Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Dec 2, 2006 17:44:26 GMT -5
Ithilwen stood at the very feet of the towering mountain range, shielding her sensitive eyes from the merciless light of the sun as she stared up at the frost-covered peaks. Her pets had still not returned from their hunt yet, and she found that she was a bit bored considereing there was nothing left to do and that she was very much alone. She then came to the conclusion that a trip to the peak of the great land mass to get a decent view of the land seemed awfully temtping...
She measured the mountain's height critically and shifted her rucksack so it was slung over on one shoulder only. Then, she doubled over slightly as she felt the skin of her back begin to part painlessly. Two gigantic, silver-white wings erupted from the backs of her shoulders, and for a moment, the avariel briefly stretched them out as she stood back up. She extended them up and out, then out to the sides, and that's when a pleasant, eastern breeze whispered softly to her, tangling its welcomed fingers in her cascading waterfall of silver hair in a sweet caress of rapture. Ithilwen closed her eyes, fully revelling in her solitude as she once again lifted her wings to the heavens, but this time, her arms joined them as well. When she lowered them, her eyes opened slowly, and the first thing they took in was the welcoming sight of the mountain peak in its seducing taunt, speaking to her in unspoken words but calling out to her very blood.
Ithilwen smiled slightly as she began to head towards the mountain at a jog...then a canter....then a full-fledged sprint. When she was about twenty feet from the mountain's base, her legs launched her up and forward in a leap that would prove an impossible feat for any mere mortal as it carried her high into the air. In one great movement, her large, silvery-white wings began to beat down up the air... then up, then down, then up, and down once more. As she looked down, the ground grew farther and farther away from her until the trees seemed like broccoli and the academy a large, dark blotch among them. Her icy gaze then focused only on the mountain peak as her large wings beat furiously at the air to send her form soaring higher and higher.
When she finally arrived at the peak, she gave a great sigh and flew 5 feet above it as her wings ceased their simultaneous movements. She floated gracefully down to the mountain, and her wings folded up neatly upon her back, not even bothering to return back into the refuge of her skin. When Ithilwen's feet touched ground, she crouched and shifted her weight back onto haunches as she placed her hands on her knees.
It was then that Ithilwen got her first overview of the land of Twilight Moon Academy, and what a sight it was to behold........
A gentle wave of air shuddered its way through the lush, green grass as the tiny blades bent at the mercy of the intruding breeze. Plants of all sorts blotted the landscape here and there- tiny blemishes of vibrant color and variety as they poked their colorful heads from out of the earth only to stare up at the promising, clear, blue skies. The shores of the academy were of white sand, and its waters were like liquid glass as it shimmered brightly in the early light of morn in one giant, captivating spectcle. The academy itself was about the size of a dime, but with her acute sense of vision, Ithilwen could see every detail fully down to the last stone block.
The avariel smiled benignly and removed her rucksack, setting it on the ground beside her on the rocky surface of the mountain peak. She loosened its drawstring and removed from its depths a golden lyre whose strings were taut and already prepared to be plucked. Searching for a song, Ithilwen then rested the miniscule harp against her breast tenderly as she stroked its strings to form a long, sweet melody. Note after note fell upon the wind gently and resounded throughout the vast openness of the mountain range in an enchanting tune. After a while, Ithilwen began to recite a song of which she had written herself back in her homeland of Celebarda.
With a sigh
You turn away
With a deepening heart
No words to say
You will find
That the world has changed forever
The trees are now turning from green to gold
And the sun is now fading
I wish I could hold you closer
((Disclaimer: This is actually Arwen's song from LOTR: ROTK, and all rights belong to Howard Shore and Liv Tyler. ^^; I just thought it was a really beautiful song. Here's the link if you're interested in listening:
www.arwen-undomiel.com/music/Arwens_Song.zip))
Now, if her instrumental skills were one thing, her voice was another........
Even by the elvish standards, Ithilwen's singing voice was considered extraordinary, although only a select few had ever had the pleasure of hearing it.
Word after word rolled off her tongue in a euphoric melody of captivating sounds and notes. Her voice rose and fell and echoed merrily across the lands, hypnotizing and ensnaring all who dare listen to it. Even the few birds who had flown high enough to hear it were so deeply enthralled by the avariel's voice that for a moment, they had forgotten that they were only mere sparrows and ravens but rather thought themselves fearsome eagles and hawks of great power and beauty as their mighty wings sent them through the air faster and faster. For that moment, all of the world seemed to stop abruptly and listen as Ithilwen's song fell upon its eager, coveting ears.
When she had finished, she inhaled deeply the fresh, brisk air of the mountain and set aside her instrument as she leaned back to stare up at the unfathomable skies in tingling wonderment. Her hands behind her head and her legs dangling off the edge, she stretched out her silvery wings in pure ecstasy as she rested her weary body with the soothing voice of the mountain still ringing out in her sensistive ears......
She measured the mountain's height critically and shifted her rucksack so it was slung over on one shoulder only. Then, she doubled over slightly as she felt the skin of her back begin to part painlessly. Two gigantic, silver-white wings erupted from the backs of her shoulders, and for a moment, the avariel briefly stretched them out as she stood back up. She extended them up and out, then out to the sides, and that's when a pleasant, eastern breeze whispered softly to her, tangling its welcomed fingers in her cascading waterfall of silver hair in a sweet caress of rapture. Ithilwen closed her eyes, fully revelling in her solitude as she once again lifted her wings to the heavens, but this time, her arms joined them as well. When she lowered them, her eyes opened slowly, and the first thing they took in was the welcoming sight of the mountain peak in its seducing taunt, speaking to her in unspoken words but calling out to her very blood.
Come, young one, this is your home. This is where you belong....
Ithilwen smiled slightly as she began to head towards the mountain at a jog...then a canter....then a full-fledged sprint. When she was about twenty feet from the mountain's base, her legs launched her up and forward in a leap that would prove an impossible feat for any mere mortal as it carried her high into the air. In one great movement, her large, silvery-white wings began to beat down up the air... then up, then down, then up, and down once more. As she looked down, the ground grew farther and farther away from her until the trees seemed like broccoli and the academy a large, dark blotch among them. Her icy gaze then focused only on the mountain peak as her large wings beat furiously at the air to send her form soaring higher and higher.
~*~
When she finally arrived at the peak, she gave a great sigh and flew 5 feet above it as her wings ceased their simultaneous movements. She floated gracefully down to the mountain, and her wings folded up neatly upon her back, not even bothering to return back into the refuge of her skin. When Ithilwen's feet touched ground, she crouched and shifted her weight back onto haunches as she placed her hands on her knees.
It was then that Ithilwen got her first overview of the land of Twilight Moon Academy, and what a sight it was to behold........
A gentle wave of air shuddered its way through the lush, green grass as the tiny blades bent at the mercy of the intruding breeze. Plants of all sorts blotted the landscape here and there- tiny blemishes of vibrant color and variety as they poked their colorful heads from out of the earth only to stare up at the promising, clear, blue skies. The shores of the academy were of white sand, and its waters were like liquid glass as it shimmered brightly in the early light of morn in one giant, captivating spectcle. The academy itself was about the size of a dime, but with her acute sense of vision, Ithilwen could see every detail fully down to the last stone block.
The avariel smiled benignly and removed her rucksack, setting it on the ground beside her on the rocky surface of the mountain peak. She loosened its drawstring and removed from its depths a golden lyre whose strings were taut and already prepared to be plucked. Searching for a song, Ithilwen then rested the miniscule harp against her breast tenderly as she stroked its strings to form a long, sweet melody. Note after note fell upon the wind gently and resounded throughout the vast openness of the mountain range in an enchanting tune. After a while, Ithilwen began to recite a song of which she had written herself back in her homeland of Celebarda.
With a sigh
You turn away
With a deepening heart
No words to say
You will find
That the world has changed forever
The trees are now turning from green to gold
And the sun is now fading
I wish I could hold you closer
((Disclaimer: This is actually Arwen's song from LOTR: ROTK, and all rights belong to Howard Shore and Liv Tyler. ^^; I just thought it was a really beautiful song. Here's the link if you're interested in listening:
www.arwen-undomiel.com/music/Arwens_Song.zip))
Now, if her instrumental skills were one thing, her voice was another........
Even by the elvish standards, Ithilwen's singing voice was considered extraordinary, although only a select few had ever had the pleasure of hearing it.
Word after word rolled off her tongue in a euphoric melody of captivating sounds and notes. Her voice rose and fell and echoed merrily across the lands, hypnotizing and ensnaring all who dare listen to it. Even the few birds who had flown high enough to hear it were so deeply enthralled by the avariel's voice that for a moment, they had forgotten that they were only mere sparrows and ravens but rather thought themselves fearsome eagles and hawks of great power and beauty as their mighty wings sent them through the air faster and faster. For that moment, all of the world seemed to stop abruptly and listen as Ithilwen's song fell upon its eager, coveting ears.
When she had finished, she inhaled deeply the fresh, brisk air of the mountain and set aside her instrument as she leaned back to stare up at the unfathomable skies in tingling wonderment. Her hands behind her head and her legs dangling off the edge, she stretched out her silvery wings in pure ecstasy as she rested her weary body with the soothing voice of the mountain still ringing out in her sensistive ears......
You are home, Child. This is where you belong...