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| Deleted User | 8 Sep 2008, 01:22 PM Post #1 |
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It was a stormy evening around Minas Tirith. Thunder rolled above her head as she rode towards the city. It wasn't quite raining but she knew it wouldn't be too long before it did. It would help if she at least managed to get to the city before the sky darkened and night fell. But since she was only just leaving Osgiliath it would probably be dark by the time she arrived. She winced as another clap of thunder roared above her. She gently shook the reins on Ithilia and the horse increased its pace almost as anxious to get out of the stormy weather as she was. She felt her hood fly back as the wind hit her full in the face. She lowered her face making sure that the wind couldn't force her off her horse. She glanced up to see Minas Tirith coming up close. She smiled briefly before she felt the thunder roll louder again. She grabbed the reins again and urged Ithilia on towards the doors. She looked up to see one of the guards turning to see her. She hoped she would be spotted so he could open the gate. Luckily for her he moved to open the gates. As they opened she rode into the courtyard of the bottom level of Minas Tirith bringing her horse to a steady stop breathing heavily. She noticed a few people watching her but she didn't mind too much as she must look a little red in the face from having braved the wind. She looked around Minas Tirith with a smile. It was good to be home. She allowed Ithilia a breather for a few moments before urging her slowly up towards the higher levels at a walk. She smiled at a few people she recognised and focused her attention on the upper level just beneath the courtyard of the King. It took Ithilia a good fifteen minutes to walk up there at the pace they were going but they were both well rested by the time they arrived at the level at which Celarwen lived. She dismounted and slowly led Ithilia to the stables. She heard a door open as she came back out and she ran to greet her mother who flung her arms around Celarwen. "Celarwen!"her mother cried out hugging her daughter tightly. "Thank god you are safe! We've been looking for you all over Gondor! We've alerted everyone to the situation! We were so scared you were dead!" Celarwen hugged her mum guiltily. She knew she would have scared her parents by running away like that. Especially as she had been away several months now. She pulled away from her mother as her father came out. She hugged him tight as he held her to him. "Where have you been?" was all he asked as she pulled away. "Everywhere" she said quietly. "I've been everywhere. I couldn't just stay in Minas Tirith Father, that's not fair to ask of me" she said quietly. Her father just gave a great sigh and hugged his daughter again. It was several hours later when Celarwen headed up to the top level towards the gardens that she loved so much. She couldn't help going here when she really wanted to appreciate her life at home. But she had lvoed going out there and seeing all these places especially the place where her parents had met. Celarwen had fallen in love with Rivendell despite it being so quiet now. She didn't mind coming home but it was nice to go out there once in a while. She entered the gardens quietly and started observing the growing buds with a calm gentleness. |
| Deleted User | 9 Nov 2008, 09:10 PM Post #2 |
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Also in the garden was the queen. Half hidden by the trees, she sat with an opened book, though she has yet to read what was on it. It has been like this of late. A sort of restless longing for a life now lost. The only thing tempering it was the promise of a future glimpse, so long ago. It shall come, she told herself often. A son born from Elessar. A prince for the Kingdom. And maybe then she could stop the yearning that comes to her every time she thought of the sea. She who patently love her lord, but also now feel fear and loneliness was the one to speak first, enjoying this intrusion in her quiet time. She missed people to talk to. With a smile and a tilt of her head, she said to the girl, "They are lovely, aren't they? One of the few pleasures left from the music of the Ainur." |
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