"Alaylyn, Imladris fura fael thar sen eria" [Alaylyn, Imladris (Rivendell) lies just over this rise] the blonde haired elf on the horse ahead told me"Hanna ly, Legolas" [Thank you, Legolas] I responded "Nev ennas, Ambryth" [Nearly there, Ambryth] I whispered into my horse's ear, stroking his soft white grey coat with the strange coppery and silver sheen to it. He nickered in response and tossed his dark mane "Ah! Alright, I promise you'll get fed well" I told him switching from the elvish tongue to the common language of man.
Nearly an hour later Legolas and I arrived in Rivendell, we rode our horses down to the main complex where we dismounted and were greeted by three elves, two took our horses and led them away and I asked them to feed Ambryth, because he was getting peckish. When I turned back the third elf spread his arms in welcome before speaking
"Mae govvanen, Legolas o Mirkwood,Thranduilion [welcome, Legolas of Mirkwood son of Thranduil]" he said inclining his head to the blonde elf beside me, then he turned to me "Mae govvanen, Alaylyn o Lorien ah Namrilion" [welcome, Alaylyn of Lorien and daughter of the Namrilion]" I inclined my head in return
"Hanna ly, Elrond, dan ni er cuia mi Lothlorien, ni ä mal o ni Lorien [thank you, Elrond, but I only live in Lothlorien, I am not of the Lorien]" he smiled at my words and we switched to the common tongue
"no matter, I am pleased you both could come, please, I will show you to your chambers and you may change from your travelling clothes and then I ask that at midday tomorrow you accompany me to the council" he said. We both accepted and he showed us to our rooms. We each stepped into our respective rooms and shut the doors.
Once alone I unclasped my long grey cloak and threw it onto the bed before kicking my black boots off. I then undid my sword belt and threw it along with Gandes, my sword onto the bed as well. I then proceeded to loosen the bandolier of my quiver and set it beside my things and quickly unstrung my bow inside with practice movements. The two straps crossing my chest and back were next, these held my twin elvish knives on my back. After being freed of my weapons I tugged my leather braces off and then began to undo the front of my black leather tabbard. Once that was off, I was left in my dark pants, tunic and the mail tunic over that.
Once I shed my mail I was finally able to relax. Looking at the room more closely I saw that the elf that had taken my horse had left my saddle bags here. I opened them and pulled out a fresh pair of clothes. I gladly put on my new undergarments and a fresh set of trousers and tunic from my bag, and then proceeded to undo my brown hair, brush it and then redo it in its normal elvish fashion, with one central woven braid with two smaller ones on either side.
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It was night, though no weariness settled over me. I wandered the halls of Rivendell taking in the landscape around me. I had spent much time here, though be it a long time ago. I was nearing a courtyard, walking in the sheltered path when I heard the clatter of a blade. My interest peaked, I moved forward quietly but quicker and came to a pedestal with a man standing in front with his back to me. I did not see his face but I knew who it was.
"Lo ni lhoss sâ thand" [so the whispers are true] I said quietly, he did not turn around but simply asked
"Man sâ ly? [Who are you?]"
"Au aiur mellon [an old friend]" I told him, he still did not turn and I guessed what thoughts were crossing his mind "you are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself" I said switching from elvish to the common tongue
"the same blood runs in my veins, the same weakness"
"no, Aragorn" I told him "You can not be sure of your fate"
"nor can you, Alaylyn" he finally turned to face me and I looked into the face of my old friend.
"if you will not listen to me, then listen to Arwen" I told him, but he shook his head
"She intends to leave with her people to the undying lands"
"Why should that change your ability to listen to her?" I got no response
"you think that she can no longer help you? she is our friend" I asked. A few minutes passed in silence and Aragorn began to walk away. "We need to catch up, old friend" I called after him.
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Line of Namrils [LoTR Aragorn]
FanfictionAlaylyn is the last of the line of Namrils a blood line constantly intertwined with death. just your typical dramatic story, but not. I'm really rubbish at descriptions Apologies about the elvish, parts are made up other parts aren't; overall it's p...