A/N: I haven't updated
this for such a long time, and for that I'm sorry. I recently lost
my job, so I had to make a bit of change in priorities. Still, I found
time to write this new chapter, a bit short, but I hope you like it. Also
thanks to all of you who have reviewed ch. 5: Snitter in Rivendell
(I hope to keep you guessing... heh), t (my first language is Spanish), Kaitzi
(email me and we can discuss... hehehe), Sorne (all bow down to the queen
of Elrond fics! Heh, because of Standard Bearer I'm an Elrond luster now,
but my main lust is always going to be Glorfindel. ;D),
Emerin Mornlight of Rivendell (Happy now?), Tree
(Danielle!!!! *hugs Danielle*), and last but not least, anon (Thank
you, I really try).
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 screwed 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. 6 E'Kaimer (In Dreams)
The walk had been invigorating; talking about cherished memories with her old friend always relaxed her. As they entered the Hall of Fire, Lord Elrond took her hand fondly, kissing it in the back. "I am glad you decided to visit us. Your stories always leave your audience captive, and waiting for more. I think this gathering can attest to that." With a smile, he pointed out to the big group that was gathered around her usual storytelling spot.
Giving the lord of Imladris a gracious nod, the kwentra took her place among the crowd, closing her eyes, and relaxing her features. She suddenly opened them, and once again her musical voice drew all who could hear into the imaginings of her story.
"Vanim couldn't believe what her eyes clearly showed, her mind struggling with this new discovery. "This can't be! Fedriel... you are dead..."
Fedriel's features turned from surprise to anger to confusion. "I can certainly tell you, I am not dead. I have been a prisoner; don't know for how long. I have lost track of time here. You are the first I have seen since I was imprisoned."
Smiling in relief at her, concern suddenly flashed across his face. "How come you are here? Were you captured as well?"
Shaking her head in concern and confusion, Vanim tried to remember what was the last thing she did.... when she suddenly realized she was asleep. But if she was asleep, how can she be aware of that fact? Looking at Fedriel, she stepped closer to him, her hands slowly going in front of her, careful and fearful what would happen if she touched him.
Surprisingly enough, he felt solid and warm under her touch. She also heard his gasp of surprise as soon as her hand came in contact with his skin. Withdrawing her hand quickly, she looked down, head bowed in shame. "I am sorry, milord. I don't know what came over me."
Raising an eyebrow he looked at her with something akin to annoyance. Exhaling deeply, he shook his head and stepped closer. Cupping his hand under her chin, he slowly lifted it so he could see her eyes. "Vanim, we have known each other since we were children. You in fact were a very close friend, until society dictated that you should act upon your station. I know that lately you have been avoiding me, but I do not understand why. I miss my friend very much, and I really need her now."
Vanim just stood transfixed, looking into his blue orbs, trying to see in their depths if he was telling the truth or not. Having her answer, she smiled back at him. "I cannot believe you are here, it is all so... strange. We were told you had been killed when you were captured by the orc party."
Fedriel never liked seeing Vanim sad. He never let it show, but he always had a soft spot for her. Especially now, where he could see the unshed tears caused by no other than himself. In a move very uncharacteristic for him, he wrapped his arms around her in a comforting embrace. "I am very much alive, mellonamin* and I would like to keep it that way, but I am afraid I will not be able to for much longer."
Vanim had closed her eyes as the sudden warmth of his arms enveloped her, her head resting comfortably on his chest. As she heard his words, her head jerked up, her eyes seeking his. "You said you are a prisoner. Where are you?"
Fedriel closed his eyes, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. "I don't know anymore. I used to be aware of where I was, but lately I have these gaps in my memory. All I remember is darkness and suddenly I am here. I stay here for a time and then go back into the darkness. I am afraid more soon than naught the darkness will claim me completely. At least I got to see you one last time."
Alarmed by his words, Vanim took hold of his upper arms. "No, you will not give in. You have always been a fighter. I don't know how, but I will find you. Please don't give up. Can you remember anything?"
Fedriel furrowed his brows, concentrating in trying to remember anything about his surroundings before the darkness took over. He stepped away from her, pacing back and forth trying to remember something, anything. Just a quick flash of a memory stirred in his head, fleeting just as it came. Mumbling a curse, he shook his head in frustration. "All I remember are mountains. I am sorry, I am not much help."
Vanim closed her eyes, deep in concentration. "Mountains... mountains... that could be anywhere. Can you try to remember anything else?"
He suddenly felt the pull of the darkness, the fog starting to envelop him. He looked desperately to Vanim, trying to memorize her features; sure that he would never see her again. "Vanim, I have to go. Darkness is claiming me once more."
Vanim opened her eyes, just to see Fedriel fade in front of her eyes, a look of desperation upon his features. She tried to hold his hand, but it passed through, as he was no longer solid, but ethereal. Tears flowing, she looked at him before he faded completely. "I will find you, please do not lose hope. Return to this place as I will try to return as well."
She suddenly felt a hazy fog cover her eyes, feeling darkness envelop her. Fear gripped her heart; she did not know what to do. She did the only thing she could; she screamed and opened her eyes, finding herself in a sitting position on her bed."
The kwentra silenced once more, as the first rays of the new dawn peeked yet again into the Hall of Fire.
*mellonamin = my friend
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A/N: Pleeeeeeeeeeease..... I'm craving for reviews. Is what keeps me writing, so I would love to hear from you, be it good or bad. What you think of this chapter? Good? Stinks? Let me know!!!!!
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 screwed 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. 6 E'Kaimer (In Dreams)
The walk had been invigorating; talking about cherished memories with her old friend always relaxed her. As they entered the Hall of Fire, Lord Elrond took her hand fondly, kissing it in the back. "I am glad you decided to visit us. Your stories always leave your audience captive, and waiting for more. I think this gathering can attest to that." With a smile, he pointed out to the big group that was gathered around her usual storytelling spot.
Giving the lord of Imladris a gracious nod, the kwentra took her place among the crowd, closing her eyes, and relaxing her features. She suddenly opened them, and once again her musical voice drew all who could hear into the imaginings of her story.
"Vanim couldn't believe what her eyes clearly showed, her mind struggling with this new discovery. "This can't be! Fedriel... you are dead..."
Fedriel's features turned from surprise to anger to confusion. "I can certainly tell you, I am not dead. I have been a prisoner; don't know for how long. I have lost track of time here. You are the first I have seen since I was imprisoned."
Smiling in relief at her, concern suddenly flashed across his face. "How come you are here? Were you captured as well?"
Shaking her head in concern and confusion, Vanim tried to remember what was the last thing she did.... when she suddenly realized she was asleep. But if she was asleep, how can she be aware of that fact? Looking at Fedriel, she stepped closer to him, her hands slowly going in front of her, careful and fearful what would happen if she touched him.
Surprisingly enough, he felt solid and warm under her touch. She also heard his gasp of surprise as soon as her hand came in contact with his skin. Withdrawing her hand quickly, she looked down, head bowed in shame. "I am sorry, milord. I don't know what came over me."
Raising an eyebrow he looked at her with something akin to annoyance. Exhaling deeply, he shook his head and stepped closer. Cupping his hand under her chin, he slowly lifted it so he could see her eyes. "Vanim, we have known each other since we were children. You in fact were a very close friend, until society dictated that you should act upon your station. I know that lately you have been avoiding me, but I do not understand why. I miss my friend very much, and I really need her now."
Vanim just stood transfixed, looking into his blue orbs, trying to see in their depths if he was telling the truth or not. Having her answer, she smiled back at him. "I cannot believe you are here, it is all so... strange. We were told you had been killed when you were captured by the orc party."
Fedriel never liked seeing Vanim sad. He never let it show, but he always had a soft spot for her. Especially now, where he could see the unshed tears caused by no other than himself. In a move very uncharacteristic for him, he wrapped his arms around her in a comforting embrace. "I am very much alive, mellonamin* and I would like to keep it that way, but I am afraid I will not be able to for much longer."
Vanim had closed her eyes as the sudden warmth of his arms enveloped her, her head resting comfortably on his chest. As she heard his words, her head jerked up, her eyes seeking his. "You said you are a prisoner. Where are you?"
Fedriel closed his eyes, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. "I don't know anymore. I used to be aware of where I was, but lately I have these gaps in my memory. All I remember is darkness and suddenly I am here. I stay here for a time and then go back into the darkness. I am afraid more soon than naught the darkness will claim me completely. At least I got to see you one last time."
Alarmed by his words, Vanim took hold of his upper arms. "No, you will not give in. You have always been a fighter. I don't know how, but I will find you. Please don't give up. Can you remember anything?"
Fedriel furrowed his brows, concentrating in trying to remember anything about his surroundings before the darkness took over. He stepped away from her, pacing back and forth trying to remember something, anything. Just a quick flash of a memory stirred in his head, fleeting just as it came. Mumbling a curse, he shook his head in frustration. "All I remember are mountains. I am sorry, I am not much help."
Vanim closed her eyes, deep in concentration. "Mountains... mountains... that could be anywhere. Can you try to remember anything else?"
He suddenly felt the pull of the darkness, the fog starting to envelop him. He looked desperately to Vanim, trying to memorize her features; sure that he would never see her again. "Vanim, I have to go. Darkness is claiming me once more."
Vanim opened her eyes, just to see Fedriel fade in front of her eyes, a look of desperation upon his features. She tried to hold his hand, but it passed through, as he was no longer solid, but ethereal. Tears flowing, she looked at him before he faded completely. "I will find you, please do not lose hope. Return to this place as I will try to return as well."
She suddenly felt a hazy fog cover her eyes, feeling darkness envelop her. Fear gripped her heart; she did not know what to do. She did the only thing she could; she screamed and opened her eyes, finding herself in a sitting position on her bed."
The kwentra silenced once more, as the first rays of the new dawn peeked yet again into the Hall of Fire.
*mellonamin = my friend
A/N: Pleeeeeeeeeeease..... I'm craving for reviews. Is what keeps me writing, so I would love to hear from you, be it good or bad. What you think of this chapter? Good? Stinks? Let me know!!!!!