The Risingsun of Lindon

A: N/ I own no Tolkien places or characters! Don’t sue me!


“Arlome! Arlome! Wake up, please!”

I felt a hand on my shoulder softly rocking me. I turned and slowly opened my eyes; the first thing that caught my sight was a beautiful, some kind of shining, maybe glowing, tall figure of a woman.
The woman resembled a bit that Elven lady from the movie “ lord of the rings” whose name was…

“ Arwen?!”

“Yes! Yes! A Elbereth Gilthoniel! You are awake! We were so worried about you!” she cried in her clear melodic voice.

“What are you doing in my room?” I asked and was amazed to find out that I had the same kind of voice. I began to wonder where I was and what happened to me.

“Your room?! It is my room! I guess that bump on your head really caused some damage!”

I reached for my forehead. The pain that consumed it was unbearable!
“Oww! What happened?” I asked as I rubbed my aching head.

Arwen smiled and caressed my cheek. “You arrived at the break of day. I stood and greeted you with much glee as you did also. Due to that joyful reunion you have missed the sight of the tree before you…after you rode straight into it, you fell off your horse…” was I that stupid…?

I tried to realize what was I doing lying in a titanic wooden bed, covered in silk. I also tried to remember what I had for a drink the night before and whether it had affected me in an unchangeable way that could cause me serious brain damage. In other words I was very confused.

“Who am I?”

She looked at me with a very anxious look on her face ” tula sinome”(come here)
To my very big surprise I understood what she said.

I got up and sat next to her, she put her warm hand on my forehead and looked at me, distress in her eyes.

Finally after a minute of silence she asked, her voice trembled” Arlome, lle tyava quel?”(Arlome, do you feel well?)

I took her hand in main and opened my mouth to speak. To my astonishment a flood of words in Elvish came out.
“ Ni quel, Nan’ Ni uuma rina ya naa Ni ar sut Ume Ni tyela de naien sinome…” (I am well, but I don’t remember who am I and how did I end up being here).
Now she was horrified.

“I will call my father” she muttered and went out of the room with a rush.

I looked around; I was in a beautiful room. The walls of it were of bright orange and the beautiful furniture was of golden wood.
The color made my eyes relax and the pain in my head eased a bit.
A minute later Arwen and her father came into the room.
Master Elrond. With all his might, so fair of face, so pful,ful, so grave!
And yet so kind and joyful.
But now only signs of distress could be seen in that fair noble face of the Elven lord.

“Arlome, ta nae saiuumeuume, sut naa lle?”(Arlome, it has been to long, how are you?) He cried as he wa in, in, sat on the edge of the bed were I was sitting, and took my hands in his.

“Master Elrond, I do not remember a thing”

He cupped my chin in his palm and smiledssurssuringly “Not a worry in the world, Risingsun, all will be well…”

Arwen looked concerned. She put her hand on her fathers shoulder and asked” is it the bump on her head that caused this?”
He looked at her “I don’t know, it might be, maybe it was the fall, but do not worry, Arwen, it will soon pass”.

Than the dime dropped.
I understood what was going on! I was dreaming! I was probably in some kind of a freaking dream, a nice dream and all, but still a freaking dre I r I ran my hand through my hair and I screamed.

“My ears! My ears!” Elrond and Arwen jumped to my high-pitched screams.

“Wis wis wrong with them?!” asked Elrond in alert.

“They are pointed!!!!” I wailed.
They laughed out loud at my comment.

“But of course they are! You are an Elf!!” giggled Arwen.

“I’m a what?!”

Now the picture began to clear up a bit, I was some kind of an elf, my name was Arlome, and the Lord of Imladris and his daughter knew me quit well.

“Master Elrond, would you be so kind to inform me of my self…I seemed to forgot who I am…” I decided that to play along would be the best thing to do.

Lord Elrond looked at me for a while before he spoke ” you are Arlome
Risingsun, daughter of Lintecamion, an high Elven Lord”

Sounds nice, so far so good.

“You were on your way to the lonely mountain, but as you knew I wished to talk to you even before I did, you decided to stop at Rivendell” He said and smile. Arwen coughed and looked judgingly at her father. With a slight chuckle he added: “and you wished to see us all again, of course”.

That sounded rather queer. First of all, how could I possibly know that Elrond wanted to talk to me, second of all, what the hell was I doing on the way to the lonely mountain?!

“Why was I on the way to the lonely mountain?” I spoke out loud.

Elrond stared at me “ because you wanted to draw it” he said as if it was the one and only reason why a person travels to the lonely mountain.

“ To draw it? Am I a painter?” I was so confused.

Now both of them looked at me with a very strange expression on their faces, then they remembered that I didn’t remember anything and relaxed.
“But of course you are! That is the reason you go on journeys, you always said that your dream is to draw every inch of middle earth” said Arwen.

I simply smiled.
I was a painter, and an Elf! Now what else could I possibly want?!
I started to really like this dream…

Lord Elrond looked at me and smiled too.

“Let us speak ll tll this later, when time will not be so short anessiessing. Come now Arwen, Arlome, let us go to breakfast, today will be a very long day”…