Be Back Before Dawn - Meetings
Oh and I have used Old English for words she uses from the Language from the Mark, because Tolkien said something about Rohhiric being reminiscent of Old English.
Hmmm... why don't I make her speak Rohirric all the time? Well for one thing I don't know the language fluently, or even a little I just found a website with some words on it.
And she comes from the Mark, I think the people of the Mark who found her as a baby would not have left her all alone even if they disliked elves, and about the horse having blood of the Mearas... Meh! I just added that in for no reason, so deal with it. Don't worry I know only royals have own horses that are of the Mearas!
I say that elves come of age at 50 because I read on a site that Tolkien said it is between 50-80 years.
Well... that's all I gotta say, *rolls eyes*
Be Back Before Dawn: -Meetings.
"An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.
A star was bound upon her brows;
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lórien the fair.
Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree..."
Dawn sang as she sat under the shade of a great silver-stemmed tree, she looked around. Someone was there, `Of course there is, they are good at watching their borders. Modor told me they hear everything in this wood, always someone around listening.' The young maiden thought to herself. She looked over at Éoaethel, her horse who was grazing happily a little way away.
"Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.
Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed."
She sang a little more and then stopped to listen again, maybe it was her imagination, no it wasn't! Someone was watching her. The people of this wood were suspicious of strangers and that was what she was. She was an elf, but she was a stranger to these lands and all her own people. She was twenty years old and had been brought up by a mortal family and they looked darkly upon this wood, "Dwimordene." She mumbled to herself, `but that can't be true, I can't be associated with a strange people living in a haunted wood. The elves can't be that terrible can they? I wish moder and fæder had not died, but they all will all get old and leave me so I could not stay and keep getting hurt.' Dawn had many thoughts going through her mind that she forgot to concentrate on listening for any signs of movement about her.
"Man eneth lín, mal telich?" There came a strong and commanding voice from behind her. Dawn jumped up to her feet, spun around and drew her sword. A tall elf came into view, in his hand he held a bow by his side but he drew no arrow, he put his empty hand up in peace. Dawn felt no harm from the elf so she sheathed her sword.
"I do not understand your words." She said quietly. It felt so wrong, here was the first of her own kind she had ever laid eyes on and there was a language barrier between them. She didn't even know the language of her own kind. He gave her a strange look, "I ask you; what is your name, where do you come from?" He repeated in the common tongue.
Dawn felt relieved that he knew the common language. "My name is Dawn; I come from the Mark in search of my own kind." She looked over at him waiting his reply, would he let her go forth or will she be sent back to where she came. "You come from Rohan? How is it an elf came to live there?" He asked in surprise, his glance came cool, not sure of her, knowing how they looked upon elves in that land. She looked him up and down, what business was it of his? He didn't even know her, why would he care. The elf stood there patiently awaiting an answer.
"My parents, they are a family of farmers in Rohan. They found me when I was a babe and brought me up, but they were old when they found me and they recently passed away so I thought it was time I found something out about myself or if that was impossible, just to find out about my own kind. Is that alright with you and your people or would you point me in the direction of another dwelling place of elves?" Dawn looked up confidently at the other elf the whole time she spoke; her face and voice she kept serious.
The elf smiled he was obviously amused, "So solemn for such a young girl. Should you not have flowers entwined in hair and be laughing and singing and dancing with other maidens? And a sword, have you any skill with it?" He asked.
She looked at him in surprise, "Well I am not a child anymore, at least where I come from I am not. I enjoy singing and dancing but sometimes there are other things that need to be done first, and concerning the sword: yes I do have some skill with it; women of the Mark learned long ago that those without swords may still die upon them. Is there anything else you wish to question me about, sir?" She was getting a little annoyed with this elf; he asked her too many questions for someone who hadn't even the courtesy to reveal his own name, and still he hadn't allowed her admittance to this land or turned her back on her way.
"I ask you sir, am I to stay or am I to go? I didn't know elves were so impolite, what is your name? I have told you more than enough about myself." She crossed her arms over her chest. He gave her a little bow and laughed lightly, "Why, I am sorry Lady Dawn. My name is Haldir I am the Marchwarden of Lothlórien, and you will now come with me to Caras Galadhon it is our city deep in the wood."
Éoaethel had disappeared, Dawn looked around and whistled calling to the horse. Soon Éoaethel trotted up by her side and neighed happily, she seemed delighted with the wood. "I can see that is a good horse Lady, it is strong and noble." Haldir ran his hand along the horse's nose. "Of course she is, she has the blood of the Mearas in her, and it flows strong too." Dawn stated happily, she was lucky to have come by such a good horse.
"Mearas, yes lucky is Rohan to have such horses that descend from those brought out of the West long years ago." Éoaethel seemed to like Haldir; she normally would not go near or let any ride her except for Dawn.
He said, "Come we will now go to the city." Dawn walked along side Éoaethel leading her along the way. They walked a long way in silence, then Haldir asked her another question. "I was wondering why it is you know the song of Nimrodel? If you were brought up in the Mark since you were an infant you could not know it."
"It was taught to me," she thought for a moment, "ten years ago now it would be. A man, Thorongil was his name. He served King Thengel for some years but he was not a man of the Mark. He knew a good deal about elves and taught me this song and told me where it was I could find the Golden Wood if I ever desired to do so." She told him.
"Thorongil? I do not know the name. But perhaps it was one of the Dúnedain." Haldir said. They walked on, Dawn noticed how different she was from this elf, of course he was of the other sex but there was the fact he was so much more graceful than she and he was male. She was light footed like he, his skin was lighter than her own and he had a strange accent. `Oh well, I guess I would have stood out anyway.'
She was very young, only an elfling. She still had many years until she came of age he guessed. "How old are you Lady?" He asked. "I am twenty, sir." He just nodded, "Why do you ask? How old are you?"
"I was just curious, you are very young."
"Am I really? Well how old do I have to be to not be called a young girl?" She asked. Where she came from she was a grown woman, but she heard the people here did not die, they were immortal lived forever. So she guessed she would as well.
"Elves come of age at fifty; you still have thirty years of childhood in front of you." He smiled at her; Dawn opened her mouth to argue but then closed it again and looked ahead and said nothing.
The sun filtered brightly in through green leaves and golden flowers in the boughs. "Spring is so beautiful here, though you can give me the wide green fields of the Mark any day. What are the golden flowers called?" She asked.
Not just in the trees did this flower grow; it grew upon the ground as well. Haldir bent down and plucked one from the ground and handed it to her. "Elanor they are called, it means Star-Sun in the common tongue." He answered.
She took it and twirled it between her fingers; indeed the name fitted it. It was golden like the sun and shaped somewhat like a star. Haldir looked down at the young maiden, she was different. Dawn had the great fairness of the elves, very beautiful indeed. She had bright emerald eyes, long copper coloured hair, a colour that was strange among elves and it had become lighter from many days in the sun, also her skin was lightly tanned for the same reason which seemed more of a trait among men, elves do not normally tan.
"You work outside in the sun a great deal." He stated. She looked up at him and nodded, "Yes sir I do, we are farmers where I come from in the Mark." Dawn wondered why he asked her such strange questions. "It is obvious. We elves have much paler skin as we dwell under the shade of the mallorn-trees." As he said this he ran his hand along the smooth silver bark of a great tree.
Modor - (`mother' in old English)
Fæder - (`father' in old English)
Dwimordene - (`Haunted Valley' - Rohirrim called Lórien by this name.)
O and K, i dont know whether this is good, i think it may be a bit twisted cause an elf was brought up in the Mark... BUT... there could be worse things!