DISCLAIMER: I do not own the fabulous works of the Lord of the Rings. If I did do you think I'd be writing this? Anything you recognize as Tolkien's or of Tamora Pierce (I highly recommend that you read her books!) is not mine. All I own is Vaitya.
XXXXSpeaking without Words
Name: pronounced Vi-ate-ta the y is silent
Following the movie more then the book. I'm too lazy to re read it.
Chapter 1: Vaitya
Could this day get any worse? I trudge into the common room dripping wet with mud on my shoes. Then suddenly a voice rings out across the room. "NO Vaitya!" Mr. Butterbur comes running over to where I stand, "Go in the back, girl! You are tracking dirt on the clean floors!"I glare at him as I walk back to the kitchen. His floors aren't that clean anyway so why should he care? Entering the kitchen the girls all chorus a hello to me while the main cook flashes a glare at me.
"Look at you. All covered in mud and gods know what else. When are you ever going to stop playing in the dirt and act like a lady?"
"Why would I want to?" I sign to her, "I just wanted to get a quick bite to eat and go back out to the stables, Tilly. Besides Ned needs my help."
"No Ned does not. Get her now girls."
With that the whole kitchen springs into action. Two girls' pull a huge tub filled with water out of a nearby pantry while Tilly herself took my hands with Crystal. After a long struggle they finally managed to get me into the tub. Its not that I don't like to be clean but working with horses, cleaning yourself, then working with horses again just doesn't work. It's a waste of time and warm water.
"Now that you have bathed you may help the servers. We are short today and as that is what you are suppose to be doing, you are going to help, and you are going to catch a cold being outside in this weather," Tilly said.
Without a chance to protest Crystal drags me to the spare room set up for our belongings. I try to escape but she strips me of my garments. How am I am to run through the common room without a stitch of clothing on?
"Put the blue one on her. It makes her eyes stand out," Tilly says.
I give up. I might be able to take Crystal and the rest but nobody, and I mean nobody, can make Tillilana Chamverman head cook of the Prancing Pony change her mind once she has it set.
"Should we put her hair up?" Crystal asks Tilly.
"NO. Absolutely not!" I gesture.
"But it hides your wonderful features even though your hair is a very pretty black color. You never do any thing to bring out your best appearance," Crystal argued.
"And?" I ask.
The girls are always telling me that I should dress up more. I already wear a dress everyday? Who cares what color it is? They think I should be more assertive. More outgoing. More not me basically. I like being by myself with just the company of animals. They don't judge me or insist on making small talk; I mean not that I actually speak or anything. I haven't in a long time. Most of my life really.
"You really should Vaitya. Show off your elvan features more," Tilly said, "What's the point of having them if you don't show them off?"
Tilly is always trying to make me more proud of my heritage. If I tell everyone that I'm half-elf they will think I'm bragging. I would rather just be left alone, personally.
"I don't want to draw attention to myself," Tilly started to sputter, "Now you've got me in this dress I might as well help."
I walk out of the room to take up my orders before they can say another word.
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