A/N: Well,
this is my first attempt at a serious LotR fan fic. I hope you will like
and I'm starting to mess with elven language, so if I messed up any words/phrases,
please let me know. Please review and let me know if I should continue this
or not.
Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize from Lord of the Rings belongs to Tolkien. If you don't is mine.
Vanim Ar' Tel'Uuvanimo
(Beauty and the Beast)
Ch. 1 Yesta Sina Narn (Start this story)
She smiled at the audience that was gathering in front of her at the hall of fire. Lord Elrond just stepped in the Hall, along with five halflings and two more elves.
Lord Elrond smiled as he recognized her and said to his guests, "Ah, you are here Kwentra*, excellent. We are in for a treat tonight. She is one of the best story tellers Rivendell has to offer."
Regarding the small guests of Lord Elrond, she said, "You want a story? You are in for a treat indeed, for the tale I'm about to tell hasn't been heard of in almost an age. It has mystery, adventure, romance, and maybe, just maybe, a happy ending."
The smile in her lips faded as she closed her eyes, her expression turning serious. She opened her eyes, but she was not focusing on anything. She looked like she was in a trance, taking all that heard her voice with her.
"It was a long time ago, when a young elven maiden named Vanim was walking absentmindedly through the gardens of Rivendell. She had finished her chores and was looking for some time to herself and relax, when she caught sight of a handsome elf, his hair shining as gold against the sun, his eyes blue as a clear winter's sky. It was Lord Fedriel! The thought just made her stop and hide from sight.
For you see, Vanim fancied the handsome elven Lord, even though she knew he would never set eyes upon her. And with good reason, first she was just a servant, and he was way above her station. Second of all, she was not particularly beautiful, and Lord Fedriel was fawned upon the most beautiful elven maids across the land.
Along with him, Lord Elrond and two more elf guards were talking secretively. Lord Elrond said in a grave tone, "I have been informed that orcs have been spotted near Imladris. I want you to scout to see how many and if they plan to attack us."
Lord Fedriel nodded, and said, "We will depart immediately. I will give you my report as soon as possible."
Lord Elrond nodded, "Ride like the wind, and come back safely."
The three elves saluted and mounted their horses, leaving as fast as they could. As Lord Elrond saw them depart, he said, "You can come out of hiding, Vanim. They are gone."
Her eyes opening wide, she nervously left her hiding spot, "I am sorry, Milord. I..." She did not finish, as Lord Elrond indicated with a hand gesture to silence. "I will just ask to keep secret what you have heard here. There is no reason to panic until we know what is going on. Until then, keep your eyes open, and inform me of any strange occurrences."
Vanim bowed and left as quickly as her feet could carry her. Her thoughts went to Lord Fedriel, "Please be safe, and return soon."
No one heard anything else from the scout group until five days later, when one of the elf guards that accompanied Lord Fedriel returned, severely bruised and bloodied, fighting for his life.
Lord Elrond quickly met him, and the young elf gathered the last of his strength and said, "I'm sorry, Milord. We were ambushed. I was the only one who managed to escape. I am afraid that Isuril and Fedriel are as good as dead. The orcs left as soon as they captured us. I am sorry, I failed you."
Lord Elrond tried to heal the elf guard, but his wounds were beyond his help, and he died quietly that night. Rivendell mourned the loss of life for three nights, one for each life taken.
Vanim cried silently as she sang the songs of mourning, her been one of the chosen to do so since her voice was one of the most beautiful to grace Rivendell in years. Her voice made the songs of mourning more beautiful, since her heart was mourning as well.
Many months had passed, and two seasons had changed when news came that a stranger was approaching the last Homely House. The stranger was a mystery, wearing a cloak and concealing himself from anyone, wanting to talk to Lord Elrond in private.
The stranger stayed for five days, then he left along with several servants and a few elven guards to one of the forgotten elvish houses. It was said that the stranger would stay there to keep vigilance upon the enemy. It was never heard of the stranger again, until one hundred years later. "
The Kwentra* paused at this point, as she needed a drink of water.
*Kwentra = story teller, narrator
Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize from Lord of the Rings belongs to Tolkien. If you don't is mine.
(Beauty and the Beast)
Ch. 1 Yesta Sina Narn (Start this story)
She smiled at the audience that was gathering in front of her at the hall of fire. Lord Elrond just stepped in the Hall, along with five halflings and two more elves.
Lord Elrond smiled as he recognized her and said to his guests, "Ah, you are here Kwentra*, excellent. We are in for a treat tonight. She is one of the best story tellers Rivendell has to offer."
Regarding the small guests of Lord Elrond, she said, "You want a story? You are in for a treat indeed, for the tale I'm about to tell hasn't been heard of in almost an age. It has mystery, adventure, romance, and maybe, just maybe, a happy ending."
The smile in her lips faded as she closed her eyes, her expression turning serious. She opened her eyes, but she was not focusing on anything. She looked like she was in a trance, taking all that heard her voice with her.
"It was a long time ago, when a young elven maiden named Vanim was walking absentmindedly through the gardens of Rivendell. She had finished her chores and was looking for some time to herself and relax, when she caught sight of a handsome elf, his hair shining as gold against the sun, his eyes blue as a clear winter's sky. It was Lord Fedriel! The thought just made her stop and hide from sight.
For you see, Vanim fancied the handsome elven Lord, even though she knew he would never set eyes upon her. And with good reason, first she was just a servant, and he was way above her station. Second of all, she was not particularly beautiful, and Lord Fedriel was fawned upon the most beautiful elven maids across the land.
Along with him, Lord Elrond and two more elf guards were talking secretively. Lord Elrond said in a grave tone, "I have been informed that orcs have been spotted near Imladris. I want you to scout to see how many and if they plan to attack us."
Lord Fedriel nodded, and said, "We will depart immediately. I will give you my report as soon as possible."
Lord Elrond nodded, "Ride like the wind, and come back safely."
The three elves saluted and mounted their horses, leaving as fast as they could. As Lord Elrond saw them depart, he said, "You can come out of hiding, Vanim. They are gone."
Her eyes opening wide, she nervously left her hiding spot, "I am sorry, Milord. I..." She did not finish, as Lord Elrond indicated with a hand gesture to silence. "I will just ask to keep secret what you have heard here. There is no reason to panic until we know what is going on. Until then, keep your eyes open, and inform me of any strange occurrences."
Vanim bowed and left as quickly as her feet could carry her. Her thoughts went to Lord Fedriel, "Please be safe, and return soon."
No one heard anything else from the scout group until five days later, when one of the elf guards that accompanied Lord Fedriel returned, severely bruised and bloodied, fighting for his life.
Lord Elrond quickly met him, and the young elf gathered the last of his strength and said, "I'm sorry, Milord. We were ambushed. I was the only one who managed to escape. I am afraid that Isuril and Fedriel are as good as dead. The orcs left as soon as they captured us. I am sorry, I failed you."
Lord Elrond tried to heal the elf guard, but his wounds were beyond his help, and he died quietly that night. Rivendell mourned the loss of life for three nights, one for each life taken.
Vanim cried silently as she sang the songs of mourning, her been one of the chosen to do so since her voice was one of the most beautiful to grace Rivendell in years. Her voice made the songs of mourning more beautiful, since her heart was mourning as well.
Many months had passed, and two seasons had changed when news came that a stranger was approaching the last Homely House. The stranger was a mystery, wearing a cloak and concealing himself from anyone, wanting to talk to Lord Elrond in private.
The stranger stayed for five days, then he left along with several servants and a few elven guards to one of the forgotten elvish houses. It was said that the stranger would stay there to keep vigilance upon the enemy. It was never heard of the stranger again, until one hundred years later. "
The Kwentra* paused at this point, as she needed a drink of water.
*Kwentra = story teller, narrator