Emowyn
02-11-2003, 10:03 PM
This is part of one of the chapters in a book I wrote. It can either be called The celebquenta or The Ranger. Any way I'd like your opinions please. I know it may not make sense, but it's more gramar than content :D
The parting of Aaralas & Sinyelas
Émowyn stood upon the Rhûmon, looking out across the land of her kin. The wind was settled, and none but a breeze broke the stillness of her thought. As the fair elf looked out, she could not help but grieve. She was the blessed of her people, yet, in her heart, she held a deep desire not to be.
She placed her two hands around a small leaf pendent and closed her eyes.
“Mani marte?” "What happened?" A tall elf lord stood not far from her spot. Émowyn spun round suddenly.
“Mani ume lle quena Glarin?” "What do you mean Glarin?" She asked, knowing he was referring to her standing alone.
“You spend many hours out here, at this point.” He moved towards her and placed his hands upon her shoulders, “I have never known any rock to hold so many secrets as this one does.” The lady lowered her gaze, trying to avoid his eyes. “Ya naa ro?” "Who is he?"
Looking up, the elf lady fixed into the elf’s eyes.
“Taur'ohtar ar quessir,” "Ranger and Elf," Again, Émowyn looked out across the horizon, “Ar Melamin.” "And my love." She whispered to herself. Glarin took the pendent into his own hand gently.
“The Aaralas,” He let the leaf drop and lifted her head to face him with two of his fingers; “He has your heart I see, for there is no second part to this jewel. Tell me, who holds the Sinyelas?” Émowyn pulled herself away and stood once more gazing out, her hands lovingly wrapped around the pendent, holing it close to her heart. She would not forget their last parting for all the years that she would walk Middle-Earth.
Stood upon the silent hill of the Rhûmon, two elves looked across the plains and out to the border of Bhâr. The male elf, who was dressed in an elegant silver shirt and dark grey trousers, placed his arms around the waist of a small, lady elf, whose hair, coloured like pale light, hung freely down her back. The elf-lord leant forwards and whispered softly into the lady’s ear.
“Renich i lú i erui govannem?” "Do you remember when we first met?"
Closing her eyes and smiling softly, the fair elf nodded.
“Minlû pedich nin i aur hen telitha,” "You told me this day would come," She turned to face him, “That we would be together."
"Ah im, ú-'erin veleth lîn?" "And do I have your love?" She smiled again,
"Ume, gerich veleth nîn," "Yes, you have my love," She took his hands in her own and held them close, "And you have my heart and you have my trust.” The second elf shook his head slightly and sorrowfully.
"Trust is rare these in these shadowed days." With that, the elf maid released her hands, leaving a small delecate leaf pendent in his hand. He stood, looking at it in awe.
"Ae ú-esteliach nad, estelio han, estelio ammen. Legolas utinu en' Thranduil.” "If you trust in nothing else, thrust in this, trust in us, Legolas son of Thranduil." The elvin prince looked deep I into the dark eyes of the lady,
“Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin!” "I will teasure your gift!"
“Lle vesta?” "Do you promice?" He nodded, and held the jewel next to his heart.
“Ten’ i’ mela en’ i’ Elesselde, uma.” "For the love of the Elf-Child, I do." With that, the prince leant forward and kissed the lady lightly upon the lips.
The parting of Aaralas & Sinyelas
Émowyn stood upon the Rhûmon, looking out across the land of her kin. The wind was settled, and none but a breeze broke the stillness of her thought. As the fair elf looked out, she could not help but grieve. She was the blessed of her people, yet, in her heart, she held a deep desire not to be.
She placed her two hands around a small leaf pendent and closed her eyes.
“Mani marte?” "What happened?" A tall elf lord stood not far from her spot. Émowyn spun round suddenly.
“Mani ume lle quena Glarin?” "What do you mean Glarin?" She asked, knowing he was referring to her standing alone.
“You spend many hours out here, at this point.” He moved towards her and placed his hands upon her shoulders, “I have never known any rock to hold so many secrets as this one does.” The lady lowered her gaze, trying to avoid his eyes. “Ya naa ro?” "Who is he?"
Looking up, the elf lady fixed into the elf’s eyes.
“Taur'ohtar ar quessir,” "Ranger and Elf," Again, Émowyn looked out across the horizon, “Ar Melamin.” "And my love." She whispered to herself. Glarin took the pendent into his own hand gently.
“The Aaralas,” He let the leaf drop and lifted her head to face him with two of his fingers; “He has your heart I see, for there is no second part to this jewel. Tell me, who holds the Sinyelas?” Émowyn pulled herself away and stood once more gazing out, her hands lovingly wrapped around the pendent, holing it close to her heart. She would not forget their last parting for all the years that she would walk Middle-Earth.
Stood upon the silent hill of the Rhûmon, two elves looked across the plains and out to the border of Bhâr. The male elf, who was dressed in an elegant silver shirt and dark grey trousers, placed his arms around the waist of a small, lady elf, whose hair, coloured like pale light, hung freely down her back. The elf-lord leant forwards and whispered softly into the lady’s ear.
“Renich i lú i erui govannem?” "Do you remember when we first met?"
Closing her eyes and smiling softly, the fair elf nodded.
“Minlû pedich nin i aur hen telitha,” "You told me this day would come," She turned to face him, “That we would be together."
"Ah im, ú-'erin veleth lîn?" "And do I have your love?" She smiled again,
"Ume, gerich veleth nîn," "Yes, you have my love," She took his hands in her own and held them close, "And you have my heart and you have my trust.” The second elf shook his head slightly and sorrowfully.
"Trust is rare these in these shadowed days." With that, the elf maid released her hands, leaving a small delecate leaf pendent in his hand. He stood, looking at it in awe.
"Ae ú-esteliach nad, estelio han, estelio ammen. Legolas utinu en' Thranduil.” "If you trust in nothing else, thrust in this, trust in us, Legolas son of Thranduil." The elvin prince looked deep I into the dark eyes of the lady,
“Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin!” "I will teasure your gift!"
“Lle vesta?” "Do you promice?" He nodded, and held the jewel next to his heart.
“Ten’ i’ mela en’ i’ Elesselde, uma.” "For the love of the Elf-Child, I do." With that, the prince leant forward and kissed the lady lightly upon the lips.