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The Music in My Heart
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
75
Views:
3,750
Reviews:
11
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 2 The Dawn
Title: The Music in My Heart, Chapter 2
Author: Sorsha
Fandom/Pairing: Elrond/OFC, Glorfindel/Haldir, Elladan/OFC, Elrohir/Legolas, others implied
Rating:. NC-17 for later chapters
Warning: AU --- Story set 770 years after ROTK; Some slash but, mostly het
Feedback: This is my first fanfic, so constructive feedback appreciated.
Archive:
Acknowledgements: Many thanks to Alex Cat for her help in betaing this.
Disclaimer: Any of the residents of Middle Earth and Aman that you recognize belong to Prof. Tolkien’s estate. The same is true about Middle Earth and Aman. I’m only visiting and admiring the “views”. Summary: Sauron may be gone, but his legacy of evil still lingers. As Middle Earth faces the threat of another dark lord, a party of elves departs Aman on a mission for the Valar, a mission of mercy long delayed.
Chapter 2 --- The Dawn
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight,
and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
Oscar Wilde
*****
Imladris, Fourth Age, Year 773
Seere was still tired when she woke to the faint light of the early winter sun. Anor had not yet cleared the higher pikes of the mountains that sheltered Imladris and the frost on the gardens had invaded her room making the thought of leaving her warm bed a less than appealing notion. Only the knowledge that it was her day to oversee the kitchens and check the supply deliveries due that morning forced the weary elleth to her feet. (elf maiden)
/At least, the kitchens will be warm. Poor Elladan will have to go outside to see to the morning patrol. And, I will never hear the end of it from Ada if I am not there to verify the quantities on those deliveries./
Looking at her face in the mirror as she pinned her hair back before beginning her morning ablutions, she made note of her red, swollen eyes and drooping features. /Oh, for a couple of uninterrupted hours of sleep! I hope no one comments. Maybe they will assume it is because I went to bed late after helping in the Healing House last night. I do not feel up to dealing with questions! Not after those dreams!/
Over the past seven hundred years, intense dreams such as the ones from the night before had become part of Seere’s nights. /I wish I understood them. I have never told Ada about those particular dreams --- partly because they would disconcert him so, but mostly because of how they make me feel. Some terrify me; others … the others, well… they excite me... and leave me breathless… longing for ... make me ache …. A!... make me feel so incomplete. Yes… that is it! Incomplete! ……. But why?/
/How do I explain them anyway… that two elves have been dominating my dreams for hundreds of years --- sometimes one, sometimes the other, and sometimes both? Oh, the first haunts me with questions that leave me mystified… longing for answers. His presence fills me with… unease and I do not understand. That I know who he is, or was, only makes it more disconcerting. Why does he haunt my sleep?/
/My second elf… oh, that one haunts me in a different way! One I think I understand though it confuses me. I know his name as well. He leaves… a restless anticipation, though anticipation of what exactly I am not sure. Even after living in a house full of elves most of my life, I know so little about… intimate relations. All, especially the twins, have sheltered and protected me. They still treat me like an elfling, not an elleth hundreds of years past my majority! Sigh! /
/I guess it is a good thing I have never met anyone to stir my fëa enough to challenge them about their attitude. If they knew about… best not to dwell on that… though he still scares me. As for… well… no point in wishing… but if… then they will be in for a fight with me if they do not change their attitude!/
/As for the dreams about my first elf, they seem to be building to a climax and I am… truthfully, afraid… afraid to face where they are bound to lead. They are progressing in such a relentless manner until I feel like a flood is overtaking me. …And I may drown if I am not careful./
/Why do I have most of these dreams only once … but others come to me again and again? ...What can I gleam from that? Anything? Upon waking, I remember them clearly, no fuzzy blurred bits and pieces of disjointed images; no they are crystal clear, like elven memories. And why would he visit my dreams? Why me? It all converges in my mind and I grow more and more confused!/
*****
Realizing she had been staring at her reflection blindly for some time, she shook herself into motion and began to splash water onto her face. Picking up a face cloth and a bar of lavender scented soap, she absently continued to prepare for the day still caught up in her thoughts.
/Enough of this! I am avoiding thinking about the other dreams, visions? Those… they terrify me! Those I will tell Ada about. I know they are the result of my gift and, thus, must be shared. Who is the elf with the bright red hair? …And a beard? Do elves even have beards? Well, there was Cirdan, my great grandsire… I see that this elf is at the heart of something evil … but the understanding of what that evil is eludes me… though I am sure it is connected to the attacks. …../
/And what of the image of my naneth … her face seems frozen in shock … her hair seems to float and drift about her features and her image is always the same … the green mist…the feelings of anger and pain… it rips my heart open leaving me in tears as it did last night./
/Perhaps, Ada and Celeborn can make some sense of it all… though I doubt I can tell Ada of my vision of Nana…. Still, how do I tell part and not the whole? If I leave that part out will we misinterpret the rest and miss what the dreams should be telling us? A!/
/Perhaps I should seek Celeborn’s counsel first and let him guide me for the rest. Yes, I will tell him at my first opportunity and hope for the best. I do not want to tell Ada too much as his wounded fëa still bleeds even after so long!/ she thought as she finished her bathing.
*****
Lifting her comb to brush her long, auburn hair, an old pain came to her /I dread to think of the reactions that this will cause. … Oh, not the reaction of my family, they will love and support me as they always do, but the reaction of the rest of the inhabitants of our valley. I have grown used to the uneasy looks that follow me. … I know I make them uncomfortable. My gifts set me apart and … that makes them cruel at times/ she mused as she began to weave braids to frame her face.
/I hear the whispers --- witch, seer… so I will share my visions with only my father and Celeborn… and only those I feel I must. The ones of my two elves… I do truly think of them as my elves, especially him… I will not tell Celeborn about those just yet. They are mine … and I need time to understand them myself. … I do not think they are dreams of prophesy meant for the whole of Middle Earth… not like the ones of the red-haired elf. .... I hope I am right to keep them to myself…. How will I know?/
Coming back to the present, Seere realized she had again been standing at her mirror lost in thought for far too long. Rushing to her wardrobe, she cried “Aiya, I am late! Perhaps, if I run all the way to the kitchens…”
*****
As she began to lace the bodice of a soft green day dress, her vision blurred. The familiar sight of her bedchambers slipped away and a new scene, one of unparalleled beauty, took shape before her eyes. A comforting voice flowed over her shocked senses bringing news of what was to be, news to bring comfort and hope to a weary land.
Slowly, the vision faded and she was again aware of the room around her. Seere grasped the back of a nearby chair to steady her shaking frame. /What news! The Valar and Eru have not forgotten our plight. Help is coming to aid in the struggle! He is coming! “Elrond!”/
She took a deep breath and finished tying the laces of her dress with trembling fingers. Taking one last look in her mirror, she could see the glittering light that shone from her eyes giving her features an ethereal quality. Knowing her Ada was sure to notice her dazed, far away expression, she sighed as she opened the door to leave the peace of her private rooms. /What a start for the day!!/
*****
A/N --- Seere means peace.
Author: Sorsha
Fandom/Pairing: Elrond/OFC, Glorfindel/Haldir, Elladan/OFC, Elrohir/Legolas, others implied
Rating:. NC-17 for later chapters
Warning: AU --- Story set 770 years after ROTK; Some slash but, mostly het
Feedback: This is my first fanfic, so constructive feedback appreciated.
Archive:
Acknowledgements: Many thanks to Alex Cat for her help in betaing this.
Disclaimer: Any of the residents of Middle Earth and Aman that you recognize belong to Prof. Tolkien’s estate. The same is true about Middle Earth and Aman. I’m only visiting and admiring the “views”. Summary: Sauron may be gone, but his legacy of evil still lingers. As Middle Earth faces the threat of another dark lord, a party of elves departs Aman on a mission for the Valar, a mission of mercy long delayed.
Chapter 2 --- The Dawn
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight,
and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
Oscar Wilde
*****
Imladris, Fourth Age, Year 773
Seere was still tired when she woke to the faint light of the early winter sun. Anor had not yet cleared the higher pikes of the mountains that sheltered Imladris and the frost on the gardens had invaded her room making the thought of leaving her warm bed a less than appealing notion. Only the knowledge that it was her day to oversee the kitchens and check the supply deliveries due that morning forced the weary elleth to her feet. (elf maiden)
/At least, the kitchens will be warm. Poor Elladan will have to go outside to see to the morning patrol. And, I will never hear the end of it from Ada if I am not there to verify the quantities on those deliveries./
Looking at her face in the mirror as she pinned her hair back before beginning her morning ablutions, she made note of her red, swollen eyes and drooping features. /Oh, for a couple of uninterrupted hours of sleep! I hope no one comments. Maybe they will assume it is because I went to bed late after helping in the Healing House last night. I do not feel up to dealing with questions! Not after those dreams!/
Over the past seven hundred years, intense dreams such as the ones from the night before had become part of Seere’s nights. /I wish I understood them. I have never told Ada about those particular dreams --- partly because they would disconcert him so, but mostly because of how they make me feel. Some terrify me; others … the others, well… they excite me... and leave me breathless… longing for ... make me ache …. A!... make me feel so incomplete. Yes… that is it! Incomplete! ……. But why?/
/How do I explain them anyway… that two elves have been dominating my dreams for hundreds of years --- sometimes one, sometimes the other, and sometimes both? Oh, the first haunts me with questions that leave me mystified… longing for answers. His presence fills me with… unease and I do not understand. That I know who he is, or was, only makes it more disconcerting. Why does he haunt my sleep?/
/My second elf… oh, that one haunts me in a different way! One I think I understand though it confuses me. I know his name as well. He leaves… a restless anticipation, though anticipation of what exactly I am not sure. Even after living in a house full of elves most of my life, I know so little about… intimate relations. All, especially the twins, have sheltered and protected me. They still treat me like an elfling, not an elleth hundreds of years past my majority! Sigh! /
/I guess it is a good thing I have never met anyone to stir my fëa enough to challenge them about their attitude. If they knew about… best not to dwell on that… though he still scares me. As for… well… no point in wishing… but if… then they will be in for a fight with me if they do not change their attitude!/
/As for the dreams about my first elf, they seem to be building to a climax and I am… truthfully, afraid… afraid to face where they are bound to lead. They are progressing in such a relentless manner until I feel like a flood is overtaking me. …And I may drown if I am not careful./
/Why do I have most of these dreams only once … but others come to me again and again? ...What can I gleam from that? Anything? Upon waking, I remember them clearly, no fuzzy blurred bits and pieces of disjointed images; no they are crystal clear, like elven memories. And why would he visit my dreams? Why me? It all converges in my mind and I grow more and more confused!/
*****
Realizing she had been staring at her reflection blindly for some time, she shook herself into motion and began to splash water onto her face. Picking up a face cloth and a bar of lavender scented soap, she absently continued to prepare for the day still caught up in her thoughts.
/Enough of this! I am avoiding thinking about the other dreams, visions? Those… they terrify me! Those I will tell Ada about. I know they are the result of my gift and, thus, must be shared. Who is the elf with the bright red hair? …And a beard? Do elves even have beards? Well, there was Cirdan, my great grandsire… I see that this elf is at the heart of something evil … but the understanding of what that evil is eludes me… though I am sure it is connected to the attacks. …../
/And what of the image of my naneth … her face seems frozen in shock … her hair seems to float and drift about her features and her image is always the same … the green mist…the feelings of anger and pain… it rips my heart open leaving me in tears as it did last night./
/Perhaps, Ada and Celeborn can make some sense of it all… though I doubt I can tell Ada of my vision of Nana…. Still, how do I tell part and not the whole? If I leave that part out will we misinterpret the rest and miss what the dreams should be telling us? A!/
/Perhaps I should seek Celeborn’s counsel first and let him guide me for the rest. Yes, I will tell him at my first opportunity and hope for the best. I do not want to tell Ada too much as his wounded fëa still bleeds even after so long!/ she thought as she finished her bathing.
*****
Lifting her comb to brush her long, auburn hair, an old pain came to her /I dread to think of the reactions that this will cause. … Oh, not the reaction of my family, they will love and support me as they always do, but the reaction of the rest of the inhabitants of our valley. I have grown used to the uneasy looks that follow me. … I know I make them uncomfortable. My gifts set me apart and … that makes them cruel at times/ she mused as she began to weave braids to frame her face.
/I hear the whispers --- witch, seer… so I will share my visions with only my father and Celeborn… and only those I feel I must. The ones of my two elves… I do truly think of them as my elves, especially him… I will not tell Celeborn about those just yet. They are mine … and I need time to understand them myself. … I do not think they are dreams of prophesy meant for the whole of Middle Earth… not like the ones of the red-haired elf. .... I hope I am right to keep them to myself…. How will I know?/
Coming back to the present, Seere realized she had again been standing at her mirror lost in thought for far too long. Rushing to her wardrobe, she cried “Aiya, I am late! Perhaps, if I run all the way to the kitchens…”
*****
As she began to lace the bodice of a soft green day dress, her vision blurred. The familiar sight of her bedchambers slipped away and a new scene, one of unparalleled beauty, took shape before her eyes. A comforting voice flowed over her shocked senses bringing news of what was to be, news to bring comfort and hope to a weary land.
Slowly, the vision faded and she was again aware of the room around her. Seere grasped the back of a nearby chair to steady her shaking frame. /What news! The Valar and Eru have not forgotten our plight. Help is coming to aid in the struggle! He is coming! “Elrond!”/
She took a deep breath and finished tying the laces of her dress with trembling fingers. Taking one last look in her mirror, she could see the glittering light that shone from her eyes giving her features an ethereal quality. Knowing her Ada was sure to notice her dazed, far away expression, she sighed as she opened the door to leave the peace of her private rooms. /What a start for the day!!/
*****
A/N --- Seere means peace.