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Author's note: hi guys! A great big Thank You for the follows/favourite and the reviewers from the last update ;) ok so time has passed and Ivoriel has grown. A lot. : D I am so so sorry about the delay in updating the network was down or something and I've lacked inspiration for a while now…
So in this chapter Ivoriel likes to sneak off with the guard patrol… she's not really allowed to but she does. Ntt ntt naughty. Also I've added another new character which hopefully you'll like ;)
Happy reading guys!
Ivoriel's POV
60 years later (almost a 'mature' elf if that's possible :D)
Black blood spluttered onto my dagger as I shoved it into the spider's skull. Its many beady eyes rolling into the back of its head. It gave a hideous squeal of pain. One of its legs jerked out catching me in the stomach. Which resulted in having been thrown of the branch I steadily stood on. The air whooshed out of me. I recovered quickly and grabbed onto a strong thread of spider web, it didn't break my fall but made it easier and less painful as I hit the ground making barely a sound. I didn't mind killing the spiders it was just the Orcs that made my skin crawl.
Our rounds were done and the other elves and I headed back to our homes in the realm. Another patrol would take our place.
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It was dusk as I climbed up the great tree. My foot finding familiar footing in the bark as I quietly hoisted myself onto a branch. The snow made it a tad slippery but I made sure I was careful not to disturb any of the flurries of white stuff that blanketed the tree. I was just aching to throw at unsuspecting passing elves. I giggled quietly. Oh just imagine their faces. But I couldn't I might get found out! After all I am still in my armour... try as they might they cannot see me. I chuckled.
I looked up as the snow fell down around me in an elegant dance and landing on my shoulders and hair. I scaled across the branches and cautiously stepped through my open window and into my bed chambers. I was only gone for a few days; hopefully Malenor didn't find my absence suspicious. I cringed as I reopened my split lip. As I concentrated I felt it heal. Silently I hid my leather clad armour and shoes all the way at the back in my wardrobe. I will clean them later. I guess it was only a matter of time before Malenor and Aewenel find out that I unofficially joined the guard. Well ok that's putting it nicely; Malenor would spit fire if he found out.
I cleaned myself up and pulled a pearly white dress over my head. I ran a wooden comb through my hair, which now flowed to the bottom of my back. It's colour not changing much since I was littler. It shined like pure silver and went down to my waist. Aewenel always said I was very beautiful but I could never see it. As I looked into the mirror I saw a very prominent smudge of dirt on my nose. I washed it away with a damp cloth and skipped innocently out my bedroom door, like I haven't been in the forest with a patrol killing spiders and other foul things alike. Hopefully the captain won't realise and tell anyone. Or worse my adoptive parents. I shudder at the thought. I rounded a corner and at the end of the room I spotted Aewenel sitting on a stone carved bench which was very light in colour. I silently snuck up behind her, carefully controlling the small swish of my dress. My face neared the back of her head preparing to blow a puff of air into her ear.
"Do not even think about it." Aewenel said calmly, she never even looked up from her book.
"I do not know what you are talking about, Naneth." I said as casually as I could, straightening up before she could see. She tuned and stared at me her hazel eyes, though clouded with amusement set on my face seriously. I smiled innocently at her. Anyone else would have bought it but not her. I knew she wasn't my real mother but she was close enough and I loved her like my own. So it never really bothered me.
"Malenor wishes to see you." She added gently patting my shoulder.
"Why?" I asked instantly suspicious, making her laugh but she just waved my question away.
"Go and see." She said well naturedly, turning back to her book. I continued down the corridor and headed for the healing rooms. But fate had other ideas. Gwaenor my older 'brother' by at least 80 years leaned against the stone carved wall outside of the chambers. It looked as though he were waiting for me. He still wore his armour the same I had on not so long ago. He was on the same watch with the guards as me, unfortunately.
"Is anyone taking Estennil to the Mereth en Iveril helke and I promise I will not out you to Adar that you have been going on patrols if you tell me." He said giving me a grin as he leaned against the door frame. Ah his undying love for Estennil. I almost snickered.
"Go on then tell everyone, but if you do I will tell Estennil of how obsessed you are with her and how much you want her to carry your babies." I chuckled wickedly while calling 'Auta miqula orqu!' (Go kiss an orc!) Over my shoulder and raced off into the healing chambers laughing. He grumbled and followed me. I won that round but it would never be over.
Malenor stood from the table that had fresh herbs and ingredient on. He opened his arms for me as I went into them, snuggling my head into his chest.
"Vanimle sila tiri, little one." (Your beauty shines brightly) he said softly placing a gently kiss on my head. I pulled away as he released me. He turned to Gwaenor.
"Gwaenor! How was your outing with the patrol?" he asked happily, clasping him on his firm shoulder.
"It was well, Adar." Gwaenor said, glancing at me. I wagged my eyebrows at him while giving him a smirk from behind Adar. Hmm seems I had injured his ego.
"Naneth said you wanted to see us?" Gwaenor asked making casual conversation.
"Oh yes. The king has requested we dine with him this evening for dinner…" Malenor said.
"And I want you two on your best behaviour." He added putting great emphasis on his wording. We grudgingly nodded in agreement. Dinner with the king again. He never appears for dinner.
"Gwaenor, you had better go and get ready. You're filthy!" Malenor said making me snicker. Gwaenor pretended to sniff himself and smirked. I watched him leave out the doors.
"I have something for you." Malenor said quietly and pulled out a very light parcel wrapped in cloth. I already knew what it was but I opened it anyway in appreciation. It was a very beautiful dark blue silk dress, with intricate silver lining and detailed embroidering. I smiled in appreciation of the fine fabric. I thanked him and hugged him once more.
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My reflection twirled. The pretty dress fanning out. It felt so good to be clean and fresh again. Something easily appreciated.
"What do you think, Naneth?" I asked Aewenel. She smiled adoringly at me.
"You look very beautiful." She said stepping closer to me with a comb. I sat down with her as she ran the comb gently through my hair. I signed peacefully at the relaxing sensation.
"Aewenel?" I asked quietly. The strokes of the comb paused.
"Yes, Melamin?" (My love) she asked curiously, pulling the hair near my ears into a small braid. My ears poked out now.
"There is someone that has been following me. He always passes me even in the most unlikely of places. It worries me." I said nervously.
"There is no need to worry but take caution, do you know who it is?" She said after a moment of silence.
"Hatholon! And he is one of the kings council members." I exclaimed. Aewenel giggled.
"Perhaps he likes you?" she said humorously. I turned my head and gave her a playful glare. She let out a peal of laughter.
"If he does he has a strange way of showing it." I grumbled making Aewenel go red in the cheeks from laughing so much.
Suddenly we heard a snort behind us.
"Are you ladies done?" Gwaenor simpered sarcastically. Aewenel let out one last laugh and stroked her son's cheek. I stood up and Gwaenor's eyes lit up.
"You look very pretty, Ivoriel!" he said surprising me with a complement.
"Well so do you." I answered cheerfully. I looked him over he wore similar colours to me only silver robes with dark blue detailing. It suited his gold hair.
"Adar has already left… shall we?" he asked holding hand for me to take just like he used to do when I was littler.
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I smiled mischievously at Gwaenor, across the dinner table Malenor notices and gives us a stern look before being dragged back into conversation with one of the king's councillors again.
"So, how does Hatholon fare?" Gwaenor asked me cheekily successfully wiping the smile of my face. I gave him an icy stare. Hatholon was arrogant and haughty. And was also one of the king's councillors. Who seems to have taken an interest in me. I was polite to him but I secretly loathed him. He always seemed to cross me in the halls or in passing in rooms. But if Gwaenor knew his stalkerish behaviour frightened me to some extent, the over protect fullness would kick in.
I threw a pea at his stupid smug face across the table when no one was looking. It bounced off his hair. Or so I thought, I glanced around to make sure no one had seen only to catch the King looking directly at me. Everyone were deep in conversation, except the king. Who appeared to be looking at her somewhat emotionlessly, with a small hint of amusement in his eyes. Gwaenor looked to the head of the table. A muscle in his jaw twitched in annoyance as he spotted Hatholon speaking to Thranduil. But he appeared not to be interested.
I looked away in embarrassment at being caught. I caught Gwaenor flashing a smirk at me. I couldn't resist kicking him in the shin in retaliation. I happily noted the smirk turning into a pained grimace. I smiled into the rim of my wine glass.
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It had been hours after the dinner, I still remained in the dress I wore to it. I looked up into the canopy of trees. I wished desperately that I could see the stars from here. It was my favourite spot to sit and relax. The trees' leaves glittered with fallen snow and sheltered the cold ground. My ears perked at the gentle foot fall of someone approaching. I turned slowly. Dreading and hoping beyond hope it wasn't Hatholon. I almost laughed in relief as I saw that it wasn't him but my stomach quickly dropped into a nervous weight as I noticed who it actually was. Thranduil.
Mereth en Iveril helke - Feast of crystal ice
I tried to make this chapter a bit longer, my attempt to make up for the delay in updates. I apologise if any of the translations are wrong if so don't bite my head off :D ok I lied there were three new characters, it just… sort of happened…
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