Why this thread? Well, I started writing this for a good friend whose bday it’s gonna sometime this year.
This…. This whole thing started as a short project but unfortunately my plot was too big and now I have to spend a lot of time and writing fixing it.
Also, I have to extend lot and lots of thanx to the most awesome helper in the world. Beta, editor and support ( you should see her comments… they are ) so… * raises a temple,worships,gives her the first born *
Unfortunately, she wanted to be anonymous so the name won't be mentioned here.
Another instigator for this was Ana, but I’m not gonna give u her profile link cause u all know her already. If you don’t… well consider yourself blessed or cursed. Pick one. ( and pick very carefully, it's a tricky decision )
Nope, I didn't forget u
Soooo…. I know I am the mother of repetition( and that soooo makes someone want to put my pretty neck in a hanger), this story is about an elven princess named Arwen… I know, so original no one else thought of this Oh, and it’s an mf as well since no one can convince Wen to read mm many have tried but all of them have failed. Try better guys, maybe one day this dream will come true.
It’s about a world when elves ruled the MiddleEarth without constraint because they were the only race present there. For more details please read Tolkien – Silmarillion. You can find it following this nice and useful link . Go on, click it.
Soooo.... another sooo, just for the heck of it and here goes nothing.
It all started with a ....
The darkness ran thick around the edges of the forest, deep grooves of shadows twisting around the branches. No other sound than the soft whispers could be heard among the lonely trees. It would’ve looked deserted but for the small figures huddled into each others, their breath almost visible into the cold air like small clouds of dying warmth.
To see the moonlight deepening around the forest's shadow was more of a miracle than a simple thing, just waiting to be seen by awed eyes, just waiting to be adored. And for the first time since their eyelids opened, the light was there,and in its cold embrace, they found solace and the home they so desired above all.
Shining stars, hanging from the sky like a waterfall of pure diamonds rose and fell in the same rhythm as their beating chest, creating a bond they will all have for the rest of this limitless time. They saw the strongest light of all and for their straining eyes it was brighter than the sun and warmer than a parents' embrace. They called it Elbereth and followed her light as an absolute guide in their new life.
And so were the first moments of existence of those who will be called elves or First Born people.
Days and nights danced around, seasons changed and went away and the elves built powerful cities where nature twist around snow white rocks like they were all friends. Powerful fortresses rose from the heights of the forest like gems of granite and found no solace in companionship because there was no other with whom the silence of the night could be shared, there was none with whom the joys of life could be nursed and lived. That.... until humans began to roam the Middle Earth. But that is a story for another time....
For this is a story that took stage in a time when human kind barely opened their eyes and had yet to build villages and towns, and harvest the plentiful wheat that overtook the gentle plains. In those days, the rule of the elves was absolute. Their cities grazed the horizon line, sometimes hidden in forest, sometimes kissed by the blue seas. Created from living trees and stone and surrounded by thick walls the elven realms truly deserved the title as wonders of an age.
For the First Born nature was more like a close companion than a means to an end so they never wished to modify it but rather gently maneuver and build around it. The result was a complex city that looked part of the mountains... like they were crafter so closely from the beginning you couldn't possibly tell where the stone ended and the wall began.
In those days, the rule of elves was absolute. Their cities grazed the horizon line, sometimes hidden in forest, sometimes kissed by the blue seas. Created from living trees and stone and surrounded by thick walls the elven realms truly deserved the title of wonders.For the First Born, nature was more like a close companion than a means to an end, so they never wished to modify it but rather gently maneuver and build around it. The result was a complex construction that looked like it grew from the mountain... like they were crafted that way from the beginning and you couldn't possibly tell where the stone ended and the wall began.
In one of those marvelous cities lived an elven princess by the name of Arwen. She did not have the great height of her mother nor the tallness of her father and with her 175cm she was quite shorter than any of her sibling but she inherited her mother deep blue eyes like a galloping river and her father's brown hair like the dying autumn leaves. Her tresses did not follow the elfin manner of falling in straight lines down her back but rather had a mind of its own and tumbled in gentle waves swayed by the autumn wind.
You could not often find words to describe her beauty because in her greatness she was almost startling: the gentle light of her eyes captivated the viewer but the long thick lashes were long sinuous shadows that adorned her fair eyelids. A rather straight patrician nose adorned her face and her lips, small though but in a comely pink completed a rather enchanting tableau.
Some might’ve called her too independent or spoiled but in those days the weather was inviting and the song of the birds encouraged anyone to come and enjoy the beauty of life, so this fair maiden often went in search of the new things to explore, to taste and see, to catch or just capture in a memory. She named her stallion Hiswe, like the gentle fog rolling on the hills at dawn, steady in her lapping waves, but deceiving about her true self. Hiswe was the only one who accompanied her on her daily journeys, despite of her father pestering that she should at least hunt to provide a meal.
In her family opinion, she had certain duties she did her best to avoid. The stifling nature of her task did not care about her free spirit. The laws of the city were many in number and the dusty old parchments did not brought any joy, just like on this day when she gazed upon the horizon instead of the old ink across the yellowed paper.
“Someday, I will be able to fill my eyes with the same wonder yours have", her father gently said from the doorway.
“I am sorry, father, but the wonder of our world cannot be told in words. Such an abstract concept can’t be touched by bare hand and an empty mind.” A smile already danced upon her lips on her way up, already going to her parent to receive the customary embrace.
“You sat here for hours, the sun is already setting and the night rises. Did you memorize some of the parchment opened on your desk?”The lenient question had more impact than yelling would’ve had. Arwen bowed her head, shame flushing her cheeks. She turned around gently, watching the opened window once again.
“For all that I try my mind can’t be set on remembering so many things we naturally do. Why should someone tell us how to manage our lives? Of course we will patrol around the borders where our sheep are kept because the wolves are roaming around and of course that we will help the others in need and of course that we will....”
A finger on her lips stopped her tirade.
“Without rules and laws there will be chaos. We all once were born without any knowledge. But we have all this time on our disposal and the least we can do is learn. Laws are the guidelines for a proper conduct. To be respected, you must first respect. It is easier for someone to tell you the most important things you must do when you are young and you need guidance. We grow up knowing that our first duty is for our city, then for our family and only then we can think about us. A strong relationship is worth a lot more than all the treasures in the world.” His voice was deep and a little hoarse, like the tumbling of an old whiskey around ice cubes. He pronounced each word carefully, as if tasting it before saying it aloud, accentuating every aspect of them.
“I understand that father, more than you think I do, but…” she huffed, trying to find the right words. She tried again “Sometimes... I think the main purpose of so many rules is to hinder our freedom and not to govern our lives in a more relative manner.”
Her father sighed softly. Sometimes he seemed larger than life to Arwen. His imposing stature, his dark brown hair and soft green eyes were the elements that defined Ainion, king over all of Edhellond. He carried himself with a subtle air of nobility rather than pride, never raising his voice or laughing too loud; his quiet laugh wasn’t heard too often, but his eyes were always tender. Unlike her hair that touched her lower back, Ainion’s hair fell in rich strands to the middle of his back only.
Her mother was the exact opposite of her father. Almost as tall as Ainion and lean like a willow, Vanya had platinum blond hair that tumbled in a silk waterfall on her back. She usually braided two small braids around her pointy ears to keep the fair from falling on her face or gather it in a similar fashion and that made her undefined turquoise-gray eyes look bigger than they were. A soft smile always graced her lips, her very presence radiating warmth and delight, but nevertheless the wisdom was always present in her demeanor like an aura around her. Her name her Vanya who meant beauty fit her better than anything else.
She believed that her children should have suitable names so she name them Aran – King because her oldest child will someday be king in his father’s stead, Rovain meaning Most beautiful because she was like her mother in more ways than one with her sharp tongue and quick mind, then the twins Ara meaning dawn because of his presence was like the first light of dawn of a cold and dark winter night, blinding yet inviting and crisp and Arod which meant noble because his graceful presence was the opposite of his twin. Arod’s shy smile never faltered and his eyes never lost their kind light. And the youngest of all was Arwen which her mother named her hopefully Noble Maiden in hopes she will be like her brother, a harbor in the wake of any storm.
Of Arod and Ara of all her sibling Arwen felt most attached to, not because they were the closest in age but because Arwen’s personality complemented Ara’s and was the opposite of Arod’s and since the twins were inseparably and Arwen followed Ara everywhere the three of them soon became a very tight knitted trio getting into troubles or trying to convince Arod to do so.
Even now, after they were apparently grown up they would sneak sometimes to explore the wild forest and gaze at the whirling river that served as a border. They did not dare cross the river because of the words that they got whispered in small voices when the city streets would be clear and the moon hidden behind heavy clouds.
Whispers saying that the elves are disappearing on lonely trips through the forest, whispers about deformed creatures with teeth as razor sharp, with flat noses on their reptilian faces and eyes so small and dark that they irises were stains of darkness. Could there really be such creatures roaming around their dear and pure forest? It seemed too impossible of an idea for Arwen that she refused to even voice her concerns in fear she would receive an unfavorable answer.
Even now when she looked at her father’s imposing figure she dared not voice them. After all how can such thing exist when they didn’t have a name to give it, to know and to understand it?
“Arwen…my child… this discussion I fear it will never be over as long as your young age will not lend you the encompassing mantle of wisdom. Enjoy the passing season and learn, my dear, because time is the best teacher you will have by far. Enjoy, try and experiment and leave your life follow its natural course.”
Before she could answer in a rather undignified manner a small voice sounded in the doorway.
They turned around and saw a young elf not old enough to visit the world outside the city walls stood there waiting for a sign his king had seen him. A young elf not much younger than Arwen was. She heard her father saying something but her attention was on the messenger. Was she so shy as well when she had been around his age? Was she so well behaved?
“Arwen!” her father voice sounded a bit exasperated with her obvious lack of attention. “I am called. I must go now. See you at the evening meal childe.”
She bowed her head demurely paying the respect her king deserved in public. She went to the door and listened for a few minutes for the fading footsteps to disappear and then went to her room and donned her riding clothes. If her father was busy she might get away with a long ride to the river. Too bad Ara and Arod were gone for a few weeks to visit their sister Rovain who recently got married with an elf from a neighboring city in the depths of the forest. She would’ve gone as well but her mother insisted that others will see her actions as a sign she was looking for a suitable partner as well seeing as she didn’t find any in her city.
With an annoyed huff, frustrated by her lack freedom Arwen sneaked out of her bedroom and made her way to the stables. Every time she heard a noise she would duck under anything that could hide her from view thus getting into some interesting places: her mother’s favorite table that was already filled with plates ready to be served and later behind a bush when Vanya came, she had to roll over to a tree nearby when she realized her mother was having dinner with some friends and they wouldn’t leave soon, then she had to jump on a window and saw the silhouette behind the curtain too late and as those incidents were not enough she fell on her favorite bush of roses and got a rump full of thorns and bruises.
“Ouch… oh no, I ruined my roses!” she exclaimed when she saw the damage done to the poor plants. The torn petals were already being scattered by the wind but unfortunately for her the thorns were still as sharp as her backside could attest.
Dejected and a bit forlorn she made to continue her road to the stables and indeed all of those were forgotten when she saw her dear stallion Hiswe neighing impatiently, sensing her approach.
“I am sorry beauty but I swear my father has eyes on the back of his head and can read my thoughts. Whenever I tried to escape he was there pilling my desk with more nonsense about the meaning of life and the role of laws in governing us.” She shuddered delicately at the thought of a lifetime doing those things all over again, trapped in four walls.
“But I am here now, Grey Cloud. We can now ride the winds till we ran out of strength and cuddle against the last ray of the sun waiting for our shining light to appear on the night sky.”
With one last pat on his head and one more sugar cube smuggled into Hiswe’s hungry mouth, she straddled him and guided him on the streets and safely out of the city without being seen. Sneaking out on her two own feet was a small feat compared to guiding a large animal like her stallion, but Hiswe knew and trusted her so there were no noticeable incidents except of the stone that fell right in the middle of her forehead when stationed under a wall.
Being in no better mood now then she was a few hours ago and still rubbing her forehead and muttering, Arwen guided Hiswe into a full-out gallop.
Feeling the wind cresting her hair, the sun blazing its live giving warmth on her face and the million of creatures around creating a perfect symphony of life… no greater pleasure could exist for her. It captivated her so much that she didn’t realized Hiswe was slowing down, huffing and puffing like his less noble relative, the donkey. But the reality was setting in… even his energy wasn’t infinite and his reserves were quickly dropping.
“Hush….it’s okay, Hiswe, my grey cloud. We will go to the river for some water and we will rest a bit there. “She petted his sweat matted fur and guided him into a nearby clearing by the river. It was a favorite place of hers, with the sun streaming between large oak leaves leaving playful patterns on the ground. The bees were happily buzzing in the air jumping from flower to flower to gather precious pollen. Various butterflies in all the hues of the rainbow flew around in graceful circles around small animals which completed the bucolic landscape.
Arwen led her horse to the water and went down to her knees to gather some water in her hands. She drank her fill and was about to wash her face from the dust of the road when a pitiful moan was heard from the other side of the river. She looked around. The sky was clear, the animals did not run so what could it be? Surely not something bad, she thought fearful. But it was not wise to linger around when the cause of the sound could not be found and she should be home before…
And then… she saw it… on the other side of the river, partially hidden in tall grass, was a man… deep grooves ran all over his naked back and his long jet black hair was matted with blood. His skin was different, rough looking and cracked in some places. Also, he seemed so dark… like he took the shadows around him and blended with them with rust and olive leaves and created a new color, a color that was all him.
End of chapter 1
To be continued
And as bonus, here is Arwen ( the elf, not our wenny )
Now that this is done.... and (gollum voice ) and never look back! Smeagol is free!