Chapter: 3
Disclaimer: I think I went over this last chapter, I own everything Tolkien did because I bribed the supreme court of law with chocolates and law doesn't work in my country anyways unless you count the little green men…don't tell them what I did!
Somebody lurkes in the shadows just waiting to strike……
Everything in bold is lumenorean from now on
Revelations
Gwen watched as the coast of Lumenor came closer with anticipation. She had waited anxiously for five days. The ferry was comfortable enough, but they had somehow caught a storm and had been delayed.
The breeze of the sea, the call of the gulls, and most of all the anticipation and the desire to get her own boat and feel free in the sea, were strong. Lumenoreans specialized in sailing, fishing and shipbuilding and the pull of the sea was strong in them. There were legends in which it was said that Lumenoreans came from the sea in times of war to be there in case they were needed. Though to Gwen all of this sounded strange and stupid, since her people were not bellicose at all, they were simple, humble and happy…sometimes too happy, if the drinking said anything about them, and had never in many generations felt the need of war. (Even if it meant avoiding the military recruiters)
'The Mariner's Wife', the ferry Gwen was ridding, docked on shore. When Gwen looked up she was surprised to see her grandmother on shore, though soon after she forgot about that and ran down to meet her elder.
"Grandma!" She said as she hugged said person.
"Careful now, ya know I'm not what I used ta be little one!" said a chuckling old lady with a slightly Irish tilt to her voice, as she hugged her granddaughter.
"I missed you so much, grandma" she whispered, then she separated from their hug and said in a normal tone of voice. "How have you been? And tell me, how did you know I was coming? I didn't tell anybody I was coming here" Except Hussein, but he doesn't count
"My child, ya know I won't tell ya, tis' my small secret eh?- she said, eyes twinkling.
"Lets get ya inside so you can say hello to your aunt Pecker"
"Aunt Pecker's here?" she said as her smile broadened.
Her grandmother smiled as she led her granddaughter up the stairs, to the house. Gwen smiled as she saw her aunt cooking with her back to the door; she did not appear to notice that there were more people in the house. Gwen put a finger to her mouth to tell her grandmother to be quiet and tip-toed to hug her aunt from behind.
"Ai!" she exclaimed as she turned around, but soon was smiling "My little Nih!" she said as she hugged her niece. Nih was a nickname and it meant sea. Gwen never really knew why it was that aunt Pecker called her that way, but she lived with it. "You look more like your father every day" she sadly said, confusing Gwen as to why.
Nobody really talked about her father. All she had were assumptions and the piece of cloth her mother sometimes took out and got that sad and angry look on her face when she thought no one was looking. Gwen assumed that she looked like her father as well, because she looked nothing like her mother. People on the streets never thought she was her mother and were surprised when they found out they were mother and daughter by blood and that Gwen was not adopted. While her mother's eyes were blue, hers were a dark grey, almost black. While her mother's hair was red, hers was mud brown. And while her mother had white pale skin, hers was a tanned brown. Not even their features were alike. Her nose, mouth, the shape of the eyebrows, nothing was alike except the shape of the face. That is, they were nothing alike except in the eyes, except for the color, they were identical. When people started to look for similarities between them, (which happened often) they would look at their eyes and accept they were actually related.
"Naaka pol chouchou-tan?" (You knew my father?) she said in a small voice, almost a whisper
"Uue" (Yes) said aunt Pecker in the same tone, half formed tears in her eyes.
"Enough!" said Gwen's grandmother "You shall know why you were called here soon"
A/N: wow! That took soo long to write! The memory stick in which I had written this got lost (at least to me). Then I went to one of my mother's offices and found it. Apparently she thought it was hers because she has one that's just like mine :S.lol.That and im lazy
About the question of what is Lumenor, I think I cleared it in this chapter, but anyhow, it is the island, or more like archipelagos, where Gwen and her family are from originally and it is also a different country, ruled by their own rules, but more about it is explained later in the story. Have a good day!