Author's Note: Well, well, well…it has been what? 11 years since my last story on this fandom. Hello everyone, my name is Arwennicole and I have decided to come back for a little visit into Middle Earth.
Prologue: Daughter in Both Worlds
During the days when the world was peaceful, there weren't many wars, and all of the free peoples of Middle Earth would go about their days. A thousand years after the Great War against Sauron, in the woods of Lothlórien there was an elven maiden holding an infant in her arms. The child's tuft of blond hair could be seen peeking out from underneath the blankets that wrapped around her.
The maiden had long blond hair that hung down around her waist, her bright blue eyes normally filled with mirth instead held sadness. She looked at the sleeping child in her arms, then looked back at the headstone that laid just outside of her beautiful home. "Randiriel," a voice called from behind.
Randiriel turned and her eyes locked on with her brother, Haldir's, as he made his way forward. "Dúú na-talt," he said firmly. (Night is falling.)
"Im a ped-man dú," she replied. (I am saying goodnight.)
Haldir made his way over to her, resting his hand on his sister's shoulder as they stared at the headstone that was placed neatly underneath one of the many trees. "Ho na-a man adan plural edain," he answered. (He is a good man.) She nodded her head slowly.
"Ho chil cin di thand –o hon. Ho innas no di cin an uir," he assured her. (He left you part of him. He will be with you for eternity.)
Randiriel looked at the child in her arms, holding her a little closer if it were possible. "Na- ennas a est- an i hén?" he asked. (Is there a name for the child?) Randiriel held her tiny hand between her thumb and index finger.
"Miriel," she replied softly.
Haldir smiled softly at the infant, nodding his head in agreement. "Miriel, -iel –o Ordred," he answered. (Miriel, daughter of Ordred.)
Randiriel leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her child's forehead before allowing her brother to lead her away.
Randiriel raised her daughter the best she could with her brothers helping her. Miriel grew, her hair going turning into a near dark blond because of her Rohirrim kin. Her eyes were bright blue like her mother's, her eyes were so bright that Haldir affectionately named her 'Silif' for 'moonlight'.
A few years passed, Miriel, as a child, ran down the hill towards the training arena, watching her uncles practice. She sat on the ledge of the bridge, watching with fondness. Uncle Rúmil swung at Uncle Orophin with his dagger. Orophin easily ducked underneath the dagger before he took out his sword, blocking Haldir's sword as it aimed for his waist. The sounds of their metal swords clashing together was like music to Miriel's ears. "Miriel!" she heard her mother call out.
Miriel could not help the frown that graced her features. "Whui ar cin hi?" Randiriel demanded. (Why are you here?) Miriel frowned as she looked back at her uncles.
"Im a- onlui tirith," she insisted. (I am only watching.)
"Cin ar abdollan an cín pengolodh," Randiriel scolded her. (You are late for your teacher.)
"Im ceri ú- iest na tíra hen," she muttered. (I do not wish to see her.)
"Cin innas tul- di nin hi," Randiriel ordered. (You will come with me now.)
Miriel frowned, but then her mother walked over grasping her by her waist and pulled her up from her spot on the bridge.
Haldir looked up to see his sister lifting his niece up and the girl looked frustrated as she was led away. "He na- limb sui Randiriel," Orophin quipped. (She is much like Randiriel.)
"A limb," Rúmil answered. (Too much.)
"Ennas na- baw trast- in a hén gelia- na cost," Haldir replied. (There is no trouble in a child learning to fight.)
Rúmil looked less than amused, but then aimed his dagger at Haldir's head. Haldir swung around and blocked the attack and their practice continued.
When evening fell, Miriel was laying on her chaise, staring out the window. She was humming softly to herself, not noticing her uncle's presence in the doorway. "Cin edraith cín naneth ad-," Haldir commented. (You escaped your mother again.) Miriel sat up, looking over at him.
"Cin iest na cost?" he asked. (You wish to fight?)
"I adan in adar's dór tur- cost," she answered. (The women in father's lands can fight.)
"I na- whui cín naneth innas ú- let cin cost," he replied. (That is why your mother will not let you fight.)
Miriel frowned and Haldir sat down across from his niece. "Ha na- ú- bien," she answered. (It is not fair.) Seeing the heartbroken, disappointed look on the child's face tug at Haldir's heart. He let out a breath, looking back up at her with a slight nod.
"Ha na- ú-," he agreed. (It is not.)
Miriel bit her lower lip, kicking her feet a little. "Innas cin ped- di naneth?" she asked. (Will you speak with mother?) He let out a breath, not knowing how to answer this child and going against his sister's wishes.
"Ennas na- baw aglar in dagr, Miriel," Haldir insisted. (There is no glory in war, Miriel.)
"Im ceri- baw iest an aglar. Im anír- na natha beri- nin bar; ceri- in ú- gar- i foeir?" she asked. (I do not wish for glory. I want to help protect my home; do I not have that right?)
Haldir could not stop the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Cin ar sael haer cín ennin," he answered. (You are wise beyond your years.)
"Im iest naneth aen sam sui," she muttered. (I wish mother would think so.) "Cín naneth aníra- cín barn," he answered. (Your mother desires your safety.)
Miriel lowered her head again, sighing helplessly. She was doomed to listen to boring tutors about being a proper Elven Lady to serve the Lady of the Wood. Haldir could see the sadness in her eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
He stood up and stood in front of his niece, his hand stroking her long hair. The strands felt like silk through his fingertips. "Im innas trui," he replied. (I will try.) Miriel looked up, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"Cin innas?" she asked anxiously. (You will?) "Athon," he replied. (Yes.)
Miriel jumped up and embraced her uncle tightly. "Hannon le!" she exclaimed. (Thank you!) Haldir smiled, hugging her back.
"Cin ar íd maedol, Silif," he replied. (You are very welcome, Moonlight.)
Miriel hugged him a little tighter, hoping he could convince her mother that she could train with him at last. That was all she had ever wanted was to learn the ways of the Lothlórien guards. She wanted to learn how to shoot an arrow or fight with a sword. She had heard the many stories they used to tell her about her mother's adventures. It was after all, how she met her father.
Rage, that's all Randiriel felt as she stared at her brother. How could he promise her daughter such a thing? Fighting? Has this Elf Guardian lost his mind? She stared at her older brother, letting out a sound that he could only describe between a huff and a growl. She turned her back to him, staring out at the window. Then finally, Randiriel shook her head. "Baw!" she snapped. (No!) Haldir sighed, knowing that his sister would object to the question the moment the words left his mouth. "He na- a hén!" she snapped. (She is a child!)
"I na- sui cin," he replied calmly. (Who is like you.)
She gave him a glare. Just hearing him point out the obvious made her skin crawl and every part of her just wanted to throttle him. Her bright blue eyes almost grew dark from the amount of anger pumping through her. "Ceri- ú-ped-na nin sui im ceri- ú- ist nin –iel," she snapped. (Do not speak to me like I do not know my daughter.)
"Ceri- cin sui hen?" he asked. (Do you know her?)
Randiriel felt herself calming down, especially since Haldir never once raised his voice so it was hard to continue yelling at him when he was so calm. "Rac cin," she muttered as she sat down on her chaise. (Curse you.)
Haldir made his way over to his sister. "Im tur- cheb- hen beri-," he replied. (I can keep her protected.) Randiriel still felt her stubbornness take control and she shook her head.
"Im ceri- ú- anír- hen na gelia-," she insisted. (I do not want her to learn.)
"Ha na- maer o nin ben he golas ir he na- en ioras," he replied. (It is best from me or she learns when she is of age.)
Randiriel put her head in her hands, knowing that he was right. She let out a breath as Haldir rested his hand on her shoulder. "He ú-heni i rhû in hi ambar," she answered. (She does not understand the evil in this world.)
"He innas ú- awartha Lothlórien. He innas gelia na tiri- i edrein sui mín ceri," he assured her. (She will not leave Lothlórien. She learn to guard the border as we do.)
Randiriel closed her eyes. She could only hope that her daughter would only wish to be a guard to their borders and nothing more.