Emelin

[Bess the Bard]

Great suspense. I love mysteries and you are handling this one masterfully. Can't wait for the next installment.

[Pil]

Thank you so much Bess! :)

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Oh Pil!

That was great...an organized crime ring in Imladris! lol I love it.

(And thank you so much for your kind comments concerning me...)

[Ranger]

Wow! You updated!! I meant wow about the story ofc;) This is brill Pil, keep on going:)

[Pil]

Thanks for the comments guys! They are as ever very much appreciated. :)

(Dawn, i was more than happy to put in a good word! ) :p

Here is a little bit more of an update......Glorfindel acting all.....suspicious.......hmm....... :huh: :elfeek: :o

The conversation ended with words of farewell whispered in elvish. The door was closed and I heard footsteps down the corridor become fainter until I could hear them no more. Letting out a relieved sigh I turned and crept quietly back down the corridor which I had come along. After a while I recognized one of the passages on my left as being the recovery corridor, and I nipped into one of the empty rooms to change into my new clothes, all the while thinking about what I had overheard. After running my fingers through my hair, plaiting it and twisting it into a bun with the tie I had been wearing on our arrival, I made my way now out of the main door. Bidding Hîthwen goodbye and taking one last look at the building I walked briskly onto the sunset dappled walkway and headed once more towards the Royal House.

Walking with more leisure than I had at any other time along this walkway, I thought about the situation that I had left at the Royal House. With luck Legolas would have caught up with the King and perhaps they were in conversation now. Would Aragorn know yet of the world from which I had come? Would he know of what had become of his daughter and her husband? But all I could do was wonder, and hope that there would be a friendly face to greet me at the House, possibly to guide me to a bed where I could rest. The light of the setting sun cast long shadows in the valley, the buildings and trees casting their darkened forms onto the walls of the valley. I felt glad for the thick cloak Fëagond had given me, for the absence of the direct sun made the air cool and I pulled the hood up over my head to keep me warm.

I tried to decide what to tell Legolas about the conversation I had heard between Fëagond and the elf Harleth…was I to tell him at all? For the moment I decided to keep quiet about the affair, as had been requested by Harleth, who I assumed to be the head of the sort of ‘Rivendell police’. If the Lord Elrond was to make an formal announcement to the kingdom then all would be revealed in good time, and I would not be one to cause a panic prematurely.

As I neared the thicket that surrounded the Royal House, I was startled suddenly by a figure moving swiftly towards me out of the shadows of the trees. I soon recognized it to be Glorfindel. I stopped and waited for him to see me on the path, yet it was not until he was almost upon me that he seemed to realise that I was there.
“Emelin!” He cried, stopping sharply. “How come you here? Why have you left the Healing House?”
Angry at him for not keeping his promise to Legolas to meet me at the House I kept my tone as icy as the air about us. “I have been discharged by the Lord Fëagond. He seemed to think that I was healed enough in body to leave; yet there have been many events that have happened in my time here that have caused me to be wounded in more than body, and surely these wounds will take longer to heal.”
“Of what do you speak? Have you met with Elessar yet, to talk about your relation?” He sounded genuinely confused, and I felt bad for speaking so coldly to him.
“Yes, I left the healers this morning and came to the Royal House and I saw Arwen, dead upon the stone. Legolas was there as I spoke to Aragorn and told him how I was related to him. Yet it was not received as we had planned, for the King took off in a rage and Legolas pursued him. I returned to the Healing House for a final check and from there I have just come.”

Glorfindel smiled happily, looking relieved that I was better. I did not want to have to question him but I was too curious to let the matter slip. “Legolas said that you had left to see me much earlier on in the day, why did our paths not cross? Why did I not meet you at the House of Healing?” I felt upset once more, and anxious, for I saw a guilty look flash across Glorfindel’s face. He slowly responded, and it was clear that he was not telling the whole truth.

“I had to make a brief visit before meeting you at the House, but it was a meeting that did not turn out as I had expected, and I was delayed in the company of another person. I am truly sorry, Emelin. I should have sent a message to you or Legolas. Forgive me, but I had to deal with some…unexpected news.” Glorfindel spat out the last two words, then pursed his lips together and looked to the floor. It was clear I was not going to get any more out of him that night. “I must go, Emelin.” He continued “I do not know whether Legolas is inside the House, but it is most likely that he is. You are just in time for the announcement of death that the Lord Elrond is about to make. Move quickly and you will not miss much of it. But I have to go. Good night.” With that he continued his way down the path and I carried on walking to the Royal House.

As I walked under the trees, eyes down in order to keep to the faint path of grass trodden by Elven feet below, I felt myself become angry. Why was it that I had come to Rivendell in the thick of a mystery, uproar that was hardly even found in the safe haven, that had now gone as far as to kill the fairest elf-maiden in Middle Earth. Even those I had thought I could trust, like Glorfindel, were acting in a strange and secretive way that I felt threatened by; and there were those that I had only just met that were already affecting me, Finuial being the elf to fit most perfectly into that category.

I had not seen him since our encounter at the Healing House that morning, yet he kept inserting himself into my thoughts. I wanted to thank him for distracting the elf-maidens on guard…yet I also felt wary of meeting with him. All that I could conclude was that he left me feeling more confused about anyone than I had ever been; and after dismissing thoughts of him I focused once more on reaching the Royal House before the announcement was made by Elrond. I had to see how much the elf lord would reveal to the kingdom so that I knew how much of the conversation I had heard to keep secret from Legolas.

Hope u liked it! :)

[Ranger]

Very cool! The story is shrouded in mystery:)

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Yes, indeed it is!

Please continue whenever possible Pil!

[Pil]

Thanks for ur comments guys! I shall try to post more before i go to NZ on saturday, but otherwise this will be the last one for about two weeks. :p

[Lady Melody]

*clapping enthusiastically*

:thumbs:

[Pil]

Thank you Lady Melody. :)

Just to say that the last post i put up has since been changed due to me having a re-think of some things whilst in NZ. I will be putting up the new and improved version probably this weekend. :p Thanks for putting up with my re-writing stuff! lol

[Ranger]

Thank goodness it's nearly weekend! I couldn't wait another week for more of this story :)

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

I'm with you Ranger!

*waiting for the weekend*

[Pil]

Sorry i'm a tad late...basically i've got a new and improved version of my last post of the story....with a bit more of the glorfindel and emelin convo and setting up of a future event...hope u like it! :)

The conversation ended with words of farewell whispered in elvish. The door was closed and I heard footsteps down the corridor become fainter until I could hear them no more. Letting out a relieved sigh I turned and crept quietly back down the corridor which I had come along. After a while I recognized one of the passages on my left as being the recovery corridor, and I nipped into one of the empty rooms to change into my new clothes, all the while thinking about what I had overheard. After running my fingers through my hair, plaiting it and twisting it into a bun with the tie I had been wearing on our arrival, I made my way now out of the main door. Bidding Hîthwen goodbye and taking one last look at the building I walked briskly onto the sunset dappled walkway and headed once more towards the Royal House.

As I walked thoughts of the situation that I had left at the Royal House troubled me. With luck Legolas would have caught up with the King and perhaps they were in conversation now. Would Aragorn know yet of the world from which I had come? Would he know of what had become of his daughter and her husband? But all I could do was wonder, and hope that there would be a friendly face to greet me at the House, possibly to guide me to a bed where I could rest. The light of the setting sun cast long shadows in the valley, the buildings and trees casting their darkened forms onto the walls of the valley. I felt glad for the thick cloak Fëagond had given me, for the absence of the direct sun made the air cool and I pulled the hood up over my head to keep me warm.

I tried to decide what to tell Legolas about the conversation I had heard between Fëagond and the elf Harleth…was I to tell him at all? For the moment I decided to keep quiet about the affair, as had been requested by Harleth, who I assumed to be the head of the sort of ‘Rivendell police’. If the Lord Elrond was to make an formal announcement to the kingdom then all would be revealed in good time, and I would not be one to cause a panic prematurely.

As I neared the thicket that surrounded the Royal House, I was startled suddenly by a figure moving swiftly towards me out of the shadows of the trees. I soon recognized it to be Glorfindel. I stopped and waited for him to see me on the path, yet it was not until he was almost upon me that he seemed to realise that I was there.
“Emelin!” He cried, stopping sharply. “How come you here? Why have you left the Healing House?”
Angry at him for not keeping his promise to Legolas to meet me at the House I kept my tone as icy as the air about us. “I have been discharged by the Lord Fëagond. He seemed to think that I was healed enough in body to leave; yet there have been many events that have happened in my time here that have caused me to be wounded in more than body, and surely these wounds will take longer to heal.”
“Of what do you speak? Have you met with Elessar yet, to talk about your relation?” He sounded genuinely confused, and I felt bad for speaking so coldly to him.
“Yes, I left the healers this morning and came to the Royal House and I saw Arwen, dead upon the stone. Legolas was there as I spoke to Aragorn and told him how I was related to him. Yet it was not received as we had planned, for the King took off in a rage and Legolas pursued him. I returned to the Healing House for a final check and from there I have just come.”

“I am relieved that your wounds are healed and your strength has returned, Emelin. Yet it is unfortunate that your introduction to Elessar did not go well. I imagine that he is a terrible wreck of a man…he loved the Lady Evenstar above all things.” His eyes dropped and a sorrowful sigh passed his lips. “You saw her upon the stone you say?” He asked. I nodded in response, remembering the chilling beauty of the elf-maiden, her body seeming to reject the processes of death, instead existing in a state of endless sleep and rest.
“I have not yet ventured inside the House to lay tear-filled eyes upon her highness...I do not think that I can bring myself to do so quite yet.” Glorfindel continued slowly.
“But what about the King? Does he not need a friend to help him through this time? You are right, he is a terrible wreck of a man. I have seen him, Glorfindel. Why do you leave the Royal House now when he needs you most…when you need each other the most?” I had not meant to be so confrontational with the elf lord, but the state Aragorn had been in had shocked me. I knew what it was like to loose someone so very close to you; the feeling of guilt that makes accepting the death impossible, the helplessness that makes you scream and sob at the same time…but overall I knew how much I had needed a good friend at the time, and if Aragorn had a chance to talk to a truly close friend like Glorfindel then I would see him have that opportunity. It would help them both. Glorfindel shook his head. “I cannot do that yet. Do not worry, Emelin. Elessar has many friends to talk to. I will speak to him tomorrow, when the sting of death has been soothed by night time’s balm. Tonight I came to the House looking for someone, but it seems I must continue my search and my path now leads me away from this place.” He looked as if he meant to leave, but I had to ask one more thing. I did not want to have to question him, but I was too curious to let the matter slip.

“Legolas said that you had left to see me much earlier on in the day, why did our paths not cross? Why did I not meet you at the House of Healing?” I felt upset once more, and anxious, for I saw a guilty look flash across Glorfindel’s face. He slowly responded, and it was clear that he did not tell me the whole truth.
“I had to make a brief visit before meeting you at the House, but it did not turn out as I had expected, and I was delayed with he who’s company I was in. I am truly sorry, Emelin. I should have sent a message to you or Legolas. Forgive me, but I had to deal with…unexpected news.” Glorfindel spat out the last two words, then pursed his lips together and looked to the floor. It was clear I was not going to get any more out of him that night. “I must go, Emelin.” He continued “I do not know whether Legolas is inside the House, but it is most likely that he is, most of the city are. You are just in time for the announcement of death that the Lord Elrond is about to make. Move quickly and you will not miss much of it. But I have to go. Good night, stay safe tonight, Emelin.” With that he continued his way down the path and I turned to resume my walk to the Royal House.

However, I had not gone far when I heard Glorfindel’s voice shouting to me. I spun round to see his slim silhouette surprisingly far down the path, and I realised that he had been running on his silent elven feet. Straining to catch what he was saying I pushed back my hood, setting free my whipping hair. Holding it back from my face with one hand I cupped the other round my right ear and strained to catch his voice.
“Emelin! If you do see Legolas in the House, then tell him to meet me tonight…at the third hour after nightfall…in the Moonlit Glade! Be sure he knows to come alone! Good night!” With that he turned and sprinted almost instantly out of my sight into the gloomy dusk that lingered in the shadows of the valley. My senses were being tested in the deepening evening’s dim light and strengthening wind. I wished for the exquisite sight and sharp hearing of the elves. It seemed that there was not enough elven blood in me to gift me with such abilities.

As I walked under the trees, eyes down in order to keep to the faint path of grass trodden by Elven feet below, I sighed, frustrated and pulled my hood up over my head once more to tame my wild locks. Why was it that I had come to Rivendell in the thick of a mystery, uproar that was hardly ever found in the safe haven, that had now gone as far as to kill the fairest elf-maiden in Middle Earth. Even those I had thought I could trust, like Glorfindel, were acting in a strange and secretive way that I felt threatened by; and there were those that I had only just met that already managed to affect me, Finuial being the elf to fit most perfectly into that category.

I had not seen him since our encounter at the Healing House that morning, yet he kept inserting himself into my thoughts. I wanted to thank him for distracting the elf-maidens on guard at the door…yet I also felt wary of another meeting with him. All that I could conclude was that he left me feeling more confused than I had ever been about anyone. I angrily dismissed my thoughts of him and forced my relentless wondering out of my head…for now…and focused once more on reaching the Royal House before the official announcement being made by Elrond began. I had to see how much the elf lord would reveal to the kingdom, so that I knew how much of the conversation I had heard to keep secret from Legolas. It seemed that Harleth would not have wanted even him to know of the full content of the conversation…and it was with a smothering sensation of guilt for my illegal knowledge that I arrived at the doors of the Royal House.

:)

[Ranger]

Simply wonderful Pil! You do know to have to give us more now, right?

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Yay!

More Emelin! I'm so happy.

(And it's great to see you back as well!)

[Pil]

Thank you guys, it's great to be back...now i have to try to catch up with your stories!!!! :elfeek: :o :elfeek:

lol

But anyway, i there will be a finished chapter of emelin coming up ...i'm really enjoying writing it at the mo...plus i'm practising my creative writing cos my next piece of G.C.S.E. English coursework is creative writing! :thumbs:

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Yay!

Another update soon.... *sits and tries to be patient*

[Tar-Ancalimë]

*cheers* hey Pil, I just caught up, and I'm loving it. You're a fantastic writer and this is a great story (even if I seem to like the 'bad' guy heehee) You have to write more soon hon!!

[Pil]

*cough* my first update in....eek...almost a year :o :elfeek: it's a mini update....to ease myself into it again :p

i wonder if there's still anyone out there who would like to read this....and if not....let new people come and read... :)

Slightly breathless from my brisk walk in the frosty night air, I was happy that I did not need to introduce myself to the wardens who stood just inside the entrance. They simply showed me across the hall to the small door I had seen Aragorn exit out of before. I was lead to a large garden in which the population of Rivendell had congregated. The now complete darkness was lit by small lanterns hung from the boughs of a large silver birch which stood in the centre of the lawn. The elves were encircled about it’s massive form and the breath of the hundreds of shivering bodies sent waves of soft mist up into the air, which were wafted in and out of the branches, like the shimmering souls of the dead. The sapphire radiance of the lanterns was slightly shrouded by the swirling phantoms, casting only a dim blue light onto the spirit-less faces of the elves. I watched as the branches of the great tree were buffered by a gust of the chilling night wind and the light reflected by the tears of the elf-maidens sparkled and winked with an unnerving energy that disturbed the solemn, statue-like stance of the crowd.

I stood at the back straining to see over the tall frames of the elven folk, hoping to seek out Legolas. A flash of golden locks amongst the silvery glint of elven tears caught my eye not far ahead in the crowd and I slowly moved my way through the bodies towards its glow, a comforting warmth in the steely atmosphere that cloaked the night. Once close enough I realised that this elf was the only one to have their hair tied up with a scrunchie…one of the things he had brought back with him to Middle Earth. A smile flitting momentarily across my lips, I stood next to Legolas and silently slipped my hand into his own. It was cold and life-less…gripping it tightly I hoped to comfort my love…the terrible pain of grief had finally begun to take hold of him. He said nothing to me…I knew he couldn’t have even if he had wanted to…

well....there we go.... :read: :thumbs:

(god it feels good to be posting fic again veryhappy)

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

Oh my! Emelin!

I'm going to have to start it all over again to refresh my memory... ;)

It feels good to see you posting fic again... lol

[Pil]

Thanks Dawnie! :)

(dont worry....i had to read it all again too :p) lol

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

;)

I'll start reading over tomorrow... ;)

:p

(Did you enjoy the story? lol )

[Pil]

Aww thanks dawn....(yay people wanna read this again lol)

it was werid re-reading the earlier chapters...i mean...i wrote that in year nine!!!! :o and our comments are hilarious to read back over :p

[Feebeefi]

:elfeek: :elfeek: :elfeek: :elfeek: (just finished reading it all)

This is great Pil!!! I love it!!!! Post more soon!!!! Please plase :hyper:

[Dawnnamira Nerwen]

You are so right Pil...We were silly back then.

*considers demanding more, but decides against it*

I love Emelin!!!

[Pil]

aww thanks Feebs...and your continued support Dawn :)