Agarlaer, Bloodsong {Rivendell, Summer 2010 T.A.} [Celebros]
Jun 1, 2018 10:18:22 GMT -5
Post by Fenion on Jun 1, 2018 10:18:22 GMT -5
Agarlaer, Bloodsong
By the River Bruinen, Imladris
1000 Years Past
By the River Bruinen, Imladris
1000 Years Past
The moon showed bright and lucid in the sky and the light of fireflies flickered off and on through the dusky trees of late evening. The sound of the River Bruinen was was roaring not far off though even over the rush of water could be heard the sound of night insects and the rustle of the leaves upon the trees.
“Who is that coming down there?” Fenion wondered, swinging his legs over the branch his young wife was laying across, and leaning over her to let his eyes spy through the branches of the leafy glade.
Aradeth giggled. “'Tis only Celebros. I can see his silhouette.”
“Ah then, if 'tis only Celebros,” Fenion laughed.
“I have a song for him,” Aradeth hummed. “To brighten his mood. He is always so melancholy.”
“Hush, Aradeth,” Fenion instructed, his face serious for a fleeing instant. “He sets me at unease. I think… I think we should leave him to silence tonight.”
“The stars are far brighter
Than gems without measure,
The moon is far whiter
Than silver in treasure.”
Aradeth's voice began to lilt out the lyric, loud enough to be heard by Celebros below, as she eyed her husband with a smirk.
“Hush,” Fenion smiled, pressing a finger over the lips of Aradeth. “You shall sing for me later, and I will appreciate your song far more than Celebros the lachrymose.”
The song came ringing upward in the trees to Limmion's ears however; the younger brother of Aradeth; and he lowered himself through the branches from where he had been peering upon the moon from the highest branches of the tree.
“Do not speak down on Celebros, my friend,” golden haired Limmion chided. “We can ease his melancholy with music. I have done it before. You do not understand for the two of you have always had each other for companion. Never have you been alone. It is all he desires; a friend. And I am he. You see, I will turn a smile to his lips.”
Fenion grinned back to his brother-in-law, “I have no doubt, little brother, that you could turn a smile to any in Imladris. Yet here he comes for solitude, to hear the sound of the winds and the river.”
“Nay, Celebros has always been a friend of mine. Watch. Watch and see,” Limmion winked. Then his golden voice began to lark of the same song his sister as further he climbed. The song rang as he went:
“The leaves are yet swinging,
And Elves are yet singing,
Here down in the valley, ha! Ha!
Oh, where are you going,
So late in returning?
The river is flowing,
The stars are all burning!
Oh, tra-la-la-lally
Here down in the valley, ha! Ha!”
“Limmion is correct,” Aradeth told her husband. “Music brings cheer.”
“Listen to your husband, Melui,” Fenion told his wife. “I have no right to instruct your little brother, yet you stay here in the branches with me and we will sing songs to the fireflies thereafter.”
“Then I shall do as my husband wishes,” Aradeth giggled, laying back against the branch once more. “For I should like to see the fireflies flicker to my tune.” Fenion too settled himself against the trunk of the tree, peering through the branches as he watched Limmion descend.
“Celebros, mellon nín,” Limmion was smiling as his feet softly hit the forest floor.