Of Bows, Arrows and Elven Lore
Hi!! This is my first shot at writing a LOTR fic. I hope you like it. Boy oh boy, I sound like one of those sweet little girls who write sweet little fics. Well I'm not! BWA HAHAHA!! I write twisted fics and I hope you like it!!! Be warned though, I lose interest quickly. So, if you want me to go on, R/R now or you might never see the second chapter..
PS-Oh yeah, I like using Elvish and olden English. So, hope you enjoy.
I don't own any characters of Tolkien. All I own is the same birthday as his and Ellisya and Ellesildar and Lorendallion!! If you wanna use them, ask me first or I'll eat you for lunch.
1. At the Break of Dawn.
The day was not yet dawn. The sky was still caught in between night and morning. In the trees, the chirping of the birds was the welcome for a new day. All was still and silent until.
THUNK! An arrow struck the practice target seconds before another arrow hit the target next to it. The two owners of the arrows walked up to their various targets to retrieve their arrows and to compare their shot. The older of the two reached his target first, pushing back his brown hair in order to observe his shot.
"Well, your shot is still much slower than mine, lerathari ae Ellisya," he remarked teasingly to the girl who was reaching her arrow.
"That may be true, therandor but mine was dead center, unlike yours which veered off to the left."
"Ah Ellisya, how you mock me," the man said, ruffling his younger sister's raven hair. She squealed indignantly. "You forget who had to smuggle you in here, haven't you? Lerath que veleisar renh thenerath."
"Ye telasverie saredun lles lerath uvas ve, Ellesildar," Ellisya shot back. "As we were descended from the Elves of the Lorien I should have the right to come here. It's not fair that a woman is not allowed to learn of the art that is our heritage."
"It's hard to believe that you are so taken with this skill that is the right of the men but." Ellesildar laughed heartily, "It is good to know that our heritage runs deep, even in the veins of our womenfolk."
"Resant enren hecesar emaris resant vie yarun," Ellisya quoted, grinning. "The tie of family is small compared to the tie of blood."
"Yes indeed and I can see that the trait of stubbornness indeed runs in our blood," A voice from behind was heard. Ellesildar and Ellisya turned around guiltily to face their father, Lorendallion, adviser to the king.
"Ai na vedui, arnath," Ellesildar spoke.
"Ai na vedui, arnath," echoed Ellisya.
"Ai na vedui, ae vares," Lorendallion said. He looked at his children sternly. " King Thandruil has offered us a place in his castle to stay and yet you still run around like young children of 500. Ellesildar, you have just turned 5600 this year, have you not?"
"Yes, arnath," muttered Ellesildar.
"And Ellisya, you have reached the age where you are no longer a child but a woman of 4900. Have you two any idea where are we now?"
"In the archery grounds of Prince Legolas," they murmured obediently.
"And who is Prince Legolas?" Ellisya felt a strong urge to say, "I don't know" but bit her tongue instead. "The Prince of Mirkwood."
"Exactly. So why are you two here at this time of morning?"
At this, Ellesildar could contain himself no longer. "But father, we need a place to train."
"What about the public training grounds?"
Ellesildar scoffed. "The public training grounds? I'd rather not. Father, you know that the best archery ground in this whole city is here. Besides, Ellisya needs her training. She is too good to give it up. See her arrow, how true it struck the board. With just a little training."
"Enough." Lorendallion looked at his daughter standing defiant beside her brother. "Ellisya," he said quietly. " Go and prove your brother's words right."
Ellisya walked across to the field and stood about thirty feet from the target. Tugging at her light gown of green to pull it out of the way, she readied herself. At her father nod, she pulled out an arrow from her quiver, drew her bow and let loose the arrow in one swift motion. The arrow flew towards the target, gaining speed. THUNK!! Another bulls eye.
"Indeed, mellethen, your skill is vast. Your skill rivals that of our prince if not for the speed."
"Yes, papa. I know my weaknesses well, yet am not able to improve it. I am sorry."
"No need, mellethen. Already your skills rival your brother in aim. Yet his skill in drawing the bow is greater than yours. Together, perhaps you could teach each other."
"Yes, father." Their hearts rose in their chests. Could this mean.
"If you come here before the sunrise, you should be able to avoid being caught. Train well and maybe you two will be able to become Master Archers someday."
"Master Archers?!.."
Lorendallion smiled. "Your mother had a great love for the bow as well. You two take after her." The he straightened up. "Quickly, train now. The hours before the sun rises are few." With that, he strode off.
"I thought we would have been scolded," Ellisya whispered, awed at her father's praise.
"He won't. He knows our heritage as archers shouldn't be taken lightly," replied her brother. "Enough of this idle chatter! You wish to learn the skill of the bow? Well, come. Our hours are not many. Prince Legolas will be coming at the crack of dawn and we mustn't be here by then."
"I haven't seen Prince Legolas since we arrived here. How is that?" Ellisya asked as she drew close to the shooting area.
"When we arrived, I believe he was on the great Quest to destroy the Ring with the legendary Fellowship. After that, I think maybe your eyes were glued to the bow not to have seen him wandering around."
"But how can I not noticed him in three years?? Surely I must have at least caught a glimpse of him?" Ellisya protested.
"Well, I can warrant that your eyes at least gaze upon only one thing: your bow." Ellesildar laughed. " I do understand, however, your infatuation with it."
Ellisya lovingly stroked the bow. " Yein mear qun asr," she whispered. Then, wishing to hide her emotions, she quickly drew an arrow and shot. The arrow sunk itself just beside the centre of the target.
"A good shot," Ellesildar said, "but for the drawing. The fingers should be bent, like so and the hand drawn back, like this." He fired his own arrow and it bit the bulls eye.
"You show me much skill yet your aim devours precious time as well, therandor. Always remember, train your eye on the target and the bow will follow behind."
Ellesildar laughed. " Theren cies aevar sih velares. We shall teach each other and with practice, we shall soon gain what we have dreamt about."
The hours before dawn had slowly flown but the two young archers didn't notice the sun peeking out from behind the clouds.
Suddenly, Ellesildar's ears heard something from the directions of the castle. "Ellisya? Do you hear that?"
Ellisya was too focused on her bow to heed her brother. "It was probably your imagination."
"No no!! See, over there. An Elf is coming with a Man. We must not be found here." He dragged his sister into the nearby trees.
"But our arrows."
"Still you think about the arrows when our lives could be forfeit?"
"I don't believe we will lose our lives just by trespassing on training grounds."
"You are young and know nothing yet. Hush, here they come. Ellisya, you're the better shot. Draw your bow should they attack us."
Ellisya drew an arrow from her quiver and fitted it to the string. Slowly, the two people came nearer.
Ai na vedui- welcome Lerathari ae- My little sister Therandor- Big brother Lerath que veleisar renh tenerath-The younger have no respect for the elder
Ye telasverie saredun lles lerath uvas ve- You as the elder should respect the younger
Arnath- Father Ae vares-My dear children
Mellethen- Daughter
Yein mear tun asr-My mother's bow
Theren cies aevar sih velares- The young teach the old.
Master Archer- Archers who have extended their skill as so to be taken into the King's services to lead the army archers in times of need. This is a great honor as there are only a few of these Archers who manage to pass the requirements needed.
Hi!! This is my first shot at writing a LOTR fic. I hope you like it. Boy oh boy, I sound like one of those sweet little girls who write sweet little fics. Well I'm not! BWA HAHAHA!! I write twisted fics and I hope you like it!!! Be warned though, I lose interest quickly. So, if you want me to go on, R/R now or you might never see the second chapter..
PS-Oh yeah, I like using Elvish and olden English. So, hope you enjoy.
I don't own any characters of Tolkien. All I own is the same birthday as his and Ellisya and Ellesildar and Lorendallion!! If you wanna use them, ask me first or I'll eat you for lunch.
1. At the Break of Dawn.
The day was not yet dawn. The sky was still caught in between night and morning. In the trees, the chirping of the birds was the welcome for a new day. All was still and silent until.
THUNK! An arrow struck the practice target seconds before another arrow hit the target next to it. The two owners of the arrows walked up to their various targets to retrieve their arrows and to compare their shot. The older of the two reached his target first, pushing back his brown hair in order to observe his shot.
"Well, your shot is still much slower than mine, lerathari ae Ellisya," he remarked teasingly to the girl who was reaching her arrow.
"That may be true, therandor but mine was dead center, unlike yours which veered off to the left."
"Ah Ellisya, how you mock me," the man said, ruffling his younger sister's raven hair. She squealed indignantly. "You forget who had to smuggle you in here, haven't you? Lerath que veleisar renh thenerath."
"Ye telasverie saredun lles lerath uvas ve, Ellesildar," Ellisya shot back. "As we were descended from the Elves of the Lorien I should have the right to come here. It's not fair that a woman is not allowed to learn of the art that is our heritage."
"It's hard to believe that you are so taken with this skill that is the right of the men but." Ellesildar laughed heartily, "It is good to know that our heritage runs deep, even in the veins of our womenfolk."
"Resant enren hecesar emaris resant vie yarun," Ellisya quoted, grinning. "The tie of family is small compared to the tie of blood."
"Yes indeed and I can see that the trait of stubbornness indeed runs in our blood," A voice from behind was heard. Ellesildar and Ellisya turned around guiltily to face their father, Lorendallion, adviser to the king.
"Ai na vedui, arnath," Ellesildar spoke.
"Ai na vedui, arnath," echoed Ellisya.
"Ai na vedui, ae vares," Lorendallion said. He looked at his children sternly. " King Thandruil has offered us a place in his castle to stay and yet you still run around like young children of 500. Ellesildar, you have just turned 5600 this year, have you not?"
"Yes, arnath," muttered Ellesildar.
"And Ellisya, you have reached the age where you are no longer a child but a woman of 4900. Have you two any idea where are we now?"
"In the archery grounds of Prince Legolas," they murmured obediently.
"And who is Prince Legolas?" Ellisya felt a strong urge to say, "I don't know" but bit her tongue instead. "The Prince of Mirkwood."
"Exactly. So why are you two here at this time of morning?"
At this, Ellesildar could contain himself no longer. "But father, we need a place to train."
"What about the public training grounds?"
Ellesildar scoffed. "The public training grounds? I'd rather not. Father, you know that the best archery ground in this whole city is here. Besides, Ellisya needs her training. She is too good to give it up. See her arrow, how true it struck the board. With just a little training."
"Enough." Lorendallion looked at his daughter standing defiant beside her brother. "Ellisya," he said quietly. " Go and prove your brother's words right."
Ellisya walked across to the field and stood about thirty feet from the target. Tugging at her light gown of green to pull it out of the way, she readied herself. At her father nod, she pulled out an arrow from her quiver, drew her bow and let loose the arrow in one swift motion. The arrow flew towards the target, gaining speed. THUNK!! Another bulls eye.
"Indeed, mellethen, your skill is vast. Your skill rivals that of our prince if not for the speed."
"Yes, papa. I know my weaknesses well, yet am not able to improve it. I am sorry."
"No need, mellethen. Already your skills rival your brother in aim. Yet his skill in drawing the bow is greater than yours. Together, perhaps you could teach each other."
"Yes, father." Their hearts rose in their chests. Could this mean.
"If you come here before the sunrise, you should be able to avoid being caught. Train well and maybe you two will be able to become Master Archers someday."
"Master Archers?!.."
Lorendallion smiled. "Your mother had a great love for the bow as well. You two take after her." The he straightened up. "Quickly, train now. The hours before the sun rises are few." With that, he strode off.
"I thought we would have been scolded," Ellisya whispered, awed at her father's praise.
"He won't. He knows our heritage as archers shouldn't be taken lightly," replied her brother. "Enough of this idle chatter! You wish to learn the skill of the bow? Well, come. Our hours are not many. Prince Legolas will be coming at the crack of dawn and we mustn't be here by then."
"I haven't seen Prince Legolas since we arrived here. How is that?" Ellisya asked as she drew close to the shooting area.
"When we arrived, I believe he was on the great Quest to destroy the Ring with the legendary Fellowship. After that, I think maybe your eyes were glued to the bow not to have seen him wandering around."
"But how can I not noticed him in three years?? Surely I must have at least caught a glimpse of him?" Ellisya protested.
"Well, I can warrant that your eyes at least gaze upon only one thing: your bow." Ellesildar laughed. " I do understand, however, your infatuation with it."
Ellisya lovingly stroked the bow. " Yein mear qun asr," she whispered. Then, wishing to hide her emotions, she quickly drew an arrow and shot. The arrow sunk itself just beside the centre of the target.
"A good shot," Ellesildar said, "but for the drawing. The fingers should be bent, like so and the hand drawn back, like this." He fired his own arrow and it bit the bulls eye.
"You show me much skill yet your aim devours precious time as well, therandor. Always remember, train your eye on the target and the bow will follow behind."
Ellesildar laughed. " Theren cies aevar sih velares. We shall teach each other and with practice, we shall soon gain what we have dreamt about."
The hours before dawn had slowly flown but the two young archers didn't notice the sun peeking out from behind the clouds.
Suddenly, Ellesildar's ears heard something from the directions of the castle. "Ellisya? Do you hear that?"
Ellisya was too focused on her bow to heed her brother. "It was probably your imagination."
"No no!! See, over there. An Elf is coming with a Man. We must not be found here." He dragged his sister into the nearby trees.
"But our arrows."
"Still you think about the arrows when our lives could be forfeit?"
"I don't believe we will lose our lives just by trespassing on training grounds."
"You are young and know nothing yet. Hush, here they come. Ellisya, you're the better shot. Draw your bow should they attack us."
Ellisya drew an arrow from her quiver and fitted it to the string. Slowly, the two people came nearer.
Ai na vedui- welcome Lerathari ae- My little sister Therandor- Big brother Lerath que veleisar renh tenerath-The younger have no respect for the elder
Ye telasverie saredun lles lerath uvas ve- You as the elder should respect the younger
Arnath- Father Ae vares-My dear children
Mellethen- Daughter
Yein mear tun asr-My mother's bow
Theren cies aevar sih velares- The young teach the old.
Master Archer- Archers who have extended their skill as so to be taken into the King's services to lead the army archers in times of need. This is a great honor as there are only a few of these Archers who manage to pass the requirements needed.