Post by simplyangel on Sept 4, 2008 16:22:58 GMT -8
Nibenalubain peeked through the black curtains on the windows in her family’s decorative carriage. “Where are we,” she asked her parents in exhausted curiousity. She turned her eyes to her mother who shook her head and shooed Nibenalubain away from the window. She sank back into her seat and continued to draw to keep her mind from wandering too far on the subject. Her father leaned over her to observe her as she completed the piece that she’d been working on all day. It was a woman sitting beside a pond with water lilies playing over her hands. The woman’s long blonde hair floated on the surface of the pond but she seemed to enticed by the floating flowers to notice or care. “I just don’t understand what the matter is,” she began to complain, “I’m old enough to know. You may as well tell me now because I’m going to find out later anyways.”
“We are going to a very important meeting with some friends,” her mother, Bainol, answered, “It is in the city of Lothlorien and that is all that I will tell you.” Nibenalubain nodded and, seeming satisfied with the answer, became engrossed in her work again. Minutes went by and she finished drawing and began to color it with dyed charcoals. They were almost gone now and as she removed them from their bag, one by one, she remembered how her big brother had given them to her before he went off to battle. For a moment she meant not to use them anymore but she reassured herself that he would want her to keep drawing. Before she could get much coloring done, the carriage came to an abrupt stop. Nibenalubain put away her art supplies and prepared to exit the carriage and see about this new world. The last thing she’d seen through the curtain was grass and they had that back in Nurn. As she slung her bag over her shoulder there was a muffled noise outside and she turned to look at her father.
The door to the carriage opened and there was a tall man with almost white hair and eyes that were just as light. “Welcome to Lorien,” he said, “May I assist you from you carriage?” Bainol gave the man her hand and slid down to the ground. Immediately there were sounds of wonder and amazement. Tondvoron stepped out and reached in to help Nibenalubain climb down. She grabbed a firm hold of his hand and slid cautiously from the carriage. Tondvoron looked at her with worry when she didn’t let go of his hand. Nibenalubain was gazing, with horror at the tall things surrounding them.
“What are they,” she asked with a thread of fear in her voice, “What do they want?” They were tall and wide with brown, rough bodies, long arms that numbered into the hundreds and silver hairs protruding from their fingertips. There must have been thousands of them and they were everywhere, leaving no room to run for freedom, no safety in sight. She began to panic and held onto her father’s hand as hard as she could. Tondvoron pried their hands apart and turned her to face him. Still young, she reverted to the comforting method of putting her hands over her eyes.
“Calm down, Alu,” he spoke, “They are only trees, mere plants. Tall and luminous they are but they will not harm you.” She didn’t believe him and kept her eyes covered. “Look,” he said, as a last resort, “I’ll touch one.” Tondvoron sauntered over to a tree and laid his hand on its bark. “See.” Nibenalubain peeked through her fingers and saw him with his hand on the tree. Since it didn’t seem to be causing him any harm she took her hands down and looked at them. “Come and touch it for yourself,” he requested. She stepped cautiously over to the tree and laid her small, dark hand on its skin. Just as she did her mother sneezed and startled everyone for a moment. Realizing the source of the noise they all let out relieved laughs. Tondvoron turned to Nibenalubain. “See,” he laughed, “They are only trees."
“We are going to a very important meeting with some friends,” her mother, Bainol, answered, “It is in the city of Lothlorien and that is all that I will tell you.” Nibenalubain nodded and, seeming satisfied with the answer, became engrossed in her work again. Minutes went by and she finished drawing and began to color it with dyed charcoals. They were almost gone now and as she removed them from their bag, one by one, she remembered how her big brother had given them to her before he went off to battle. For a moment she meant not to use them anymore but she reassured herself that he would want her to keep drawing. Before she could get much coloring done, the carriage came to an abrupt stop. Nibenalubain put away her art supplies and prepared to exit the carriage and see about this new world. The last thing she’d seen through the curtain was grass and they had that back in Nurn. As she slung her bag over her shoulder there was a muffled noise outside and she turned to look at her father.
The door to the carriage opened and there was a tall man with almost white hair and eyes that were just as light. “Welcome to Lorien,” he said, “May I assist you from you carriage?” Bainol gave the man her hand and slid down to the ground. Immediately there were sounds of wonder and amazement. Tondvoron stepped out and reached in to help Nibenalubain climb down. She grabbed a firm hold of his hand and slid cautiously from the carriage. Tondvoron looked at her with worry when she didn’t let go of his hand. Nibenalubain was gazing, with horror at the tall things surrounding them.
“What are they,” she asked with a thread of fear in her voice, “What do they want?” They were tall and wide with brown, rough bodies, long arms that numbered into the hundreds and silver hairs protruding from their fingertips. There must have been thousands of them and they were everywhere, leaving no room to run for freedom, no safety in sight. She began to panic and held onto her father’s hand as hard as she could. Tondvoron pried their hands apart and turned her to face him. Still young, she reverted to the comforting method of putting her hands over her eyes.
“Calm down, Alu,” he spoke, “They are only trees, mere plants. Tall and luminous they are but they will not harm you.” She didn’t believe him and kept her eyes covered. “Look,” he said, as a last resort, “I’ll touch one.” Tondvoron sauntered over to a tree and laid his hand on its bark. “See.” Nibenalubain peeked through her fingers and saw him with his hand on the tree. Since it didn’t seem to be causing him any harm she took her hands down and looked at them. “Come and touch it for yourself,” he requested. She stepped cautiously over to the tree and laid her small, dark hand on its skin. Just as she did her mother sneezed and startled everyone for a moment. Realizing the source of the noise they all let out relieved laughs. Tondvoron turned to Nibenalubain. “See,” he laughed, “They are only trees."
