Well, this is my first story, and I really need your feedback! It is set before the fall of King Thingol. Hope you like it!
“Alassea?” said a voice in the room on my right.
“Yes, Melian?” I answered. “Do you need anything?” I walked into the room and looked around for something that might need my attention. I was one of her maids.
“Oh no, child, I just had a message from someone called Eärendur. Do you know him?” The Lady asked.
I thought for a moment. The name sounded familiar but – “No, milady, I don’t think so.”
“Well, he asked to see you in the library. He didn’t say what he needed.”
“Thank you, milady.”
I left the room and headed to the library. I was a little confused. Who would want to see one of Melian’s maids? And I wasn’t even a very important one at that. I wondered if I had done something wrong. What could it be though? I was so preoccupied that I passed right by the library. I looked up, looked behind me, turned around, and entered, feeling quite stupid.
I looked around. Then I saw him. He was sitting at a table on my left looking at what looked like a letter. He was extremely handsome. I hoped that I wasn’t blushing.
“Yes, my lord?” I asked him, fighting to keep my voice steady. “You asked to see me?”
“Are you Alassea?” I nodded. “Well, I was a friend of your sister and her husband-“
“Oh! I thought I knew your name! She mentioned you in a letter a while ago. Wait,” I said, suddenly realizing what he said, “what do you mean by ‘was’?”
“That’s the thing,” he said. “I’m afraid I have some bad news.” I didn’t want him to finish, but my voice seemed to have left me. So he went on. “Your sister’s husband, Caranthir, was killed in battle. Your sister became so depressed that she just, well, died.” I couldn’t move. It couldn’t be real. The girl who I had grown up with was dead. And she was younger then me! We were supposed to live forever together and joke around all the time and have so much fun. But now she was gone. I wouldn’t see her until the end of time unless I met her in the Halls of Mandos. I was beyond crying. I just stood there in shock.
“No,” I said quietly after a long pause. “This cannot be!” I ran to my room and didn’t even hear Eärendur following me over my own pounding footsteps.
I was allowed some time off from work to get over my depression at least a little. I didn’t see how I could ever get over it. Eärendur joined me in mourning over their deaths. I would sometimes just lie in his arms and cry. I didn’t care what he thought any more. His presence did comfort me, though.
“Why do you stay?” I asked him once. “Why don’t you just go back to your home? I will be fine without you,” I lied.
“I like your presence when I am getting over the loss of a loved one,” he said simply.
“I like your presence, too,” I whispered. “Please don’t leave me.”
“I hope I never have to,” he answered.
What do you think? I may not be able to update for a while because of end of the year projects (-groan-) and my upcoming birthday party (yay!) and then vacation stuff (away from a computer? NOOO!). Sorry!