What About Everything [Middle Second Age][One Shot]
May 26, 2018 17:11:39 GMT -5
Post by MITHIEL on May 26, 2018 17:11:39 GMT -5
Tirion
Middle Second Age
Middle Second Age
Awaldanis had anxiously stood in port awaiting some sight of her daughter as she had every time the valar opened the veils of Aman for the swan ships coming along the straight road, bearing Elvish cargo, Kin and the Eldar’s remnants of middle earth. She hoped this ship was the ship. How wrong she was once more, for there was no sight of her daughter. There was sight of an old friend. A wave of her hand in frantic motion. “Watharien” merry was the call of her old friend, they have been girls together. Raised daughters together.
Together they greeted one another as old friends are want to do after having been sometime apart. Walking arm in arm, Awaldanis determined to make Watharien comfortable once more in Tirion and when the time was right, have her over for a visit to gather news. Gossip and perhaps information on the location of her daughter as she had not come on the first nor second wave of ships with others of the Noldor.
“What news from abroad? Have you seen Mithiel, is she on a ship that is coming soon?” Awaldanis would ask after Watharien had settled into her new home, falling into a comfortable routine. Awaldanis’ sharp blue eyes flicking to Fealasso as he was painting in an adjoining room. His paint brush never slowing down, Awaldanis refocusing her eyes upon Watharien. “I have seen your daughter yes. I last saw her, was in a place called Lake Evendim, I left after The Lady and Lord spoke of traveling further west to wander back east but when I last saw your fair daughter, She was with Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. And…” Watharien looked pensive as if she should not tell Awaldanis what else she knew.
“And who? Whom was she with Watharien, we are old friends, surely you can tell me” pressing the subject of her missing daughter.
“I do not wish you alarm you Awaldanis, the company your daughter has been keeping” Watharien purred from over the edge of the cream and pink floral teacup, rimmed in gold. A subtle smile upon her lips, as dangerous eyes sparkled. “But...I will tell you, since you have kept my Táranis company these past years in my absence.”
“Do tell, keeping Táranis busy has been my pleasure. Like a daughter to me she has been, most anxious is she too, to see Mithiel again.” A dainty bite of a small tea sandwich taken. “I should think Mithiel has kept her company well then if the Lord and Lady it is that she has been with. Beauty and intelligence in my Mithiel, she does her bloodline proud…” A pause as she looked suspicious at the way Warathrien said but “And whomever else you will tell me of is just as...impeccable, yes?”
Humming in kind did Watharien, to drag out the moment. The delicious tidbit that she brought with her. “Well, if you must know. She’s been seen with an ellon” a hand raised to silence Awaldnis before a cry could be issued forth. “The red haired smith from Sirion, do you remember...He was a loner, worked the forges near the docks”
Awaldanis mouth fell open. “Surely not! Not the one with bright red hair, the one that was battle scarred?!” she cried out, sitting down the teacup. Watharien nodded her head. “The very same one.” Teacup lowered as her darling friend looked rather anxious and distraught. “Fealasso come here and listen!” Awaldanis voice raised in sharp. Tell Fealasso what you just told me”, prompting Watharien as Fealasso entered the room looking rather annoyed to be drawn away from his painting. Wiping the brush in his hand on the stained smock he wore. “I was just telling Awaldanis that your daughter has been seen with a smith.”
Fealasso’s lips tugged to the left in a dry smirk. “Seems my daughter has an interest in a Noldorian lad” he said faintly then winced as Awaldanis would pinch his exposed bicep. “This is not a joking matter Fealasso! Mithiel is ruining her reputation being seen with a mere smith! Is he just a common smith?”. Fealasso rolled his eyes at his wife as she was prone to the dramatic, living up to her name. “I hardly think she is ruining her reputation, but...if I may finish the story” Watharien interjected between husband and wife.
“Yes of course, do go on, forgive my rudeness Watharien” shooing off her husband with a dismissive hand as her friend sipped at the tea. “As I was saying. Mithiel has been seen with him, often.”
Quietly was the teacup in hand lowered to the saucer to the low table between them as Awaldanis leaned back against the cream colored seat. The elegant sofa of gilded gold wood and cream cushions with jewel tone buttons of blue. “How often Watharien, is often. How has Mithiel been seen with this…” lips curled in near disgust. “Smith and my daughter been seen together?”
A careless shrug of Watharien’s shoulder. The black strands tumbled from her half pinned up and half down coif. “Since the Kinslaying at Sirion, On the Isle of Balar where the survivors were taken is when Mithiel was first seen with him. I would not be shocked Awaldanis, if she had been meeting him before that. You know your daughter is quite charming and vivacious. Just as you were when we were girls. I do not wish to tell you more for fear of upsetting you”
Awaldanis bright eyes studied Watharien, searching to see if there was any hint of malice in the dark haired beauty. One could never truly trust the Noldor. Awaldanis was not that she even trusted her own husband at times. “I would have known if Mithiel was sneaking about seeing anyone. I do agree she is quite charming and vivacious.” Snubbing out the subtle insinuation that her Mithiel, her perfect daughter would have been sneaking about under her nose. While agreeing of the alluring qualities that her child possessed. “So she has been seen with him often then” prodding for more information.
“Quite often. He is often seen walking with her. Gazing at her...Once I thought he was going to kiss her but she was called away and he looked rather forlorn that she was drawn away from him” Watharien commented, thoughtfully chewing a tea cookie and savoring the sweet taste. “Does he have a name?” icicles laced Awaldanis’ tones.
“Ruivo, I’ve heard him called. I know nothing else of him.” Watharien spoke, producing the last bit of information that left Awaldanis disgruntled. “Ruivo…” she turned over the name on the edge of her tongue. Ruivo…
“Well, I am sure this ellon is just a passing fancy, she must be so terribly lonely and he must be a friend to her.” Awaldanis murmured while she tried to recall the image of the smith in her thoughts. “I feel inclined to agree, and do not worry if he kisses her Awaldanis, we both know how harmless a kiss is. Certainly when she knows he is beneath her station. She will not allow him to court her nor allow him to cross any line of propriety. She is your daughter, have faith in the skills you have instilled in her”
Such words from her old friend, for the moment, seemed to placate Awaldanis, at least only for the moment did she appear chipper as the lark. “How right you are Watharien. Mithiel is a Lady and knows her station and duty. She will come to us ready to marry one of the fine lords waiting for brides of noble birth.” the conversation shifted to other talks, though in the back of Awaldanis thoughts was the name Ruivo and finding out more about Ruivo. Which Awaldnis would do the moment her friend left her home. Beginning to piece together information about this Ruivo and who his family was. She needed to know the type of people that had raised the ellon her daughter was associating with, silently telling herself she would visit them once she knew.