In case you didn't know [T.A 2510, Spring][Oneshot]
Jun 20, 2018 22:40:07 GMT -5
Post by MITHIEL on Jun 20, 2018 22:40:07 GMT -5
Tirion, Spring T.A. 2510
Jirel had called forth a dinner party to welcome Lady Celebrian, niece of Finfarin and great-grandaughter of Indis to court. The golden-haired Jirel waited for her head of help to return with answers to her invitations. A short while later, the wrought iron and glass front door opened and shut. The sound of elven feet ghosting over inlaid wood floors. To the left of the wide foyer was Jirel inside her living and drawing room, sitting on upon a burgundy sofa striped with gold, the heavy feet of the sofa carved to resemble a bird seated.
“Lady Jirel, the Lady Celebrian has accepted your invitation to dinner and your child. Lady Awaldanis has replied she will join as well. Are there any other guests we should be aware of?” Nyáre asked as she settled the replies into Jirel of Taniquetil’s receiving bowl by the drawing room door of the expansive townhome she kept in Tirion when she came to see how fared things in Finarin’s court.
“Her Highness the dowager queen, Indis will be joining as well. This will be just a small affair. Oh do see if Lady Terceniel is available to join us” humming in thought as she arranged a bouquet of flowers on the center of the circular table.
“Lady Terceniel is still mourning for her husband” Nyáre replied. Only to be met with a burning gaze.
“Lady Terceniel has mourned long enough for Canafinwë. You may tell her I said so and that I expect her here. Express that Awaldanis will be here, that will cheer her upright well enough to come out of her self-imposed mourning for an ellon that was a fool to follow his Attar and even more so for not coming home to his wife.”
Jirel would find that Terceniel did heed her request to dinner, not just to visit with her sister through marriage to Fëalasso, but to greet Celebrian. The ladies of the upper tiers of Noldorian and Vanyar society gathered around an elegant marble and iron table that was centered in a dining room with walls of celery green painted to look like a lush garden with many birds in the grasses, trees the sky.
Over the first course of the meal, they chatted about the ongoings of life in Tirion and Taniquetil. Celebrian easy falling in rhythm, enjoying the conversation as she was rebuilding her life here while waiting patiently for her husband and children to join her.
“Tell us of your childhood, where were you born in Middle earth?” Indis asked with much interest after her great-grandchild. Awaldanis and Terceniel both chiming in and Jirel’s fingers lightly tapped the rim of her wine glass in curiosity but much too polite to express her desire to know further.
“I was born along the shores of Lake Evendim, I dwelled there with my parents all of my childhood. Raised by my parents and those close to our family.” Celebrian explained. “My mother, when she was busy, would leave me in the care of her handmaiden, Lady Mithiel.”
Awaldanis flicked a gaze towards her sister by marriage and mother both. Jirel’s lips pursed together. As Terceniel pushed a grape around on her plate. Mentally already exhausted just by the expression in Awaldanis eyes. Well, this was interesting Jirel considered the possibility to herself as the name could have been the same as her granddaughter’s although her granddaughter's name, it was a rare name. “Lady Mithiel, is she approximately six feet with tawny oat colored hair? And sea colored eyes? Teaches those she meets of the Valar.” Awaldanis asked with caution before chewing a grape in thought.
Celebrian beamed. “You know her? She is quite lovely. Such a kind and caring soul, I always felt safe in her arms as a child. She was always so kind to the elflings being brought forth.”
“We do not call her Mithiel...We call her by her proper name, Telpëhísimë. She is my daughter.” Awaldanis spoke while plucking at the grapes before her that served as a small before the meal appetizer.
Celebrian’s lips burst into a smile. “Such a small social circle, I am so pleased to meet her Naneth”
Then Indis spoke. “Seems Celebrian can tell you news of your daughter then, Lady Awaldanis. You often had lamented not knowing what has kept her on the far shore.” The dowager queen smiled at Lady Terceniel “Perhaps Celebrian has news of Canafinwë as well”. A gentle and subtle assurance given to Tereceniel who was still waiting for her estranged husband to return to her. For three ages had Canafinwë been separated from her.
Celebrian picked up her glass and took a drink. “I would love to tell you of your daughter. What would you like to know of her life across the sea?”
“Has my granddaughter married?” Jirel asked before Awaldanis could ask. Knowing the question waited upon her child’s tongue. The look on Jirel’s face was curiosity.
“And does she still...associate with one named Ruivo?” Awaldanis had often fretted over the name Ruivo. She had tracked down who his parents were, Awaldanis knew his father was from Tirion and mother from Alqualondë. He was only part Noldorian. Awaldanis would not hold that over his head but she had yet to meet seek out his parents. Having no further information about their son, no solid information that their son was still involved with her child,
Indis and Terceniel silently listened. Indis most interested in hearing Celebrian, speak of a member of court that had yet to arrive in Tirion, while Terceniel hoped for the chance to interject and ask after her husband. She missed him. She missed him more than she had the words to say. Long had she ran out of paper to compose song and verse upon to display how much she missed Cannafinwë.
“Married, no. Goodness no, she has never married. She does have a vellyn though.” Celebrian tilted her head at Awaldanis. Trying to read the light brown haired woman before her. “Ruivo… yes she still associated with. He is her vellyn I just mentioned. Things have been strained between them but ever do they look upon each other with affection.”
Jirel picked up her wine glass and took a sip while Awaldanis looked as if she had been punched hard in the stomach. A moment did it take Awaldanis to recover from the shock at such information. “Have they been vellyn long? Seeing as you have known my Telpëhísimë for some time as a child, perhaps you could speak and tell me if this is a recent development?” Alwadanis aired with concern on her features. Concern for the news she was given.
“I am afraid I can not give you all the information you seek, I can only say that nay. Your Telpëhísimë and Ruivo are not newly vellyn.” Celebrian offered a small smiled that formed and yet she looked cautious. “I can tell you that Telpëhísimë and Ruivo, aside from being vellyn. Lived together for many years in my youth. We lived in a place called Ost-in-Edhil. I am sure you ladies have heard of it. The Noldor there called it Tirion reborn. For they sought to recreate the white city upon Tuna.”
Tercenial looked down at her hands. “Do you have any news of Cannafinwë?” she asked while Alwandanis looked ready to explode. Her face was turning red with anger, cheeks flushed. Brows knit together and she looked rather vexxed over the news. She flicked her gaze towards her Jirel.
Aquamarine eyes stared at silver from one end of the dining table to the other. While in one hand, Jirel held a wine goblet which was swirled lightly, apple wine spun, rolled and shimmered.
“Her ladyship might be more upset if I was permitted to continue my tale.” Pausing for just a moment before Indis gestured that Celebrian should continue speaking. “Ruivo and Telpëhísimë lived together in that city as nearly married. From my understanding when one says nearly married, they even shared a bed for sleeping”
Jirel suddenly looked even more amused as Awaldanis nearly choked on her wine. While Celebrian spoke at length to Terceniel and Indis of having no recent news of Cannafinwë. That she had not seen him, but Elrond, once confided to her that Canna, had been to Imladris once in the middle of the night, that he had been given the advice to sail west and provisions then Ruivo escorted him from the grounds with the Lords Erestor and Glorfindel.
A sigh escaping from behind amused lips. “Tell me Alwadanis, why do you have such a vexxed looking expression upon your fair face. Are you in such a vexed mood hearing of Telpëhísimë? I see no reason why you are upset over what Lady Celebrian just told you” questioned Jirel.
“You can not seriously be accepting of the behavior of your granddaughter, hearing from Lady Celebrain that she is involved still with the jewelsmith that Watharien spoke to me of some time ago. Hearing he has yet to marry her! That they lived together as one would with their spouse. Even going as far... if rumor is true from your lips Lady Celebrian...slept in the same bed with one another.” wailed the sharp eyed woman that took more of her father’s Noldorian temperament than Jirel’s controlled nature.
“Ammë” Jirel would add to Awaldanis’ spill.
“Excuse me?”” Awaldanis gaped, not believing at her age, that her mother would still dain to correct her as if she was an elfling.
“You address me with the proper respect I am due Awaldanis. Are we clear as crystal? I am your Ammë and I will be treated with such respect. While I do not completely accept hearing that the relationship between Telpëhísimë and This jewel smith Ruivo has been carried on this long without an engagement or marriage having been sworn. I do accept based on the length of their relationship that they are sincere in their affections to each other.”
Celebrian smiled over the rim of her own glass of wine. “I would not speak of these tidings if the news I share was untrue of Mithiel...Telpëhísimë. Long has the courtship between them been. Ever since my childhood. Long ago were the days then and yet still longer gauging from information gleaned is the relationship of them. Surely Lady Awaldanis is pleased to know her daughter is happy, even if there are some flaws in the relationship. No relationship is perfect after all. Not even my marriage to Elrond was ever fully perfect. There were times we did not agree on a single thing.”
Awaldanis pushed away the plated salad before her, no longer interested in the fresh spring bounty. “I am not pleased in the least. Such a match is doomed for failure. I should hope my child would have come to her senses by now. A relationship can only work when like marries like. She will not be happy with him and will not marry him. I can assure all parties here of that. How could she want to marry an ellon that is not only in social caste beneath her but has dailled with proposing marriage?”
“That is quite enough” Jirel snarled as her wine goblet lowered. “I am sure he is quite a nice young ellon, further more, Awaldanis you will say no more on this Ruvio, if Telpëhísimë approves of him. Then I approve and we will greet him with open arms when they do come. Lady Celebrian do forgive my daughter her rude tongue. She seems to forget herself and her upbringing. I am humiliated right now to call her daughter.”
Indis picked up her fork and thoughtfully chewed a bite of salad. “If I might make a recommendation that there be...a family meeting of both families...before Ruivo and Telpëhísimë arrive in Aman. Perhaps this would soothe Lady Awaldanis’ fears. Get to know the ellon in question family. Treat this an extended interview of getting to know them during a courtship. After all, love cannot be stopped once started but...we can nourish the familia bonds”
Reaching for the decanter of wine, Jirel refilled her glass and Celebrian’s next to her. “I am quite inclined to agree with her majesty on this. Awaldanis, I think you should pay a visit to his family. Have you looked into them yet? Or should her majesty and I look through the great archives and see if we can find a Ruivo listed on one of the many family trees?”
“Might I offer my help?” Celebrian chimed in with a smile. “I have reason to visit the archives myself.”
Awaldanis took a long swallow of her drink.
“I will go with you to the archives, Celebrian.” Terceniel offered. The first time she had tried to bond with someone outside of Awaldanis in nearly two and a half centuries. “No thank you, but thank you for the kind offers. I have already learned that his father was born here in Tirion and mother his mother hails from Alqualondë. I have yet to visit their home in Alqualondë, I was told they no longer reside here in Tirion.
“Well, that settles that then” Jirel murmured. As Indis cast her old friend a sly smirk, subtle and only seen by the old blonde. Her blonde starting to take a hint of silver in the threads, only visible to those who had long known her. “Lady Awaldanis, take some advice from me. Not as your dowager queen but as a mother and grandmother, a great-grand-mother and a great-great-grandmother. Do not cause a scene in Alqualondë if you should find yourself on the coast. It is very possible your daughter has wed this ellon and the elven home you visit would be one your daughter and her husband could choose to reside in. Instead of here in Tirion”
Jirel chuckled “Let us pray for guidance from the Manwë for my child, may he guide her slippered feet upon the shore." Raising her wine glass in toast while Awaldanis leaned back in her chair, glass half heartedly raised….she would leave come to the morrow for Alqualondë.
Jirel had called forth a dinner party to welcome Lady Celebrian, niece of Finfarin and great-grandaughter of Indis to court. The golden-haired Jirel waited for her head of help to return with answers to her invitations. A short while later, the wrought iron and glass front door opened and shut. The sound of elven feet ghosting over inlaid wood floors. To the left of the wide foyer was Jirel inside her living and drawing room, sitting on upon a burgundy sofa striped with gold, the heavy feet of the sofa carved to resemble a bird seated.
“Lady Jirel, the Lady Celebrian has accepted your invitation to dinner and your child. Lady Awaldanis has replied she will join as well. Are there any other guests we should be aware of?” Nyáre asked as she settled the replies into Jirel of Taniquetil’s receiving bowl by the drawing room door of the expansive townhome she kept in Tirion when she came to see how fared things in Finarin’s court.
“Her Highness the dowager queen, Indis will be joining as well. This will be just a small affair. Oh do see if Lady Terceniel is available to join us” humming in thought as she arranged a bouquet of flowers on the center of the circular table.
“Lady Terceniel is still mourning for her husband” Nyáre replied. Only to be met with a burning gaze.
“Lady Terceniel has mourned long enough for Canafinwë. You may tell her I said so and that I expect her here. Express that Awaldanis will be here, that will cheer her upright well enough to come out of her self-imposed mourning for an ellon that was a fool to follow his Attar and even more so for not coming home to his wife.”
Jirel would find that Terceniel did heed her request to dinner, not just to visit with her sister through marriage to Fëalasso, but to greet Celebrian. The ladies of the upper tiers of Noldorian and Vanyar society gathered around an elegant marble and iron table that was centered in a dining room with walls of celery green painted to look like a lush garden with many birds in the grasses, trees the sky.
Over the first course of the meal, they chatted about the ongoings of life in Tirion and Taniquetil. Celebrian easy falling in rhythm, enjoying the conversation as she was rebuilding her life here while waiting patiently for her husband and children to join her.
“Tell us of your childhood, where were you born in Middle earth?” Indis asked with much interest after her great-grandchild. Awaldanis and Terceniel both chiming in and Jirel’s fingers lightly tapped the rim of her wine glass in curiosity but much too polite to express her desire to know further.
“I was born along the shores of Lake Evendim, I dwelled there with my parents all of my childhood. Raised by my parents and those close to our family.” Celebrian explained. “My mother, when she was busy, would leave me in the care of her handmaiden, Lady Mithiel.”
Awaldanis flicked a gaze towards her sister by marriage and mother both. Jirel’s lips pursed together. As Terceniel pushed a grape around on her plate. Mentally already exhausted just by the expression in Awaldanis eyes. Well, this was interesting Jirel considered the possibility to herself as the name could have been the same as her granddaughter’s although her granddaughter's name, it was a rare name. “Lady Mithiel, is she approximately six feet with tawny oat colored hair? And sea colored eyes? Teaches those she meets of the Valar.” Awaldanis asked with caution before chewing a grape in thought.
Celebrian beamed. “You know her? She is quite lovely. Such a kind and caring soul, I always felt safe in her arms as a child. She was always so kind to the elflings being brought forth.”
“We do not call her Mithiel...We call her by her proper name, Telpëhísimë. She is my daughter.” Awaldanis spoke while plucking at the grapes before her that served as a small before the meal appetizer.
Celebrian’s lips burst into a smile. “Such a small social circle, I am so pleased to meet her Naneth”
Then Indis spoke. “Seems Celebrian can tell you news of your daughter then, Lady Awaldanis. You often had lamented not knowing what has kept her on the far shore.” The dowager queen smiled at Lady Terceniel “Perhaps Celebrian has news of Canafinwë as well”. A gentle and subtle assurance given to Tereceniel who was still waiting for her estranged husband to return to her. For three ages had Canafinwë been separated from her.
Celebrian picked up her glass and took a drink. “I would love to tell you of your daughter. What would you like to know of her life across the sea?”
“Has my granddaughter married?” Jirel asked before Awaldanis could ask. Knowing the question waited upon her child’s tongue. The look on Jirel’s face was curiosity.
“And does she still...associate with one named Ruivo?” Awaldanis had often fretted over the name Ruivo. She had tracked down who his parents were, Awaldanis knew his father was from Tirion and mother from Alqualondë. He was only part Noldorian. Awaldanis would not hold that over his head but she had yet to meet seek out his parents. Having no further information about their son, no solid information that their son was still involved with her child,
Indis and Terceniel silently listened. Indis most interested in hearing Celebrian, speak of a member of court that had yet to arrive in Tirion, while Terceniel hoped for the chance to interject and ask after her husband. She missed him. She missed him more than she had the words to say. Long had she ran out of paper to compose song and verse upon to display how much she missed Cannafinwë.
“Married, no. Goodness no, she has never married. She does have a vellyn though.” Celebrian tilted her head at Awaldanis. Trying to read the light brown haired woman before her. “Ruivo… yes she still associated with. He is her vellyn I just mentioned. Things have been strained between them but ever do they look upon each other with affection.”
Jirel picked up her wine glass and took a sip while Awaldanis looked as if she had been punched hard in the stomach. A moment did it take Awaldanis to recover from the shock at such information. “Have they been vellyn long? Seeing as you have known my Telpëhísimë for some time as a child, perhaps you could speak and tell me if this is a recent development?” Alwadanis aired with concern on her features. Concern for the news she was given.
“I am afraid I can not give you all the information you seek, I can only say that nay. Your Telpëhísimë and Ruivo are not newly vellyn.” Celebrian offered a small smiled that formed and yet she looked cautious. “I can tell you that Telpëhísimë and Ruivo, aside from being vellyn. Lived together for many years in my youth. We lived in a place called Ost-in-Edhil. I am sure you ladies have heard of it. The Noldor there called it Tirion reborn. For they sought to recreate the white city upon Tuna.”
Tercenial looked down at her hands. “Do you have any news of Cannafinwë?” she asked while Alwandanis looked ready to explode. Her face was turning red with anger, cheeks flushed. Brows knit together and she looked rather vexxed over the news. She flicked her gaze towards her Jirel.
Aquamarine eyes stared at silver from one end of the dining table to the other. While in one hand, Jirel held a wine goblet which was swirled lightly, apple wine spun, rolled and shimmered.
“Her ladyship might be more upset if I was permitted to continue my tale.” Pausing for just a moment before Indis gestured that Celebrian should continue speaking. “Ruivo and Telpëhísimë lived together in that city as nearly married. From my understanding when one says nearly married, they even shared a bed for sleeping”
Jirel suddenly looked even more amused as Awaldanis nearly choked on her wine. While Celebrian spoke at length to Terceniel and Indis of having no recent news of Cannafinwë. That she had not seen him, but Elrond, once confided to her that Canna, had been to Imladris once in the middle of the night, that he had been given the advice to sail west and provisions then Ruivo escorted him from the grounds with the Lords Erestor and Glorfindel.
A sigh escaping from behind amused lips. “Tell me Alwadanis, why do you have such a vexxed looking expression upon your fair face. Are you in such a vexed mood hearing of Telpëhísimë? I see no reason why you are upset over what Lady Celebrian just told you” questioned Jirel.
“You can not seriously be accepting of the behavior of your granddaughter, hearing from Lady Celebrain that she is involved still with the jewelsmith that Watharien spoke to me of some time ago. Hearing he has yet to marry her! That they lived together as one would with their spouse. Even going as far... if rumor is true from your lips Lady Celebrian...slept in the same bed with one another.” wailed the sharp eyed woman that took more of her father’s Noldorian temperament than Jirel’s controlled nature.
“Ammë” Jirel would add to Awaldanis’ spill.
“Excuse me?”” Awaldanis gaped, not believing at her age, that her mother would still dain to correct her as if she was an elfling.
“You address me with the proper respect I am due Awaldanis. Are we clear as crystal? I am your Ammë and I will be treated with such respect. While I do not completely accept hearing that the relationship between Telpëhísimë and This jewel smith Ruivo has been carried on this long without an engagement or marriage having been sworn. I do accept based on the length of their relationship that they are sincere in their affections to each other.”
Celebrian smiled over the rim of her own glass of wine. “I would not speak of these tidings if the news I share was untrue of Mithiel...Telpëhísimë. Long has the courtship between them been. Ever since my childhood. Long ago were the days then and yet still longer gauging from information gleaned is the relationship of them. Surely Lady Awaldanis is pleased to know her daughter is happy, even if there are some flaws in the relationship. No relationship is perfect after all. Not even my marriage to Elrond was ever fully perfect. There were times we did not agree on a single thing.”
Awaldanis pushed away the plated salad before her, no longer interested in the fresh spring bounty. “I am not pleased in the least. Such a match is doomed for failure. I should hope my child would have come to her senses by now. A relationship can only work when like marries like. She will not be happy with him and will not marry him. I can assure all parties here of that. How could she want to marry an ellon that is not only in social caste beneath her but has dailled with proposing marriage?”
“That is quite enough” Jirel snarled as her wine goblet lowered. “I am sure he is quite a nice young ellon, further more, Awaldanis you will say no more on this Ruvio, if Telpëhísimë approves of him. Then I approve and we will greet him with open arms when they do come. Lady Celebrian do forgive my daughter her rude tongue. She seems to forget herself and her upbringing. I am humiliated right now to call her daughter.”
Indis picked up her fork and thoughtfully chewed a bite of salad. “If I might make a recommendation that there be...a family meeting of both families...before Ruivo and Telpëhísimë arrive in Aman. Perhaps this would soothe Lady Awaldanis’ fears. Get to know the ellon in question family. Treat this an extended interview of getting to know them during a courtship. After all, love cannot be stopped once started but...we can nourish the familia bonds”
Reaching for the decanter of wine, Jirel refilled her glass and Celebrian’s next to her. “I am quite inclined to agree with her majesty on this. Awaldanis, I think you should pay a visit to his family. Have you looked into them yet? Or should her majesty and I look through the great archives and see if we can find a Ruivo listed on one of the many family trees?”
“Might I offer my help?” Celebrian chimed in with a smile. “I have reason to visit the archives myself.”
Awaldanis took a long swallow of her drink.
“I will go with you to the archives, Celebrian.” Terceniel offered. The first time she had tried to bond with someone outside of Awaldanis in nearly two and a half centuries. “No thank you, but thank you for the kind offers. I have already learned that his father was born here in Tirion and mother his mother hails from Alqualondë. I have yet to visit their home in Alqualondë, I was told they no longer reside here in Tirion.
“Well, that settles that then” Jirel murmured. As Indis cast her old friend a sly smirk, subtle and only seen by the old blonde. Her blonde starting to take a hint of silver in the threads, only visible to those who had long known her. “Lady Awaldanis, take some advice from me. Not as your dowager queen but as a mother and grandmother, a great-grand-mother and a great-great-grandmother. Do not cause a scene in Alqualondë if you should find yourself on the coast. It is very possible your daughter has wed this ellon and the elven home you visit would be one your daughter and her husband could choose to reside in. Instead of here in Tirion”
Jirel chuckled “Let us pray for guidance from the Manwë for my child, may he guide her slippered feet upon the shore." Raising her wine glass in toast while Awaldanis leaned back in her chair, glass half heartedly raised….she would leave come to the morrow for Alqualondë.