Post by curandir on Apr 14, 2008 7:49:07 GMT -5
Rivendell was stirring before dawn; but remained peaceful for a time, while outside and in the valley there-abouts, morning birdsong heralded a new day. The Elves were not sleeping as was not their way under the bright spring stars and they needed not the rest of mortal men, or in the least they dreamed differently; and if deeper, not for so long. It had been three hours however since the Hall of Fire had grown silent and the last homely house had taken to rest.
Alone, Elrohir, silently stalked the hallway to the bed-chambers of His father's household. At this time most of the beds lay empty. Elladan, was preparing for their next journey into the wilds, and was to be found in the stables. Elrond, was busy, and had risen early to speak with Erestor his chief counselor; his wife now long since away and over the great western sea; his daughter, Arwen, the Evenstar, safe in far Lothlorien, where Galadriel kept her grand-daughter as honoured guest.
Elrohir, drew the curtain of a small chamber, as the first light of the sun struck out over the Misty Mountains and signalled a change in tune for the birds and beasts of Eriador. The bed in this room was not empty, though the bed-linen lay there as still as the sweet air outside. It was the 10th day in March and milder than was usual for this time of year: a promising fortune for those who would go hunting.
The young man, for man he was; lay in sleep and free from care. It was the ninth day since his birthday, and now fifteen years without them since his birth. The bed belonged to the son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir, though he knew not his name and lineage. He had ere been fostered and kept from harm by lord Elrond, at the request of Gilraen, the widow of Arathorn, and mother to a new hope. And it was 'hope' they had named the child in Imladris and they had told him no tale of his kin; and would not, until he came of age, and was properly prepared.
Elrohir, then drew more drapes to let what light there was into the night filled room. He stood looking down upon the man-child and was again astonished at how much he had grown in such a short number of years. He was as a young elf boy of maybe 40 years, and looked much like his father, whom the sons of Elrond had known well. The young man had much still to learn.
" Estel, awake. "
Alone, Elrohir, silently stalked the hallway to the bed-chambers of His father's household. At this time most of the beds lay empty. Elladan, was preparing for their next journey into the wilds, and was to be found in the stables. Elrond, was busy, and had risen early to speak with Erestor his chief counselor; his wife now long since away and over the great western sea; his daughter, Arwen, the Evenstar, safe in far Lothlorien, where Galadriel kept her grand-daughter as honoured guest.
Elrohir, drew the curtain of a small chamber, as the first light of the sun struck out over the Misty Mountains and signalled a change in tune for the birds and beasts of Eriador. The bed in this room was not empty, though the bed-linen lay there as still as the sweet air outside. It was the 10th day in March and milder than was usual for this time of year: a promising fortune for those who would go hunting.
The young man, for man he was; lay in sleep and free from care. It was the ninth day since his birthday, and now fifteen years without them since his birth. The bed belonged to the son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir, though he knew not his name and lineage. He had ere been fostered and kept from harm by lord Elrond, at the request of Gilraen, the widow of Arathorn, and mother to a new hope. And it was 'hope' they had named the child in Imladris and they had told him no tale of his kin; and would not, until he came of age, and was properly prepared.
Elrohir, then drew more drapes to let what light there was into the night filled room. He stood looking down upon the man-child and was again astonished at how much he had grown in such a short number of years. He was as a young elf boy of maybe 40 years, and looked much like his father, whom the sons of Elrond had known well. The young man had much still to learn.
" Estel, awake. "
