Sigilion's Story
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
1,325
Reviews:
1
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 7
Title: Sigilion's Story chapter 7
Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)
Rating: NC-17 (in later chapters, I think. G for now)
Pairing: OMC/OMC
Disclaimer: The characters you recognize belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Tuxedo Elf, Luthien, this chapter
Notes: This is the story of one of my OMC's. It comes mainly from role play situations. I own Sigilion, Faerfaen, Faevaethor and Sídheth. Tuxedo Elf owns Carthôlion and Andernilion. Punisher8209 owns punisher. Mistress Mauburz is the property of the Magic Rat and Master Erestor. Luthien owns Tefys. Other characters will be listed as they appear.
Summary: Sigilion tells his story.
** Michelle, I hope this chapter answers your questions. And I cannot tell you if the story will have a happy ending or not, sorry.**
Chapter 7
I feel that I should take this opportunity to explain about Faerfaen. I have spoken much about her and her fears, yet have explained nothing. I have said that we have adopted her, yet have told nothing about her parents. This is painful for me, yet I feel it necessary.
Faerfaen was born in the kingdom of Mirkwood. Her parents, Faevaethor and Sídheth were bringing her to Imladris for a visit with her aunt. As they approached the Bruinen, they were attacked by orcs. Faerfaen escaped unscathed and found her way to the shop, where she was cared for until it was discovered that she had an aunt residing in Imladris. The two were a great comfort to each other in dealing with their pain, for one had lost her parents and the other had lost a much-loved brother in the attack.
Patrols were sent out, in which I took part, looking for her parents. We spent days searching near and far, hoping beyond hope to be able to reunite this broken family. In the end, I was the one to make the discovery, and the sight will haunt me to the end of Arda. I had been sent ahead to scout out the area, not expecting to find anything, when I stumbled over the most ghastly scene my eyes have ever been forced to behold. All that remained of her parents were broken bones, picked clean, tattered garments, and matted brown and matted flaming red hair. I fell to my knees and retched, emptying my stomach of all that I had consumed that day, tears of grief streaming down my cheeks.
It was there that Elladan found me, and knelt beside me, wrapping his arms around me and sharing my grief. I clung to my friend that day, needing his strength to give me strength, for we would have to bear the news back home, as well as the remains of the two sad victims of the attack. I have never spoken of this to Carthôlion, or to Faerfaen. I doubt I ever will. For to speak of it would bring the vision of a tear-stained face, asleep in her aunt’s arms and it would once again break my heart.
Her aunt cannot care for an elfling however, her work makes too many demands on her time, and the elfling was allowed to roam without supervision. She spent much time in the shop. It was there that she felt the most at home. She had a tentative friendship with Eldanar, for he had been there when she first arrived, and she spent her first night in her new home with him. She met Tefys here as well, for the shop was a haven for the elflings and all of the adults looked after them.
It was also in the shop where she first met Carthôlion. From the first moment, she took to him and claimed his lap as her own. If they were both in the shop, she could be found sitting there, safe in his arms. I feel it was love at first sight for the both of them. Faerfaen had adopted him long before she ever asked him to be her ada, and I am forever grateful that I was allowed to join in their love and to be accepted by both.
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Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)
Rating: NC-17 (in later chapters, I think. G for now)
Pairing: OMC/OMC
Disclaimer: The characters you recognize belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Tuxedo Elf, Luthien, this chapter
Notes: This is the story of one of my OMC's. It comes mainly from role play situations. I own Sigilion, Faerfaen, Faevaethor and Sídheth. Tuxedo Elf owns Carthôlion and Andernilion. Punisher8209 owns punisher. Mistress Mauburz is the property of the Magic Rat and Master Erestor. Luthien owns Tefys. Other characters will be listed as they appear.
Summary: Sigilion tells his story.
** Michelle, I hope this chapter answers your questions. And I cannot tell you if the story will have a happy ending or not, sorry.**
Chapter 7
I feel that I should take this opportunity to explain about Faerfaen. I have spoken much about her and her fears, yet have explained nothing. I have said that we have adopted her, yet have told nothing about her parents. This is painful for me, yet I feel it necessary.
Faerfaen was born in the kingdom of Mirkwood. Her parents, Faevaethor and Sídheth were bringing her to Imladris for a visit with her aunt. As they approached the Bruinen, they were attacked by orcs. Faerfaen escaped unscathed and found her way to the shop, where she was cared for until it was discovered that she had an aunt residing in Imladris. The two were a great comfort to each other in dealing with their pain, for one had lost her parents and the other had lost a much-loved brother in the attack.
Patrols were sent out, in which I took part, looking for her parents. We spent days searching near and far, hoping beyond hope to be able to reunite this broken family. In the end, I was the one to make the discovery, and the sight will haunt me to the end of Arda. I had been sent ahead to scout out the area, not expecting to find anything, when I stumbled over the most ghastly scene my eyes have ever been forced to behold. All that remained of her parents were broken bones, picked clean, tattered garments, and matted brown and matted flaming red hair. I fell to my knees and retched, emptying my stomach of all that I had consumed that day, tears of grief streaming down my cheeks.
It was there that Elladan found me, and knelt beside me, wrapping his arms around me and sharing my grief. I clung to my friend that day, needing his strength to give me strength, for we would have to bear the news back home, as well as the remains of the two sad victims of the attack. I have never spoken of this to Carthôlion, or to Faerfaen. I doubt I ever will. For to speak of it would bring the vision of a tear-stained face, asleep in her aunt’s arms and it would once again break my heart.
Her aunt cannot care for an elfling however, her work makes too many demands on her time, and the elfling was allowed to roam without supervision. She spent much time in the shop. It was there that she felt the most at home. She had a tentative friendship with Eldanar, for he had been there when she first arrived, and she spent her first night in her new home with him. She met Tefys here as well, for the shop was a haven for the elflings and all of the adults looked after them.
It was also in the shop where she first met Carthôlion. From the first moment, she took to him and claimed his lap as her own. If they were both in the shop, she could be found sitting there, safe in his arms. I feel it was love at first sight for the both of them. Faerfaen had adopted him long before she ever asked him to be her ada, and I am forever grateful that I was allowed to join in their love and to be accepted by both.
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