She will be loved {one shot} Summer 1512 T.A.
Mar 21, 2019 9:33:54 GMT -5
Post by MITHIEL on Mar 21, 2019 9:33:54 GMT -5
”You stay with me”
She had agreed to stay, stay with her vellyn of two ages while he delivered their grandchild to another elven kingdom. Delivered her to her mother’s kin. She would stay behind while he went, he said he would be quick. Just two weeks gone and then he would return home to her. Mithiel’s arms ached to have him in them once more. Ruivo had thought it best she stay in Imladris. She was needed here and the little one would love the adventure. Mithiel’s shoulders shook as she pulled Tauriel’s clothes from a drawer of her dresser that was used to store the small child sized gowns. With care each dress was laid out on her rabbit fur blanket. Second guessing if this was the right choice. If sending Tauriel away to The Greenwood was the right choice.
The dresses were a variety of earthen colors that suited Tauriel’s peaches and cream complex, hair ruddy as her father and grandfather’s. With bright green eyes, the color of the forest’s soft moss. Mithiel in the process of folding the tiny dresses when there was a knock upon her door. The knock was that of Ruivo, she knew that but she did not answer him as she hastily wiped a tear away. She thought she had composed herself as she looked over the small dresses, plain without much ornamentation upon the sturdy fabric. Tauriel had asked just the night before when she would get to wear dresses like Mithiel wore and she had smiled softly at her grand daughter. “You may wear a dress with embroidery when you are old enough to know what courting means and when Atatar says you are ready”
"Why not when Atta says so. Why when Atatar says?" Tauriel had asked, splashing in her bath water. Mithiel's eyes soft as she reached for the soap. "Because Atatar is head of this nossë"
Family.
Ruivo was the head of the family and he made the choice to enforce Norochil’s wish even though he knew how it broke her heart to part with Tauriel. Mithiel wanted Tauriel, wanted to raise her as they had raised Norochil. She felt that the little elleth belonged here with them in Imladris. Not in The Greenwood, where she did not know her Nanaeth’s kin nor had they ever laid eyes on the red haired child which bore a striking resemblance to her father’s line. She was only half Sindar by blood. But her father had been Noldor and raised as a Vanyar. But his singing voice was that of a Teleri.
Tears fell down her cheeks as she folded the last dress and placed it into the travel bag that would go into Ruivo’s saddle. “Mithiel...is she ready?” the low sound of Ruivo’s voice from behind her, Mithi’s shoulders shook and she sniffled with a nod, “Yes” the sound of her voice threatened to break and Mithiel stiffened her lips. Silently repeating that it was Norochil’s wish that she be raised Sindar. Sindar. Mithiel seethed at her son. Tauriel was not Sindar. She Noldorian. Like her Atta. She ached that Ruivo would not let her keep her. She considered going to Master Elrond to see if he would tell Ruivo that he could not send away an elfling, so small and fragile. Abandon her to kin she had never known but Mithiel knew that Ruivo had already expressed to Elrond that it had been Norochil’s wish. Balled fist against her mouth, biting her knuckle to keep the sob at bay. Her elfling.
“Ama, my doll” Tauriel said as Ruivo sat her down on the floor. Small booted feet tittered on tiny toes to her, handing Mithiel the doll.
“Of course, how could I forget Mirilë” Mithiel chimed, her voice seeming bright and airy to her grandchild but she avoided Ruivo’s gaze as she tucked the doll into the bag, then handed it to Ruivo not saying a word to him in the very least. If she spoke, she knew she would come unhinged and beg him once more to not send Tauriel away. She had agreed earlier with Ruivo that she would stay and Tauriel would go, the very thought was ripping Mithiel in two. Her fingers ached as the silver threads tightened around her wrist.
Tauriel beamed at her and Mithiel picked up Tauriel.
“Lets braid your hair before you get on Súretal, Atatar’s big horse. He is a very fast horse.” Mithiel explained, Tauriel was not yet old enough for her own horse and had only even ridden on a pony that she simply had called “Rocco” Horse. Because it was a sensible name for a “horse” she had told them.
A tightly woven fishtail braid was done to Tauriel’s hair so the wild red strands would be contained and Ruivo would not have to deal with the child’s hair. Mithiel worried who would brush out Tauriel’s hair every day and braid the dense wavy strands. Who would darn her stockings when she tore them from climbing trees. Who would sing to her at bed time. Biting her bottom lip, Mithiel glanced at Ruivo. Her life’s partner solem and eye alert to her presence. Mithiel quickly flicked her gaze away as the small elleth was gathered into slender arms and they made their way to the courtyard where Súretal had been brought around, his saddle already on him. Waiting for Ruivo.
“You be good for Atatar, and you mind your manners for your Naneth’s Haru and Haruni” Mithiel instructed as Ruivo checked the saddle bags of his large Appaloosa horse. Her fingers brushing back along the bright red haired elfling’s hair as eyes glanced at Ruivo. “You listen to them and you listen to the guards of the Greenwood. The forest there is not like Imladris. Life is different” trying to mask the tears which were breaking in her voice.
“I will” Tauriel said with a large smile on her face, not understanding why her Ama hugged her so tightly. Atatar and her would be back soon. Mithiel lifted Tauriel up into Ruivo’s arms. “Be safe, ride well” she said without looking up at him. Her eyes staring across the courtyard to where she saw Lord Erestor with a scroll in hand and she averted her gaze too from him as well. Stepping back to grasp a tree for support.
““Farewell, Ama! Melinyel!” called Tauriel.
Mithiel stared and stared as her world rode away on a tall speckled horse. Her entire would raced away on four cloven hooves and she crumpled when they were out of sight. She fell to her knees and then came the racking sobs. Hot tears seared her cheeks and spilled upon porus stone below that greedily drank the liquid. Just a short moment let she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder and a quiet voice at her ear. The figure to her left kneeling down.
“Not here my lady” Erestor’s low voice whispered as he helped her from the ground. Allowing her to lean against his arm. “Let me walk you to your chambers” Mithiel nodded as her eyes filled with panic flicked to the edge of the Imladris’ ridge line but they were gone, they were already disappearing into the pass, far from her reach. “Thank you” she managed to say but Erestor simply said nothing and escorted her back to her rooms, where inside she was alone. Fingers ran along Tauriel’s empy paint table, the small table that had been made just for the little elfling to have a place to draw and practice her painting and letters.
“Melinyel Orontënya” she whispered and then she quietly turned the painting on her desk of her family face down.
She had agreed to stay, stay with her vellyn of two ages while he delivered their grandchild to another elven kingdom. Delivered her to her mother’s kin. She would stay behind while he went, he said he would be quick. Just two weeks gone and then he would return home to her. Mithiel’s arms ached to have him in them once more. Ruivo had thought it best she stay in Imladris. She was needed here and the little one would love the adventure. Mithiel’s shoulders shook as she pulled Tauriel’s clothes from a drawer of her dresser that was used to store the small child sized gowns. With care each dress was laid out on her rabbit fur blanket. Second guessing if this was the right choice. If sending Tauriel away to The Greenwood was the right choice.
The dresses were a variety of earthen colors that suited Tauriel’s peaches and cream complex, hair ruddy as her father and grandfather’s. With bright green eyes, the color of the forest’s soft moss. Mithiel in the process of folding the tiny dresses when there was a knock upon her door. The knock was that of Ruivo, she knew that but she did not answer him as she hastily wiped a tear away. She thought she had composed herself as she looked over the small dresses, plain without much ornamentation upon the sturdy fabric. Tauriel had asked just the night before when she would get to wear dresses like Mithiel wore and she had smiled softly at her grand daughter. “You may wear a dress with embroidery when you are old enough to know what courting means and when Atatar says you are ready”
"Why not when Atta says so. Why when Atatar says?" Tauriel had asked, splashing in her bath water. Mithiel's eyes soft as she reached for the soap. "Because Atatar is head of this nossë"
Family.
Ruivo was the head of the family and he made the choice to enforce Norochil’s wish even though he knew how it broke her heart to part with Tauriel. Mithiel wanted Tauriel, wanted to raise her as they had raised Norochil. She felt that the little elleth belonged here with them in Imladris. Not in The Greenwood, where she did not know her Nanaeth’s kin nor had they ever laid eyes on the red haired child which bore a striking resemblance to her father’s line. She was only half Sindar by blood. But her father had been Noldor and raised as a Vanyar. But his singing voice was that of a Teleri.
Tears fell down her cheeks as she folded the last dress and placed it into the travel bag that would go into Ruivo’s saddle. “Mithiel...is she ready?” the low sound of Ruivo’s voice from behind her, Mithi’s shoulders shook and she sniffled with a nod, “Yes” the sound of her voice threatened to break and Mithiel stiffened her lips. Silently repeating that it was Norochil’s wish that she be raised Sindar. Sindar. Mithiel seethed at her son. Tauriel was not Sindar. She Noldorian. Like her Atta. She ached that Ruivo would not let her keep her. She considered going to Master Elrond to see if he would tell Ruivo that he could not send away an elfling, so small and fragile. Abandon her to kin she had never known but Mithiel knew that Ruivo had already expressed to Elrond that it had been Norochil’s wish. Balled fist against her mouth, biting her knuckle to keep the sob at bay. Her elfling.
“Ama, my doll” Tauriel said as Ruivo sat her down on the floor. Small booted feet tittered on tiny toes to her, handing Mithiel the doll.
“Of course, how could I forget Mirilë” Mithiel chimed, her voice seeming bright and airy to her grandchild but she avoided Ruivo’s gaze as she tucked the doll into the bag, then handed it to Ruivo not saying a word to him in the very least. If she spoke, she knew she would come unhinged and beg him once more to not send Tauriel away. She had agreed earlier with Ruivo that she would stay and Tauriel would go, the very thought was ripping Mithiel in two. Her fingers ached as the silver threads tightened around her wrist.
Tauriel beamed at her and Mithiel picked up Tauriel.
“Lets braid your hair before you get on Súretal, Atatar’s big horse. He is a very fast horse.” Mithiel explained, Tauriel was not yet old enough for her own horse and had only even ridden on a pony that she simply had called “Rocco” Horse. Because it was a sensible name for a “horse” she had told them.
A tightly woven fishtail braid was done to Tauriel’s hair so the wild red strands would be contained and Ruivo would not have to deal with the child’s hair. Mithiel worried who would brush out Tauriel’s hair every day and braid the dense wavy strands. Who would darn her stockings when she tore them from climbing trees. Who would sing to her at bed time. Biting her bottom lip, Mithiel glanced at Ruivo. Her life’s partner solem and eye alert to her presence. Mithiel quickly flicked her gaze away as the small elleth was gathered into slender arms and they made their way to the courtyard where Súretal had been brought around, his saddle already on him. Waiting for Ruivo.
“You be good for Atatar, and you mind your manners for your Naneth’s Haru and Haruni” Mithiel instructed as Ruivo checked the saddle bags of his large Appaloosa horse. Her fingers brushing back along the bright red haired elfling’s hair as eyes glanced at Ruivo. “You listen to them and you listen to the guards of the Greenwood. The forest there is not like Imladris. Life is different” trying to mask the tears which were breaking in her voice.
“I will” Tauriel said with a large smile on her face, not understanding why her Ama hugged her so tightly. Atatar and her would be back soon. Mithiel lifted Tauriel up into Ruivo’s arms. “Be safe, ride well” she said without looking up at him. Her eyes staring across the courtyard to where she saw Lord Erestor with a scroll in hand and she averted her gaze too from him as well. Stepping back to grasp a tree for support.
““Farewell, Ama! Melinyel!” called Tauriel.
Mithiel stared and stared as her world rode away on a tall speckled horse. Her entire would raced away on four cloven hooves and she crumpled when they were out of sight. She fell to her knees and then came the racking sobs. Hot tears seared her cheeks and spilled upon porus stone below that greedily drank the liquid. Just a short moment let she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder and a quiet voice at her ear. The figure to her left kneeling down.
“Not here my lady” Erestor’s low voice whispered as he helped her from the ground. Allowing her to lean against his arm. “Let me walk you to your chambers” Mithiel nodded as her eyes filled with panic flicked to the edge of the Imladris’ ridge line but they were gone, they were already disappearing into the pass, far from her reach. “Thank you” she managed to say but Erestor simply said nothing and escorted her back to her rooms, where inside she was alone. Fingers ran along Tauriel’s empy paint table, the small table that had been made just for the little elfling to have a place to draw and practice her painting and letters.
“Melinyel Orontënya” she whispered and then she quietly turned the painting on her desk of her family face down.