The day began with clouds hanging over the Trollshaw forest, though no one in it was bothered. The only ones in it were Elves, who would have prefrerred the Anar, the Sun, or better yet, the eleni, the stars. But truly they did not mind, for their eyes were fine enough to see what they were looking for: in one case, Urqui, Orcs, in the other, herbs.
One of those looking for Urqui was named Ondollo. He was a Noldo, small in stature, but by no means a Man. He was searching the borders of the Trollshaw Forest with a friend of his, Lintó, for signs of the passage of the monsters. The Urqui were not adept at stealth and, indeed, they liked to madly trample, hack and destroy anything they could, which made for easy tracking once their trail was found.
Lintó was tall, with black
hair short in front and
falling down in back until it was slightly below his shoulders, and his
were flint grey. He was in general long and sinewy, allowing him to run
from where he got his name, Quick-foot.
Ondollo was smaller then Lintó, and he
had more substance
to him as well, giving him the appearance of being much stronger then
friend, which he was not. He had long, dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
After some time, Ondollo stopped and crouched.
motioned for Lintó to stop and come to him. He said softly,
meldonya, to the formen, near the old willow. Those
grasses have been trampled
on, and recently too. Could it be an Urco
Lintó looked closely at the grass, and
turned to Ondollo.
"I hope not, meldonya, but
from here we can not tell if it is a clumsy man
- of which there are many - or a scout for the Urqui." He got up from his
crouch and scanned the woods even harder to try and spot if there was
out there. He saw no one, and motioned for Ondollo to follow him as he
way to the trail.
Poicehtela looked around searching for the herb
wanted, a plant that negated bitterness in certain foods. It's name was
Culuilotsë and, as its
name suggested, it was a large, orange flower. As she saw
it, she called out to Aiwë softly, "Aiwë, come over here, I
have found a
patch of Culuilotsë."
As Aiwë came over, she once again marveled
long, light blonde hair, such a rarity among those not of Vanyar
own hair was fairly common among the Noldor, a dark, dark brown. She
braided, with two light green ribbons in it. As she walked over, she
Poicehtela about life in Rivendell, as she had just recently arrived.
is the weather in the valley?" she asked.
"The weather is wonderful, all the time. Rarely
it that it rains hard, and even then the House is full of life. You
come sooner." As she said this Poicehtela turned and smiled at
"It really is wonderful."
"What about Elrond and his family? I met his indis,
Celebrían, when we arrived. She is truly deserving of her name."
saying this, Aiwë moved to some Asëa Aranion, or Kingsfoil,
she had just
spotted, and pointed it out to Poicehtela.
"Elrond and his family are all wonderful,
wonderful. His twins can be something of troublemakers when they want,
are quite mature. Arwen, oh, you should have see her when she was a
most beautiful Teler you've
ever seen!" As she said this, Eruanne's eyes
sparkled. She got up to look for more herbs, when she spotted three
coming through the forest. She turned to Aiwë, and said, "Look,
Cualle, and Sére!"
Ondollo looked around and saw the sun coming
out, and was
glad. Not only was it over half-way to midday, it would be less likely
Urqui to come out from
wherever they are hiding, however shady the forest.
There was still the chance of determined Urqui to march if they were
or if there were any of the great Urqui,
Uruks, in the forest. He voiced his
thoughts to Lintó, "I do hope there are no Uruks hiding under
We could deal with a few Urqui,
you and I, and I hope that is what this
Lintó shook his head and said, "No,
these are not
Uruks. If we should come upon a camp of Urqui, however, we should return to
Glorfindel so he can organize a unit to attack. Ondollo you may be but,
with my help, we cannot take on many Urqui."
he said as he smiled, only
half in jest. Suddenly, he stopped, and his smile disappeared.
Ondollo spotted the camp before his friend had
to speak. He stopped and held up his hand, and motioned for
Lintó to stop as
well. "We should see if we can find how many there are," he
whispered. "None should be awake or, if they are, they should be weak
Lintó motioned that he agreed and they
crept up to the
camp, moving through the foliage as quietly as they could, nearly
their footsteps. As they got closer, Lintó saw a fairly young
tree that he
could climb. He moved over to Ondollo and whispered to him, "Meldonya, I
could use the young sapling ahead of us to get a better view from above. I
much time in the telain of Caras Galadhon and Lothlórien, and I
could climb it
with ease." He looked again towards the camp of Urqui, and back to
Ondollo nodded, and said, "Yes, go. If you can
how many there are, we shall go to Glorfindel as fast as we can. I have
of an Urco in the Trollshaw
forest, much less a band of them."
Poicehtela took out the food from the basket.
much meat, as well as some cheese from Mithlond, along with Rivendell's
and chilled milk. Along with a few of the herbs collected in the
would make a wonderful lunch.
Poicehtela turned to Venye, and spoke to her.
you for coming, Venye." She turned to Cualle, and said, "Thank you as
well, Cualle." Turning again to Sére, she spoke, "Sére,
too. Thank you all for coming out and helping. I know you needed the
well, but you have other things to do for today, do you not?"
Cualle turned to Poicehtela, and spoke to her,
but it is better to look for herbs with five then two on one day and three the
What needs to be done today can be done later, and it would have taken
our groups longer alone to find the herbs we needed." Cualle shook her
head and laughed. "Not ony that, it is a day for being outside
herbs, not staying indoors!"
Venye smiled slowly as she looked at Cualle. So
life, so deserving of her name, with her light gray eyes. She turned to
Poicehtela, and asked her, "Where is Ondollo today? I do not believe I
have seen him in the House."
In responce, Poicehtela told her, "I do not
was to meet with Elrond before sunrise, and then with Glorfindel. He
be back at dusk." She turned to Aiwë, and asked her, "Aiwë,
not supposed to be with Ondollo today?"
"Yes, he is. He and Ondollo know each other
time not to be spoken of now. They have retained their bond, and one of
reasons we came here was Ondollo urging my venno to do so," Aiwë
responded. She smiled and turned to the basket holding the herbs. She
it to Poicehtela, who looked it over.
"Do we have enough, Poicehtela?" asked
"I should think we gathered enough. We found much of what we need in
Poicehtela handed to basket to Venye, and said,
"There is more then enough for what Aiwë and I came here to do; we
not one third of that. Is there enough for you, Venye?"
In responce, Venye got up, speaking as she did.
"Yes, more than enough. We will not have to return for many weeks, and
can plant what we don't need around the House." She motioned for the
others to pick up their lunch basket, as well as their cups and milk
then to head to Rivendell.
Ondollo moved up towards Glorfindel, motioning
to come. He turned to Glorfindel, and said softly, "We are nearing the
Urcoiva camp. What will you
have us do?"
Glorfindel turned to Lintó and, nearly
him, "Find again the tree you climbed before, and see if there are more
around. Úrin is not at
midday anymore, and there are dark clouds about. A few
Urcos may be on guard duty,
and we do not need them calling out to their
comrades." Glorfindel surveyed their small group and spoke again.
"We do not have the numbers to take on as many Urqui as you can figure to
be in their camp in a melee. We must take them out at range."
Ondollo nodded at this and drew out his bow, made out of
a single, strong piece of hickory wood and strung with a strand of
hair from long ago in Valinor. He nocked an arrow, and pulled the hair
test it. As always, it was in perfect condition. The other Elves in the
did the same with their own bows, and Glorfindel motioned for them to
out around the camp. He said to them as they left, "Ondollo's arrow
be the signal to attack. Be prepared!"
As he motioned for them to do so, Lintó
"There appears to be one Urco
on guard, but he is nearly asleep from the
looks of it. We should be able to take him out with ease and then
others," he told them as he motioned directly ahead of them.
While Lintó was telling Glorfindel this,
and could make out the Urco,
nearly asleep, on a rock. He waited for
Glorfindel's command to attack.
Glorfindel motioned to Ondollo and said to
"When you are ready, kill the Urco
on guard duty."
Poicehtela bid namárië to Aiwë,
and turned for the room
where she and Ondollo lived in Rivendell. Not finding him there, she
suprised, and turned to see if she could find Erestor and see if he
she went through the halls looking for him, she saw Arwen. While Arwen
fluent in Sindaran then Quenya, Poicehtela, Ondollo, and more then a
few of the
other Noldor talked to her and many of the others in Quenya, for not
had not given it up completely when they sailed or crossed the
came to Beleriand. "Aiya
Arwen!" She smiled and questioned her,
"Do you know where Erestor is? I would like to talk with him if I
Arwen turned to her, her dress flowing as she
"Aiya, meldonya. I do not know where
Erestor is, or my father. They have
both been gone nearly all day, along with Glorfindel. I am sorry,
"Thank you at least for that, Arwen.
Poicehtela waved a farewell, and turned to go back to her room,
to wait for a little time. As she did, she noticed it was nearly dusk.
Ondollo pulled open the door to his room, and
walk in. To his suprise, Poicehtela was there. Ondollo crossed the
floor of the
room in a few steps, and hugged her, his indis, and laughed. "Aiya,
mélanya! How are you
home now? Lintó and I believed it would take you and Aiwë
until well into the night to collect all the herbs you needed."
Poicehtela's eyes sparkled and she greeted
venno, "Aiya mélanya." She looked at
Ondollo, at his long, dark brown
hair and smooth face. Then looking at his green and brown tunic, she
there were small patches of dirt there. She kissed him, and said, "It
should have, but Venye, Cualle, and Sére were there as well. It
work." She looked at him again, noticing the dirt again, though it was
well hidden in the dark browns and greens. "How did so much dirt get on
you? I thought you were to meet with Elrond today, not roll in the
At this, Ondollo's face darkened and his voice
lower. "Melda, the Urqui are returning to the Misty
Mountains, sent by
Sauron. I have been on the edge of the Trollshaws, with Lintó,
their raiding parties or their trails. Soon it will not be safe to
outside the valley without escort." Ondollo looked at her and marveled
her hair, as he always did, such a light blonde, so rare among those
not of a
Vanyarin heritage. He moved his eyes to her face and smiled as he
her dark blue eyes, to calm her, but said nothing.
As her face grew worried, she sat down and
next to her, hugging him. She was not one given to fear, for living
First Age was a very fearful thing indeed, and those who could not
stand it had
faded away long ago. Still, she worried for her husband, her melmë. But he was
her Little Rock, strong in things such as this, weathered through the
Wrath. She pulled him tighter and laid her head on his shoulder.
Soon, they were both asleep, Ondollo exausted
day, from the last month, truly, and Poicehtela feeling his tiredness
with her busy morning.
Attested words (by Tolkien):
aiya - hail
Anar - the sun
eleni - the stars
formen - north
indis - wife
mélanya - my beloved
melda - beloved, dear
melmë - love, lover
namárië - farewell
Teler - little Elf
Urco - Orc
Urqui - plural for Orcs
venno - husband
Aiwë - little bird
Arwen - noble maiden
Celebrían - silver queen
Cualle - green sprout
Elrond - star-dome
Erestor - unknown
Glorfindel - golden-haired Elf
Lintó - (created by me) quick-foot
Ondollo - little rock
Poicehtela - (created by me) pure/clear spring
Sére - peace
Úrin - proper name for the Sun
Venye - little dove
Words created by me by using suffixes and
Culuilotsë - Orange flower
meldonya - my friend
Urcoiva - plural possessive Orc
Main reference for Quenya: Ardalambion