Faded Light: Book II
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Adult ++
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43
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Suspicions
(For additional notes and disclaimers, please see the top of Chapter 1.)
- - Here's the next one; I know it came out a bit short, but I have some longer ones coming up soon. And for those of you who like multi-part chapters, there's a two-parter called "The Letter" coming, a three-parter for the wedding chapter and a two-part chapter called "Royal Blood," that has all three of the Royal children in it, Mel, Benain and Saelbeth's daughter, who hasn't appeared yet. And there will be one chapter later on that will probably be in four parts.
Anyway, I'll try to post another one early next week. Thank you to those who have been leaving feedback, it always makes my day; enjoy... - -
Chapter 19
Suspicions
“...why don’t you children go back inside and get some dessert...?” said the Princess kindly and watched the two smiling elflings disappear together back into the hall where the feast in honor of the visiting Lords of Lorien and Rivendell was taking place.
She turned back to Lord Elrond whose face had turned very serious as soon as the children had gone.
“...Valar...if I were to compare a portrait of Legolas at that age and one of that child, I would scarcely be able to tell the difference.”
Despite all that Feredir had told him of the boy, he had apparently not thought to mention the child’s uncanny resemblance to the missing prince.
“Do not let the king hear you say such things,” said Mereniel. “He was not happy with my daughter when she did so...”
The lord of Rivendell was silent for several moments before he spoke again. When he did, he seemed to be weighing something carefully. “Her Highness might not be so daft as some might think,” he said thoughtfully, still looking in the direction where Ithilhen and Benain had gone...
“Lord Elrond...?”
He frowned and seemed to shake himself from whatever he had been considering...
“...I have had such disturbing thoughts myself...too often of late,” the king’s sister admitted, taking a glass from a table that had been set on the currently empty terrace where they were standing seemingly trying to draw up her courage for what she was about to say...
“Tell me, highness...what is on your mind; besides what I fear we are both thinking now,” he said, seeing how those disturbing thoughts, as she called them, which now inhabited his mind as well, had deeply distressed the normally unshakable daughter of Oropher.
She looked quickly around the terrace where they were standing and peered back toward the Hall before she spoke again, “...several years ago, Lord Elrond,” she began in low tone once she was sure there was no one within earshot, “some of our scouts caught a band of slavers on the borders...they were brought back, and my husband and Saelbeth questioned them...
“They learned from one of these Men, at the time, that after the massacre my nephew had been taken alive by the marauders...
“The entire matter was handled discreetly of course,” said the princess, seeing the astonishment on the elf lord’s face at this revelation.
“But there are some advantages to being the sister of the king and wife to his chief advisor,” she smiled slightly. “There is little that happens that a Princess doesn’t find out about.
“...we are both aware of the vile things that too often befall those of our people who fall captive,” she said her tone serious once more.
The Lord of Rivendell was silent for a long moment, thinking of his beloved Celebrian and her torment at the hands of the Orcs...
“You know the rare trait that Thalielwen’s line was gifted with for thousands of years,” she went on thoughtfully after a moment, replacing her wine glass on the table. “Palanel, her brother carried it...but you also know it is most commonly passed through the female line...
“My brother always feared Thalielwen’s legacy in her son...” she let the rest of the thought fall away.
And Elrond did not miss the significance of her speaking only of the son Thalielwen had actually borne.
“I was surprised actually when Thranduil chose her to be his queen knowing of her heritage...he usually held such contempt for such ellons...” she stopped, carefully turning something over in her mind...
“Yes, I know Thranduil’s opinion on the matter,” he said. “And all the petty millennia-old reasons for it...”
“...from the time we lost Thalielwen,” she said, “I tried to be as much a mother to Legolas as I could. I knew every mannerism that child ever possessed, the very pitch of his voice...
“I cannot explain it; ever since Feredir brought Benain here...it is like when I look at my granddaughter and see in her a part of my son...I cannot look at that child without seeing something that could only be Legolas...”
“These are indeed dangerous thoughts” said Elrond, as the princess finished speaking.
“What of the boy?” he asked. “Feredir told me of finding him in the ruins of that village; has he spoken at all of his life before Rohan...”
“He has some indistinct memories that might be of Umbar or Harad, but he was too young then for it too be very helpful...
“Maybe I am turning as strange as Meldamiriel,” she said wearily, the zeal for her theory finally waning a little. “I do not know what to think anymore...perhaps he is only an elfling like any other...who happened to have one Mortal parent...”
“But you don’t believe that...”
“I would not say these things to my brother...he has spent too many years mourning his son, and he would think it nonsense. How can such a thing ever be more than an absurd notion in any case...?” she said. “There can be no evidence...”
“There is always some means of uncovering truth, Princess,” said the elf lord. “But perhaps this is not the place to discuss this further...
“Let us rejoin the feast for now before everyone wonders where we are; and there is much we both should think about.”
TBC...
Elvish Translations:
Aranel / Princess
- - Here's the next one; I know it came out a bit short, but I have some longer ones coming up soon. And for those of you who like multi-part chapters, there's a two-parter called "The Letter" coming, a three-parter for the wedding chapter and a two-part chapter called "Royal Blood," that has all three of the Royal children in it, Mel, Benain and Saelbeth's daughter, who hasn't appeared yet. And there will be one chapter later on that will probably be in four parts.
Anyway, I'll try to post another one early next week. Thank you to those who have been leaving feedback, it always makes my day; enjoy... - -
Suspicions
“...why don’t you children go back inside and get some dessert...?” said the Princess kindly and watched the two smiling elflings disappear together back into the hall where the feast in honor of the visiting Lords of Lorien and Rivendell was taking place.
She turned back to Lord Elrond whose face had turned very serious as soon as the children had gone.
“...Valar...if I were to compare a portrait of Legolas at that age and one of that child, I would scarcely be able to tell the difference.”
Despite all that Feredir had told him of the boy, he had apparently not thought to mention the child’s uncanny resemblance to the missing prince.
“Do not let the king hear you say such things,” said Mereniel. “He was not happy with my daughter when she did so...”
The lord of Rivendell was silent for several moments before he spoke again. When he did, he seemed to be weighing something carefully. “Her Highness might not be so daft as some might think,” he said thoughtfully, still looking in the direction where Ithilhen and Benain had gone...
“Lord Elrond...?”
He frowned and seemed to shake himself from whatever he had been considering...
“...I have had such disturbing thoughts myself...too often of late,” the king’s sister admitted, taking a glass from a table that had been set on the currently empty terrace where they were standing seemingly trying to draw up her courage for what she was about to say...
“Tell me, highness...what is on your mind; besides what I fear we are both thinking now,” he said, seeing how those disturbing thoughts, as she called them, which now inhabited his mind as well, had deeply distressed the normally unshakable daughter of Oropher.
She looked quickly around the terrace where they were standing and peered back toward the Hall before she spoke again, “...several years ago, Lord Elrond,” she began in low tone once she was sure there was no one within earshot, “some of our scouts caught a band of slavers on the borders...they were brought back, and my husband and Saelbeth questioned them...
“They learned from one of these Men, at the time, that after the massacre my nephew had been taken alive by the marauders...
“The entire matter was handled discreetly of course,” said the princess, seeing the astonishment on the elf lord’s face at this revelation.
“But there are some advantages to being the sister of the king and wife to his chief advisor,” she smiled slightly. “There is little that happens that a Princess doesn’t find out about.
“...we are both aware of the vile things that too often befall those of our people who fall captive,” she said her tone serious once more.
The Lord of Rivendell was silent for a long moment, thinking of his beloved Celebrian and her torment at the hands of the Orcs...
“You know the rare trait that Thalielwen’s line was gifted with for thousands of years,” she went on thoughtfully after a moment, replacing her wine glass on the table. “Palanel, her brother carried it...but you also know it is most commonly passed through the female line...
“My brother always feared Thalielwen’s legacy in her son...” she let the rest of the thought fall away.
And Elrond did not miss the significance of her speaking only of the son Thalielwen had actually borne.
“I was surprised actually when Thranduil chose her to be his queen knowing of her heritage...he usually held such contempt for such ellons...” she stopped, carefully turning something over in her mind...
“Yes, I know Thranduil’s opinion on the matter,” he said. “And all the petty millennia-old reasons for it...”
“...from the time we lost Thalielwen,” she said, “I tried to be as much a mother to Legolas as I could. I knew every mannerism that child ever possessed, the very pitch of his voice...
“I cannot explain it; ever since Feredir brought Benain here...it is like when I look at my granddaughter and see in her a part of my son...I cannot look at that child without seeing something that could only be Legolas...”
“These are indeed dangerous thoughts” said Elrond, as the princess finished speaking.
“What of the boy?” he asked. “Feredir told me of finding him in the ruins of that village; has he spoken at all of his life before Rohan...”
“He has some indistinct memories that might be of Umbar or Harad, but he was too young then for it too be very helpful...
“Maybe I am turning as strange as Meldamiriel,” she said wearily, the zeal for her theory finally waning a little. “I do not know what to think anymore...perhaps he is only an elfling like any other...who happened to have one Mortal parent...”
“But you don’t believe that...”
“I would not say these things to my brother...he has spent too many years mourning his son, and he would think it nonsense. How can such a thing ever be more than an absurd notion in any case...?” she said. “There can be no evidence...”
“There is always some means of uncovering truth, Princess,” said the elf lord. “But perhaps this is not the place to discuss this further...
“Let us rejoin the feast for now before everyone wonders where we are; and there is much we both should think about.”
TBC...
Elvish Translations:
Aranel / Princess