A/N: Well,
this is my first attempt at a serious LotR fan fic. I hope you will like
and I'm starting to mess with elven language, so if I messed up any words/phrases,
please let me know. Please review and let me know if I should continue
this or not.
Also, please note that English is not my first language, so if I messed up in any way, let me know and I will fix it.
Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize from Lord of the Rings belongs to Tolkien. If you don't is mine.
Vanim Ar' Tel'Uuvanimo
(Beauty and the Beast)
Ch.4 Raktien (Arriving)
The kwentra entered the Hall of Fire, a smile on her face as she saw the halflings already gathered in front of her favorite spot, waiting for her to continue her tale. Taking her seat, she welcomed all who listened to her. She had been asked to start story time early, and she had been happy to oblige.
"We had left Vanim looking through the various books that had held her interest since she entered the library, not noticing someone closing in behind her. A very melodious but clearly annoyed voice could be heard behind her.
" Who are you?"
Vanim suppressed a surprised yelp, and turning around she kneeled down, head bowed down in respect.
"I am Vanim, your new servant, Milord"
Vanim's eyes were glued to the floor. The only thing she could see was the hem of the cloak as it swished by her, while its owner circled her, deep in thought.
"Stand up."
Vanim did as was told, looking straight up, forcing her eyes to stay focused on one point of the room, and not on Lord Feuyaer. He kept circling around her, she felt like one of the guards in Rivendell under Glorfindel's tight scrutiny.
She kept staring straight, but from the corner of her eye she could see the hood of the cloak tilt to the side while hearing "You will do."
He turned around. "Follow me, I will show you to your rooms."
As they were walking he showed her his private wing in the fortress. He had a dining room, library, and sitting room all for himself. They finally reached a set of doors.
"This is your room. My bedchambers are at the end of this hall. You are only allowed to enter once I'm out of my chambers to clean them, or if I call for you. In any other circumstance is absolutely forbidden that you enter. Is that understood?"
"Yes Milord."
"Very well. Now go make yourself familiar with your surroundings. Dinner will arrive shortly."
He turned and left to his bedchambers, Vanim watching his cloak flow gracefully in time with his steps as he walked away.
She gasped as she entered her rooms, as they were enormous. She not only had a sleeping chamber, but a sitting chamber as well as receiving chamber. These were not the rooms of a servant.
Vanim noticed that her things had been sent to her room, so she unpacked and decided to explore the rest of the wing. She returned to the library, deciding to choose a book to read.
Looking throughout the various shelves, Vanim noticed there were several paintings tossed carelessly in a corner. Curiosity taking over her, she forgot the books and started looking at the paintings.
Some were portraits of Elven lords and ladies long forgotten, some were of beautiful landscapes, which she made a mental note to ask if she could keep some of them to grace her rooms. She was about to leave to continue her search for a book when she noticed a smaller painting hiding underneath all the others.
After much stretching, as the painting was in a rather difficult spot to be grasped, she was able to reach it. Wrinkling her nose in disgust at the sight of the thick layer of dust lying on top of it, she blew over it, wanting to see what the dust was hiding underneath. The dust went flying everywhere, spreading in the air, making her cough a bit.
Once the dust settled she looked intently at the picture. Looked to be another portrait, an Elven lord this time. Curious, she cleared the dust off where the face should be with her hand, a gasp escaping her lips. Her eyes could not be torn off the painting, as the face had haunted her dreams and nightmares many, many times.
How did a picture of Lord Fedriel get here in the first place? Maybe it was put in with the rest of the things Lord Feuayer took with him when he arrived here, but these pictures seemed to have belonged here all along. Could it be that this is the place where he had come from?
Her reverie was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing his throat. She turned around to see Nilad giving her an amused look, and arched eyebrow revealing his curiosity.
"Nilad! You gave me a fright! Can I help you?"
"Just to let you know, dinner has been brought up. You are expected to serve it to Milord. Follow me, I'll show you were everything is."
Vanim put the picture lovingly back into the hidden corner, and followed Nilad quietly."
The kwentra silenced, as dinner was being announced.
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A/N: Well? What you think? Your reviews is what keeps me going, so I would love to hear from you letting me know if you liked this or if it sucked big time, so
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Also, please note that English is not my first language, so if I messed up in any way, let me know and I will fix it.
Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize from Lord of the Rings belongs to Tolkien. If you don't is mine.
(Beauty and the Beast)
Ch.4 Raktien (Arriving)
The kwentra entered the Hall of Fire, a smile on her face as she saw the halflings already gathered in front of her favorite spot, waiting for her to continue her tale. Taking her seat, she welcomed all who listened to her. She had been asked to start story time early, and she had been happy to oblige.
"We had left Vanim looking through the various books that had held her interest since she entered the library, not noticing someone closing in behind her. A very melodious but clearly annoyed voice could be heard behind her.
" Who are you?"
Vanim suppressed a surprised yelp, and turning around she kneeled down, head bowed down in respect.
"I am Vanim, your new servant, Milord"
Vanim's eyes were glued to the floor. The only thing she could see was the hem of the cloak as it swished by her, while its owner circled her, deep in thought.
"Stand up."
Vanim did as was told, looking straight up, forcing her eyes to stay focused on one point of the room, and not on Lord Feuyaer. He kept circling around her, she felt like one of the guards in Rivendell under Glorfindel's tight scrutiny.
She kept staring straight, but from the corner of her eye she could see the hood of the cloak tilt to the side while hearing "You will do."
He turned around. "Follow me, I will show you to your rooms."
As they were walking he showed her his private wing in the fortress. He had a dining room, library, and sitting room all for himself. They finally reached a set of doors.
"This is your room. My bedchambers are at the end of this hall. You are only allowed to enter once I'm out of my chambers to clean them, or if I call for you. In any other circumstance is absolutely forbidden that you enter. Is that understood?"
"Yes Milord."
"Very well. Now go make yourself familiar with your surroundings. Dinner will arrive shortly."
He turned and left to his bedchambers, Vanim watching his cloak flow gracefully in time with his steps as he walked away.
She gasped as she entered her rooms, as they were enormous. She not only had a sleeping chamber, but a sitting chamber as well as receiving chamber. These were not the rooms of a servant.
Vanim noticed that her things had been sent to her room, so she unpacked and decided to explore the rest of the wing. She returned to the library, deciding to choose a book to read.
Looking throughout the various shelves, Vanim noticed there were several paintings tossed carelessly in a corner. Curiosity taking over her, she forgot the books and started looking at the paintings.
Some were portraits of Elven lords and ladies long forgotten, some were of beautiful landscapes, which she made a mental note to ask if she could keep some of them to grace her rooms. She was about to leave to continue her search for a book when she noticed a smaller painting hiding underneath all the others.
After much stretching, as the painting was in a rather difficult spot to be grasped, she was able to reach it. Wrinkling her nose in disgust at the sight of the thick layer of dust lying on top of it, she blew over it, wanting to see what the dust was hiding underneath. The dust went flying everywhere, spreading in the air, making her cough a bit.
Once the dust settled she looked intently at the picture. Looked to be another portrait, an Elven lord this time. Curious, she cleared the dust off where the face should be with her hand, a gasp escaping her lips. Her eyes could not be torn off the painting, as the face had haunted her dreams and nightmares many, many times.
How did a picture of Lord Fedriel get here in the first place? Maybe it was put in with the rest of the things Lord Feuayer took with him when he arrived here, but these pictures seemed to have belonged here all along. Could it be that this is the place where he had come from?
Her reverie was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing his throat. She turned around to see Nilad giving her an amused look, and arched eyebrow revealing his curiosity.
"Nilad! You gave me a fright! Can I help you?"
"Just to let you know, dinner has been brought up. You are expected to serve it to Milord. Follow me, I'll show you were everything is."
Vanim put the picture lovingly back into the hidden corner, and followed Nilad quietly."
The kwentra silenced, as dinner was being announced.
A/N: Well? What you think? Your reviews is what keeps me going, so I would love to hear from you letting me know if you liked this or if it sucked big time, so