Mornië utúlië (August T.A. 2710) [Arwen]
May 4, 2018 5:51:24 GMT -5
Post by Mîrioniel on May 4, 2018 5:51:24 GMT -5
“I am relieved the days are finally coming, Long have we all waited for this.”
These were very happy tidings for Arwen and her family. A union between elves was a most celebrated occasion and it had been too long since it has happened previous. Times were unsettled and yet love found a way to pierce the darkness and bring joy once more.
”If only Elladan would steal your heart Mîrioniel. Then we could truly be sisters!”
The blonde elleth’s cheeks coloured pink, and she bowed her head long enough to regain her composure. Mîrioniel knew how Arwen liked to tease, so put not real stock in what she had said, and lifted her head once more, a shy twinkle in her eye.
“We can still be true sisters without such a union.” Mîrioniel comforted Arwen, the blonde elf smiling freely this time. To have a family again, Mîrioniel thought, would be lovely, having those around her to love and care for in mutuality.
Arwen, however, wasn’t finished.
”Or maybe Legolas of Mirkwood. A tall blonde elf lord for a husband, befitting your station!”
Whilst that was a name she was familiar with, she had never met the Prince in question. Should the royal families or leaders of all the Elven realms come together, Mîrioniel would not be one of their party, unless Galadriel saw fit to invite her along with respect to her late father. Given that, she saw a slim likelihood of meeting Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. There would be no way to find out how she felt without meeting him, and truthfully, she didn’t believe her feelings would flow in that direction.
What Mîrioniel did know, was that Arwen did like to play these games, like they had when they were younger elves. It had been fun to name the various elves and state whether or not either one of them thought him handsome.
”Unless you are like I...and have a thought toward Marchwardens...but…”
At that her mouth fell slightly agape, and instinctively she glanced toward where Haldir had once stood, before quickly diverting her gaze. Mîrioniel had never once mentioned Haldir to Arwen, there was no way Undómiel could know her heart on the matter. A lucky guess, perhaps, or else the hawk eyed elf maiden had seen something in Mîrioniel that had belied her silence on the Marchwarden.
”Not any time soon I am afraid, my chaperones in Imladris keep quite a close eye on any of the gentleman that might call upon me. I am afraid there is none in Imladris for me. Why one word from Glorfindel and half of them would trip over their own feet and leave me just to talk to him and..here… I do not think The Lady too fond of my interest in her wardens further than friendship...even If I desired such...Oh do stop me if I carry on Mîrioniel.”
“I think I ought to.” The younger elf maiden joked, with zero malice in her voice, there was a soft tinkle of laughter in her words as she spoke. “Or you shall be trying to marry us both off to any number of elf lords and princes.”
As for what Lady Galadriel would say about the interest shown in her marchwardens, Mîrioniel didn’t truly wish to speculate. Had she been the ruler of Lorien, and Arwen’s affection for Rumil great and true, then she could see no reason for them not to engage upon a romantic path together. Otherwise, if it was naught but a flirtation, Rumil had duties of import to be getting on with and ought not to be distracted from them. The same for Haldir. Besides that, Lord Elrond would have a say on who his daughter could get ensnared with; Mîrioniel had no father to direct her heart.
Together both elf maidens walked to the expanded flet, the wardens has done a wonderful and expert job, leaving plenty of room to lounge and enjoy the sunset and night sky until dawn.
“ And of you, your heart, has it thought on someone of your station?”
Again, she caught herself, ready to glance over to where the wardens has departed from, but this time stopped her eyes travelling completely in that direction.
“My station?” She repeated, her voice sounding slightly hollow. “The illegitimate offspring of a former king.” Many years ago, in the most harrowing of circumstances, Mîrioniel had learned she no longer had a station. She was but a citizen of Lorien with famous, or some might say infamous, parentage. In some ways she felt like an exhibition piece, the last living relic of the love Amroth and Nimrodel had for each other, the last Sindarin Princess of Lothlórien.
“Those of this realm, and others, have more noble bearing than I.” Mîrioniel said, trying to keep her tone light and playful. It did not take from the fact she was being serious, however, and truthful- at least revealing her truth and how she now saw herself. Most elves still had parents and grandparents that resides in Middle Earth. Failing that, their parents were at least married. Mîrioniel had no living relatives, and her parents were the prime example of the strange fates elves suffered if they did have sexual relations before being married.
“I do not seek to bestow my heart so easily upon another.” She finished, there was a teasing note woven in to her serious words, making it hard to decipher just how much she meant what she had said. For had the love her parents not taught her that such an emotion led to folly and tragedy? Such was their devotion to one another that they forgot their responsibility and loyalty to their own realm!
Mîrioniel feared to love another, scared of what her people would make of it. Scared of what she might do in the full heat of such a passion. Even if there was one that she was markedly fond of.