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The young detective.. [25 May 2004|08:43pm]
[ mood | excited ]

Grandmother Maiwen has given me a strange task indeed! It seems that she is curious as to the comings and goings at the House of the Harp. I'm not quite sure why..what is the link between Salgant and Maiwen? Surely she doesn't think he might have negative influences on me.
In any case, she is, as everyone knows, interested in everyone else's affairs, and there has been a cloaked stranger who could arouse suspicion in even the most innocent of minds. Like mine, I suppose grandmother meant.
Well, having interrogated a few individuals, it turns out this cloaked stranger arrived one evening, alone, stooped, in blacks and greys... The person I need most to speak to would be Elwen, who is of course in Anghabar (strange place to want to be) Ah! Nessimo might have more information. The steward brings Salgant breakfast in bed sometimes, and shares his problems with him.
Otherwise, I highly doubt this person comes from the House of the Fountain. They tend to flaunt themselves, and wouldn't hide behind a cloak. Likewise, for the House of the Golden Flower, Salgant hasn't been known to dally with any of them, save Glorfindel, but he does not stoop.
In fact, the more I think about, the more it seems this sort of shadowy, cautious, dark behaviour would be more suited to a member of the House of the Mole! Perhaps I should pay them a courtesy visit, I'm sure I could invent a plausible reason to speak to one of the Moles...

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letter #2 [16 May 2004|01:55pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

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young love is annoying [08 May 2004|10:58am]
[ mood | confused ]

Ai, I haven't a clue!
Things were going so well with Mini, and now? Now is nothing left? She was confused, always confused. And confusion annoys me. I like immediacy, coming out with your feelings and dealing with them. Not pussy footing around the issue, even though she, well we, are young..
I kissed her, to show her how I felt. Though I guess she took it badly, because she frowned and was cold with me.
But I am not confused. I care a lot for Minuial, and she said she liked me. I couldn't coax any more out of her. Should I perhaps write her a letter? Or let everything cool down a bit? Or speak with Tathlin? Or father? Or grandmother Maiwen? Or Salgant?
No, I shall talk to my fish, Ekkaia.

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letter... [27 Apr 2004|07:40pm]
[ mood | quixotic ]

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Confused... [14 Feb 2004|07:18pm]
[ mood | giddy ]

The Day of Love Returned. I hadn't really thought about it until now. I'm not that experienced when it comes to love, and I don't really want to be, I'm young still. Actually that sounds rather grown up coming from me. But it doesn't mean I'm insensitive to beautiful elf maidens..
I still remember dancing with Tathlin at the Fountain ceremony. *dreams*

And today I received a white rose from someone, someone from the House of the Golden Flower. Who? I hope it isn't a prank, to make a fool of me, but it could be. Maybe someone wants to give me a taste of my own medecine.
Well, I'm going to go and sit on a bench, in the Golden Flower gardens. Hopefully whoever it was will be brave enough to come out once they've seen me from a window..

It might be Tathlin after all..

But wait, she has a sister.. Well, either one would be fine by me!

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A new addition to the household [27 Oct 2003|08:30pm]
[ mood | excited ]

Lord Maeglin told me my new pet fish would tell me his name all in due time. And he was right, of course. He is called Ekkaia Nenmir. Ekkaia for the encircling sea, likened to the round bowl he moves in. He swims around, always seemingly with a purpose, never aimlessly, but to what end, I still do not know. At first, I wasn't sure where to place the bowl in my room, but Ekkaia seems to like the gently morning light, so I have placed him in such a position as to be sure he will feel the first rays of the Sun, but will not be troubled when the light grows to hot, or too harsh. I must also be sure to change the water regularly, and feed him only the best food available. I should ask Salgant about this, or maybe even Lord Ecthelion (as he is lord of the Fountains, maybe he knows something about the diets of fish?)
And then, when he grows and flourishes under my care, we will perhaps be able to have proper conversations together, and he will tell me of the rivers and of the sea that I so long to contemplate....

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A Feast.....for me ! [23 Oct 2003|11:05am]
[ mood | high ]

My mood has definately changed.
Walking around Lord Salgant's halls, seeing and hearing the buzz of activity, music and general hubbub has put a smile on my face, whether wanted or not. Indeed, the harp lord's house is different in every possible way from my own home, where my father, often nostalgic and thoughtful, was not often there. My room too is wonderful; a comfortable looking bed, wall decorations to make me long for the sea, and a lovely view.
As for the harp lord himself- he could not have been more welcoming or jovial, and once formal introductions to the house were over, he told me we were to have a feast in my honour tonight! I am hoping Legolas will be attending, as I haven't seen much of him lately, and apparently lord Maeglin shall be putting in an appearance too (as much for me as for lord Salgant I expect). I do hope a few maidens will come too, as a party of men can get rather boring, I think. And some of them are so beautiful...

All in all I am looking forward to the hustle and bustle of life in the house of the Harp.

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I am a package.... [17 Oct 2003|06:03pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

So I am currently residing in the House of the Harp, with Lord Salgant. Grandfather Aranwe escorted me here earlier, telling me not to let down "our family", behave myself and the usual recommendations. My family? A father who no longer has time for me, work being his sole priority, and a grandfather more concerned with his family name than the people in it!
But, not all is bad. Lord Salgant, as far as I know, is a friendly and gentle person, his musical mind speaks for itself, and he has in the past only shown genuine kindness and interest.
My only comfort then, is music. My gong, a present from the Lord Maeglin, and the harp when possible.
I will do as my grandfather says: remain meek, solemn, obeying all orders, and we shall see what comes of it...

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Harp lessons... [30 Jun 2003|07:45pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

I have just got back from Lord Salgant's halls! Harps harps and more harps, all more beautiful than the other. But mine, mine is the nicest. The size makes it perfect for me, and I already love the sound it makes. The vibrations from the strings seem to penerate my very being, soothing my soul.. Of course I cannot play proper melodies yet, I hope that will come with time, my patience, and of course Lord Salgant's tuition. He is so kind to me, always jolly and smiling.
I also will enjoy keeping eyes and ears about for him and Lord Maeglin. To think they trust me with such a task! And it is as Lord Salgant says, they can only mean trouble, those foul mouthed people spreading lies about our prince. Already I have heard questions raised concering him and his...sexual tension, and something to do with Lady Idril? I do not know if the matters are connected...yet. I shall have to sneak around a bit more to discover more before letting Salgant know.
I should also speak with my father, we haven't had a good talk for a long time now..

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Bad times... [21 Jun 2003|06:09pm]
[ mood | confused ]

I have had a rather gloomy conversation with my father, of dark rumours circulating...So I was not alone in hearing the cry outside the city walls.
And the feud between the Lords Maeglin and Enerdhil..makes me uneasy. Who will strike first? Loyalties are put to the test.
All because of the fountain. Well, indirectly but..
And Legolas going away South..
At least I have my gong. Hopefully the mood will get better with the fountain ceremony to come.. there shall be singing and merriment again. Practising on my gong keeps me going at the moment, though I cannot play too loudly, for fear of irritating father. It was such a kind gesture of Lord Maeglin's. I wonder when I can visit him again. Certainly not now, he will most likely vent his anger on me...

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Gems and crystals ! [15 Jun 2003|05:30pm]
[ mood | optimistic ]

I went to Lord Maeglin's private forge this morning. What a wonderous place! The actual smithying work is not quite to my fancy; all the sweating and pounding over hot flames...but the finished results are magnificent! And he even let me hold Anguirel for a few moments, a rare priviledge.
But when he dramatically removed a covering cloth, there before my eyes were gems and crystals, which were indeed the portable wonders he told me of. Though they are of little worth to him, for me, they were beautiful. And Lord Maeglin let me keep an especially nice blue and white one, a marvellous blue which will surely resemble the fountain-lake when it is finished!
All in all, I still find the prospect of meeting the Lord's gaze slightly daunting, and although I did approach his workshop with trepidation, he did only show me kindess today. If he had wanted to do me harm he could have.. and running errands for him is far from unpleasant. Gems are better than chocolate!
At least if I run errands for Lord Maeglin, the nephew of the King, people consider me as an older, and more responsible person than the younger elves.
I'm not sure I'll tell my father about it though..

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Out of Sorts. [11 Jun 2003|08:26pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

I don't know what has overcome me. I might have caught the sad mood my father succumbed to a few days earlier, I'm not sure, but I feel isolated...My father was worried due to rumours about Maeglin, but I've recently had plenty of time to amble around the city, and it has not cured me. Legolas seems very busy, carrying messages to and from various Lords, he hardly has time for fun anymore. My father has grown distant too, but I'm putting it down to his participation in the fountain project. Grandfather was mightily surprised he volunteered.
As for the maidens of Gondolin, well I simply do not understand them. They giggle and smile foolishly whenever certain elf lords approach their way. The fountain project is well under way, providing them with countless opportunities to ogle at sweaty elves..
When I am older I do hope I can work on a similarly agreeable project, rather than in the mines.

Perhaps I should pay a visit to either Meleth or Serwen, they might know of a herb to relax me.. On second thoughts, maybe chocolate would do the trick.

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The Fountain! [01 Jun 2003|12:52pm]
[ mood | giddy ]

*claps hands*

Work is no doubt going to start soon! Lords Ecthelion and Maeglin along with my father have been to inspect the spot where it shall stand. 10 feet deep would be a grand feat indeed! I can just picture colourful boats floating along, a cool breeze rippling the water, sounds of pleasure and enjoyment. ^_^ I am sure the King can only accept, if after all, the fountain is to be named after him. (Crafty Ecthelion there)

On a more serious note, my father worries me greatly. I see an odd, haunted look in his eyes, more and more frequently. I know he still thinks of storms, ships, high seas, but even the merry feast failed to rouse his spirits much. He also wants to protect me, more so than ever before, I'm not sure if the two are linked, or if this is something to do with Maeglin..Rumours were flying around that he was trying to seduce me perhaps, but so far I have seen no obvious manifestations of this. I will wait and see how this develops.

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Musings [27 May 2003|08:05pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

The feast.

It was indeed great fun, with elf Lords roaring drunk by the end of it, not mentioning any names.. I was merely a stander by, making sure the games went down well with all, as well as enjoying the odd square of chocolate. I know 'tis strange that Maeglin offered me some, but it did not look or taste like poison. Maybe I have been too quick to judge him. What I have heard seems far worse than what I have seen, and I am often told to judge only by what I know, and how can I say that I know what I have only heard, as mere rumours? Aye, maybe he is a dark elf, unhealthily enthusiastic about his smithying and forges, but his past, I am sure, is not all fiction. The whole court saw his father try to kill him with a poisoned javelin and his mother die instead. 'Tis no wonder...

But I'm sure he meant no harm by the chocolate. If he is also going to start returning favours with chocolates...

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Of strange rumours [17 May 2003|11:52am]
[ mood | worried ]

I am feeling slightly agitated as of late. I also have heard the rumours of a cry in the night. Some think it could be some foul creature of Morgoth, or a spirit of the night.
On top of this something else troubles me. The last time I was near Maeglin, he turned slightly in my direction, and gave me a small look. Smile? no. Something else besides. But he did not scold me for spying on him, though I'm sure he guessed the truth of it. I don't think he likes children, or has any patience for people that don't share his love in smithying.
Tuor is also a strange character, he hardly talks to any, save my father. The journey from Vinyamar obviously brought them close together, and my father seems to comprehend the Mortal's troubled mind. He doesn't seem to like fun though. Fancy turning down an offer to a feast which promises dancing, music, fine wines and chocolates! It is beyond my comprehension.

Now I must be off to see Legolas. He kindly offered me some of his many varied chocolates...

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[16 May 2003|07:00pm]
[ mood | pensive ]

Before the bad weather started, I spied on Maeglin, the King's sister-son, I think he might have spotted me, but he has no reason to bear a grudge against me, has he?
Legolas was nearby and advised that I do not play a trick on him, but rather, try Ecthelion who has a rather more good natured temperament. I am sure he speaks from past experience.
Speaking of Ecthelion, I wish he was a friend of mine. Apparently, he sends chocolates to Legolas for running errands for him. Hopefully when I'm older, I can do the same for him, as I know no other Lord who is so generous. According to Legolas, he also has a store of wine...

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