Naqa Mo Lithui[Mid-February 3010][One shot]
May 28, 2018 13:17:27 GMT -5
Post by MITHIEL on May 28, 2018 13:17:27 GMT -5
Hollow was the sound of a flat palm striking against a door. Only once did the hollow sound land before the flat palm became a closed fist that pounded a sharp and harsh sound, uneven were the notes upon the door. “Lady Mithiel” came the sharp bark of Lord Elrond’s kinsmen. Erestor waiting there as Mithiel cracked open her chamber door and looked bewildered to see Erestor standing there in black robes. Raven wing hair loose and not bound back with knowing steel eyes that seemed to bare one’s soul away. “My Lord, to what do I owe the pleasure of this rarity of a call?”
“Might I come inside and have a word with you my lady?” Erestor asked his cold steel oculars resting upon eyes that spoke to his soul of the sea. Sea filled eyes that had inspired a song called “The lady’s eyes” out of a minstrel that sung of the ladies in court. He sung of their attributes. Of the mist maiden, he sung of her eyes. Frowning as Mithiel looked to be ready to deny him entry into the chamber that lay beyond the door. He had only once ever entered Lady Mithiel’s chambers, invited. Silent his thoughts turned over the knowledge that the Smith of Imladris was often seen coming and going in the long winter evenings from her chamber.
“I must deny such a privilege my lord Erestor, I was just on my way to the study to look for something in a scroll” She was not comfortable with Erestor being alone with her in her rooms. She was not comfortable with the inquiring look he’d cast towards Ruivo’s crafting table. In the midst of sorrow at Ruivo’s absence, there still was respect and devotion. Mithiel shook her head no as she had denied Erestor the chance to enter into her chambers. Denied him what she so freely gave to another. Ruivo’s place was inside, Erestor belonged outside of the inner world that existed in Mithiel’s layered life. Erestor let out a bitter clicking sound at Mithiel’s response, trying to mask the disappointment that spread across his features at the denial that came.
Erestor brightened for a moment. “Allow me to be of assistance to you then. I can surely be of assistance, there is no scroll that I have not memorized. What knowledge do you seek my lady?” staring past Mithiel’s shoulder as her chamber door was pulled closed and she stood directly in front of him.”
“A scroll of dye colors. I have need of a particular and I wanted to see which pigments I would need to produce such a color” explaining her need to Erestor, who looked rather thoughtful a moment. “I happen to know just the scroll. Though I would consult with a laundress over the scroll. More practical experience will be had.” Erestor suggested and Mithiel just smiled
“Of course, I shall do that.” replying in kind. “Is there a reason you had called upon me, my lord?” Soft the tones of Mithiel’s voice deflecting Erestor’s help and asking the reason he sought her. Erestor’s gaze studied the depths of the sea in her eyes, and he swore silently to himself he saw an ocean storm within those eyes. “There is. I am concerned about you my lady. I know the winter months are when you hold most joy for Ruivo is home and this winter he has been away. I have noticed you are downcast and seek to be of assistance to you. Please do not try and deny such joy you have felt my lady, many winters have you resided here and word from those who know of your past have told me. Many years ago, Ruivo and you were once vellyn.”
Mithel’s coloring paled slightly as she shrank back against the door. “I know not what you speak of my lord. I am not dowcast. Ruivo...is free to come and go as he chooses here as we are all. Ruivo is not bound to me. He is free to do as he pleases and I wish him well.” Mithiel felt the sharp pull of silver string at those words, cutting into her flesh as she spoke the truth of the situation.
"That answer is not satisfactory my lady. I need to hear from your lips why you choose him, after all he has done. Why Lady Mithiel would you choose him when....there is someone who could care for your needs with duty and humility. Tell me what does he have that...that keeps your attention so enraptured after all this time. Help me to understand why you suffer in silence."
“Forgive me, I know not what you mean chief counsel Erestor. I have chosen what exactly?”
“Do not mince words with me my lady, you know well of what I speak. Ruivo and the toying of your heart my lady.”
“Good sir, Erestor, I do not think my relationship with Ruivo warrants a conversation of such caliber with you My lord”
Erestor’s smokey silver lenses darkened, accenting his already dusky features. “Walk with me my lady” His hands clasped behind his back to resist the urge to smooth the loose tawny strands near her face. Mithiel’s lips became a taut line as she saw Erestor was not going to back down from this conversation he wished to have, acquiescing to the dark haired scholar would she stroll with him. Walking along familiar halls as he lead her towards the snow filled courtyard. Thick tension wove about them as scholar the stopped.
“I seem to have forgotten my cloak” Mithiel murmurs in attempt to circumvent Erestor. “Allow me then Lady Mithiel” Shaking off his robe and draping the robe about the petite framed woman’s shoulders. Mithiel was drowning in billowing fabric that was cut for Erestor’s taller frame. “Thank you.”. Erestor nodded, inkblot hair swayed and he looked out at the courtyard. “Spring will come and with the spring there will be flowers once more. Sweet will be the smell of blossom in the air, our Smith will perhaps return as well when the snow melts in the passes. Now Lady Mithiel, I ask why...why do you choose to give someone who leaves often as he does your heart. Is it out of memory of what once was there? Surely there is another you could give your time to. One present and always ready to attend to the whims of you. Most fair handmaiden of Celebrian, Lady of swirling mists”
“My lord you ask much of a lady and her heart. My actions are my own as are my reasons. Please do not seek further answers which you do not understand. Ruivo is not a topic I will discuss my lord. Not with you, nay not even with Lords Glorfindel or Elrond. Nor even my lady Arwen. Such conversation I can not entreat you with. Please leave be my reasons and accept my answer. My heart is not a topic that can be so easily spoken upon.” hands at her side, one curling into a small fist so that the sharp tips of her nails might bite into the soft underbelly of her palm. Applying pressure as she steeled herself against Erestor’s burrowing tongue of sharp words. No reply of detail given safe for “Aside fingers would fit with no others”
Teeth grind as Erestor clenched his jaw. Handsome features tense as the beautiful dark lord turned to face Mithiel. “Help me to understand then my lady. Why one such as you. One so fair, kind, gentle...the epitome of elven womanhood, would allow herself to be toyed with in the manner Ruivo has toyed with your affection. He is not worthy of your affection placed upon him my lady.” silence as Mithiel stared up at Erestor, keeping eyes trained to his and her features placid. While she felt his right hand forcefully pry her closed fist open. Thick digits spreading apart the tight spaced between her fingers. Squeezing her palm until her fingers curled over his in reflex to the pressure and slight pain applied. “There, you see, our hands too fit well together. Just as well as yours would with Ruvio’s. I have not witnessed your hand in his my Lady, but based on the knowledge of what I know and that which you have provided, I know you have held his hand as we now hold hands.”
“Our hands do not fit well together” pointed out by Mithiel as Erestor had forced his fingers between her own. Studying the chief counsel. Could he not feel the weight of his palm, the forced spread of delicate flanages and the tension of skin as that splayed fingers held. Mithiel tried to tug her hand away and Erestor’s eyes narrowed, refusing to release Mithiel from his grasp. “Please answer the question my lady and I will release you”
“I decide whom is worthy of mine affections my lord. Doth thou question mine jugement? I will not speak, I repeat upon Ruivo, just know my lord that mine heart is spoken for. Deeply do I appreciate the concern for mine person and the guarding of my femininity. Gracious and kind Lord Erestor, truly handsome are thou. I must ask thou to release mine hand from thine grasp.”
Erestor growled softly and released Mithiel. “Have you always been this passionate and stubborn my lady?”
Mithiel took off the robe and offered it back to Erestor. “Thou will find my lord, I am quite stubborn and passionate. Ask Ruivo.” Mithiel gave a quick turn of her heel to fall back and retreat from the scholar of Imladris. Erestor muttering under his breath. “I will when I see him next, we will have many words”
“Might I come inside and have a word with you my lady?” Erestor asked his cold steel oculars resting upon eyes that spoke to his soul of the sea. Sea filled eyes that had inspired a song called “The lady’s eyes” out of a minstrel that sung of the ladies in court. He sung of their attributes. Of the mist maiden, he sung of her eyes. Frowning as Mithiel looked to be ready to deny him entry into the chamber that lay beyond the door. He had only once ever entered Lady Mithiel’s chambers, invited. Silent his thoughts turned over the knowledge that the Smith of Imladris was often seen coming and going in the long winter evenings from her chamber.
“I must deny such a privilege my lord Erestor, I was just on my way to the study to look for something in a scroll” She was not comfortable with Erestor being alone with her in her rooms. She was not comfortable with the inquiring look he’d cast towards Ruivo’s crafting table. In the midst of sorrow at Ruivo’s absence, there still was respect and devotion. Mithiel shook her head no as she had denied Erestor the chance to enter into her chambers. Denied him what she so freely gave to another. Ruivo’s place was inside, Erestor belonged outside of the inner world that existed in Mithiel’s layered life. Erestor let out a bitter clicking sound at Mithiel’s response, trying to mask the disappointment that spread across his features at the denial that came.
Erestor brightened for a moment. “Allow me to be of assistance to you then. I can surely be of assistance, there is no scroll that I have not memorized. What knowledge do you seek my lady?” staring past Mithiel’s shoulder as her chamber door was pulled closed and she stood directly in front of him.”
“A scroll of dye colors. I have need of a particular and I wanted to see which pigments I would need to produce such a color” explaining her need to Erestor, who looked rather thoughtful a moment. “I happen to know just the scroll. Though I would consult with a laundress over the scroll. More practical experience will be had.” Erestor suggested and Mithiel just smiled
“Of course, I shall do that.” replying in kind. “Is there a reason you had called upon me, my lord?” Soft the tones of Mithiel’s voice deflecting Erestor’s help and asking the reason he sought her. Erestor’s gaze studied the depths of the sea in her eyes, and he swore silently to himself he saw an ocean storm within those eyes. “There is. I am concerned about you my lady. I know the winter months are when you hold most joy for Ruivo is home and this winter he has been away. I have noticed you are downcast and seek to be of assistance to you. Please do not try and deny such joy you have felt my lady, many winters have you resided here and word from those who know of your past have told me. Many years ago, Ruivo and you were once vellyn.”
Mithel’s coloring paled slightly as she shrank back against the door. “I know not what you speak of my lord. I am not dowcast. Ruivo...is free to come and go as he chooses here as we are all. Ruivo is not bound to me. He is free to do as he pleases and I wish him well.” Mithiel felt the sharp pull of silver string at those words, cutting into her flesh as she spoke the truth of the situation.
"That answer is not satisfactory my lady. I need to hear from your lips why you choose him, after all he has done. Why Lady Mithiel would you choose him when....there is someone who could care for your needs with duty and humility. Tell me what does he have that...that keeps your attention so enraptured after all this time. Help me to understand why you suffer in silence."
“Forgive me, I know not what you mean chief counsel Erestor. I have chosen what exactly?”
“Do not mince words with me my lady, you know well of what I speak. Ruivo and the toying of your heart my lady.”
“Good sir, Erestor, I do not think my relationship with Ruivo warrants a conversation of such caliber with you My lord”
Erestor’s smokey silver lenses darkened, accenting his already dusky features. “Walk with me my lady” His hands clasped behind his back to resist the urge to smooth the loose tawny strands near her face. Mithiel’s lips became a taut line as she saw Erestor was not going to back down from this conversation he wished to have, acquiescing to the dark haired scholar would she stroll with him. Walking along familiar halls as he lead her towards the snow filled courtyard. Thick tension wove about them as scholar the stopped.
“I seem to have forgotten my cloak” Mithiel murmurs in attempt to circumvent Erestor. “Allow me then Lady Mithiel” Shaking off his robe and draping the robe about the petite framed woman’s shoulders. Mithiel was drowning in billowing fabric that was cut for Erestor’s taller frame. “Thank you.”. Erestor nodded, inkblot hair swayed and he looked out at the courtyard. “Spring will come and with the spring there will be flowers once more. Sweet will be the smell of blossom in the air, our Smith will perhaps return as well when the snow melts in the passes. Now Lady Mithiel, I ask why...why do you choose to give someone who leaves often as he does your heart. Is it out of memory of what once was there? Surely there is another you could give your time to. One present and always ready to attend to the whims of you. Most fair handmaiden of Celebrian, Lady of swirling mists”
“My lord you ask much of a lady and her heart. My actions are my own as are my reasons. Please do not seek further answers which you do not understand. Ruivo is not a topic I will discuss my lord. Not with you, nay not even with Lords Glorfindel or Elrond. Nor even my lady Arwen. Such conversation I can not entreat you with. Please leave be my reasons and accept my answer. My heart is not a topic that can be so easily spoken upon.” hands at her side, one curling into a small fist so that the sharp tips of her nails might bite into the soft underbelly of her palm. Applying pressure as she steeled herself against Erestor’s burrowing tongue of sharp words. No reply of detail given safe for “Aside fingers would fit with no others”
Teeth grind as Erestor clenched his jaw. Handsome features tense as the beautiful dark lord turned to face Mithiel. “Help me to understand then my lady. Why one such as you. One so fair, kind, gentle...the epitome of elven womanhood, would allow herself to be toyed with in the manner Ruivo has toyed with your affection. He is not worthy of your affection placed upon him my lady.” silence as Mithiel stared up at Erestor, keeping eyes trained to his and her features placid. While she felt his right hand forcefully pry her closed fist open. Thick digits spreading apart the tight spaced between her fingers. Squeezing her palm until her fingers curled over his in reflex to the pressure and slight pain applied. “There, you see, our hands too fit well together. Just as well as yours would with Ruvio’s. I have not witnessed your hand in his my Lady, but based on the knowledge of what I know and that which you have provided, I know you have held his hand as we now hold hands.”
“Our hands do not fit well together” pointed out by Mithiel as Erestor had forced his fingers between her own. Studying the chief counsel. Could he not feel the weight of his palm, the forced spread of delicate flanages and the tension of skin as that splayed fingers held. Mithiel tried to tug her hand away and Erestor’s eyes narrowed, refusing to release Mithiel from his grasp. “Please answer the question my lady and I will release you”
“I decide whom is worthy of mine affections my lord. Doth thou question mine jugement? I will not speak, I repeat upon Ruivo, just know my lord that mine heart is spoken for. Deeply do I appreciate the concern for mine person and the guarding of my femininity. Gracious and kind Lord Erestor, truly handsome are thou. I must ask thou to release mine hand from thine grasp.”
Erestor growled softly and released Mithiel. “Have you always been this passionate and stubborn my lady?”
Mithiel took off the robe and offered it back to Erestor. “Thou will find my lord, I am quite stubborn and passionate. Ask Ruivo.” Mithiel gave a quick turn of her heel to fall back and retreat from the scholar of Imladris. Erestor muttering under his breath. “I will when I see him next, we will have many words”