Thanks to Neldluva!
Again, I am sorry that I cannot update as quickly as I used to. I am learning 9 months of math in 24 days, and classes are Monday –Thursday. That pretty much means updates only on the weekends. But if I get hmmm... 10 reviews before next Friday, you guys get three chapters in a week. They cannot be from the same people!!! This is very short, and I am really sorry about that. Everybody also forgets that a lot of work goes into chapters if you want them to be really good. Checking, Editing, Re-checking, re- editing, Betas.....
Just some observances on my part: I used to think that all the people who were Harry Potter ff fans were complete losers, and for that I am sorry. I also wanted to comment on the rather large amount of Draco/ Hermione and the larger number of Hermione /Ron fics. Is it just my imagination, or have the Ron/ Hermione fics increased since the third movie was released? Also In Lotr R section, there are usually only 4-5 updates per hour. In HP, they have 5 pages an hour! There are 630 pages in only the R section! Whew! That's A LOT!
One last thing: I changed my email. It is on my author's page.
A/n Anor is now a week old.
Chapter Nine
The Lady was staring blankly ahead, and her face was calm and controlled. But Niphredil could see the emotions in her eyes, and knew she was having a vision from the Valar, far across the sea. The Lady stood as stiff as a stone statue, and her arm slowly rose slowly in salute, as if to greet somebody far off. She watched as the Lady's eyes as they followed an unimaginable thing or person in her vision. At first Niphredil did not know what to do, but when it became apparent that the Lady was going to be there for a long time, she sat Anor in a comfortable chair and did her morning handmaiden duties, all the while keeping her eyes on the Lady, who was standing rock still. Her face only moved every once in a while, and usually it was to wince, or look helpless as she watched whatever vision was going through her head.
One hour passed, and quickly became two hours. Early morning turned into afternoon. Niphredil waited patiently for the moment the Lady broke from her trance. Her heart yearned for her to touch the Lady, and make her more comfortable, but the Lady had warned her beforehand of touching her during such a session. "I learned that the hard way," she thought ruefully to herself as she looked at the tiny scar on her wrist where the Lady had once struck her accidentally the first time she had tried to wake the Lady. She knew the Lady would spend days recovering from this one in her bed, for her legs would be unable to support her weight any longer.
Niphredil sent for supper, and ate hungrily as she watched her tiny son sleep, and the Lady stand stock-still. Her tiny sleeping chipmunk was so beautiful, and she knew that no matter what boulders Legolas would put in her path of life, Anor would be able roll them out of the way by simply being happy, and Niphredil could only be grateful.
She looked up in time to see the Lady smile, and suddenly collapse on the floor. She ran over quickly, knowing that the vision was over. She reached the Lady, who looked up at her with brimming eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her voice choking with emotion before she went unconscious.
-
He watched her run down the hall; dress whipping with her speed, and her sure footedness over the unevenness of the hallway.
Why are we always running from each other? he wondered. Again he felt his heart drop, and the dull ache came. He had been experiencing this all night, and had been unable to sleep. He did not know what it was, but he assumed that it was guilt from watching Niphredil run away with tears in her eyes.
Storyteller
It was guilt that he did not comprehend, for the Prince was young, and did not understand matters of the heart. He forgot to remember his plea of forgiveness to the young elleth, and did not understand what had her so upset.
Legolas
Had they not been separated for the last nine months? Did she remember not the cold glances they had thrown each other in passing? Besides, she had grown rather fat in his absence, and he did not like extra weight.
He sighed and closed the door, turning around, and walking to his desk. He sat down in his chair and put his head in his hands. He sighed once again in confusion and stress. He suddenly felt supple hands caress his shoulders, and spared a glance at the naked elleth standing behind him. She had been fun. He felt his desire grow as he gazed upon her lovely body.
"What is it, oh high and lordly prince?"
"Nothing you cannot make me forget."
-
She had laid the Lady on her canopy bed, and was bathing the Lady's brow. Under normal circumstances, she would have run for a healer, but the Lady never liked to draw attention to her weaknesses, so she sat there in waiting for the royal Lady to awake. She suddenly heard a knock on the door, and she stopped breathing in fear. Could he have come here? She cautiously opened the door a crack, only to find that it was a servant who was bringing up the food she had ordered.
She closed the door, but it awoke Anor, and she heard the beginnings of a wail. She quickly looked at the Lady, who was still unconscious, and unbuttoned her dress and corset. The tiny babe latched on eagerly, and she smiled tenderly. He was a sweet child, and each day she felt her love for him grow. His eyes watched everything as he suckled, and he crooked one tiny blue eye to look at her. He watched her smile at him, and she felt her love renew for this tiny child. Again she saw this tiny babe, fighting the grey stain in her heart with his smile.
She put the tiny babe to sleep, and sat by the Lady's bed. She knew the Lady would not be as cruel as the rest of the world, but would she ever forgive Niphredil for not telling her?
The stirring of the Lady on the bed interrupted her thoughts. She awoke slowly, as if from a pleasant memory, and carefully opened her eyes. Her voice was weak and faint, but still understandable. She spoke simply and to the point.
"Niphredil, I know..."
Again, I am sorry that I cannot update as quickly as I used to. I am learning 9 months of math in 24 days, and classes are Monday –Thursday. That pretty much means updates only on the weekends. But if I get hmmm... 10 reviews before next Friday, you guys get three chapters in a week. They cannot be from the same people!!! This is very short, and I am really sorry about that. Everybody also forgets that a lot of work goes into chapters if you want them to be really good. Checking, Editing, Re-checking, re- editing, Betas.....
Just some observances on my part: I used to think that all the people who were Harry Potter ff fans were complete losers, and for that I am sorry. I also wanted to comment on the rather large amount of Draco/ Hermione and the larger number of Hermione /Ron fics. Is it just my imagination, or have the Ron/ Hermione fics increased since the third movie was released? Also In Lotr R section, there are usually only 4-5 updates per hour. In HP, they have 5 pages an hour! There are 630 pages in only the R section! Whew! That's A LOT!
One last thing: I changed my email. It is on my author's page.
A/n Anor is now a week old.
Chapter Nine
The Lady was staring blankly ahead, and her face was calm and controlled. But Niphredil could see the emotions in her eyes, and knew she was having a vision from the Valar, far across the sea. The Lady stood as stiff as a stone statue, and her arm slowly rose slowly in salute, as if to greet somebody far off. She watched as the Lady's eyes as they followed an unimaginable thing or person in her vision. At first Niphredil did not know what to do, but when it became apparent that the Lady was going to be there for a long time, she sat Anor in a comfortable chair and did her morning handmaiden duties, all the while keeping her eyes on the Lady, who was standing rock still. Her face only moved every once in a while, and usually it was to wince, or look helpless as she watched whatever vision was going through her head.
One hour passed, and quickly became two hours. Early morning turned into afternoon. Niphredil waited patiently for the moment the Lady broke from her trance. Her heart yearned for her to touch the Lady, and make her more comfortable, but the Lady had warned her beforehand of touching her during such a session. "I learned that the hard way," she thought ruefully to herself as she looked at the tiny scar on her wrist where the Lady had once struck her accidentally the first time she had tried to wake the Lady. She knew the Lady would spend days recovering from this one in her bed, for her legs would be unable to support her weight any longer.
Niphredil sent for supper, and ate hungrily as she watched her tiny son sleep, and the Lady stand stock-still. Her tiny sleeping chipmunk was so beautiful, and she knew that no matter what boulders Legolas would put in her path of life, Anor would be able roll them out of the way by simply being happy, and Niphredil could only be grateful.
She looked up in time to see the Lady smile, and suddenly collapse on the floor. She ran over quickly, knowing that the vision was over. She reached the Lady, who looked up at her with brimming eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her voice choking with emotion before she went unconscious.
-
He watched her run down the hall; dress whipping with her speed, and her sure footedness over the unevenness of the hallway.
Why are we always running from each other? he wondered. Again he felt his heart drop, and the dull ache came. He had been experiencing this all night, and had been unable to sleep. He did not know what it was, but he assumed that it was guilt from watching Niphredil run away with tears in her eyes.
Storyteller
It was guilt that he did not comprehend, for the Prince was young, and did not understand matters of the heart. He forgot to remember his plea of forgiveness to the young elleth, and did not understand what had her so upset.
Legolas
Had they not been separated for the last nine months? Did she remember not the cold glances they had thrown each other in passing? Besides, she had grown rather fat in his absence, and he did not like extra weight.
He sighed and closed the door, turning around, and walking to his desk. He sat down in his chair and put his head in his hands. He sighed once again in confusion and stress. He suddenly felt supple hands caress his shoulders, and spared a glance at the naked elleth standing behind him. She had been fun. He felt his desire grow as he gazed upon her lovely body.
"What is it, oh high and lordly prince?"
"Nothing you cannot make me forget."
-
She had laid the Lady on her canopy bed, and was bathing the Lady's brow. Under normal circumstances, she would have run for a healer, but the Lady never liked to draw attention to her weaknesses, so she sat there in waiting for the royal Lady to awake. She suddenly heard a knock on the door, and she stopped breathing in fear. Could he have come here? She cautiously opened the door a crack, only to find that it was a servant who was bringing up the food she had ordered.
She closed the door, but it awoke Anor, and she heard the beginnings of a wail. She quickly looked at the Lady, who was still unconscious, and unbuttoned her dress and corset. The tiny babe latched on eagerly, and she smiled tenderly. He was a sweet child, and each day she felt her love for him grow. His eyes watched everything as he suckled, and he crooked one tiny blue eye to look at her. He watched her smile at him, and she felt her love renew for this tiny child. Again she saw this tiny babe, fighting the grey stain in her heart with his smile.
She put the tiny babe to sleep, and sat by the Lady's bed. She knew the Lady would not be as cruel as the rest of the world, but would she ever forgive Niphredil for not telling her?
The stirring of the Lady on the bed interrupted her thoughts. She awoke slowly, as if from a pleasant memory, and carefully opened her eyes. Her voice was weak and faint, but still understandable. She spoke simply and to the point.
"Niphredil, I know..."