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Adult ++
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Restless Eridani
Disclaimer: All familiar characters of this story belong to the awesome world and works of JRR Tolkien, who is an unparalleled genius of this genre. All unfamiliar and original characters, animals and places are of my own invention. I do not derive any monies from this work and created this story solely out of the love and respect that I hold for all of the works related to this canon.
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The Forgotten Ring
by Sienna Dawn
Haldir/OFC
NC17
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Chapter 5 - Restless Eridani
Thalion Tirion, or the Dauntless Watchtower - formerly known as Caras Galadhon - year 1211 of the New First Age
Eridani Istalindir stood under the massive mallorn tree and gazed up bet the the interlocking golden branches. She barely made out a small shape, quickly making his way from one frond to the next. She frowned in exasperation.
"Ronihim, either you will come down at once, or I shall let you spend the rest of the world's ages atop this tree!" Her musical voice echoed sharply in the quiet wood. She heard a distinct giggle. Not wishing to have to follow, she tried one last tactic.
"Very well, but your father will not be very amused when he learns his son has been cavorting with Urukdrakes!" She slapped the sides of her legs, content with the final tone in her voice. The dust flew from the smooth dark green leggings she wore.
It had the desired effect. Instantly, she heard the frantic yelps of her nephew. Suddenly above her, a blonde head bobbed upside down within inches of her nose. Sharp and intelligent blue eyes gazed into her brown ones, "Aunt Dani, that is not fair!" the young elf nimbly leapt from the lowest branch of the mallorn he'd been scaling and stood as rigidly as he could or hoped he could, before the lovely elf that was his favorite aunt.
"Telling father about the Urukdrakes is not a fair way to win a bet!" he frowned. The gentle summer wind picked up strands of his long blonde hair.
Eridani considered for a moment before speaking. "Well, yes, you are right, it's not a fair way to win, but it got you down from that tree!" she grinned and hugged him to her. He already reached close to her breasts and she was not a small elf by any stretch of the imagination. She hoped Ronihim would be as tall and proud as his father and already she could see the making of a regal young elf before her. As they walked back to the city, they spoke of many things, and almost always, Ronihim brought the topic round to his favorite subject: the ancient Galadhrim, the "tree elves", who had been the original dwellers of Lorien, and Caras Galadhon, now renamed Thalion Tirion. Ronihim never grew tired of hearing the ancient legends and Eridani loved to tell them. Although lately she was catching herself and feeling somewhat sad in the retelling of the ancient tales.
"Tell me again, Aunt Dani. Do you think there may still be Galadhrim within these realms? Perhaps who never crossed to Valinor and were here when Arda was reformed?" Ronihim stared at his aunt.
Eridani shook her head, "Nay, I doubt that any Galadhrim survived the upheavals. Our records indicate that all of Middle Earth was reshaped, the land, mountain ranges, oceans and rivers. Nothing escaped the change. And so any lifeform on Middle Earth at the time would also have been reformed and reborn in some new form of creature. Like the Urukdrakes. Our records say that the Uruks were once much taller than they are now and bred for war. The Lady Galadriel and the Lord Elrond as well as Mithrandir describe Uruk warriors as being hideous creatures who ate flesh and killed for its pleasure. Certainly they are not the same little lizard creatures that inhabit the caves of the Middle Earth we now know. Those were different times and creatures of those times did not survive unto this day." She smiled at the boy and looked up toward the wide foot path within the great wood.
Ronihim pondered on this for a moment before continuing, his blue eyes flashing, "But Aunt, are we not also told that by the hand of Illuvatar were some not changed?" He turned his gaze toward her.
Eridani shrugged and answered, "'Tis true enough." She paused her quick strides and turned to the boy, "It is said that some races were not changed. The race of man, for instance, remains as they were, but some say with longer life spans although I cannot vouchesafe for this claim." She frowned slighly and both elves resumed walking side by side along the ancient footpath. Giant golden trees encircled them right and left.
Ronihim was puzzled, "Why, Aunt Dani, do you seem to not accept this? Cannot the race of Men be given a longer lifespan?"
Eradani was torn, she knew well her feelings on the subject, but did not wish to prejudice the boy. After all, his destiny would be to rule one day and a biased ruler was no good to anyone. She decided to give as neutral a response as she could, "Some say that is the way of it, that Men now live much longer lives, although not as long as the Elves. And it is so that some races seem to have escaped the fate of change, whether for good or ill I cannot say, for none know the will of Illuvatar save the Valar." She paused, thinking for an appropriate way to conclude the topic. "And there are some who say that even the elves within Middle Earth at the moment of change also escaped and were spared by the mercy of Illuvatar." She turned cheerful brown eyes toward the blonde youngster:
"And so it would seem, Roni, that perchance there may still be Galadhrim about Middle Earth," she reached out and caressed a bright red flower, "but even if there are, I'd wager you'd not find them around these parts for this realm is well protected." She looked at the boy.
"The city nears" she said, and then looked down, "Your mother will be waiting to bid you farewell. Be sure to not forget to say goodbye for long shall be the days 'ere you meet again." She hoped that the farewell between mother and son would go smoothly. Ronihim had become aloof and detached from his mother lately, but she suspected this was due to his natural inclination toward independent action and thought. The mark of a youngster growing into adulthood. She sighed. She hoped that when she became a parent she would not so attempt to keep her children under a tight choke hold.
A small clearing broke into the footpath and a low, stone bridge appeared, spanning the great river that had once been called the Anduin. The elves of Thalion Tirion had renamed the sacred river, Aina Eska, The Holy Home. Whereas the ancient Anduin had been a quiet and gentle river, the Aina Eska was a glorious rush of silver liquid, warm and welcoming, filled with silver, gold and russet fish of all sizes. Because of its ancient and sacred traditions, no fishing was allowed within the parameters of Thalion Tirion. Further to the South, where the lands of Men were dotted with their villages and towns, the great fish of the Aina Eska, called Lingwe Sira, or Fish Flow by men, were of great renown.
As Ronihim neared the bridge, he broke into a run and challenged his aunt, "I shall race you to the end of the bridge!" and was off before Eridani could protest and decline. She smiled and approached the bridge. Her elven eyes revealed to her the city that still lay a few leagues ahead. And even this far out, she could see its silver and gold spires, as clouds circled them lazily. It was said that the tree elves of the first Middle Earth had built their city atop the mallorn trees. But the trees of the reformed Middle Earth were not the same massive structures they had once been and the first attempts to build talans there had resulted in numerous and disastrous accidents. Obviously, the great woods of the reformed Middle Earth had not been meant to hold the ancient structures of the wood-loving elves. So, sadly, they had been ed ted to take lessons in building cities from the elves of the former Imladris who had returned to Middle Earth from exile in the Blessed Realms.
Eridani looked ahead and could spot several larger structures, such as the great Council Hall and the Halls of Healing, as well as the Stables and other places. She looked further down the bridge and saw that Ronihim had already crossed to the other end. She grinned and called out, "Wait for me!" and broke into a quick and easy sprint.
As glad as she was to see Ronihim reach the age of tutelage, which was a great honor, she was still sad to know he would be gone for many years, while he learned the skills of Statesmanship under the elegant Lord Elrond and his son, Elrohir. Both Elrond and Elrohir had chosen to return to the reformed Middle Earth while his other son, Elladan, had remained in Valinor. It would be many years before she would run carefree with Ronihim, and by the time he returned home to Thalion Tirion, he would no longer be a carefree young elf, but a grown prince with the responsibilities of government upon his shoulders. She sighed and looked down at the water as she reached the end of the bridge and approached Ronihim, who waited for her.
Why did she feel this sudden loneliness lately? The things that once gave her joy now seemed empty and meaningless. What was happening to her?
[To be continued...] Feeback appreciated! :)
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The Forgotten Ring
by Sienna Dawn
Haldir/OFC
NC17
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Chapter 5 - Restless Eridani
Thalion Tirion, or the Dauntless Watchtower - formerly known as Caras Galadhon - year 1211 of the New First Age
Eridani Istalindir stood under the massive mallorn tree and gazed up bet the the interlocking golden branches. She barely made out a small shape, quickly making his way from one frond to the next. She frowned in exasperation.
"Ronihim, either you will come down at once, or I shall let you spend the rest of the world's ages atop this tree!" Her musical voice echoed sharply in the quiet wood. She heard a distinct giggle. Not wishing to have to follow, she tried one last tactic.
"Very well, but your father will not be very amused when he learns his son has been cavorting with Urukdrakes!" She slapped the sides of her legs, content with the final tone in her voice. The dust flew from the smooth dark green leggings she wore.
It had the desired effect. Instantly, she heard the frantic yelps of her nephew. Suddenly above her, a blonde head bobbed upside down within inches of her nose. Sharp and intelligent blue eyes gazed into her brown ones, "Aunt Dani, that is not fair!" the young elf nimbly leapt from the lowest branch of the mallorn he'd been scaling and stood as rigidly as he could or hoped he could, before the lovely elf that was his favorite aunt.
"Telling father about the Urukdrakes is not a fair way to win a bet!" he frowned. The gentle summer wind picked up strands of his long blonde hair.
Eridani considered for a moment before speaking. "Well, yes, you are right, it's not a fair way to win, but it got you down from that tree!" she grinned and hugged him to her. He already reached close to her breasts and she was not a small elf by any stretch of the imagination. She hoped Ronihim would be as tall and proud as his father and already she could see the making of a regal young elf before her. As they walked back to the city, they spoke of many things, and almost always, Ronihim brought the topic round to his favorite subject: the ancient Galadhrim, the "tree elves", who had been the original dwellers of Lorien, and Caras Galadhon, now renamed Thalion Tirion. Ronihim never grew tired of hearing the ancient legends and Eridani loved to tell them. Although lately she was catching herself and feeling somewhat sad in the retelling of the ancient tales.
"Tell me again, Aunt Dani. Do you think there may still be Galadhrim within these realms? Perhaps who never crossed to Valinor and were here when Arda was reformed?" Ronihim stared at his aunt.
Eridani shook her head, "Nay, I doubt that any Galadhrim survived the upheavals. Our records indicate that all of Middle Earth was reshaped, the land, mountain ranges, oceans and rivers. Nothing escaped the change. And so any lifeform on Middle Earth at the time would also have been reformed and reborn in some new form of creature. Like the Urukdrakes. Our records say that the Uruks were once much taller than they are now and bred for war. The Lady Galadriel and the Lord Elrond as well as Mithrandir describe Uruk warriors as being hideous creatures who ate flesh and killed for its pleasure. Certainly they are not the same little lizard creatures that inhabit the caves of the Middle Earth we now know. Those were different times and creatures of those times did not survive unto this day." She smiled at the boy and looked up toward the wide foot path within the great wood.
Ronihim pondered on this for a moment before continuing, his blue eyes flashing, "But Aunt, are we not also told that by the hand of Illuvatar were some not changed?" He turned his gaze toward her.
Eridani shrugged and answered, "'Tis true enough." She paused her quick strides and turned to the boy, "It is said that some races were not changed. The race of man, for instance, remains as they were, but some say with longer life spans although I cannot vouchesafe for this claim." She frowned slighly and both elves resumed walking side by side along the ancient footpath. Giant golden trees encircled them right and left.
Ronihim was puzzled, "Why, Aunt Dani, do you seem to not accept this? Cannot the race of Men be given a longer lifespan?"
Eradani was torn, she knew well her feelings on the subject, but did not wish to prejudice the boy. After all, his destiny would be to rule one day and a biased ruler was no good to anyone. She decided to give as neutral a response as she could, "Some say that is the way of it, that Men now live much longer lives, although not as long as the Elves. And it is so that some races seem to have escaped the fate of change, whether for good or ill I cannot say, for none know the will of Illuvatar save the Valar." She paused, thinking for an appropriate way to conclude the topic. "And there are some who say that even the elves within Middle Earth at the moment of change also escaped and were spared by the mercy of Illuvatar." She turned cheerful brown eyes toward the blonde youngster:
"And so it would seem, Roni, that perchance there may still be Galadhrim about Middle Earth," she reached out and caressed a bright red flower, "but even if there are, I'd wager you'd not find them around these parts for this realm is well protected." She looked at the boy.
"The city nears" she said, and then looked down, "Your mother will be waiting to bid you farewell. Be sure to not forget to say goodbye for long shall be the days 'ere you meet again." She hoped that the farewell between mother and son would go smoothly. Ronihim had become aloof and detached from his mother lately, but she suspected this was due to his natural inclination toward independent action and thought. The mark of a youngster growing into adulthood. She sighed. She hoped that when she became a parent she would not so attempt to keep her children under a tight choke hold.
A small clearing broke into the footpath and a low, stone bridge appeared, spanning the great river that had once been called the Anduin. The elves of Thalion Tirion had renamed the sacred river, Aina Eska, The Holy Home. Whereas the ancient Anduin had been a quiet and gentle river, the Aina Eska was a glorious rush of silver liquid, warm and welcoming, filled with silver, gold and russet fish of all sizes. Because of its ancient and sacred traditions, no fishing was allowed within the parameters of Thalion Tirion. Further to the South, where the lands of Men were dotted with their villages and towns, the great fish of the Aina Eska, called Lingwe Sira, or Fish Flow by men, were of great renown.
As Ronihim neared the bridge, he broke into a run and challenged his aunt, "I shall race you to the end of the bridge!" and was off before Eridani could protest and decline. She smiled and approached the bridge. Her elven eyes revealed to her the city that still lay a few leagues ahead. And even this far out, she could see its silver and gold spires, as clouds circled them lazily. It was said that the tree elves of the first Middle Earth had built their city atop the mallorn trees. But the trees of the reformed Middle Earth were not the same massive structures they had once been and the first attempts to build talans there had resulted in numerous and disastrous accidents. Obviously, the great woods of the reformed Middle Earth had not been meant to hold the ancient structures of the wood-loving elves. So, sadly, they had been ed ted to take lessons in building cities from the elves of the former Imladris who had returned to Middle Earth from exile in the Blessed Realms.
Eridani looked ahead and could spot several larger structures, such as the great Council Hall and the Halls of Healing, as well as the Stables and other places. She looked further down the bridge and saw that Ronihim had already crossed to the other end. She grinned and called out, "Wait for me!" and broke into a quick and easy sprint.
As glad as she was to see Ronihim reach the age of tutelage, which was a great honor, she was still sad to know he would be gone for many years, while he learned the skills of Statesmanship under the elegant Lord Elrond and his son, Elrohir. Both Elrond and Elrohir had chosen to return to the reformed Middle Earth while his other son, Elladan, had remained in Valinor. It would be many years before she would run carefree with Ronihim, and by the time he returned home to Thalion Tirion, he would no longer be a carefree young elf, but a grown prince with the responsibilities of government upon his shoulders. She sighed and looked down at the water as she reached the end of the bridge and approached Ronihim, who waited for her.
Why did she feel this sudden loneliness lately? The things that once gave her joy now seemed empty and meaningless. What was happening to her?
[To be continued...] Feeback appreciated! :)
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