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Chapter 2
Title: About Saelbeth
Chapter: 2/7
Author: Marina aka Aearwen samthase@aon.at
Beta: Lynn the wonderful
Rating: PG-17
Disclaimer: The places and King Thranduil as well as Maeglin belong to Master Tolkien. I wrote this to depress myself and will definitely get no money out of it.
Warning: graphic violence, character death(s)
Pairing/cast: OMC/OFC (Saelbador/Marigold), Thranduil, Saelbeth, Maeglin
Time line: 700 years before the fellowship reaches Imladris
Summary: This little story tells the sad romance of Marigold and Saelbador, the parents of Saelbeth. It is a side story to a novel length fan fiction "Return of the Fallen" at http://www.orgsites.com/wa/maeglin/_pgg1.php3 .
Chapter 2
Weeks had passed since the recovery of Marigold's sister, who had given birth to her first child. The young woman had not told anyone about her encounter with the elf, Saelbador in the forest. As the days passed, she found herself constantly thinking about him. She often went back to the forest, but never saw the elves again.
When the people of her village rambled on in the village square, that they should go out and hunt those beasts down, she needed to leave them. She could not bare the thought of the elves being hunted down, as if they were endangered species, at the hands of the village folks. One evening she had finally had enough of the peoples' silly superstitions. Marigold had stood up abruptly and defended the elves. Her father had become very angry and had scolded her in front of those that were present that she should keep her mouth shut and stop jabbering nonsense.
"They are mean and arrogant. I never heard that one of them ever wasted a thought on us!" her father glared at his daughter, clutching his fist so tightly, his knuckles were white. One of the elders stood up and reminded Marigold's father that there had been a time, where the elves had called for help during war and that Luthien even had wed a man.
One morning Marigold walked the long way down to the creek to wash the clothes and blankets. It was a bright and sunny day, the weather was fair enough for the laundry to hang dry until evening. She had a white dress that she washed in lava soap almost daily because she wanted it to be as white as the clothes that the elves wore.
She dived her hands into the cold water and shivered. She knew within moments her hands would turn red and start to ache. After several times, diving the dress under water, her hands had become numb and she did not feel the cold anymore. She dipped some more garments deep into the water and rubbed them over a stone to get the stains out. Hours passed until she was satisfied with her work and got up again. Her knees were hurting as she stood; she almost buckled back down to the ground again, but regained her footing. She tried to flex her fingers, but they remained stiff.
Marigold tried to brush her hair behind her ears as she winced in pain from the cold hand. She turned around and jumped, as a thin scream escaped her mouth.
"Your hands are cold. Will you allow me to warm them?" Saelbador stood just right in front of her. He had watched her silently for a long time. The woman trembled, she did not know what to do. She had not forgotten him, but never had expected him to appear so close to the dwelling.
"If my people see you, they will kill you. For they think you are mean," Marigold stuttered. Saelbador smiled weakly "I know. They are full of prejudice because they do not know us to well." He took her cold hands between his and rubbed them, gently. Marigold could feel how the warmth of her blood returned. The pain was now gone. Slowly her fingers started to feel again as the elf continued his gentle ministration.
"I longed to see you again, Marigold," Saelbador sighed longingly.
The young woman's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Me? Why? The females of your kind are prettier than we are," She stuttered, confused.
"The females as you call them are our ladies, ellith. They are different." He moved her fingers to his lips and kissed them gently. Marigold blushed deep and tried to evade her hand. Saelbador did not let her hands go.
"Why do you still fear me? Do you not trust your heart, that I would never harm you?" He asked, searching her eyes.
The young woman shook her head and was not able to answer him but took a step closer to him. His hair sparkled in the sunlight. Suddenly Saelbador lifted his head and stared into the direction of her home. "You need to go, my dear Marigold. Your mother is coming." He kissed her fingertips one more time and turned. And before Marigold could realize it, he had disappeared.
From that day on, she was not herself anymore. She thought constantly about him. And Marigold was annoyed with the rough attempts that some of the young men made trying to court her. One night she woke up in the midst of a wonderful dream. She though to have heard someone calling. She sat up in her hard bed. The wood planks were only covered with thin straw and she was wrapped in a rough woolen blanket. She stared into the darkness while trying to adjust her eyes.
"Let me show you the moon tonight," Saelbador whispered into her ear. Marigold jostled with a start, but managed to pull herself together before she screamed, when she realized that it was only Saelbador.
She shook her head. "How? I can not walk down the stairs without being heard. My parents and my brothers sleep below."
"I will show you a way. Trust me, please."
Saelbador lifted her from her bed and walked to the little window. Only a small rope was hanging down. He held her tight around her waist with one arm. The other one he used to grab the rope and let the two of them travel down to the ground. Marigold gazed over his face and the moonlight behind him seemed to form a halo around his head.
"Come quickly." Saelbador took her hand and together they left the little village.
"I knew that at night is the only time, I could be alone with you. I can be able to talk to you without the danger of being seen." He had led her to a meadow close to the deep and dark forest. He had taken his grey cloak off and flattened it on the ground inviting her to sit down. And Marigold was too impressed and puzzled to argue against it.
But deep inside her heart, she felt bad. She knew her father would never allow her to be with a man alone. And she did not want to imagine what would happen if he found her here, in the middle of the night, under the full moon with an elf!
"I watch every single one of your steps. You walk dangerous paths in the forest." Saelbador still held her hand. He moved his other hand to her face and stroke her cheek most gently. Even though he barely touched her, she thought to feel her skin tingling.
"I want to learn more about you, Marigold. Lady whose hair is as beautiful as the flower," Saelbador said deeply, while stroking her hair. She told him quickly the little story of her life, that she had been born here and that she had three brothers and a sister. She rambled on that her parents were very watchful since she was unwed, but that her father already was making treaties with other men of the town to find a husband for her.
"Your spouse will be chosen for you?" Saelbador wondered aghast.
"Well, that is the customs of our people. Did your parents not chose for you?" Marigold queried with a puzzled look. She did not understand what was wrong.
"No, my parents did not chose for any of us. Our hearts chose our mates and once we bond with them our souls are entwined for eternity," he replied sentimental.
"You do have brothers and sisters too?" Marigold soaked up every word he said.
Saelbador nodded smiling.
Marigold wondered how old he was? She saw so much wisdom in his green eyes and she had heard that elves live forever. She did not dare to ask him and she did not need to, because he answered her questions before she could even speak.
"I have not found the soul that sings my song yet and she seems not to be under my kindred." He turned his head slightly to the side, making his light silvery hair cascading over his shoulders and arms. "My dear Marigold. I am older than the trees of your forest but in all my years I have not met anyone like you."
Marigold blushed slightly and looked away, fidgeting nervously with her hands. The elf gently took her chin between his fingers and moved her face to look at him. He moved himself closer and stroke her face, cupping it between his hands. His lips found her mouth and he kissed her softly. Marigold thought she would melt right at the spot where she sat as she felt his mouth brushing over her lips, like the wings of a butterfly that touched her bare skin.
Chapter: 2/7
Author: Marina aka Aearwen samthase@aon.at
Beta: Lynn the wonderful
Rating: PG-17
Disclaimer: The places and King Thranduil as well as Maeglin belong to Master Tolkien. I wrote this to depress myself and will definitely get no money out of it.
Warning: graphic violence, character death(s)
Pairing/cast: OMC/OFC (Saelbador/Marigold), Thranduil, Saelbeth, Maeglin
Time line: 700 years before the fellowship reaches Imladris
Summary: This little story tells the sad romance of Marigold and Saelbador, the parents of Saelbeth. It is a side story to a novel length fan fiction "Return of the Fallen" at http://www.orgsites.com/wa/maeglin/_pgg1.php3 .
Chapter 2
Weeks had passed since the recovery of Marigold's sister, who had given birth to her first child. The young woman had not told anyone about her encounter with the elf, Saelbador in the forest. As the days passed, she found herself constantly thinking about him. She often went back to the forest, but never saw the elves again.
When the people of her village rambled on in the village square, that they should go out and hunt those beasts down, she needed to leave them. She could not bare the thought of the elves being hunted down, as if they were endangered species, at the hands of the village folks. One evening she had finally had enough of the peoples' silly superstitions. Marigold had stood up abruptly and defended the elves. Her father had become very angry and had scolded her in front of those that were present that she should keep her mouth shut and stop jabbering nonsense.
"They are mean and arrogant. I never heard that one of them ever wasted a thought on us!" her father glared at his daughter, clutching his fist so tightly, his knuckles were white. One of the elders stood up and reminded Marigold's father that there had been a time, where the elves had called for help during war and that Luthien even had wed a man.
One morning Marigold walked the long way down to the creek to wash the clothes and blankets. It was a bright and sunny day, the weather was fair enough for the laundry to hang dry until evening. She had a white dress that she washed in lava soap almost daily because she wanted it to be as white as the clothes that the elves wore.
She dived her hands into the cold water and shivered. She knew within moments her hands would turn red and start to ache. After several times, diving the dress under water, her hands had become numb and she did not feel the cold anymore. She dipped some more garments deep into the water and rubbed them over a stone to get the stains out. Hours passed until she was satisfied with her work and got up again. Her knees were hurting as she stood; she almost buckled back down to the ground again, but regained her footing. She tried to flex her fingers, but they remained stiff.
Marigold tried to brush her hair behind her ears as she winced in pain from the cold hand. She turned around and jumped, as a thin scream escaped her mouth.
"Your hands are cold. Will you allow me to warm them?" Saelbador stood just right in front of her. He had watched her silently for a long time. The woman trembled, she did not know what to do. She had not forgotten him, but never had expected him to appear so close to the dwelling.
"If my people see you, they will kill you. For they think you are mean," Marigold stuttered. Saelbador smiled weakly "I know. They are full of prejudice because they do not know us to well." He took her cold hands between his and rubbed them, gently. Marigold could feel how the warmth of her blood returned. The pain was now gone. Slowly her fingers started to feel again as the elf continued his gentle ministration.
"I longed to see you again, Marigold," Saelbador sighed longingly.
The young woman's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Me? Why? The females of your kind are prettier than we are," She stuttered, confused.
"The females as you call them are our ladies, ellith. They are different." He moved her fingers to his lips and kissed them gently. Marigold blushed deep and tried to evade her hand. Saelbador did not let her hands go.
"Why do you still fear me? Do you not trust your heart, that I would never harm you?" He asked, searching her eyes.
The young woman shook her head and was not able to answer him but took a step closer to him. His hair sparkled in the sunlight. Suddenly Saelbador lifted his head and stared into the direction of her home. "You need to go, my dear Marigold. Your mother is coming." He kissed her fingertips one more time and turned. And before Marigold could realize it, he had disappeared.
From that day on, she was not herself anymore. She thought constantly about him. And Marigold was annoyed with the rough attempts that some of the young men made trying to court her. One night she woke up in the midst of a wonderful dream. She though to have heard someone calling. She sat up in her hard bed. The wood planks were only covered with thin straw and she was wrapped in a rough woolen blanket. She stared into the darkness while trying to adjust her eyes.
"Let me show you the moon tonight," Saelbador whispered into her ear. Marigold jostled with a start, but managed to pull herself together before she screamed, when she realized that it was only Saelbador.
She shook her head. "How? I can not walk down the stairs without being heard. My parents and my brothers sleep below."
"I will show you a way. Trust me, please."
Saelbador lifted her from her bed and walked to the little window. Only a small rope was hanging down. He held her tight around her waist with one arm. The other one he used to grab the rope and let the two of them travel down to the ground. Marigold gazed over his face and the moonlight behind him seemed to form a halo around his head.
"Come quickly." Saelbador took her hand and together they left the little village.
"I knew that at night is the only time, I could be alone with you. I can be able to talk to you without the danger of being seen." He had led her to a meadow close to the deep and dark forest. He had taken his grey cloak off and flattened it on the ground inviting her to sit down. And Marigold was too impressed and puzzled to argue against it.
But deep inside her heart, she felt bad. She knew her father would never allow her to be with a man alone. And she did not want to imagine what would happen if he found her here, in the middle of the night, under the full moon with an elf!
"I watch every single one of your steps. You walk dangerous paths in the forest." Saelbador still held her hand. He moved his other hand to her face and stroke her cheek most gently. Even though he barely touched her, she thought to feel her skin tingling.
"I want to learn more about you, Marigold. Lady whose hair is as beautiful as the flower," Saelbador said deeply, while stroking her hair. She told him quickly the little story of her life, that she had been born here and that she had three brothers and a sister. She rambled on that her parents were very watchful since she was unwed, but that her father already was making treaties with other men of the town to find a husband for her.
"Your spouse will be chosen for you?" Saelbador wondered aghast.
"Well, that is the customs of our people. Did your parents not chose for you?" Marigold queried with a puzzled look. She did not understand what was wrong.
"No, my parents did not chose for any of us. Our hearts chose our mates and once we bond with them our souls are entwined for eternity," he replied sentimental.
"You do have brothers and sisters too?" Marigold soaked up every word he said.
Saelbador nodded smiling.
Marigold wondered how old he was? She saw so much wisdom in his green eyes and she had heard that elves live forever. She did not dare to ask him and she did not need to, because he answered her questions before she could even speak.
"I have not found the soul that sings my song yet and she seems not to be under my kindred." He turned his head slightly to the side, making his light silvery hair cascading over his shoulders and arms. "My dear Marigold. I am older than the trees of your forest but in all my years I have not met anyone like you."
Marigold blushed slightly and looked away, fidgeting nervously with her hands. The elf gently took her chin between his fingers and moved her face to look at him. He moved himself closer and stroke her face, cupping it between his hands. His lips found her mouth and he kissed her softly. Marigold thought she would melt right at the spot where she sat as she felt his mouth brushing over her lips, like the wings of a butterfly that touched her bare skin.