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 The History of Asenath Lhundelor
The History of Asenath Lhundelor Part 1
Neverwinter grew dim with twilight, and the small forest of Galadhrim Elves
went aloft to their trees, because those living in the land of Lothlorien made their
elvenhomes in the majestic trees. Trees, which were so large in scale, the light entering the woods was softened both in grayish purple, in likeness of dusk, and the blushing peach of dawn.
And up in the heights, among golden leaves, wove pathways in the trees, with lanterns that twinkled like amethysts in the dark azure of night. And among the quiet, dwelt homes of nature, with illustrious rooftops in posture like a swan's wings as she graces the water.
And among white marble posts with trellising vines, stood wooden balconies laced with flowers, and various porches collecting Elvish belongings. There was no one entry into a home, for archways surrounded entire living sectors, clothed in only thin drapes of soft colors, which let loose into the stirring breeze.
Here in Neverwinter, the Elves had maintained the life of the Galadhrim since Lord Elestar and Lady Velindelor brought them to Neverwinter from Caras Galadon in the First Age.
But the home of Selmathin Lhundelor, daughter of Lord Elestar, was set a part from the cluster of treehomes, and was conjoined to the House of Elestar, higher in the trees.
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An Elf stood contentedly at her window, her ocean blue eyes stared down below, the flickering homelights casting shadows across all the winding pathways, which she knew each to their end.
Her long blonde hair, nearly white with brightness, fell across her shoulders, while thin little braids were drawn back on the sides of her head and met in one long braid that flowed down her back. She wore a pale violet dress that chanced to cause her eyes to seem the same color.
"Vyne, Vyne are you home?" A voice entered the room.
"Asenath? I thought you were at the berry festival." Vyne turned with surprise.
"I decided to come home early, and Umae came with me. Umae was having a wonderful time, only, she wanted to visit the pond, since she knows I go through the Starlit Woods, which is run entirely over by berries this month. She always does have a basket of berries with her." Asenath said thoughtfully, walking among the room, admiring the tapestry that hung along Vyne's walls with renewed interest in the vast landscapes they portrayed.
The Elf, daughter of Selmathin Lhundelor, was tall and of more tone in skin than the fair Lothlorien Elves. Her Human father's soft brown eyes replacing the blue eyes of her mother and kin, her hair long and dark and drawn up on the sides and parted over her ears. She wore a thin and soft yellow robe, traced in gold, that flowed loosely with her body.
"And what about you, Asenath? Were you not having a wonderful time?" Vyne asked.
After a moment Asenath heard Vyne, brought her eyes away from the wall, and turned to her. "I missed Nim Nee, I never leave her by herself for so long. I took her walking, and decided to see you."
Vyne's face softened with understanding. "Oh, I see. Well, I would like to go for a walk just now."
Asenath smiled, and the two walked from the home. Together they went down the walkways and bridgeways, a lengthy trail to the forest floor, where Asenath's horse Nim Nee was. She was tan, and her mane and tail were white, given to Asenath by her father when she was a child.
Asenath had never rode her before, but they had always walked together, and Asenath loved Nim Nee very much, more than any friend, and Nim Nee, Asenath.
"Tell me Asenath, what do you think about the kingdom of Mirkwood? I heard Meneldor and Seflore talking about going there someday. Can you imagine leaving Neverwinter or the Starlit Woods, Lothlorien at all?" asked Vyne, rather amazed as they walked along.
"Meneldor and Seflore are good archers, perhaps the high ranges of Mirkwood could use their service. I read once that from Mirkwood's mountains, Vyne, it's very mountains, you can see entirely into the West with all of earth stretching out before you. I never spoke to anyone who found that place, though, I do wonder who wrote about it." said Asenath.
"I do not wonder. There are places of danger in Mirkwood, I'm frightened by the tales I have heard. Their warriors are fierce and mighty and ward off strange evils. Would you want some evil touching the face of Seflore? Oh, he has such a beautiful face. Meneldor and Seflore would do very well off serving the Guardians of the Wood." determined Vyne.
Asenath did think Seflore had one of the kindest faces she had seen, and she would never want to see Meneldor ravaged by some evil. "Maybe so. But not everything outside Lothlorien is dark, Vyne. Have you ever gone? I am curious about the other lands. You know, I have heard about the White City of the country Gondor, some gloom weighs on that place, it is said, and their king is not there. Do you suppose that is exciting? Have you read the history of Men, Vyne? Its so very sad. My father wanted many things of old to be restored. They reap so much sorrow, and know such terrible grief. What is, must be, I suppose, with the shadow that looms, experiencing such impending doom and death as they do. The songs we sing about them bring sadness to me. But they are valiant, are they not?"
"Men are brave, few of them are uncorrupted. I have heard people speak of the awakening shadow that monitors Gondor unfailingly, and the strange events of the world that none can explain. I am not as close minded as you may think, my dear Asenath." Smiled Vyne to her friend. "It is hard to ignore such things." She said sadly.
"Yes. But I often wonder what it would be like to see other countries, to meet strange people, and have a terrible encounter with some ferocious beast and to thwart evil." said Asenath, with an odd tinge of excitement.
Vyne smiled. "I must say, half-Elves derive strange traits from their Human fathers. But you, Asenath, sheltered and safe as you are with only your Elven family to influence you, manage it on your own."
"Yes, I know." Asenath said, sighing to herself.
"Shall we go to Umae's home?" Vyne suggested.
"I would like that." Asenath replied, stroking Nim Nee's mane softly.
Vyne smiled. "I am sure she will have an abundance of berries, supposing she will share them! I have not seen Umae for days, perhaps she has seen Seflore since, I will have to ask her when we arrive. Yes, he has such a lovely face."
"Meanwhile...I would like to know, am I a strange Elf, Vyne?" Asenath asked quietly. And although she was Elfly and confident in appearance, her eyes fell drearily to the pathway they walked.
Vyne laughed like a stirring of chimes, the dread in Asenath's voice causing her to do so. "You are a rare Elf, and only so. One mingled with Human blood, of course you are strange, but not in a reproachful way. You were raised as an Elf, you are an Elf, who carries her father's spirit. It is something you must cherish, Asenath. I may not have your desire for adventure, yes, your great desire, which I think is growing every day, but that does not make you strange to me."
"Would you fear and worry always if I were to leave Lothlorien, as you do for Seflore?" Asenath asked.
Vyne paused and turned to Asenath, her eyes filling with a loving sadness. "Of course I would. Umae and I both would."
"My mother has always taught me to listen to my heart, and to do what my heart tells me. I am a skilled archer, Vyne, my uncle has told me so, I will not be as helpless as you worry I shall be. And like no maiden here, he has taught me to use my father's sword, I will not be afraid of any danger." Asenath assured her.
"Will you never return?" Vyne asked quietly.
"Of course I will return, this is my home."
"And what shall be your adventure, Asenath?"
The Elf smiled. "Wherever the wind takes me."
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History of Asenath Lhundelor Part 2
"Orlando, braving the weather?" Asked a Man, tall and gruff, whose name was Argondo. "Come in with the rest now, let this dark storm pass us." He told the young guard, who despite the beating winds and rain, stood firmly at his post on the high stone wall.
"Thank you, but I'm all right as it is." Orlando assured his captain.
He wore a long black cape, and the dark blue of Anorien guards could be seen underneath, where also his swordbelt fell around his waist, and over the thin silver mail that spread across his chest. His brown eyes peered out from below his slim helmet, with cheek guards that lined his jaw, and a nose guard that dipped inbetween his eyebrows.
"As you please." The captain pat his shoulder, and he went on his way to the tower keep.
The evening darkened to dusk, and Orlando took with him three other guards to the east wall to set watch on the fields that lay before Amon Din. The torches burned furiously upon the walls, shedding light on the hard and cold faces that patrolled it's walkways.
Orlando stood by himself, staring out across the plains, occasionally gazing southwards to the mountains, curtained by black clouds and sheets of rain. He then looked again eastward, and a passing shadow flew below the face of the moon, which had escaped the blanket of some cloud, and shone brilliantly out over the dark hills, if only for a moment in time. A lone rider sped across the way into the south.
"Calgond, there is a trespasser on the plains!" Orlando shouted, bearing only a moment to turn and face his commrade before he decided the rider would disappear without departing at once.
He climbed from the wall and mounted his horse. And away he went, riding hard from the gate of the tower's encampment and out to the wet fields that flowed around Amon Din.
The moon faded away into blackness once more, but he once again found his rider in an instant of lightning, and it drew nearer, for the rider's horse had a flowing white mane that came to life in the wind.
Orlando veered his horse in the right direction. He grew in speed and length away from Amon Din, where the other guards now making haste were soon to join him. His horse thundered across the splashing ground, his black cape whirling behind him, revealing the silver underside, and his eyes flashing ever east, as to not lose sight of the stranger.
Nearer he came, until he could hear the wild galloping of the other horse through the rain, and they came to a meeting point, where neither stopped upon seeing the other. Orlando called out some order to halt, but his voice was blotted out in the boldness of the storm, which thunderous bellows seemed to chase after the rider, too. But the rider bent lower on his horse, riding fast as can into a terrain turning uneven and muddy.
Finally Orlando was able to catch up, and now matched the same pace. He glanced several times over to his left, but saw only a hooded figure in a wet gray cloak. Again he commanded the rider to halt, but the rider, remarkably, flew ahead at yet greater speed. Orlando then realized this was no ordinary horse, but perhaps one of the horses of the Rohirrim, perhaps stolen.
Again he matched speed, and he came up to the other horse's rear, and in a moment of desperation, he leaped from the saddle, and managed to climb onto the other horse. The wind suddenly grew more furious it seemed, the awesome speed causing his cape to flap madly and his eyes to sting. Realizing what had happened, the rider tried to pull him off by reaching behind, but Orlando grabbed his arm in restraint and then tried to snatch the reigns. He did so, and pulled the horse to a halt, so hard, in fact, it rose up on it's back legs and neighed loudly, causing both to slide from the saddle, sending them splashing into the mud.
The rider immediatly rose and tried to tame his startled horse. Soft were his words, and strangely he spoke them.
Orlando was quick to get up, his soaked cape drooped heavily around his shoulders, his helmet lost somewhere in the water. He walked through the mud to the stranger, yet he did not feel the need to unsheath his sword, even though this supposed thief could spring away at any moment, he did not think so.
"You are trespassing through this land, who are you?" he demanded.
But the man stood silent, gently stroking the mane of his horse.
"Why do you not listen to me?" Orlando asked sternly, gripping the rider's arm and
forcing him to turn around. He yanked back the hood of the cloak, and was met
with a face he would not soon forget.
"A woman?"
But no, he had seen human women before. The Elf lifted her eyes, looking
as one whose just been forced to turn around and who's hood has been ripped back. She looked on him resentfully.
"I thought we may be permitted to pass through here, as friends of Men. I am sorry if I frightened you." She said.
Orlando's parted mouth closed, he had never seen an Elf before. Tall and slendor she was, nearly matching his height. And though her hair dripped wet and her cloak in ruins, she held a strange beauty. Yet, he had always imagined Elves more refined, more heavenly than she.
His eyes fell away as he remembered his duties. "You didn't frighten me," he told her, "I should be the one apologizing. For startling your horse, and delaying your urgent errand."
"Yes, well, Nim Nee and I always ride fast." The Elf said quietly as she turned back to her horse.
"No errand? Then where are you headed so impatiently?" Orlando asked.
"Wherever the wind takes me." She replied.
He thought that quite a leisurely answer for one riding so fast. "Do you often travel into nowhere so urgently?" He persisted.
The Elf turned back to him, her expression was unpleasant. "Are Men always this impolite? Now leave me on my way."
"You may call it my duty. I am a guard of the tower Amon Din. I saw you tresspassing from its walls. But now, apparently, it is otherwise. I do hope you forgive me." He bowed.
The Elf's eyes softened. "Yes, of course."
Three horses came up the hillside, the guards bearing their swords and torches, and one with Orlando's stray horse.
"Who is she?" Calgond called out.
"An Elf maiden, wandering about it seems." Answered Orlando, his eyes turning away from the Men and back to her.
She walked passed him, over to Calgond and the other two.
"I am Asenath Lhundelor of Lothlorien. I am merely passing through, as your kind scout here says--"
Orlando cut in midsentence, "Excuse me, my lady, but I am the guard in charge here. I am no--scout."
The Elf continued. "He was kind enough to advise me on my whereabouts. My horse needs a fair rest, might we take shelter at Amon Din until dawn?" She asked Calgond.
"You would be our guest, my lady, if you can excuse our poor accommodations. The encampment is greatly unprepared and unsuited for a maiden of such a noble people." Calgond admitted. "May we escort you to elsewhere at sunrise?" He offered.
Asenath nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, but I am fine on my own."
"Let us hope her outstanding nobility will not bring about such carelessness in the future." Orlando said, swishing through the mud over to his horse.
"Orlando, you went in search of an adventure, do not let your disappointment bring shame to you by showing no courteousness to the lady." Calgond warned.
"I do apologize for my fiesty temper...." Orlando said before he mounted his horse.
They headed back to Amon Din under the showering skies, the rain had only let up a small sum.
Orlando closed the door to his small room and let down the latch, he threw his muddy cape into a corner and then let out a tired sigh as he began to remove his uniform.
Suddenly there rose a urgent knock at his door. He picked his swordbelt back up from the table, then went to the door and opened it.
"The meal will be ready shortly, the captain wants all commanding officers to be in attendence and in uniform." Calgond reported.
Orlando's face grew confused. He leaned out to the hallway and searched around for some explaination. "Why? What is happening?"
"The Elven maiden, who is staying with us tonight, is asked to dinner. Perhaps the captain thought it appropriate to make it...formal!" Calgond guessed.
Orlando's face deepened unpleasantly at him. "Calgond, I can't feel my legs. Furthermore, my shoulders ache. Do you know how long I have waited to sleep? Surely you can ask the Captain to excuse me." He said, placing his hand confidently on Calgond's shoulder.
"He said--all commanding officers." Calgond replied.
And Orlando pounded his forehead on the doorpost.
"Do not worry, the food will be tasty and warm, you shall sleep twice as good tonight." Calgond encouraged.
He then examined Orlando as he backed away. "You may want to wash up a bit, or, try to..."
Orlando waved Calgond to be gone with his hand, then disappeared into his room and shut the door, mutturing something disturbing about the Elf as he did so. He stood at his basin and began to wash his face, spending what could have been an Age scrubbing the grime and mud smears away.
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*releases breath slowly*
Lovelyful, Nath!!! *sniff*
~Zee
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost.
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Write more, Nath, this is so good! :yes:
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Thank you! I'll be adding more to it soon
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The drizzly night wore on, and inside the tower, a meal was laid out for the officers and some of the guards. Asenath was included among them. It was a cold room, cluttered with storage, ugly tableware, and a lot of drinks. She wore a light grey outfit customary to the archers in her land, with her soft dry Elven boots, and her hair pulled back in a long braid. She listened as the Men talked about Gondor, and the state of things throughout the realm.
The chair beside her was pulled back, and down sat the guard who had 'found' her. He gave her a well meaning glance, but his eyes shot away. He looked uptight and bothered. His presence alone made her uneasy, bringing her thoughts back to the way he had frightened Nim Nee. He laughed insincerely as his comrades entertained themselves, if only to ignore her existence as she began to speak with the captain.
The captain told Asenath all about the tower, and many things about Anorien she would never forget, even many more years into her life, they were written down among the things her father had shared with her. But Asenath never spoke of her father, nor did she share anything of herself. The life she knew in the small forest of Neverwinter paled in comparison to the happenings of these lands. And none would know about her woods, for Men rarely, or never, entered Lothlorien. It remained in mysterious stories, the enchanted realm of the White Lady. The captain also told her about Dol Amroth, and Minas Tirith, the former glory, and both good and bad times. Strange things he himself had seen, and Asenath wondered if he had ever known her father, if her father saw these things, too.
All of it sounded so vast to Asenath, and she wondered what had become of the people. The beauties of Gondor's lands kept secret the fear that plagued it's people. Vyne was not all wrong in her concern, it was apparent beyond Gondor. Even the captain grew depressed as he talked over the weakness of the country, and the dark times ahead. It made Asenath sad, like the songs her mother and the Elves would sing about Men, out of some distant enduring love and friendship that she did not understand, withstanding wrongs and wars, even death.
All throughout the meal she enjoyed the captain's company. Though, she thought him a strange Man. With the way he pat his stomach and drummed the table with his fingers, recalling things from memory with an odd expression, causing her to smile when his face lit up.
After a while the officers had been excused, and the meal had ended. Asenath had barely touched her food, having eaten Elvish bread. She thanked the captain graciously, and he rose and bowed respectfully, thanking her in return. She then departed the tower, slowed by a few of the officers who wished to bid her a good evening. Inside the walls of the camp, two stone buildings were home to the Men, and residence to Asenath for the night.
Orlando, who was much too tired to be in the hurry he would have liked, walked slowly up the steps of the place. And had he not turned to answer Calgond's farewell below him, he would have not seen the strange Elf wandering across the middle of the camp, in the opposite direction. A sudden curiosity mocked his exhaustion, and he shut his eyes to blot it away. But when he opened them again, she was gone. He headed down the steps, eyes scanning the camp. Where had she gone?
Calgond reappeared, if only for a moment, asking what was the matter. Orlando dare not say. He said good night to Calgond, and walked back up the steps. But the more he did not think about the Elf, the more he thought about her. He gave way to his curiosity, and went back once more, with frustration firming his features. She had better have a good reason for wandering around the camp, he thought, as he walked across.
Coming to the area in which she had disappeared, he searched around, then his shoulders slumped as he realized what she was doing. But he was not satisfied, he proceeded quietly, and stepping into a wooden building, he edged along the wall in the darkness. He looked around the corner, into an open area lit, which contained the horses. Sure enough, he watched as Asenath led her horse from her stall, and as if some freedom now calmed her, the Elf pulled at the end of her hair and the braid came undone, sending it falling long and wavy across her back.
He drew closer, keeping himself from view. Asenath then retrieved something from a pouch at her side, and Nim Nee ate from her hand. Asenath stroked her neck, then hugged her with a few gentle pats. They walked a little further together until they came into the moonlight. Asenath said something in Elvish, and began speaking to the horse in such a manner, as though she were carrying on a conversation. She sat down on the grass, and to Orlando's amazement, Nim Nee walked and laid down next to Asenath. It was no amazement to Asenath, who had sat with Nim Nee under the night sky countless times in her woods. But she welcomed her friend's presence, and stroked her horse gently as she talked to her.
Orlando had never seen such a relationship between a beast and person before. He watched curiously, having been told before the way Elves 'were with things'. Never sure quite what that had meant, he thought perhaps he was obtaining a glimpse of it, of some strange serenity of a world different from his own people. And for a brief moment he wanted to see Asenath's world.
Soon Asenath walked Nim Nee back to her stall, unaware of the guard's eyes in the darkness. Nim Nee laid down, and she curled up next to her horse, the both of them drifting to sleep.
A rosy light streamed through the stable, and the chill of dawn swept through the camp. It was near daybreak, and Asenath awoke from her sleep even as Nim Nee nudged her shoulder. She slowly sat up, surprised to see herself covered by a uniform coat. She did not think anyone saw her asleep here, but was more interested in the sounds that arose outside. She shed the coat, and stood to her feet, hearing a wave of shouts erupt throughout the camp. It sounded terribly frightening. Suddenly the stable shook, the very ground shook as stones toppled all around. Asenath grabbed Nim Nee, who likewise stamped closer to Asenath.
The shouting intensified, the gate had been destroyed, the walls were being scaled. The clash of swords rung out, yet the stable remained unentered. Asenath led Nim Nee to the door, and looked out as best she could. Across the camp she saw the wall crumbled, and hideous beings were leaping and tripping in, while the Anorien soldiers fought off the attackers. She cried out as a soldier was stabbed, and could bear to see no more. She shut the door hard, her mind racing with dread. Suddenly she remembered her father's sword, and her bow, were both across the camp where her room was supposed to have been. If she rode now, she may make it across before the camp was flooded with the attackers.
The siege pressed on, and the entire camp was engaged in the battle. Up on the wall Orlando fought with his sword, and arrows shot out from the tower above. He turned and looked downwards, seeing the tan horse with the flowing white mane gallop up, the Elf with her sword drawn.
"Get her out of here!" He shouted to Calgond.
As Asenath heard his voice and looked up, she suddenly drew her bow and aimed it at him, letting loose an arrow. It whistled passed his face like lightning and hit it's target on the wall. Orlando turned as the orc fell back, and looked back at her in amazement. But the wall had to be maintained, and he placed his attention elsewhere, the fighting continuing. Asenath shot several orcs off the right side of the tower, and was an excellent aim. Within the hour the attack had come to an end, every last orc destroyed. How they had come this far, and how many were yet to come, no one knew. And no previous warning had been issued, the scouts had most likely been killed, the captain said.
Somewhere in the madness of the camp, as Men hurried to repair what they could of the wall, and as the injured were being removed, Asenath found Orlando kneeling on one knee next to Calgond, who was severely wounded, and as Orlando looked down on him, Calgond expressed his farewell to his friend. Asenath watched with disbelief as the Man's eyes drifted shut. She walked slowly over, and knelt down next to Orlando.
She kept silent for a moment, but then turned her head to him. "Has he...?"
"Yes."
Orlando helped to remove his friend, and Asenath would not see him again until that evening. The captain said he could not let her leave Amon Din yet, it was too dangerous, so she placed Nim Nee back in the stable, and sat in her room, writing on the bed. She now wished she was back in her safe homeland, now more than ever. Nothing she had experienced on her journey, had been so terrible as the attack that morning. She realized the dangers spoke of in Gondor were real, and in Mordor, great evil stirred. Mordor's servants had come, and would come again.
Asenath closed her eyes, and pictured clearly in her mind, all the beautiful places of her forest. The sweet smell of the air, the streams, the music, the warming presence of Galadriel, and the city of Caras Galadon, golden and bright, high in the glorious trees. And Neverwinter in the twilight.
Suddenly a gentle knock came from her doorway, and her eyes flew open at the sound, only to see Orlando watching her. He looked worn down and heavy of heart, but smiled anyway.
"Hello." Asenath said, uncertain of whether to smile, or feel pity for him. Calgond's death filled her with great sadness, and she saw it on his face, too.
"Hello." He said, lingering in the doorway. "Your door was open, I saw you as I passed by. I hope I did not disturb your...um."
"I was only thinking," she answered, "about my home."
"Ah..." Orlando nodded.
She knew he probably thought strangely of her, being an Elf. She gathered up her papers and diary, and opened the desk drawer next to her bed, placing them inside and shutting it, wishing not for him to see it. Just in case he could read Elvish.
"I'm Asenath." She said. This time in a more cordial tone, then he had heard upon their first meeting.
"Orlando."
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Aw, historic moment.
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History of Asenath Lhundelor Part 4
Asenath stood up, walking the little distance there was between her bed and the window. "I am very sorry about your friend. Calgond."
Orlando said nothing. Instead his gaze fell to the floor, where Asenath sensed a deep sadness. He then lifted his head again, and his expression changed. He drew up a lighthearted smile. "You are excellent with that bow. You didn't mention before you ever engaged in combat."
"I haven't. To be honest, I have never even seen a battle like that." Asenath answered, unsure whether the thought excited her, or frightened her. "When I was very young I began to practice with it in the open valley by my forest."
"Your forest--Lothlorien. Tell me about it." Orlando said with interest.
"I would tell you all I know, but even I do not know very much. Unlike my immortal kin, I am young." she smiled. "But I can tell you what I remember..."
~ Neverwinter, Lothlorien ~
"Asenath!" Little Nierestel ran among the trees, her feet pattering across the stones in the cool afternoon. The birds were singing in the distance, the edge of the forest grew near. The quiet of the woods escaped Nierestel's ears as the gushing of a lively stream came in range. The wind flew passed her, fading from chilly to warm as she stepped onto a smooth rock above the water and into the sunlight.
There, balancing on one leg stood Asenath, eyes shut.
"Asenath!" called Nierestel, overjoyed to have found her.
Asenath opened one eye, "Nierestel, are you not supposed to be with my mother?"
"What are you doing?" Nierestel giggled.
"Be careful on that rock Nierestel, I don't want you to fall into the stream." Asenath replied, closing her eye again.
Nierestel examined her location, then slowly hopped from one rock to the other, until she was beside Asenath. She looked up. "What are you doing?"
"Balance and coordination, keeping yourself from distraction, all very important, all make for a good archer." Asenath told her, moving not an inch.
Nierestel pondered these things carefully, and spreading her arms wide, and lifting one leg, she closed her eyes.
"Are we done yet?" she wanted to know, wobbling.
Asenath glanced down at the small girl and smiled. "I believe we are done."
"Good! Let's run!" Nierestel said, hopping her way from the stream, humming as she went.
Asenath hopped to dry ground, following after Nierestel with the same display of delight. They ran into the open field, a haven of trees rising behind them. Nierestel spun on her heel, smiling to herself, face warm in the sunshine. She was very small, a halfling child living among the Elves.
Asenath scooped her up, laughing as she placed the little girl upon her back.
"Rima!" Nierestel commanded, pointing forward.
"Lle merna aut?" Asenath asked.
"Yes!" Nierestel smiled, and Asenath sprang away, running until they came to Lightwind meadow.
"Come with me." Asenath set Nierestel down beside her, and taking her hand they walked among the meadow. After a while, they laid down in the grass, a place scattered with flowers, and together they talked. Asenath loved Nierestel, and had been fond of her since the day that they met. So it was that Nierestel visited Asenath often in her part of the forest.
They talked into the evening, and the sun turned fire as it slipped closer to the earth, driving away the shadows of the afternoon, and casting new ones across the meadow. The orange glow lit the both of their faces brightly. They stood up together, and bid the earth a good night.
"Tenna telwan!" Nierestel called.
They took their time walking, turning and heading into the forest that waited at their backs. Nierestel gathered some fresh flowers as they went, holding Asenath's hand, humming a gentle song as they walked further into the woods. Soon they departed, and Nierestel bounded along and disappeared into the quiet far away, headed off home.
Asenath watched until she could see her no more, and hear no more of her soft humming, it mingled with the birds and was lost in a wind. She smiled to herself, touching the deep green moss that clothed one of the nearby trees, the sunset turning the roof of the forest gold. She began to walk again, headed to the place she called her home. She crossed a small bridge over a pond, vines of flowers intertwined with the woodwork, and leaves littered the walkway. Asenath bent over to the water, letting sail the flower Nierestel had left her with. It twirled down, joining the lilies that lived there.
She turned to the land around her, and lifted her head up to the trees, where the forest now darkened with dusk. She walked on, and the treetops crowded over her, creating a glow of their own, with homes now growing visible as their soft lights shone out.
And though the forest, Neverwinter, was Asenath's home, her house was no where near those of her neighbors. The pathway ran up for a little while, coming to a large set of trees, with a dwelling that was built around them, the House of Elestar, Asenath's grandfather.
Not far to the left of this dwelling rose a tall tree, with a stairway of wood and vines, spiraling around the trunk. And there among the other trees, tucked away and hidden from view, was the house of Selmathin Lhundelor.
Little facts to add:
I decided Lhundelor means "Nightsky".
Nierestel is Zee as a child Hobbit.
Neverwinter is small, and consists of about 15 Elf homes in the trees, some big, some small, each with a family.
Paths lead through Neverwinter, to two other Elven communities nearby, and to Caras Galadon, the heart of the kingdom.
Even though not much was accomplished in this last post, the story is finally going where it is supposed to!
Asenath is a little bit of an odd Elf, which is how she managed to come up with her balancing technique.
lol More to come.
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Re: History of Asenath Lhundelor
I can't wait to read it!