I woke up to find the sun shining brightly through the trees and Ithilwen gone. She'd disappeared to who-knows-where, something that she seemed to enjoy doing.
Suddenly, a mass of brightly colored feathers flew towards me, nearly crashing into me. But at the last moment, it turned and landed on a nearby branch. I only knew of one bird that would dive-bomb me like that-Lancaeron's phoenix. It had become tradition for Mirkwood's princes to receive a phoenix once they came of age, and Lancaeron's phoenix had somehow managed to pick up his exact personality.
"Hello, Barathon" I murmured, stroking his feathers and taking the piece of paper that he carried. He flew off a few moments later, most likely in search of Fainauriel, Legolas's phoenix.
Unfolding the paper, I soon saw Lancaeron's flowing handwriting, each letter as light and graceful as a summer's breeze.
My dearest Meriel,
Although I can not tell you where I am or what I'm doing, I can tell you that everything is going well. The twin soms of Elrond are here as well, and I have to say, they are quite enjoyable. They remind me of Ithilwen before he died. (But don't tell her I said that)
I should be returning in about a week's time. Don't send Barathon back, I can't risk being discovered or followed.
Le melin, Meriel. Don't drive yourself mad with worry like I know you do. I'll be fine.
May the stars shine over you, my love.
I smiled. Don't drive yourself mad with worry, he had said. He knew me all too well.
All of a sudden, I heard a noise. I turned around to see an arrow fly by me, narrowly missing my face. It embedded itself in the bark of the tree, and I immediately recognized it as Tauriel's arrow.
"What do you think you're doing? You nearly hit me!" I exclaimed, dropping down from the tree.
"Well, maybe if you stopped hiding yourself in the trees, I'd be able to see you!" Tauriel shouted back.
"I was not hiding myself!" I hissed. "I was sitting in clear sight."
"Apparently your definition of 'in clear sight' is 'behind several layers of leaves." She glared at me, her eyes darkening. But before I could say anything more, she stormed off.
"It truly amazes me how different the two of you are" Ithilwen suddenly said.
I turned around, surprised. "When did you get here?"
"Followed Tauriel" she stated. She fell quiet for a moment, before saying, "I remember when I had a sister."
"You have-err, had a sister?" I asked, unable to keep the shock out of my voice.
Ithilwen nodded. "We did a lot of things together."
I hesitated for a moment, before saying, "If you don't mind ne asking, what...what happened to her?"
"She didn't die, if that's what you're asking." Ithilwen replied. "She's no longer my sister because I am no longer a part of that family, nor will I ever be." She said it casually, but a hint of sadness seemed to lace her voice.
She began to walk off again when I saw something on her catch the sun. Looking closer, I saw that she wore a necklace. "What is that?" I asked, motioning to it.
"My necklace?" She asked, and I nodded. She walked back over to me, showing me the charm. It was silver, and in the shape of a dragon. It was extremely detailed, and it had an emerald as its eye.
"I'm surprised you haven't noticed it before, I hardly ever take it off" she commented. "Of course, I do tend to hide it from view..."
"It's beautiful! Where did you get it?" I asked.
"That's another story" she said, and once again walked off, leaving me with several questions.
YOU ARE READING
Meriel is the sister of Tauriel, but it's hard to tell. The two seemingly have no similarities. However, when Tauriel returns with a company of 13 dwarves, they find that they have one thing in common-their love.