anything Tolkien created, however I do own my OCs.
It was an unhappy princess that rode at side of Aragorn, King Elessar of Gondor. She had only been permitted to take a few of her dresses to change into when they reached Gondor. "When we reach the White City, I will have new clothes made for you," Aragorn had said, "Clothes that befit a princess of Gondor."
To her it seemed as though he was trying to stamp out every impression Rohan had made on her, including her name. Aragorn had informed her the next morning that she would no longer be known as Finduyn. "Your real name is Andúmîr Tindómiel. I would be pleased if you would call me Ada," he had said.
"Those names are foreign to me," she replied. Her father proceeded to tell her that her mother was an Elf, and that she would be learning the language of her ancestors as soon as possible. She learned that Ada and Naneth was Elfish for father and mother.
Aragorn and Andúmîr left an hour after sunrise. He had barely left any time to say farewell to Faramir and Éowyn, and even less time for a goodbye to Beranna. "Remember your ring," Beranna had said as she left.
Now father and daughter were making a silent journey to Minas Tirith. For the past hour Aragorn had tried in vain to strike up a conversation with his daughter. But all he received were polite but short answers before returning to silence. Finally, in a last attempt, he asked, "Do you know why you were named Andúmîr?"
"No," she said simply.
"Do you know what your name means?"
"No."
"Do you care in the least bit?"
"No."
Aragorn smiled despite his daughter's lack of interest. "Andúmîr means 'Jewel of the West' for you are a jewel to the western kingdom."
"Are? Or was?" she replied.
He sighed. It would be no small feat to win his daughter's trust.
"What of my other name?" Andúmîr asked. "I think you said it was Tin- dome-yel?"
Perhaps there was hope for Aragorn still. "Tindómiel," he corrected. "Watch the pronunciation. It means 'Morning Star', for you are the Mornstar of Men, no matter what path you choose."
"Ada, what is Naneth like?"
"She is the fairest maiden in Middle-Earth, second only to Lúthien Tinúviel. You were born in her likeness, an echo of her beauty," he said.
The day past swiftly and they soon made camp. Andúmîr quickly fell asleep after their light meal. But she was plagued with a dream of her home in Rohan, and it brought back many memories. She awoke with tears streaming down her face.
Instantly, Aragorn was at her side. "Andúmîr, what is wrong, meleth nîn?"
"Home," she sobbed. "I want to go home!"
"Hush, meleth nîn, we will be there soon," he said trying to comfort her, but she pushed him away.
"Leave me be!" she cried, and retreated to the other side of the camp. She managed to stay her tears and drifted into a restless sleep.
The rest of the journey Andúmîr stayed as far away from Aragorn as
possible. She even refused to speak to him. After two days of painful
silence, they finally reached the White City.
"Minas Tirith," Aragorn said proudly, "The City of Kings. Isn't it
beautiful?" he asked.
"Yes," Andúmîr said. A beautiful cage, she thought bitterly.
Slowly she rode up to the city, to begin her new life in Gondor.
Now the reviews:
Azure orbis: It was Middle Ages to the present. Thanks for reading my
story!
Keindra: Read and find out!
Chibi Tatiana: Yep SUVs. You're welcome, update soon!
Haldir's Heart and Soul: Glad I could help answer your questions. Read
and Review!
Well, that's all for now, R&R! May an Evenstar shine upon you!