Translations basically are;
-Silme; moonlight
-Thalion; is the name translation for Bijan, which name means 'hero'
-Dae-Galad; Daeshadow, and Galadlight, so my rough translation is Shadow-light (yes, it's pretty sad but like I said my elvish skills are not that great, so sorry if it's quite rough)
-Erulissë; grace
-Mára aurë; hello
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The soft light that grew from the trees was faint, it shone gray in the darkness, bouncing off the leaves off the trees and entering the thoughts of the Silme. Hearts and minds, both keen and alike, moved in one as they wondered through the pathways of their home. Forgotten, unwilling, unwanted.
Thalion Dae-Galad watched as the remainder of his company moved softly in and out through the trees. Their faces hidden by shadow, wrought with pain and fear. He watched as their mouths moved softly, each wondering down a tune of the forgotten. They were the Silme, departed from the Úmanyar, part of the Moriquendi of old…
He could feel their fading with each passing moon, with each ripple of a stream. He knew that their dusk was upon them. But he also knew that none of them regretted their choice. They were to stay here. A force to be reckoned with even in their weakened state. He feared more that now, they would be reckoned with. A shadow grew at his heart.
Once an elf of a darker wood, he felt no allegiance to his kin, nor to his prince now that the other elves had passed. He was, for a time free, and all though he would like to recollect and share in times of old he could not bring himself to travel the lands in search of him, though he had heard that he and some others had settled in the woods of Ithilien. He could not bring himself to leave these people, these Silme.
Once they had all been strangers to each other, only linked by a passage and choice of mind. But they had learned to live together. Learned to love together. Learned to trust together. Learned to be, together, as one. As a small, cut off colony that lived in-between the mouths of the Erui and the Sirith Rivers, settled in a small forested area of the White Mountains.
Keeping to themselves they had avoided all detection from humans who had settled along the rivers after the War of the Ring. Elves from the Kingdom of Lothlorien had long ago mastered the skill of crafting in the trees. Between all of them their rag-tag group had created a small, unique, and secret home, deep in the woods. They lifted their hopes and dreams with each chime of laughter, with each bough that they raised, each plant that they tended.
And now, as Thalion looked upon the home of his Silme he smiled with wonder. They had come from so little... "Dae-Galad..?" called a voice. He swiveled around to find Saerwen standing at the door. Her blonde hair cascaded around her green gown as she stood facing him. Her brown eyes seemed both troubled and overjoyed as she stood by the light of the stars. "Naerfren and the others... They have returned!"
"Thank the valor! How are they? Are there many wounded?" he asked as he strode towards her. His dark locks following in place.
"Not but cuts and bruises, as far as I can tell! They will all fade! But some of them spilt up due to Harad on the fringes of the river. Tell me, why were they sent? We have no dealings with those of that township?" Saerwen asked quizzically.
Thalion looked hesitant as he pulled a cloak over his muscled frame. "None that you know of, Saerwen, but can you tell me who spilt up?" his mysterious tone replaced with genuine concern.
Saerwen looked to him with disdain for his secrets, but he ignored her look and swept out from the chamber. Sighing she followed him out and matched his pace, trying to keep up with him. "No I can't. It was one of the few times Asnae didn't waken me." Thalion nodded his head as he climbed down a flight of steps leading to Erulissë, the main pavilion of the Silme settlement.
Vines intertwined over the climbing poles and branches that stretched over the large flat platform that rose out of a great tree. Small, swindling lights cast faded gray and blue shadows across the room, scented with a fresh breeze and swaying in the wind. "Mára aurë Dae-Galad," said a tall elf as he sunk briefly to his knees, "I bring both bad and good news. But I fear we have been separated from a few of our company and we have not seen them since our departure…" His raven-black hair swept briefly over his face and across his ears as he rose.
His features were well-defined, noble even. He had clear looking glass eyes that were tinted blue; his face was set in a grim mood, as though his returning would bring naught but trouble. He was garbed in a robe of green with brown leggings and deep-chestnut boots. His bow was grasped firmly in his hand all thought his arrow was kept in his quiver which lay stretched across his back.
"What is the news?" asked Thalion quickly, walking with speed towards the small company. Naerfren, the elf who just spoke, strode forwards, taking the world in his stride. "Let us hear the good news first, shall we?" said Thalion, posing a faint smile. Naerfren nodded and turned to away from his company.
"The good news is that I do not believe the Harad caught wind of us from the village. The man you spoke of, Dunlath, was relocated to Ithilien with his company. His family had no knowledge of us." spoke Naerfren quickly.
"Thank goodness… Had they discovered us… I fear to think of what they would have done…" Dae-Galad said, relief filling his voice.
"But... The bad news is that the village was completely destroyed. There is little more than an outer-palisade and a town hall left. They will need to rebuild. In their efforts, they will need wood. That will lead them to the forest, which will in turn lead them to us. We must be… wary and cautious in the coming months. Men will enter the forest daily. We must dim our lights and quiet our singing. Double our efforts to maintain the border."
"Ah... That will not be easy. We have barely any captains as it is... Let alone enough to double the patrols. Naerfren, you have long been a friend of mine, I trust your judgment. What would you have us do..?"
"I would say that we may not have many in our colony, but there are some that are more worthy of a military effort than you would think…"
"Please, I do not follow... We have all of our best out there, who are you thinking of...?"
"Not all, I think of Isilwen Táralóm…"
"And yet she mourns for her loss…"
"I do not think that she is mourning my friend, I think that she is waiting."
'Naerfren… What are you on about? Waiting for what?"
"A golden door of light that appears every so often. The door of opportunity. I believe that maybe, for her, we can leave that door ajar."
"She sings… I do not know if we can hold her to a bow…" Their voices had by this time drawn into a coarse whisper as they set their way around Erulissë. They had drawn into one another, each others ideas ringing preposterously in their heads.
"We can… She has held her fathers bow since she was young… She has proved herself worthy when the Harad stumbled upon your Saerwen in the woods. She can hold, better perhaps even than you and I! Thalion! Trust in me…"
"I do Naerfren… And although I have not the faith in her that you do we shall call her to the field tomorrow. It is time for her mourning to end…" Naerfren smiled and nodded as they both walked back to Erulissë. Thalion made his way over to Saerwen and whispered quietly to her as not to alert the others, "Replenish Naerfren and his company's supplies… they are going after those they separated with… oh and Saerwen… Send for Isilwen, the singer. We would request her to meet us tomorrow here…"
Saerwen looked confused but nodded, and started to leave. But Thalion grabbed her wrist, "And Saerwen… keep this secret…"
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Hey folks! I know! My chapters are getting really short, but it means that I have more of them up quicker. I hope you liked this one. I am starting to introduce characters now. I will probably run 4 chapters through each character before switching, but no worries, you'll find out what happens to Erenis soon enough! All the characters should have interloping problems and/or situations, so if you look carefully, you can get the idea of what's going on with the other character by the information the people in this chapter carry. Thanks for reading this, it means a lot, I hope to hear from you soon!
-Felarof