An: j.r.r. tolkien's world twisted to my wicked imagination of the elven realm before the hobbit
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*thêl neth means young sister in sindarian, *meleth nîn means my love.
Tauriel
"Where in the blazes are you, Tauriel?" she called out to her younger sibling, not able to fathom as to where the tall child could have been hiding in such a small place. Slowly she removed her green overcoat, slipping it off her shoulders and onto the ivory chair closest to the door. Walking to the navy blue room she shared with her sister, she made sure to blow the candle lights out methodically, one by one. Eilianneth wondered if the striking red head was already curled up in bed- most likely hogging the bed sheets as she had for all of their lives.
She knocked once against the solid oak entrance and stepped inside. Knowing better than to ask, Tauriel did not inquire as to where her older role model had been for the past few hours. Instead, the sisters met each other's murky green eyes that mimicked the dark forest that surrounded them.
"You're tired, sister. Has Thranduil truly been over working you this much that you spend your nights patrolling?" Tauriel stated, going as so far to dare her sister to object to the premise that she had been working and not fooling around.
The last candle in the small apartment flickered, casted eerie shadows about the room. It hinted to a dark presence watching over them, yet it was nigh on impossible for anything wicked to be so far into the elves' guarded fortress. Both their ears twitched for a moment- believing they had heard a noise, yet not wanting to pause the conversation.
"Legolas does most of the work, and I delegate much to the younger soldiers- I am not so busy, sister, not truly. You, however, look like you have stretched yourself thin training. There cannot possibly be such creatures out in Mirkwood that present a large challenge to you. They are easy prey, and simple practice, are they not?"
With a grimace, Tauriel's nose scrunched tightly. "The spiders out there have been more aggressive of late. I don't know why, but suddenly there seem to be even more of them- which I'm sure you're well aware of, Miss Captain of the Guard," she teased her sister of her new position.
"Hush now, and go to sleep. We'll converse more in the morning, if you wish," she replied, rolling her eyes at the jab.
Eilianneth blew out the last candle, and the room was instantly shrouded in darkness. The wooden drawers were outlined in the silvery moonlight peering through the small, round window facing north, and the beds were in covered by the gloom in the corners. She lay in the bed opposite to her beloved sibling and set aside the problems of the giant arachnids for the new morn. "Goodnight, thêl neth."
A pan clattered to the floor, waking the sleeping elf in the next room, as Eilianneth attempted to make breakfast for them. "I give up!" she whispered in frustration, leaning her forehead against the marble countertop in defeat. Suddenly a soft chuckle emerged from the doorway, and a pair of glittering silver eyes stared at the clumsy girl. He moved swiftly across the moss colored rug and picked up the black pan from the floor; along with it's spilled guts. "Thank you." Her cheeks turned scarlet again- completely mortified that he had seen her failure at cooking.
Legolas tapped her on the shoulder and motioned for her to sit and started where she left off, adding bacon and eggs to the pan while removing the charred bits. She passed her way through the small room and into the bright bedroom, planning to awaken her sister. "Are you awake?" Her pale knuckles pattered at the door. "Legolas is here helping me with breakfast," and she couldn't help but smile softly at his name, "and we'll be leaving soon." The only noise coming from the room was a grunt acknowledging that she had been heard.
Before walking to the kitchen again, she paused against the door and took a deep breath. Just as she picked up her pace, her short red hair swinging by her shoulders, she heard pounding at the door and two deep voices. "Thranduil…requested…two…" was all she was able to hear considering they were whispering. Once the door clicked shut, she returned to the living room and sat at the table. "What was that about?" she curiously asked, barely moving as he set food before her.
"Tauriel isn't coming?" To which she shook her head in a firm no- they both knew her sister could be a tad lazy, to put it nicely. "Well, father requests to see us in an hour. The guard didn't mention about what, but I can assume it's about the spiders and to increase the number of people per patrol," he said, a wavering tone of nonchalance echoing behind his words. "Nothing to be worried about." Eilianneth's discomfort at being summoned was more than obvious to the empathetic elf as he observed her- he didn't want her to think they were in trouble when they most likely weren't. "Now eat, meleth nîn."
"Yes, of course. Things we should have done ages ago, as I suggested," she rubbed in. She had wanted to increase the patrol considerably, especially outside of the palace, but Legolas had disagreed. He was too stubborn to ever consider change. Her eyes widened considerably as she heard his last few words- at the liberties he had taken by calling her that. Even if they were only in shared quarters, Tauriel could have overheard. "Stop that nonsense, Legolas. You know she cannot discover such things- no one must know. If she tells, even on accident… our next meeting with your father might concern my exile instead."
A floorboard creaked which went unnoticed by the pair- both completely encompassed in their own world as a silent Tauriel heard most everything they said.