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Adult ++
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World on Fire
World on Fire
Chapter 1
Author: Frosty the Loose Cannon
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Elrond, Legolas, Haldir, Arwen, OC, NC, AU
Summary: After the destruction of the one ring, all the races of Middle-earth come together to rid the world of Sauron's remaining threats. The elves send one with the gift of foresight to Lord Elrond for guidance, but do they send her at a bad time? The races of Men and Elves gather in Rivendell to speak of the growing concern for the safety of the world. And Boromir lives in this universe.
Note: Elvish translations are at the end of the story.
*
Írimë looked up at the gates to Imladris. They were stone, ancient, and iffeifferent than what she had expected. Sighing softly, she followed the procession into Rivendell and dismounted her horse, gazing at the city that surrounded her. She had not visited her before, having spent her short years in Lothlorien and nowhere else. She was used to trees and crystal stairways, not pillars and buildings of stone.
Galadriel, the Lady of the Wood, had insisted she travel to Imladris to seek out the counsel of Lord Elrond Half-Elven. The Lady spoke highly of him, of his gifts and insight, and Írimë had agreed, if only because of her love and respect for the Queen. She did not like to travel.
Haldir, the marchwarden who accompanied her, took the reigns of her horse and led them both to the stables not far from the gates. "Do not look so put-out," he said, smiling, "Imladris is a place of beauty. You will enjoy your time here."
"I hope you are right," she replied, as Haldir slung their bags over his shoulder. As they headed up the stone steps, Írimë narrowed her eyes and looked around. "Where is everyone?"
"I don't know. We will head to the Meeting Hall, perhaps they will be there."
Írimë followed Haldir across the bridge leading to the centre of the city. She had worried about coming here, for all was not right with the world. While the one ring had been destroyed, there were still servants of Sauron roaming Middle-earth. Galadriel had spoken of how it was important for Írimë to hone her skills of foresight, something not every elf had. They would be needed as the world was rebuilt. She had wanted the Lady to teach her herself, but that was not to be. Instead, she was sent to Imladris. To Elrond.
When they approached the Great Hall, the saw a young female elf standing outside the doors. She smiled as they came towards her. "Mae govannen," she said softly, "I am Arwen. Welcome to Imladris."
"My Lady," said Haldir, bowing, "It is an honour to meet Lord Elrond's daughter, and Lord Aragorn's wife. I am Haldir, and this is Írimë. Has your father spoke of our arrival?"
Írimë nodded politely to Arwen as she smiled. "He has," she said, "He asked me to greet you, and take Írimë to her rooms. My father is meeting with others in the Hall, Haldir, and has requested that you join them."
He looked surprised for a moment, but complied quickly. "I will see you soon," he said to Írimë before heading into the Hall. Írimë frowned, hearing heated voices coming from within.
"Have we come at a bad time?" she asked, following Arwen as she led her down the stone steps and through a small garden. The air was filled with the scent of roses and lilies. Their petals littered the worn path.
Arwen shook her head softly. "Not at all. A few of the people in the surrounding lands have ventured here to meet about the evil still roaming about. It will be short, and then my father can give you his full attention."
"I do not wish to be a burden." Írimë crossed her arms in front of her chest and smiled. "Truth be told, I am not sure why I am really here."
"I have spoken with Galadriel." When Írimë looked up, Arwen smiled shyly. "She is my grandmother. She told me of your gift. My father will be able to help you sharpen it. It will become a treasure to you, rather than the annoyance Galadriel believes you see it as."
Írimë blushed faintly. "I did not know she knew of my true feelings," she said, sighing, "I am ashamed. The Lady has been so gracious to me, I should respect her wisdom and learn to treat this as a good thing rather than a curse."
"Is it really that bad?" she asked, "My father has never spoken of his foresight in anything but the best of terms."
"I have not had this gift my entire life," replied Írimë, "It is recent, and I do not know how to control it. I see things sometimes, terrible things, and I do not understand them. I am grateful to your father for volunteering his help. Without it, I am sure I would end up insane."
Arwen's hand touched her shoulder and squeezed gently. "Do not worry. It will be better." They entered an archway which led to a dimly lit hall with many doors. She stopped at the third one, and opened it. "This is your room. I hope it will be comfortable."
Írimë entered the small room and looked around. Deep burgundy walls surrounded a large bed and a dresser, and an antique sitting chair. There was a door on the far side of the room that she assumed must be a bathroom. A small window was all that looked on to the outside world. It was a nice room, but Írimë was used to more open spaces.
"Thank you," she said, turning to Arwen. Laughing lightly and looking down at her dress, she realized Haldir had taken her bag. "I would change my clothes, but I'm afraid my companion has taken them. Do you know how long he will be with the others?"
"No, it could be a while," she responded, walking to a small closet and opening it. Írimë could see several garments hanging from the rail. "There are some dresses in here that may fit you. Feel free to wear them." She browsed through them, then pulled out a navy blue one. "This one is quite lovely."
Írimë took the dress as Arwen handed it to her. It was very nice, and very soft. She did not like taking so much from people who were so generous, but her own outfit was quite filthy. "It would be nice not to smell like horse," she said, her mouth twitching into a smile, "Thank you. I will change."
"I will wait for you outside. I would like to show you around, if you would care to see."
"I would." She glanced up at Arwen one last time before heading to the bathroom to change. The smell of lavendar filled her senses, a welcome change from smoke and animals. Perhaps Imladris would not be so bad.
*
TBC
Elf-Talk:
Mae govannen - Well met
Chapter 1
Author: Frosty the Loose Cannon
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Elrond, Legolas, Haldir, Arwen, OC, NC, AU
Summary: After the destruction of the one ring, all the races of Middle-earth come together to rid the world of Sauron's remaining threats. The elves send one with the gift of foresight to Lord Elrond for guidance, but do they send her at a bad time? The races of Men and Elves gather in Rivendell to speak of the growing concern for the safety of the world. And Boromir lives in this universe.
Note: Elvish translations are at the end of the story.
*
Írimë looked up at the gates to Imladris. They were stone, ancient, and iffeifferent than what she had expected. Sighing softly, she followed the procession into Rivendell and dismounted her horse, gazing at the city that surrounded her. She had not visited her before, having spent her short years in Lothlorien and nowhere else. She was used to trees and crystal stairways, not pillars and buildings of stone.
Galadriel, the Lady of the Wood, had insisted she travel to Imladris to seek out the counsel of Lord Elrond Half-Elven. The Lady spoke highly of him, of his gifts and insight, and Írimë had agreed, if only because of her love and respect for the Queen. She did not like to travel.
Haldir, the marchwarden who accompanied her, took the reigns of her horse and led them both to the stables not far from the gates. "Do not look so put-out," he said, smiling, "Imladris is a place of beauty. You will enjoy your time here."
"I hope you are right," she replied, as Haldir slung their bags over his shoulder. As they headed up the stone steps, Írimë narrowed her eyes and looked around. "Where is everyone?"
"I don't know. We will head to the Meeting Hall, perhaps they will be there."
Írimë followed Haldir across the bridge leading to the centre of the city. She had worried about coming here, for all was not right with the world. While the one ring had been destroyed, there were still servants of Sauron roaming Middle-earth. Galadriel had spoken of how it was important for Írimë to hone her skills of foresight, something not every elf had. They would be needed as the world was rebuilt. She had wanted the Lady to teach her herself, but that was not to be. Instead, she was sent to Imladris. To Elrond.
When they approached the Great Hall, the saw a young female elf standing outside the doors. She smiled as they came towards her. "Mae govannen," she said softly, "I am Arwen. Welcome to Imladris."
"My Lady," said Haldir, bowing, "It is an honour to meet Lord Elrond's daughter, and Lord Aragorn's wife. I am Haldir, and this is Írimë. Has your father spoke of our arrival?"
Írimë nodded politely to Arwen as she smiled. "He has," she said, "He asked me to greet you, and take Írimë to her rooms. My father is meeting with others in the Hall, Haldir, and has requested that you join them."
He looked surprised for a moment, but complied quickly. "I will see you soon," he said to Írimë before heading into the Hall. Írimë frowned, hearing heated voices coming from within.
"Have we come at a bad time?" she asked, following Arwen as she led her down the stone steps and through a small garden. The air was filled with the scent of roses and lilies. Their petals littered the worn path.
Arwen shook her head softly. "Not at all. A few of the people in the surrounding lands have ventured here to meet about the evil still roaming about. It will be short, and then my father can give you his full attention."
"I do not wish to be a burden." Írimë crossed her arms in front of her chest and smiled. "Truth be told, I am not sure why I am really here."
"I have spoken with Galadriel." When Írimë looked up, Arwen smiled shyly. "She is my grandmother. She told me of your gift. My father will be able to help you sharpen it. It will become a treasure to you, rather than the annoyance Galadriel believes you see it as."
Írimë blushed faintly. "I did not know she knew of my true feelings," she said, sighing, "I am ashamed. The Lady has been so gracious to me, I should respect her wisdom and learn to treat this as a good thing rather than a curse."
"Is it really that bad?" she asked, "My father has never spoken of his foresight in anything but the best of terms."
"I have not had this gift my entire life," replied Írimë, "It is recent, and I do not know how to control it. I see things sometimes, terrible things, and I do not understand them. I am grateful to your father for volunteering his help. Without it, I am sure I would end up insane."
Arwen's hand touched her shoulder and squeezed gently. "Do not worry. It will be better." They entered an archway which led to a dimly lit hall with many doors. She stopped at the third one, and opened it. "This is your room. I hope it will be comfortable."
Írimë entered the small room and looked around. Deep burgundy walls surrounded a large bed and a dresser, and an antique sitting chair. There was a door on the far side of the room that she assumed must be a bathroom. A small window was all that looked on to the outside world. It was a nice room, but Írimë was used to more open spaces.
"Thank you," she said, turning to Arwen. Laughing lightly and looking down at her dress, she realized Haldir had taken her bag. "I would change my clothes, but I'm afraid my companion has taken them. Do you know how long he will be with the others?"
"No, it could be a while," she responded, walking to a small closet and opening it. Írimë could see several garments hanging from the rail. "There are some dresses in here that may fit you. Feel free to wear them." She browsed through them, then pulled out a navy blue one. "This one is quite lovely."
Írimë took the dress as Arwen handed it to her. It was very nice, and very soft. She did not like taking so much from people who were so generous, but her own outfit was quite filthy. "It would be nice not to smell like horse," she said, her mouth twitching into a smile, "Thank you. I will change."
"I will wait for you outside. I would like to show you around, if you would care to see."
"I would." She glanced up at Arwen one last time before heading to the bathroom to change. The smell of lavendar filled her senses, a welcome change from smoke and animals. Perhaps Imladris would not be so bad.
*
TBC
Elf-Talk:
Mae govannen - Well met