Faded Light: Book II
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Adult ++
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43
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Ar Yar
(For additional notes and disclaimers, please see top of Chapter 1.)
= Here's a new one...I'll try to post the next one next week, but I know so little goes on in fandom around Christmas that I might wait until the first week of January. In the meantime, I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas... =
Chapter 23
Ar Yar
“...Mel, I thought your father told you to stop fighting with that boy,” Amanyar scolded, holding onto the Elfling’s arm firmly to keep her from running after who had by now become her sworn enemy.
“I didn’t agree to bring you and Katya with me today so you could look for trouble, Child.”
“...it wasn’t my fault,” the child protested. “Faraz pushed me first...”
“And you just had to respond...you’re getting too old for such foolishness,” she admonished, “Elf or not. It’s past time you started learning self-control...”
She stopped, as she saw that the Elfling had stopped listening and was looking desperately up and down the street, “...what’s wrong now, child...?”
“My necklace, the one Ada gave me, I think it fell off...”
“What necklace?”
“Ada gave it to me, it looks like a leaf...help me look...”
“Mel, I don’t see it,” said the old woman after they had gone over several yards of the part of the street where they were standing, “are you sure you didn’t leave it at home...?”
“Yes...” the child looked to be near tears.
“...these things happen Child,” said the old slave, trying for a less exasperated tone, “I’m sure your father will understand...”
“He’s gonna be mad all over again...”
“I’ll talk to him all right,” she said, laying an arm gently over the Elfling’s shoulders, “it was an accident...
“Come on now, let’s see where Katya’s run off to.”
Neither the old woman nor the child noticed the marked man who had been watching everything from nearby.
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“...Elrond, I believe you already know our Chief Ngolmo-nisse and Royal Istima, Mistress Randiriel,” said the Elvenking, introducing the teacher whose class they had run into while he and some of his nobles entertained their guests from the other Elven realms with a tour of the Royal gardens...
“I am glad to see you again,” said the Lord of Imladris. “Anann chen ú-gennin.”
“Mae govannen, Hir Nin.
“We were just having a nature class,” she explained. “There is some very interesting flora in this garden...”
Just then one of the Elflings came running...
“Indadar,” said Ithilhen breathlessly, pulling on the King’s arm, “Benain found a fallen nest and an injured bird...come look...”
“Pardon, My Lords,” said the King, letting the Elfling lead him off the path...
The other Elf Lords smiled slightly at that, watching the normally somber King with his grandchild, a few along with the King’s sister and cousin following curiously...
Benain had picked up the bird and had it in his closed hands a troubled look on his face...
“Let me see, Child,” said Elrond coming to kneel beside the Elfling. “Maybe I can help...”
The boy opened his hands but then the little bird, which one moment was completely still fluttered its wings once and flew off...
“How did you do that?” gasped the other Elfling in uncontained surprise.
“I didn’t...” the younger boy looked as horrified as the King’s grandson was excited.
“...well, clearly the bird wasn’t hurt that badly...” said Esarulir dismissively, standing over the King’s shoulder.
“...Grandfather, you saw it; it wasn’t moving...”
“...and clearly Hir Feredir needs to have a talk with his son about untruths...” with that the King’s cousin left in an unreasonable huff...
“I think these children have had enough excitement for one afternoon,” said the stunned teacher, taking the lead in front of the amazed Elven Lords now whispering amongst themselves and the other children, though no one apparently more astounded than Benain who was still gazing aghast at where the bird had disappeared to...
“Indadar...” Ithilhen tried again.
Mistress Randiriel laid a firm hand on the Elfling’s shoulder to keep him from saying anything more, “...by your leave, My Lords, I think we’ll go back to the classroom now...
“Tula, children...gather your things...”
“...Valar, what just happened...Elrond...?” the King turned to the Lord of Rivendell once the teacher had rounded up and disappeared with the class of astonished Elflings...
“Woodland magic,” said Elrond in a low voice so only the King and Princess Mereniel could hear. “I may not know who that child’s parents were, but I have no doubt now that he is one of your people, Thranduil...he is of Silvan blood...”
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“What do you want?” Tadion looked up from where he had been working, filling and labeling herb jars for Vaurna’s store room, to find the unwelcome figure of his older brother in the doorway.
“I certainly hope that is not how you greet everyone who comes through that door,” said the Forest Lord with as much disapproval as he had ever shown when Tadion was much younger...and the Healer knew that if he had expected anything to have changed in four hundred years he would have been disappointed...
“What do you want, Hirgon,” he asked again, his face impassive. “I’m rather busy...”
“I came for the latest casualty reports, Vaurna said you would have them. They’re needed for the next Council meeting.”
He added spitefully, “...unless you haven’t finished them yet...”
“Do not talk to me like I’m a child or one of your underlings,” said the youth standing up and meeting his brother’s eyes defiantly. “I am not even your brother anymore as you made so clear...that day long ago...”
He moved around the table and retrieved the two needed folders from his desk, pushing them into his brother’s hands.
“I see your line of work has done little to improve your character...”
“With all due respect, Nin Brannon,” said the younger Ef, matching his brother’s arrogant tone, “you have known nothing of my character or my life since...” he felt his voice start to waver but pressed on before he lost his nerve, “...since the day I left your house. And you knew little of it even before then. Had it been up to you, I would have been long dead. Well, I’m not...even if my continued existence still embarrasses you...”
He saw the rage in other’s green eyes, but also felt a rare satisfaction in seeing his brother holding back whatever malicious comment was on the tip of his tongue. “There are the reports,” he said, “completed, signed and without so much as a misspelled name...now if you would kindly go back to staying out of my life, as you have so generously done for almost four centuries, we could both be spared all this unpleasantness...
“And do close the door on your way out.” Without another word he returned to his worktable, and did not look back until long after the other Elf had left, but it was even longer before he was able to do more than pretend to still really be doing any work...
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“Boy...”
Both boys took their eyes off of their latest mischief and looked suspiciously at the tattooed Easterling.
“Your name’s Faraz...” said the man.
“Aye,” answered the older-looking one haughtily.
“I saw you in the square, before,” said the boy. “What do you want?”
The marked man tried to smile affably; it had not taken him long to find the boy called Faraz, after watching the scene between the old woman and the Elf girl in the square; he was now accompanied by another slightly younger looking urchin, both now using a stick to tease a small wolf cub in a cage in front of a shop...
Oh yes, these two were troublemakers, he thought and smiled to himself. If he had had sons, he would have been proud if they had turned out this perverse.
“I was wondering if you might help me with something.
“I need some information...” he reached into his coin purse and pulled out two silver pieces. “Which I’ll pay for, of course...”
“What do you want to know?” said Faraz in a more good-natured tone, taking the money without having to think twice.
“...that girl you were with in the square, who is she?”
“She’s nobody,” said the boy with disdain. “Her name’s Mel.
“Her father’s one of the king’s bawdy slaves,” he added, thinking himself very clever for the pun and looked suspiciously at the man again, “Why do you want to know about her?”
“Her father is an Elf...or is her mother...?” asked the Easterling.
“...he’s an Elf, but Mel don’t have a mother; not a real one. Just Amanyar, the old woman...you saw her...”
“They say her father’s a strange kind of male Elf who can get with child...” interrupted the other boy for the first time.
“...since you’re so curious about the King’s Elves,” Faraz cut in again, sending his friend a look to keep quiet, “maybe you’d be interested in this...” he held up the leaf pendant just long enough for the man to see and put it away again. “It was hers,” he said, “it came off...
“I don’t think it’s worth much, but you can have it for another two pieces...”
The man smiled menacingly, and reached back into his purse. “I see a bright future for you, Boy,” he said. As a cutthroat and a thief...he added to himself.
TBC...
Elvish Translations:
Ar Yar / Royal Blood
Adar, Ada / Father, dad, daddy
Ngolmo-nisse / lore mistress
Istima / teacher (Literally: wise, learned. (The closest equivalent I could find for the word teacher.))
Anann chen ú-gennin. / I have not seen you for a long time.
Mae govannen / well met
Hir nin / my lord
Indadar / grandfather ( (Q.) Adapted from Indyo / grandchild or descendant and Yondo / son, since Tolkien provided surprisingly few words relating to family relationships.)
Tula / come
Nin Brannon / My Lord
= Here's a new one...I'll try to post the next one next week, but I know so little goes on in fandom around Christmas that I might wait until the first week of January. In the meantime, I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas... =
Ar Yar
“...Mel, I thought your father told you to stop fighting with that boy,” Amanyar scolded, holding onto the Elfling’s arm firmly to keep her from running after who had by now become her sworn enemy.
“I didn’t agree to bring you and Katya with me today so you could look for trouble, Child.”
“...it wasn’t my fault,” the child protested. “Faraz pushed me first...”
“And you just had to respond...you’re getting too old for such foolishness,” she admonished, “Elf or not. It’s past time you started learning self-control...”
She stopped, as she saw that the Elfling had stopped listening and was looking desperately up and down the street, “...what’s wrong now, child...?”
“My necklace, the one Ada gave me, I think it fell off...”
“What necklace?”
“Ada gave it to me, it looks like a leaf...help me look...”
“Mel, I don’t see it,” said the old woman after they had gone over several yards of the part of the street where they were standing, “are you sure you didn’t leave it at home...?”
“Yes...” the child looked to be near tears.
“...these things happen Child,” said the old slave, trying for a less exasperated tone, “I’m sure your father will understand...”
“He’s gonna be mad all over again...”
“I’ll talk to him all right,” she said, laying an arm gently over the Elfling’s shoulders, “it was an accident...
“Come on now, let’s see where Katya’s run off to.”
Neither the old woman nor the child noticed the marked man who had been watching everything from nearby.
======================================
“...Elrond, I believe you already know our Chief Ngolmo-nisse and Royal Istima, Mistress Randiriel,” said the Elvenking, introducing the teacher whose class they had run into while he and some of his nobles entertained their guests from the other Elven realms with a tour of the Royal gardens...
“I am glad to see you again,” said the Lord of Imladris. “Anann chen ú-gennin.”
“Mae govannen, Hir Nin.
“We were just having a nature class,” she explained. “There is some very interesting flora in this garden...”
Just then one of the Elflings came running...
“Indadar,” said Ithilhen breathlessly, pulling on the King’s arm, “Benain found a fallen nest and an injured bird...come look...”
“Pardon, My Lords,” said the King, letting the Elfling lead him off the path...
The other Elf Lords smiled slightly at that, watching the normally somber King with his grandchild, a few along with the King’s sister and cousin following curiously...
Benain had picked up the bird and had it in his closed hands a troubled look on his face...
“Let me see, Child,” said Elrond coming to kneel beside the Elfling. “Maybe I can help...”
The boy opened his hands but then the little bird, which one moment was completely still fluttered its wings once and flew off...
“How did you do that?” gasped the other Elfling in uncontained surprise.
“I didn’t...” the younger boy looked as horrified as the King’s grandson was excited.
“...well, clearly the bird wasn’t hurt that badly...” said Esarulir dismissively, standing over the King’s shoulder.
“...Grandfather, you saw it; it wasn’t moving...”
“...and clearly Hir Feredir needs to have a talk with his son about untruths...” with that the King’s cousin left in an unreasonable huff...
“I think these children have had enough excitement for one afternoon,” said the stunned teacher, taking the lead in front of the amazed Elven Lords now whispering amongst themselves and the other children, though no one apparently more astounded than Benain who was still gazing aghast at where the bird had disappeared to...
“Indadar...” Ithilhen tried again.
Mistress Randiriel laid a firm hand on the Elfling’s shoulder to keep him from saying anything more, “...by your leave, My Lords, I think we’ll go back to the classroom now...
“Tula, children...gather your things...”
“...Valar, what just happened...Elrond...?” the King turned to the Lord of Rivendell once the teacher had rounded up and disappeared with the class of astonished Elflings...
“Woodland magic,” said Elrond in a low voice so only the King and Princess Mereniel could hear. “I may not know who that child’s parents were, but I have no doubt now that he is one of your people, Thranduil...he is of Silvan blood...”
========================================
“What do you want?” Tadion looked up from where he had been working, filling and labeling herb jars for Vaurna’s store room, to find the unwelcome figure of his older brother in the doorway.
“I certainly hope that is not how you greet everyone who comes through that door,” said the Forest Lord with as much disapproval as he had ever shown when Tadion was much younger...and the Healer knew that if he had expected anything to have changed in four hundred years he would have been disappointed...
“What do you want, Hirgon,” he asked again, his face impassive. “I’m rather busy...”
“I came for the latest casualty reports, Vaurna said you would have them. They’re needed for the next Council meeting.”
He added spitefully, “...unless you haven’t finished them yet...”
“Do not talk to me like I’m a child or one of your underlings,” said the youth standing up and meeting his brother’s eyes defiantly. “I am not even your brother anymore as you made so clear...that day long ago...”
He moved around the table and retrieved the two needed folders from his desk, pushing them into his brother’s hands.
“I see your line of work has done little to improve your character...”
“With all due respect, Nin Brannon,” said the younger Ef, matching his brother’s arrogant tone, “you have known nothing of my character or my life since...” he felt his voice start to waver but pressed on before he lost his nerve, “...since the day I left your house. And you knew little of it even before then. Had it been up to you, I would have been long dead. Well, I’m not...even if my continued existence still embarrasses you...”
He saw the rage in other’s green eyes, but also felt a rare satisfaction in seeing his brother holding back whatever malicious comment was on the tip of his tongue. “There are the reports,” he said, “completed, signed and without so much as a misspelled name...now if you would kindly go back to staying out of my life, as you have so generously done for almost four centuries, we could both be spared all this unpleasantness...
“And do close the door on your way out.” Without another word he returned to his worktable, and did not look back until long after the other Elf had left, but it was even longer before he was able to do more than pretend to still really be doing any work...
===================
“Boy...”
Both boys took their eyes off of their latest mischief and looked suspiciously at the tattooed Easterling.
“Your name’s Faraz...” said the man.
“Aye,” answered the older-looking one haughtily.
“I saw you in the square, before,” said the boy. “What do you want?”
The marked man tried to smile affably; it had not taken him long to find the boy called Faraz, after watching the scene between the old woman and the Elf girl in the square; he was now accompanied by another slightly younger looking urchin, both now using a stick to tease a small wolf cub in a cage in front of a shop...
Oh yes, these two were troublemakers, he thought and smiled to himself. If he had had sons, he would have been proud if they had turned out this perverse.
“I was wondering if you might help me with something.
“I need some information...” he reached into his coin purse and pulled out two silver pieces. “Which I’ll pay for, of course...”
“What do you want to know?” said Faraz in a more good-natured tone, taking the money without having to think twice.
“...that girl you were with in the square, who is she?”
“She’s nobody,” said the boy with disdain. “Her name’s Mel.
“Her father’s one of the king’s bawdy slaves,” he added, thinking himself very clever for the pun and looked suspiciously at the man again, “Why do you want to know about her?”
“Her father is an Elf...or is her mother...?” asked the Easterling.
“...he’s an Elf, but Mel don’t have a mother; not a real one. Just Amanyar, the old woman...you saw her...”
“They say her father’s a strange kind of male Elf who can get with child...” interrupted the other boy for the first time.
“...since you’re so curious about the King’s Elves,” Faraz cut in again, sending his friend a look to keep quiet, “maybe you’d be interested in this...” he held up the leaf pendant just long enough for the man to see and put it away again. “It was hers,” he said, “it came off...
“I don’t think it’s worth much, but you can have it for another two pieces...”
The man smiled menacingly, and reached back into his purse. “I see a bright future for you, Boy,” he said. As a cutthroat and a thief...he added to himself.
TBC...
Elvish Translations:
Ar Yar / Royal Blood
Adar, Ada / Father, dad, daddy
Ngolmo-nisse / lore mistress
Istima / teacher (Literally: wise, learned. (The closest equivalent I could find for the word teacher.))
Anann chen ú-gennin. / I have not seen you for a long time.
Mae govannen / well met
Hir nin / my lord
Indadar / grandfather ( (Q.) Adapted from Indyo / grandchild or descendant and Yondo / son, since Tolkien provided surprisingly few words relating to family relationships.)
Tula / come
Nin Brannon / My Lord