Memories: Organized Chaos

Chapter 3

A/N: For some reason Wattpad isn't letting me mention any of the voters or commenters, but you know who you are. :) Big thanks to everyone who voted, commented and is reading this story. Seriously, thank you! :D 

Disclaimer: Once again I own nothing. Except for Emma, Durin the Dachshund, and any other animals or people you do not recognize. Unless, of course they are J.R.R. Tolkien's. :)

Emma took in the state of her house one more time before warbling in a mixture of English and pig Latin. "Eyhay, um, err, hi," she mumbled weakly.

"Speak up, I do not tolerate mumbling," Fëanor said impatiently. "Normally I would suppose that you had been informed as of what to do upon our arrival. However, seeing as you are quite incapable of speech, I shall introduce you to my half-brothers," he announced with finality, then turned to his half-brothers. "Finarfin," he said, furrowing his brow, "if you will please take a seat and ignore that poor excuse of a hound, I shall introduce our host as she is clearly incapable of introducing herself."

"This is Emma Clay, daughter of Joseph and Anna Clay, resident of Pensacola, Florida, in the country of the United States of America," he pronounced, turning to look at the young mother, who appeared ready to faint.

"Brother, you can see that this adaneth is much fatigued; will you not have the decency to allow her to sit?" Fingolfin said, walking over to the young woman, who widened her eyes at the sight of him. But to be fair, what would you do if you found yourself in the presence of three supernaturally good-looking elven princes, or any ellon for that matter (prince or not).

The second son of Finwë carefully took Emma by the shoulders and guided her to the armchair. "Sit still and breathe in slowly," he said, turning to Finarfin, who was staring at the young woman with a curious expression. "Finarfin, would you mind fetching a glass of water for our host?"

Finarfin, nodding his assent, made his way into the kitchen and, after about two minutes had passed, returned to his elder brother with the glass. He watched as Emma took the glass from his brother and gingerly took a sip.

Finally unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, he spoke up. "Are all the women of the Edain dumb?" he asked, mystified.

Fingolfin turned to him with sharp eyes and harshly reprimanded his brother. "Finarfin, you should be more careful when you ask questions. This woman may not be able to speak, but she can certainly hear."

At this Emma, snapping out of her reverie turned to the two younger sons of Finwë. "I assure you I can speak very well, but even if I couldn't, I still wouldn't be called 'dumb,'". She said quite angrily, adding with a sharp exhale, "Now if you would not mind moving so I can stand, that would be most greatly appreciated."

"Ah, Emma, you should know that that is no way to treat one of the Eldar," Fëanor said, narrowing his eyes. "As much as I have enjoyed your speaking to my half-brothers thus, I would prefer you to address me at least with more respect. Bear in mind, however, that we are all princes of the Noldor."

"I apologize; I am not quite used to addressing princes. This is not a common occurrence for me," she said, looking down feeling quite ashamed that she had been so liberal in her speech.

"Ah, yes I can see that," said Fëanor, who had begun perusing Emma's collection of books. "'War and Peace,' I might just borrow this; it is a fine story," he said, grabbing Emma's copy of Tolstoy's work from the top shelf.

"Fëanor, you have not even asked her permission!" scolded Fingolfin.

"Ah, yes." He cleared his throat noisily and turned to his host. "When I was last going through this program, I began to read this book but was never given the chance to finish it. So prithee may I?" he requested in a mocking tone.