CH 5 Part II….well most of it…

The Imp has decided to be my muse for this, rather than work his magic on a re-write himself. He says that he wants me to be the authoress of everything, but he ‘was more than happy to give his constructive criticism and fantastic creative genius for song alteration’. His words (almost) exactly. HA! Nightfahls muse has prodded mine into writing ‘Moonlit Paths’! (With a bonus poem born of pieces culled from the ’song’)

I’m still battling with Chapter 6, which is Nolemire’s account of the welcome feast and possibly the meeting with the Lord and Lady of The Golden Wood. There will be the introduction of 3 new elves (more brothers!) and perhaps more of Aure.  What is Galangal up to now? What were Mire and Aearions punishments? Do we care about Galangals? Stay tuned!

So…I’ve been sitting in the passenger seat of a truck for a week, mumbling and counting off syllables on my fingers ( looking positively mad I am sure) This is all that I have to show for it… I will do the cop out thing and preface it with:

 Found among Aearions belongings in the Guards Quarters was a worn and battered piece of parchement. Half of it appeared to be missing, and among the blotches of ink and apparent wine stains, Lord Glorfindel found the following verses scrawled across the tattered page:

Across the seas

I drift and sail

And dream of Elvin Maids

Their forms are fair

Their lips are soft

Their beauty never fades  

 

They walk with grace

And sylph-like charm

They tempt me with a glance

Their lips are soft

Their eyes are bright

Their hips sway in their dance 

 

 I’ll toast to them

With miruvor

Express my thoughts with rhyme

I’ll dance and sing

And drink fine wine

To while away the time   

 

I’ll wait for one

To call me forth

And claim me for her own

I’ll find myself

Within her arms

Be-spelled by dulcet tone 

 

 Come walk with me

My sweet fair maid

Beneath the velvet sky

Come dance with me

I’ll hold you close

Beneath the stars we’ll lie …

CH 2 : Aearion’s note

Of Pranks and Punishment CH 2

* A short note scrawled hastily on parchment that appears to have had a goblet of wine resting on it at one time. There are also multiple smudges and words that have been crossed out.

Greetings fair Atanoné!

Mirë and I have arrived safely in Lothlorien. Unfortunately, so has Galangal. Despite having been a victim of our pranks, she still believes that I am fond of her. I found myself secretly hoping that we would lose her somewhere along the way, or perhaps she would hear the call of the sea and wish to leave immediately for the Undying Lands. Sadly, this has not happened, but much to the relief of Elladan, Elrohir and myself, she has turned her attentions elsewhere. The March Warden of Lothlorien no less! He is in for a treat. I am still considering whether or not to offer him my assistance in dealing with her, as he has no idea what he has in store for him.

Despite the unsavory travel companion, the rest of the journey was pleasant. Nólemíre and I are speaking to each other again. She apologized to me first, and I admit that I was so stunned that I almost did not apologize for my foolish behavior in turn. It was foolish of me to believe that she would name me as the ringleader and imply that she was forced into it. I have fallen for another vicious lie of Galangal’s and I owe Mirë dearly for taking Galangal’s word over hers.

At the moment, I am attempting not to dwell on the inevitable meeting with the Lord and Lady tomorrow. For now, I concentrate on the feast that is being held tonight to welcome the Children of Elrond. I consider it a last real hurrah before our punishments begin in earnest. Elrohir and Elladan have been suggesting all kinds of possible punishments throughout the journey. I suspect that they have had some experience with many, if not all of the suggestions they came up with.

I suppose I shall find out tomorrow exactly what is planned for us. I am curious to know what the second part of your punishment is. Mirë is positively green with envy that you are Lord Erestor’s assistant. I still laugh when I picture the expression on your face when you were told as much. I know how fond you are of cataloguing, libraries and history. We must thank the Valar that we did not receive Mirë’s task of organizing Lord Glorfindel’s study upon her return. Which makes me wonder why she was singled out for that task.

I know this note is short (as usual), but Aurë has returned to collect it, as her cousin is leaving for Imladris soon. I do not wish to keep her waiting. It appears as if she is also to be my escort for the feast tonight. How odd it feels to say that. Shouldn’t it be I who is escorting her to the feast? Either way, I will manage to enjoy myself immensely with such a beautiful elleth to escort me. She was very kind to me during my first stay in Lothlorien.

I look forward to the day our debts are paid, and we can look back upon all of this and laugh. I anticipate hearing how you fare back home in Imladris without us.

Ever at your service,

Aearion