Sorry about the names, if they are still messed up. My stupid computer won't let me use special characters, so- alas- I must suffer. Well, actually you guys do. Anyway, if you have any questions review.
So here me be…
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Tolkien's cuz he's the man-man.
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Ch.2
Elanwë guided her horse down the worn path towards Imladris. She constantly had to look back at her charges, ever the worrier. She had been told be Anariel that if she had once been s boulder she wouldn't be one anymore. She'd be a pebble.
The Elf-woman smiled to herself and tried to resist the urge to look back at the girls again. They made her worry so much…
But what am I so frightened of? Elanwë thought to herself. It's not like anything can happen to them when the entire household and all of the guards are leaving with us
A high-pitched scream wailed from behind her, and she wheeled her horse expecting to see an orc arrow through her dear little girls' stomachs. She nearly choked when she saw that it was only Anariel, squealing at some joke one of the guardsmen told her. That girl was such the flirt…
Elanwë took on the look that she had seen her late mistress use on the girl when she had done something most unruly. "Anariel," she said, loud enough for the elfling to look over to her. That girl was such a headache…
"Yes?" she replied, her eyes wide and showing feigned innocence. Honestly, their guardian was such a ninny…
"Ride by me." Elanwë said simply, and the girl rode up quickly, causing the Elf-woman to wince. "Be careful," She held out a hand to steady the child's horse it slowed to a walk. "you have your sister with you, much to my protest."
"Ai, Elanwë you know Anarion won't ride with anyone else but me. Isn't that right?" Anariel, said to her back, where tiny arms clasped her waist tightly. No answer came, but their guardian could imagine the child's nod.
Elanwë smiled at them and observed their antics- or rather, Anariel's. Anarion had never been an active or talkative child. She rarely spoke, and tried to get around from having to answer questions as much as she could avoid it.
The girl worried her almost as much as Anariel. The younger of the two could always be found by her older sister's side, and she was a very mysterious child. When she was an toddler, she had always played with something that made some sort of noise. And as she grew into the body of a four year old, she still enjoyed things that made soft, sweet noises, but she, herself, had never spoken more than a sentence. Strange how she was silent but she enjoyed things that made a melody.
That was why Elanwë was giving both the girls' parting gifts. Ones that were useful and educative; it was just like her to give them something worth while.
The Elf-woman's thoughts turned to Anariel. Now that was headache she didn't lie exploring. The girl made up for her younger sister's lack of words with a whole fleet of them. She was often called the voice of Anarion, and it was a common joke among the household that Anariel had taken all of the conversing abilities in the womb, and the younger had been given only the necessities.
Elanwë was drawn from her musings as they made it over a rise. Rivendell lay in the cradle of the mountain, the tops of the spires and buildings shimmering with the last rays of the setting sun.
"Behold Imladris." she said, softly, as the elder sister cried out.
"Look, Anarion! It is Rivendell. This is where Mamil was once raised!" The little girl peeked around her sisters waist and her large eyes widened even more.
"Come, ladies." Elanwë said, in a strange, withdrawn tone. The sisters hadn't noticed.
"Yes, Lani!" Anariel exclaimed, and spurred her horse, causing their guardian to shout at her to slow down.
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They rode into Rivendell's main courtyard and pulled there horses to a stop. The girls and their guardian dismounted, while the rest of the band of Elves stayed where on their horses.
A tall, regal elf, with long, dark hair- much like the sisters'- appeared and stopped before Elanwë .
"I trust you had an uneventful journey?" he asked, in a warm tone. The she-Elf before him nodded.
"Yes, lord Elrond. The roads were fairly quiet this year."
"Good. Thank you for bringing them here. You know I could have sent for them." he said.
"No, no." Elanwë said, timidly, "I enjoyed the time with them." she smiled down at the sisters by her side and Elrond looked down on them with a warm smile as well. He took in their appearances as well: The older had her long dark hair pulled back in braids, and it left her soft face shine, as well as her big cheerful blue eyes. His smiled widened as he gazed at her; she was the image of her mother.
Next he tried to find the youngest, but she was hiding behind her sister. He, again, smiled, and looked back to the eldest.
"You must be lady Anariel." he said, warmly.
"I am. You must be my mother's friend. She used to tell me stories about you, and I told my sister. She is a bit shy, but I can tell her to meet you." Before Elrond could answer, she had turned to Anarion and whispered something. The little girl moved, reluctantly, from behind her sister, and looked up at him.
She had dark hair as well, but her face was different, and she looked more like her father than Anariel. When he realized the color of her eyes, Elrond smiled, despite himself: they were violet, a deep, mysterious color. He had a strange feeling as he felt her eyes, as though they could read his memories, and he was left a bit shaken.
Still, he smiled at her, and she allowed a small smile in return. The feeling of being read was gone from Elrond when she blinked.
"You must be Anarion." he said, fondly. She merely nodded, and returned to the safety of hiding behind her sister.
Elrond looked back at Elanwë and said, "I know this is going to be hard for you." he said. She nodded, and wiped a tear from her eye.
"Well, I must be on my way." she knelt down and hugged the girls.
"You will write?" Anariel asked, and their guardian nodded.
"Of course.
"I hope you have a wonderful life with your family. I am sorry you couldn't have gotten it sooner." Anariel said, sadly.
"Ai," Elanwë sighed, "Thank you. The tears she had been trying to hold back were falling free, and Anarion reached out to wipe one off her cheek. "Thank you, melamin." she said.
"Here." she muttered, and reached into the bag which she had brought. She pulled out a mithril flute and handed it to the eldest. "I want you to practice that every day. And your singing, as well." Anariel began to cry, quietly, and she nodded.
"Thank you."
Next Elanwë pulled a white-wood harp from the bag. "This is for you, Anarion. No need to tell you to practice. You will become the best harpist in Middle Earth." The little girl smiled and held the instrument, which was a bit large for her.
"I love you both." the she-Elf said, and pulled the two sisters into a hug. "Be safe, always."
"Namarië ." Anariel said.
"Namarië ." Elanwë replied. She stood and said her goodbyes and thanks to Elrond, then kissed to the girls one last time, and mounted her horse. Those of their pervious household said their quick goodbyes and be good's, then they, and Elanwë rode out of sight.
Elrond set his hands on the girls' shoulders, solemnly, and led them into his home.
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The sisters never did receive any letters from Elanwë , for she and the group traveling with her was slain by a stray pack of orcs.
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