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Airerûthiel · 12-31-2002, 05:02 AM

Airerûthiel stopped suddenly, her pace slowing as she glanced around the woods. "What is it, friend?" asked Elentari, wondering why her new companion suddenly seemed so saddened. "Does something about the world of the Elves unsettle you?"

Airerûthiel shook her head. "It is nothing, only...I have great respect that my mother sacrificed her immortality, and her life in a place of such beauty, to be with the one she loved. I can remember my father's pet name for my mother was Tinúviel, after she of the Elven race that was so beautiful that Beren the son of Men was struck dumb when he first laid eyes on her." She sighed heavily and walked on, speaking softly to Sérë in Rohirric.

Elentari watched slowly as the daughter of two races walked away; she could sense that the lone Ranger's heart was heavy with the history of her mother's people that surrounded her. The Star-queen knew that the Eldar were hospitable and kind people, but she could not help pitying the Gondorian because of who her father was...

~*~*~*~*~

Airerûthiel heard the voices she recognised from the Green Dragon some way ahead. Mounting Sérë, she spoke to her bay stallion and the brown-eyed horse of the borderland of Men obediently trotted forward as quietly as a thief in the night. Up ahead the half-Elf could see two figures, a male Ranger and a female Elf from Mirkwood, and both had a horse with them.

Sérë whinnied and pawed the ground, and Airerûthiel hastily tried to quiet her mount, "Stille nu, faeste..." But it was too late. The two figures with the familiar voices were coming towards her.

~*~*~*~*~

"Do you hear the sound of a horse, Soronûmë?" asked Eruwen, glancing around the area in which the two Elves stood. Soronûmë nodded and glanced in the direction of a tree on the other side of the riverbank. Behind it he saw a dark-cloaked female figure dismount from her stallion and pull her hood over her head in one single fluid movement.

"There is someone there. Stay here with the horses; I shall go and investigate." An ancient tree stood nearby, its highest branch stretching across to just about meet with one of the tree behind which the figure was hiding. The male Elf climbed this as easily as a cat, creeping stealthily towards his goal. As he did so, Eruwen noticed that the figure was beginning to sneak around the front of the tree-trunk, possibly with the intention to head back down the path in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, the branch that Soronûmë was using as a foothold snapped slightly, causing the Elf to lose his footing. Eruwen winced for her friend as he fell to the ground in a sort of graceful way...with a Gondorian daughter of Elves and Men to break his fall.

~*~*~*~*~

THUD!!

"What was that sound?" asked Hreeza to the Elf-witch; Elentari merely shrugged and ran down the path after her friend, the sprite closely following her.

Soon the Rivendell Elf came to the riverbank, where she found a male Elf standing up and dusting himself down, muttering to himself as he cast a look of contempt at Airerûthiel. The Gondorian shook her head as a dog would after a bath and shakily got to her feet.

"Who are you, Ranger, and what are you doing in Mirkwood? This is Elven country; no Men walk in this part of Middle-earth with good reason." The male Elf cast a glance at the female of his kind across the water, who Elentari could see was trying very hard not to laugh despite the sadness she seemed to carry.

"I could ask the same question of you, my friend," replied Airerûthiel angrily, pulling back her hood. "And besides, I do have business here; my mother was a daughter of Mirkwood, and this is the land of my kin."

"Many mistake me for a Ranger, but I am more Elf than you will ever hope to be, daughter of two races." Soronûmë seemed to be ignoring the Elf-maiden's comment. "My name is Soronûmë, and my companion yonder is Eruwen. We are both Elves - do not insult me by calling me Ranger and making the mistake of many like yourself."

A flicker of recognition passed over the maid's face. "Did I not see you in conversation with Elwen in the Green Dragon some time ago? I had the pleasure of speaking with the star-maiden also, and any friend of hers is friend to me. My name is Airerûthiel, and I am the last of the Rocconinquë, a Shield-maiden of Gondor, the daughter of Elves and Men."

"And who, pray, are your friends?" asked Soronûmë, taking in Elentari and Hreeza. "One is of Elven kind, yes, but the other..." Hreeza's eyes flashed impatience at the Elf, a threatening expression and one that encouraged most to tread carefully in what they said to her.

"They are Elentari of Rivendell, and Hreeza," replied Airerûthiel. "And pray, tell me, where are you going? Like myself, you and Eruwen seem to be adventurers."

[ January 01, 2003: Message edited by: Airerûthiel ]

12-31-2002, 05:02 AM	#154
Airerûthiel Wight Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: The Long Lake Posts: 228	Airerûthiel stopped suddenly, her pace slowing as she glanced around the woods. "What is it, friend?" asked Elentari, wondering why her new companion suddenly seemed so saddened. "Does something about the world of the Elves unsettle you?" Airerûthiel shook her head. "It is nothing, only...I have great respect that my mother sacrificed her immortality, and her life in a place of such beauty, to be with the one she loved. I can remember my father's pet name for my mother was Tinúviel, after she of the Elven race that was so beautiful that Beren the son of Men was struck dumb when he first laid eyes on her." She sighed heavily and walked on, speaking softly to Sérë in Rohirric. Elentari watched slowly as the daughter of two races walked away; she could sense that the lone Ranger's heart was heavy with the history of her mother's people that surrounded her. The Star-queen knew that the Eldar were hospitable and kind people, but she could not help pitying the Gondorian because of who her father was... ~~~~~ Airerûthiel heard the voices she recognised from the Green Dragon some way ahead. Mounting Sérë, she spoke to her bay stallion and the brown-eyed horse of the borderland of Men obediently trotted forward as quietly as a thief in the night. Up ahead the half-Elf could see two figures, a male Ranger and a female Elf from Mirkwood, and both had a horse with them. Sérë whinnied and pawed the ground, and Airerûthiel hastily tried to quiet her mount, "Stille nu, faeste..." But it was too late. The two figures with the familiar voices were coming towards her. ~~~~~ "Do you hear the sound of a horse, Soronûmë?" asked Eruwen, glancing around the area in which the two Elves stood. Soronûmë nodded and glanced in the direction of a tree on the other side of the riverbank. Behind it he saw a dark-cloaked female figure dismount from her stallion and pull her hood over her head in one single fluid movement. "There is someone there. Stay here with the horses; I shall go and investigate." An ancient tree stood nearby, its highest branch stretching across to just about meet with one of the tree behind which the figure was hiding. The male Elf climbed this as easily as a cat, creeping stealthily towards his goal. As he did so, Eruwen noticed that the figure was beginning to sneak around the front of the tree-trunk, possibly with the intention to head back down the path in the opposite direction. Suddenly, the branch that Soronûmë was using as a foothold snapped slightly, causing the Elf to lose his footing. Eruwen winced for her friend as he fell to the ground in a sort of graceful way...with a Gondorian daughter of Elves and Men to break his fall. ~~~~~ THUD!! "What was that sound?" asked Hreeza to the Elf-witch; Elentari merely shrugged and ran down the path after her friend, the sprite closely following her. Soon the Rivendell Elf came to the riverbank, where she found a male Elf standing up and dusting himself down, muttering to himself as he cast a look of contempt at Airerûthiel. The Gondorian shook her head as a dog would after a bath and shakily got to her feet. "Who are you, Ranger, and what are you doing in Mirkwood? This is Elven country; no Men walk in this part of Middle-earth with good reason." The male Elf cast a glance at the female of his kind across the water, who Elentari could see was trying very hard not to laugh despite the sadness she seemed to carry. "I could ask the same question of you, my friend," replied Airerûthiel angrily, pulling back her hood. "And besides, I do have business here; my mother was a daughter of Mirkwood, and this is the land of my kin." "Many mistake me for a Ranger, but I am more Elf than you will ever hope to be, daughter of two races." Soronûmë seemed to be ignoring the Elf-maiden's comment. "My name is Soronûmë, and my companion yonder is Eruwen. We are both Elves - do not insult me by calling me Ranger and making the mistake of many like yourself." A flicker of recognition passed over the maid's face. "Did I not see you in conversation with Elwen in the Green Dragon some time ago? I had the pleasure of speaking with the star-maiden also, and any friend of hers is friend to me. My name is Airerûthiel, and I am the last of the Rocconinquë, a Shield-maiden of Gondor, the daughter of Elves and Men." "And who, pray, are your friends?" asked Soronûmë, taking in Elentari and Hreeza. "One is of Elven kind, yes, but the other..." Hreeza's eyes flashed impatience at the Elf, a threatening expression and one that encouraged most to tread carefully in what they said to her. "They are Elentari of Rivendell, and Hreeza," replied Airerûthiel. "And pray, tell me, where are you going? Like myself, you and Eruwen seem to be adventurers." [ January 01, 2003: Message edited by: Airerûthiel ] __________________ 'If they give you ruled paper, write the other way' - Juan Ramón Jiménez I love pirates!