**OOC notes about the story below**
Edited: 1230 hours(GMT) an extra page has been added with a few extra details.
Characters involved: Minyelaire, Arnostale, Naryn, Vardarianna.
Setting: Imladris.
Comments: A special thank you to the guys I rp’d with! It was really quite fun and nice to rp with new people :)
**end of notes**
The evening sun shines through a stain glass window and birds of the evening make pleasant song within Imladris.
Opening her eyes, Vardarianna listens for a moment to the evening song and to the lament of the sun as she falls beneath horizon she listens to even the sigh of the world as darkness descends upon it.
‘Vardarianna’ Minyelaire softly speaks the name of the Gondor maiden.
Vardarianna’s eyes flutter open, for a moment she stares up to the ceiling and studies the intricate patterns painted upon it.
‘Yes?’ Vardarianna replies, her body still aches, having travelled so far. Slowly she pushes herself up so that she now sits upon the bed. For a moment she studies the elf maiden, looking to her delicate cat like features, her whitish hair and her beautiful eyes.
‘You had been sleeping for far too long,’ the elf maiden states, frowning, perhaps worried?
‘The journey had been long, it will take a while for my body to mend for sure.’ She smiles crookedly.
Minyelaire smiles, though quickly her smile turns to a frown.
‘Vardarianna… The ring… You must hide it or give it to me.’ Minyelaire looks worried.
‘Oh?’Vardarianna looks to the maiden, concerned.
‘The elf Tyelepoma, he has vowed to take the life of the one whom carries it.’ Minyelaire states, her voice filled with concern for the maiden.
Vardarianna feels her very breath falter for a moment, her heart-beat quickens at the thought of being pursued by those of the Noldor house. ‘No… I will not risk that you carry it…. I will keep it hidden…’ She says, taking the necklace and holding it up, unbuttoning her undershirt and allowing the ring the fall against her chest.
‘I will keep it close to my heart… I do not think the noldor elf will want to look for it there!’ She chuckles to herself. Minyelaire also seems to laugh, knowing the maiden’s words to be true.
Vardarinna turns slightly toward the window, noting now that the evening’s last song of goodbye is now in full chorus. She barely hears the creaking of the door to her left.
The door to the room opens and Minyelaire starts, jumping up from the end of the bed and then spinning, with grace to look toward the door.
There at the doorway stands an elf, he wears what appears to be a white robe, his skin is pale and his hair is long and dark.
‘Arnostale...’ Minyelaire hisses. Her body tenses, her back straightens. The elf maiden seems to be as tense as ever before.
Impassively the elf, Arnostale, looks toward Vardarianna and then to the elf maiden 'It concerns me to warn you to abide here not, more than necessary.' He says, his arms behind his back, his hands perhaps folded over one another.
'I have said it before: I go where I wish, whenever I wish. Obviously has Vanimar not thought of looking for me within the valley.' Minyelaire replies, angrily.
Curious, Vardarianna studies the elf for a moment, he does not appear to mean them any harm.
Then, realizing herself, she remembers that this is an elf, those creatures so mysterious to her. She had known elves in her youth but still she finds that she is sometimes in awe of them. These elves that are so unlike Minyelaire…
'Second-born, fear not, you shall be done no harm. That malice that is tainting Minyelaire- the Avari- shall have sway of you if you do not hearken my words.' He says calmly, he does not appear to be as imposing as she had expected.
Is this one of the Noldor that Minyelaire had spoken of? She wonders. Thinking back to a tale of a battle long ago, a tale told to her by an elf within this very haven as a child. A tale also of the Noldor and their arrogance.
'Do not speak to her!' Minyelaire protests, placing herself between the elf and the maiden.
'She is not of Evil hail, yet anger and ire dwell in her heart.' He says to Vardarianna again.
Vardarianna frowns, not believing this to be so.
Thinking to herself that only those who do not understand the elf maiden would think so. Minyelaire’s heart is good and it is not filled with anger or hate at all.
Vardarianna bites her lip; wishing more than anything to say something.
However, with more words swapped it is not long before the elf, Arnostale, walks from the room, wishing only to have warned them to depart and not to cause trouble.
Vardarianna frowns as the elf leaves, feeling somehow that she should have spoken up about Minyelaire and defended her.
‘Let us seek out the Noldo maiden and leave this place.’ Minyelaire states, stalking from the room, seemingly perturbed by her conversation with the elf Arnostale.
As they walk, Vardarianna is in awe of the house, the grand entrance hall and the elaborate decoration of the ceilings and walls. More so she is in awe of the gardens, the plant life and the abundance of small animals scurrying about within the foliage.
Then there, as they walk through the garden, she sees that the elf Arnostale is in discussion with a curious looking maiden. Approaching the elf and the maiden, again they all discuss matters regarding Minyelaire and leaving the valley, more so now, Vardarianna wishes that she should speak alone with the elf and that she should try to convince him not to think badly of Minyelaire… Surely these elves must be blind… She thinks, almost surprised at herself for thinking badly of their kind.
Elves cannot be ignorant surely? Nor arrogant, though a friend from long ago had assured her that the Noldor are… She ponders for a moment.
The elf Arnostale seems ever calm; he simply bows to those present, dismissing Minyelaire’s attempt to further discuss with him the matter of Daerundros. He looks to take his leave of the maidens, saying to the creature Naryn that he would be in the hall of fire should she need him.
Saddened though determined to say her piece, Vardarianna bows in reply, not sure as to when she would have the opportunity to speak with him. She likes this elf, he seems to be an amiable creature, perhaps not as those of whom Minyalire is truly angered by, those such as Tyelepoma and his kin.
Then, watching Arnostale leave, Vardarianna thinks this to be the perfect time to at the very least say her piece, to put forward the fact that he simply misunderstood the maiden, Minyelaire.
Turning to the maidens, Minyelaire and Naryn, she says ‘I am sorry but I am rather hungry, I won’t be but a moment.’
‘I will be waiting here for you,’ Minyealire smiles warmly to the maiden before turning again to speak with Naryn.
Walking away, hurriedly, Vardarianna remembers that the elf Arnostale, had said that he would be in the hall of fire. She knew that she would not have long before Minyealire took fright and would worry for her; Vardarianna would need to make this quick.
Walking into the hall, after having found herself slightly lost, the Gondorian noble woman looks about for the elf and then she sees him, standing almost serenely by the fires.
The hall is large and as with the rest of the house, the elaborate decoration of the walls, the ceilings and even the furniture seem so elaborate and beautiful so as to be inspiring.
‘Arnostale is it?’ She asks, he nods and then greeting her in reply.
Breathing deeply, she is unsure of what to say, for a moment her confidence waivers.
‘I would speak with thee, regarding Minyelaire… It is not my place perhaps but I think that you should know that her heart is good…’ She breathes deeply, feeling relieved now that she has managed to say what she had intended. ‘You must see that her heart is good, no?’
He seems to consider her words for a moment. ‘One sees she is fond of you and she would even die to protect you. No one questions her honour, Child. She is indeed at heart, but she refuses to live by her host laws and customs and feels free to go against them.'
Vardarianna feels pleased with the elf’s answer. She smiles warmly to him.
‘Then I am glad. I am sorry for having perhaps disturbed your peace my lord.’ She bows politely, looking to the elf, in awe of his calmness and seemingly wise words.
He does not think the maiden evil and Vardarianna is glad that he does not misunderstand the maiden’s intentions.
He leans down kissing her upon the forehead, such a strange action and yet somehow calming. Then, hearing footsteps, light but fast approaching, Vardarinna begins to turn and she is faced with the sight of Minyelaire, beautiful and majestic- though filled with rage.
'Away from her! Or I slice thee open like a pig!’ She shouts to the elf, stepping between Vardarianna and Arnostale.
‘Be your spirit at peace, Minyelaire of the Unwilling.' He states calmly.
Vardarianna looks to the maiden, frowning, wishing not to have been the root cause of her anger.
‘Minyelaire… He had not sought to harm me…’ Vardarianna almost whispers, taking the maiden by the arm. ‘Let us be away from here.’
Not listening, Minyelaire hisses 'Has he got thee now? Hast thou succumbed to his words already? Art thee falling back to the cage i freed thee from? If thou lovest me, so heed his words not!'
‘Minyelaire, I am under no spell.’ Vardarianna, tugs at the maiden’s arm perhaps more forcefully. Slightly stung by the elf maiden’s words.
Now, as expected, a short while is spent where Minyelaire and Arnostale share some form of conversation, Minyelaire displays the conviction and the very vigour that Vardarianna has come to love, the Gondorian noble struggles not to smile, how could she, this is not the time for smiling or joy.
She frowns trying to set her features into a mask of determination. It is now that she notes the maiden Naryn, standing close by watching and Arnostale seems somehow removed, as though he is perhaps not even of this world.
‘Let us go…’ Minyealire finally states. Taking the Gondorion by the arm and gently leading her from the hall. The elf maiden moves with all the grace and elegance of a cat. Strange and oddly beautiful.
** OOC- Ok so this is long, more is to come, of the harsh words shared between Minyealire and those Noldor elves of the Vanimar. **
