Do Not Go Gentle

I Meet A Water Nymph

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Ally Layne.

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"So, where are we going?"

We were riding in a small pack of travelers each on our own horses, reminding me of the old western movies. I had changed into my leather riding pants, a sturdy tunic, and a leather vest that my pen was attached to.

"We are going to a water pool," Elrohir revealed. "We used to go there with our nana before she sailed."

From the spark of pain in his eye I quickly realized that sailing for these elves was not something that they must have done for fun. However, a small feeling of excitement fluttered in my belly. "Do we get to go swimming?"

Arwen laughed. "Swimming?"

"You know, hanging out and having fun in the water?"

The elleth looked curious. "I know what swimming means, but not in that sort of context, mellon."

"Why would you endanger yourself in the water?" Alma asked, eyes wide. "That sounds suicidal."

"What are we going to the water pool for, then, if not to swim?" I asked, completely appalled at this change of thought. "Do you all just stare at the water like a bunch of loons?"

"Loons? Neneth, Loons do not stare at the water," Elladan jested, a small smile flickering through the wary look plastered on his face. The edges of his mouth fought to spread upward in a grin.

My mouth dropped.

"Are you all making fun of me?" I demanded, stubbornly moving Bud forward to avoid their laughter.

"Why would we do such a thing?" Arwen asked, her face portraying picturesque innocence that only a true Lady could. "We would never dare make fun of you, mellon nin."

"Yes, we only make jests about you when you are not around," Aldarian joked, before receiving a punch in the shoulder from his sister. "That is not very Lady-like, Almarian. Naneth would not be pleased."

Alma rolled her eyes at her brother. "The day I worry about what naneth thinks of me is the day a dwarf willingly shaves his beard."

Geoffry and Geren, both stoic elves, even laughed at Alma's expense.

Naneth... naneth... I could have sworn Alma went over that word with me-

"Naneth is Sindarin for mother," Arwen spoke softly to me.

Oh, that's right. Now I remember.

"You don't like your mother?" I silently cursed my inability to think before speaking. "I mean, you don't have to tell me or anything-"

Alma let out a giggle. "Oh, do not worry, Persie. I freely admit I hold no love for the elleth who sired me."

"Uh... why is that?"

This time Aldarian started to laugh. "You must have never met our naneth."

"Yeah, I haven't."