A Planned Event
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Adult ++
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Chapter 13
Change is the only inevitable.
Chapter 13
The parting of his dearest friend Meriliel was very hard on Erestor. Harder than he thought possible. He missed their quiet talks, their sharing of tea, and their companionable silences. Molnenion felt it keenly as well. Often he found himself standing in front of their empty house, as if they would somehow re-appear before him. So much of his youth was spent there. Meriliel had always been busy in the kitchen and Laegon often found dozing in the chair by the hearth, usually after a long night of taking care of those in need of his healing skills. He could hear her laughter through the doorway as if it were yesterday.
Like all things, time eased the burden they felt in their hearts. Molnenion came less and less to stand before the house, and Erestor submerged himself in his work. Every midweek father and son met for a light dinner. Together they would speak of their week and end the night with a walk about the palace gardens. Life was quiet, predictable and each day blended into the other. Years passed as they always do and with it came the inevitable—change.
1695 Second Age, Lindon
In a sudden longing and melancholy, Molnenion decided to take a different, yet well-known route back to the palace from his venture into the market that day. Stopping in front of Meriliel's house, he was struck by the familiar scent of cooking wafting through the open windows. A stab of longing filled his abdomen as he found himself staring into the kitchen. A kitchen that now had occupants.
On the other side of the door, a family went about their daily tasks in their new home. Talathiel motioned for her husband to come into the kitchen while she gestured to the back door. Lunthael, alarmed at seeing the soldier standing outside his door brazenly staring into their home, quickly went to see if there was a problem.
“May I help you?” asked the quiet sea faring Elf.
“Forgive me,” replied Molnenion as he bowed his head in respect. “I am not used to seeing this house occupied; someone I knew very well used to live here.” Warily, Lunthael bowed his head in return.
“Where are my manners,” smiled the warrior, “I am Captain Molnenion, in the service of our High King, Gil-galad. I am pleased to make your acquaintance...?”
“Lunthael”, the quiet Elf spoke returning the gesture of greeting. Talathiel came to stand next to her husband and was introduced as well.
“My lady,” bowed Molnenion, “welcome to Forlindon.”
Talathiel smiled her reply. “Thank you, captain.”
“Mother, father?” came a questioning voice from inside the house. Appearing in the doorway came a maiden with cascading silver hair and large eyes the color of the very ocean. She blushed at seeing Molnenion there with her parents.
“Captain Molnenion, this is our daughter, Falaswen.” Smiled the sea-farer.
“Falaswen, this is Captain Molnenion of the guard.” Again Molnenion bowed and offered a greeting, though this time his eyes twinkled and a slight smile lit his handsome face.
“My lady” greeted Molnenion, “welcome to our fair city, if you should be in need of anything, please do not hesitate to ask me and if it is within my power, I shall grant it to you.”
“Th-thank you,” Falaswen smiled, suddenly unable to breath. Lunthael and his wife gave each other a secret look for the air was thick with the sparks of attraction.
“Forgive me,” Molnenion spoke to all, “but I must be going. It has been a pleasure to meet your family.” He spoke this directly into Falaswen's eyes.
“The pleasure is ours, captain,” answered the father in kind. With a swirl of his cloak, Nenion walked quickly towards the palace. Falaswen stared after him, suddenly letting out the breath she had been holding. Softly singing, she went back into the house with a renewed step to her daily chores.
Walking with Erestor later that evening in the palace gardens, which were strewn with wildflowers of vivid purples, sun-yellows and startling whites, Molnenion spoke after what seemed like hours. Erestor, noticing his son's nervousness, waited most of the evening for him to speak. He sensed that Molnenion had something of import to discuss.
“Today as I walked past Meriliel's house,” here he paused while halting his steps, “ I saw that there seems to be a new family moved in.”
Erestor nodded, as he was privy to such knowledge. Sitting upon a stone bench, Erestor waited for his son to continue, watching Nenion's every gesture carefully.
“Why did you not tell me?” Asked a slightly disappointed captain.
“You have much to worry over, important matters, the tiny details are for me to fret over.” Erestor answered matter-of –factly, to which Nenion just shook his head. He would never be able to understand how his father acted. So willing to serve others, and yet so distant at times it was like he was miles away though standing within a few feet from him. His father kept so much of his past hidden from him, even as he had from Meriliel, and he knew he would never get to the core of this mysterious parent.
“I was standing outside the kitchen, as I used to often do-” To this information, Erestor raised an elegant eyebrow. He had not known that his son had done such grieving for the one he had often called mother.
“I suppose it was a peculiar occurrence for the family within,” Nenion finally realized with a slight laugh at the strangeness of it all as he continued his tale, “For the father came out to inquire as to why I was staring into his kitchen at his wife!” Here Nenion smiled at the recollection. “They seem a decent sort, nothing striking about them at all, until...” Erestor watched as his son's whole face lit up, his dark eyes sparkling with fondness, “...until their daughter came to greet me as well. Father, she has a face like a flower, her hair as silver as the morning dew and eyes the color of the clearest sea.”
Erestor gave his son a rare smile while Molnenion blushed slightly, suddenly finding the tops of his boots very interesting. Standing, Erestor took hold of his son's hands. “I am happy for you, what is the young maiden's name?” Of course Erestor already knew her name, but he wanted to hear the way his son spoke it.
Looking upon his father's face, Molnenion answered “Falaswen,” noting that although his father sounded happy, his face shown no emotion at all--no, that was not true, for it did, a sadness was seen in his father's eyes. Sadness and something else that he could not exactly tell what is was.
***
That same night Erestor awoke to pounding at his door. Jumping out of bed, he answered the door dressed only in his sleep pants, to see Rasadion standing before him. “Come, throw on clothes, we must awaken the king.” This was said in such urgency that Erestor ran back to his bedroom and threw on a simple shirt, returning in an instant.
Together they hurried to the king's chambers as the guards looked on in alarm. Banging heavily on the wooden door, it took a few minutes to hear life stirring on the other side. About to knock once more, the door opened to reveal a disheveled Ereinion, his hair wild and he wore naught but a thin house robe that had not yet been tied at the waist. Seeing his two most trusted advisors, his face paled. “What is it?” he asked as he ushered them into his chambers. Elrond now appeared in the king's sitting room, in a somewhat similar state as the king. Erestor fought down a twinge of jealousy at the sight.
Rasadion held the message in his hand. “This came from Celebrimbor by way of messenger, Sauron attacks Eregion. They are in dire need of aid.”
The king sighed heavily and took the message to read for himself. The room became silent with anticipation. Gil-galad then focused his gaze on Erestor. “How long would it take for troops to be ready to leave?”
“Two days at the most, my lord.” Erestor knew all there was to the running and needs of his kingdom.
Nodding, he turned to Elrond. “I would have you go in my stead, Herald. Take this filth that would seek to corrupt our lands and do away with it!” Gil-galad's nostrils flared in ire as he spoke those words.
“As you wish, my lord,” nodded Elrond in deference to his king; this had nothing to do with the part that was his lover. This was his duty to his people.
Erestor was already out the door and gathering all who would be needed as his son came up to him.
“What is amiss, father?” Nenion queried with disheveled hair, just being roused from his slumber, while he hastily belted his sword in place.
“Celebreembor calls for aid and Elrond shall go en-masse on behalf of our keeng.” Erestor replied, his voice thick with his accent, as Nenion struggled to keep up to the pace his father set upon walking to his office.
“Then I shall see if the king wishes my service as well,” Nenion stated as he turned to go towards Gil-galad’s quarters. Stopping at those words, Erestor turned around to watch the retreating back of his son, dread filling his heart as the reality of the situation came crashing into all of his senses.
Suddenly he was thrown back to his past: the screams and smells flooding his senses, threatening to drown him into a sea of utter panic. Once again he saw the blank eyes of Ecthelion staring up at him from under the water- dark hair as if still alive flowing with the current of the fountain. “No!” he yelled through clenched teeth. “Damn you, Ecthelion! He is mine.”
TBC….
Falaswen – coast maiden
Talathiel- plain (feminine ending)
Lunthael- boat maker
Molnenion- son of slave and water
Meriliel- Daughter of Rose
Laegon- Sharp one
I thank all that are sticking with this story and thank you for those who have reviewd. It means the world to me.
Thank you,
Erviniae
Chapter 13
The parting of his dearest friend Meriliel was very hard on Erestor. Harder than he thought possible. He missed their quiet talks, their sharing of tea, and their companionable silences. Molnenion felt it keenly as well. Often he found himself standing in front of their empty house, as if they would somehow re-appear before him. So much of his youth was spent there. Meriliel had always been busy in the kitchen and Laegon often found dozing in the chair by the hearth, usually after a long night of taking care of those in need of his healing skills. He could hear her laughter through the doorway as if it were yesterday.
Like all things, time eased the burden they felt in their hearts. Molnenion came less and less to stand before the house, and Erestor submerged himself in his work. Every midweek father and son met for a light dinner. Together they would speak of their week and end the night with a walk about the palace gardens. Life was quiet, predictable and each day blended into the other. Years passed as they always do and with it came the inevitable—change.
1695 Second Age, Lindon
In a sudden longing and melancholy, Molnenion decided to take a different, yet well-known route back to the palace from his venture into the market that day. Stopping in front of Meriliel's house, he was struck by the familiar scent of cooking wafting through the open windows. A stab of longing filled his abdomen as he found himself staring into the kitchen. A kitchen that now had occupants.
On the other side of the door, a family went about their daily tasks in their new home. Talathiel motioned for her husband to come into the kitchen while she gestured to the back door. Lunthael, alarmed at seeing the soldier standing outside his door brazenly staring into their home, quickly went to see if there was a problem.
“May I help you?” asked the quiet sea faring Elf.
“Forgive me,” replied Molnenion as he bowed his head in respect. “I am not used to seeing this house occupied; someone I knew very well used to live here.” Warily, Lunthael bowed his head in return.
“Where are my manners,” smiled the warrior, “I am Captain Molnenion, in the service of our High King, Gil-galad. I am pleased to make your acquaintance...?”
“Lunthael”, the quiet Elf spoke returning the gesture of greeting. Talathiel came to stand next to her husband and was introduced as well.
“My lady,” bowed Molnenion, “welcome to Forlindon.”
Talathiel smiled her reply. “Thank you, captain.”
“Mother, father?” came a questioning voice from inside the house. Appearing in the doorway came a maiden with cascading silver hair and large eyes the color of the very ocean. She blushed at seeing Molnenion there with her parents.
“Captain Molnenion, this is our daughter, Falaswen.” Smiled the sea-farer.
“Falaswen, this is Captain Molnenion of the guard.” Again Molnenion bowed and offered a greeting, though this time his eyes twinkled and a slight smile lit his handsome face.
“My lady” greeted Molnenion, “welcome to our fair city, if you should be in need of anything, please do not hesitate to ask me and if it is within my power, I shall grant it to you.”
“Th-thank you,” Falaswen smiled, suddenly unable to breath. Lunthael and his wife gave each other a secret look for the air was thick with the sparks of attraction.
“Forgive me,” Molnenion spoke to all, “but I must be going. It has been a pleasure to meet your family.” He spoke this directly into Falaswen's eyes.
“The pleasure is ours, captain,” answered the father in kind. With a swirl of his cloak, Nenion walked quickly towards the palace. Falaswen stared after him, suddenly letting out the breath she had been holding. Softly singing, she went back into the house with a renewed step to her daily chores.
Walking with Erestor later that evening in the palace gardens, which were strewn with wildflowers of vivid purples, sun-yellows and startling whites, Molnenion spoke after what seemed like hours. Erestor, noticing his son's nervousness, waited most of the evening for him to speak. He sensed that Molnenion had something of import to discuss.
“Today as I walked past Meriliel's house,” here he paused while halting his steps, “ I saw that there seems to be a new family moved in.”
Erestor nodded, as he was privy to such knowledge. Sitting upon a stone bench, Erestor waited for his son to continue, watching Nenion's every gesture carefully.
“Why did you not tell me?” Asked a slightly disappointed captain.
“You have much to worry over, important matters, the tiny details are for me to fret over.” Erestor answered matter-of –factly, to which Nenion just shook his head. He would never be able to understand how his father acted. So willing to serve others, and yet so distant at times it was like he was miles away though standing within a few feet from him. His father kept so much of his past hidden from him, even as he had from Meriliel, and he knew he would never get to the core of this mysterious parent.
“I was standing outside the kitchen, as I used to often do-” To this information, Erestor raised an elegant eyebrow. He had not known that his son had done such grieving for the one he had often called mother.
“I suppose it was a peculiar occurrence for the family within,” Nenion finally realized with a slight laugh at the strangeness of it all as he continued his tale, “For the father came out to inquire as to why I was staring into his kitchen at his wife!” Here Nenion smiled at the recollection. “They seem a decent sort, nothing striking about them at all, until...” Erestor watched as his son's whole face lit up, his dark eyes sparkling with fondness, “...until their daughter came to greet me as well. Father, she has a face like a flower, her hair as silver as the morning dew and eyes the color of the clearest sea.”
Erestor gave his son a rare smile while Molnenion blushed slightly, suddenly finding the tops of his boots very interesting. Standing, Erestor took hold of his son's hands. “I am happy for you, what is the young maiden's name?” Of course Erestor already knew her name, but he wanted to hear the way his son spoke it.
Looking upon his father's face, Molnenion answered “Falaswen,” noting that although his father sounded happy, his face shown no emotion at all--no, that was not true, for it did, a sadness was seen in his father's eyes. Sadness and something else that he could not exactly tell what is was.
***
That same night Erestor awoke to pounding at his door. Jumping out of bed, he answered the door dressed only in his sleep pants, to see Rasadion standing before him. “Come, throw on clothes, we must awaken the king.” This was said in such urgency that Erestor ran back to his bedroom and threw on a simple shirt, returning in an instant.
Together they hurried to the king's chambers as the guards looked on in alarm. Banging heavily on the wooden door, it took a few minutes to hear life stirring on the other side. About to knock once more, the door opened to reveal a disheveled Ereinion, his hair wild and he wore naught but a thin house robe that had not yet been tied at the waist. Seeing his two most trusted advisors, his face paled. “What is it?” he asked as he ushered them into his chambers. Elrond now appeared in the king's sitting room, in a somewhat similar state as the king. Erestor fought down a twinge of jealousy at the sight.
Rasadion held the message in his hand. “This came from Celebrimbor by way of messenger, Sauron attacks Eregion. They are in dire need of aid.”
The king sighed heavily and took the message to read for himself. The room became silent with anticipation. Gil-galad then focused his gaze on Erestor. “How long would it take for troops to be ready to leave?”
“Two days at the most, my lord.” Erestor knew all there was to the running and needs of his kingdom.
Nodding, he turned to Elrond. “I would have you go in my stead, Herald. Take this filth that would seek to corrupt our lands and do away with it!” Gil-galad's nostrils flared in ire as he spoke those words.
“As you wish, my lord,” nodded Elrond in deference to his king; this had nothing to do with the part that was his lover. This was his duty to his people.
Erestor was already out the door and gathering all who would be needed as his son came up to him.
“What is amiss, father?” Nenion queried with disheveled hair, just being roused from his slumber, while he hastily belted his sword in place.
“Celebreembor calls for aid and Elrond shall go en-masse on behalf of our keeng.” Erestor replied, his voice thick with his accent, as Nenion struggled to keep up to the pace his father set upon walking to his office.
“Then I shall see if the king wishes my service as well,” Nenion stated as he turned to go towards Gil-galad’s quarters. Stopping at those words, Erestor turned around to watch the retreating back of his son, dread filling his heart as the reality of the situation came crashing into all of his senses.
Suddenly he was thrown back to his past: the screams and smells flooding his senses, threatening to drown him into a sea of utter panic. Once again he saw the blank eyes of Ecthelion staring up at him from under the water- dark hair as if still alive flowing with the current of the fountain. “No!” he yelled through clenched teeth. “Damn you, Ecthelion! He is mine.”
TBC….
Falaswen – coast maiden
Talathiel- plain (feminine ending)
Lunthael- boat maker
Molnenion- son of slave and water
Meriliel- Daughter of Rose
Laegon- Sharp one
I thank all that are sticking with this story and thank you for those who have reviewd. It means the world to me.
Thank you,
Erviniae