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Post by Calon on Jan 24, 2013 19:40:12 GMT -5
Once Beleth had pushed away her plate, Calon did the same to his. “Well, Mother, Father, we must be off. It is quite a busy day we have, and I think I should allow Bel to change first!” He winked down to Narbeleth, and extended his hand for her.
Arobes took the towel and folded it over her arms. “Do have fun! Be safe!”
Calon took up the leather bag of food and slung it over his shoulder. “Of coure, Mother! Talagor will keep good care of us!” He smiled to his father, and Istor just bowed his head in permission for the two to leave. Calon near dragged Bel after him, though stopped in the doorway. “Oh, do tell Remlas we will see him later!”
“Get going, Calon! You’re wasting time!” Arobes chimed pleasantly. With one last grin, Calon took Bel back out of the House of Istor and onto the streets under the pleasant sun. He gave a short whistle when they reached the road, and it did not take long before Talagor trotted up to meet his master by the gate, already dressed in his saddle and bridle. Calon had been a bit more busy than just changing clothes.
“Now!” Calon sighed happily. “Let’s get you changed so we can be off! Talagor doesn’t like waiting for his ride.” And with that, he set out one hand in his lady’s and one on his horse’s reins.
The day was warm, though not overly so. For Belfalas it held the faint brush of winter, but so far south, it really did not even feel like it was so late in the year. Calon began to tread easily, his step light and saunter comfortable.
“We are going to have quite a story to tell, Nightingale,” he hummed aloud. “Your famly will be quite surprised, I should think. What will your Uncle say?” He laughed. “Perhaps your cousins will be pleased! Now they can invite Remlas over to their house to see them instead.” He laughed and turned to look upon the woman. She did look a right mess, what with wind and wave, but she definitely appeared happy, and Calon was never one for perfection anyway.
She was perfect without trying.
“Are you going to tell them of our plans? Or wait until we have returned and surprise them?” He laughed. “I have brought with me enough money to find you a ring when we get to Dol Amroth, so you could wait and show them your hand and share the news all at the same time!”
For a moment, Calon wondered how much trouble he was going to be in when he returned to Minas Tirith. Faeldor would certainly be furious. He might even try to give Calon a good fight. Not that the huntsman was at all worried by this. He had worked with Faeldor long enough to see that while he was stronger than most, he was certainly not strong enough to out match Calon himself. He pondered what Meleth was going to think, or if Beleth’s family would even like the idea of him joining their family.
Not all families were as easy as his to meld in to, and for maybe just the shade of a second Calon was worried. But, it was chased away quickly—for the day was young, it was bright and beautiful, and there was still a few days before he would have to prepare his wife and he for the journey back to the White City.
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Post by Narbeleth on Jan 25, 2013 0:16:22 GMT -5
“Oh, do tell Remlas we will see him later!”
“Get going, Calon! You’re wasting time!”
That was certainly the least of what Narbeleth wished to hear. Remlas! How she was glad that he had not been upon the household this morning, save for the awkwardness of the situation. She had seen him last night, and not yet mentioned it to Calon. Perhaps it need not be mentioned at all.
“We are going to have quite a story to tell, Nightingale. Your family will be quite surprised, I should think. What will your Uncle say? Perhaps your cousins will be pleased! Now they can invite Remlas over to their house to see them instead.”
“My cousin's and Aunt will be thrilled, for they have known the brothers that live just down the lane long, and have set eyes to pair them on their own girls. Perhaps it is not the same as a daughter, but at least now one of them is snagged into the family.”
“I do not think Remlas will find what he desires in my cousins though,” she added, but did not continue her thought.
“Are you going to tell them of our plans? Or wait until we have returned and surprise them? I have brought with me enough money to find you a ring when we get to Dol Amroth, so you could wait and show them your hand and share the news all at the same time!”
“I?” Narbeleth phrased lightly, a hand upon her hip as she looked to Calon. “Am I going to tell them of our plans? I should think not. You left me very much to my own to tell your parents of our plans, and I will do likewise with you, for I need a bath, and you are here so fresh, and clean, and handsome already. You will need to use your wiles to distract them from my current state, that they might not notice what a mess you've brought me home as.”
“Though, I think it best we do tell them today. Uncle may start to fear if I am gone another day and night with no explanation. He knows not exactly why I was sent here to Belfalas, but for the emotional state I was in when receiving and sending your letters, I believe he suspects... Best inform him that he no longer needs to be a guardian and worry after me when I flit from forest to cliff.”
“But never fear, we shall be a team as we tell Faeldor. I could not leave you on your own for that wrath,” she mused, leaning up to kiss Calon lightly upon the cheek. “What a rage he will have. I shall show him my hand and my husband at the same moment, and he will welcome you to kindly to the family, as your parents have welcomed me.” Beleth broke into a fit of laughter at that, and held her side.
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Post by Calon on Jan 25, 2013 19:36:03 GMT -5
Calon knew he deserved every bit of tension he received from Beleth’s uncle, aunt and cousins. Still, the man laughed. “I suppose I can handle them well enough—but it was not my fault you told my parents our plans to elope! I would have very well left it a surprise!” He winked, though, and kept walking. Still, the moment Beleth mentioned Faeldor, a bit of his good humor vanished from his expression.
“No—I think perhaps I should handle Master Faeldor myself,” Calon mused a bit grimly. It was hard to erase Calon’s smile, even harder to quell his laughter. Still, in the past few months, Faeldor was the leading cause of his distress. Nobody else had ever turned him to anger so easily.
“I do believe he shall handle it poorly, and I would not really be surprised if he tried to beat me to the ground for the subversion of his order to leave you well alone,” Calon’s voice was hardly pleasant, and in fact felt a little grey. “I won’t let him, of course.” No; the stable master may be brawny and tall, but Calon was certain he could not be a match for him. Faeldor was a bit softer than he realized.
He dropped his eyes back down to Beleth, though and frowned. “I know he would not strike you with his hands, of course—but I would not be surprised if he did use words.” He paused, and offered a faint smile that seemed only a shade of what it was just minutes earlier.
“Sometimes we men need to handle things a different way. I’ll let him throw some punches, knock him to the ground, and we may part our ways friends.” There, that was it. The man was grinning again.
“I do hope your uncle is not so alike in temperament, though. I have only just changed, and I rather like this tunic, if I may say so. Not fancy, I suppose, but it is good enough for me. I would hate to get any sort of mud or blood on it before our wedding, you know.”
They were approaching the house and the man nodded. “There it is, Beleth! Your warm bath, new dress, and last time coming home a member of that house.” He winked. “Now, do ready as quickly as you can. I know I am quite ready for our adventure.” He did quell his words, though, as he neared the door. Perhaps a part of him was more nervous now than he would let on.
All that talk of Faeldor had right near ruined the man’s confidence.
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Post by Narbeleth on Jan 29, 2013 11:53:26 GMT -5
“I suppose I can handle them well enough—but it was not my fault you told my parents our plans to elope! I would have very well left it a surprise!
“Well I was not about to lie to them!” Narbeleth answered briskly.
“No—I think perhaps I should handle Master Faeldor myself. I do believe he shall handle it poorly, and I would not really be surprised if he tried to beat me to the ground for the subversion of his order to leave you well alone. I won’t let him, of course. Sometimes we men need to handle things a different way. I’ll let him throw some punches, knock him to the ground, and we may part our ways friends.”
“Of course you would not,” Narbeleth agreed. Though her brother was strong, and Beleth was not exactly certain on the difference of strength between the two men, Faeldor was leaner than Calon, and Calon perhaps a slight taller. Narbeleth was certain that if Faeldor should try to beat any husband of hers, her husband would respond in kind. And she would respond, perhaps, not in kind. Faeldor would not dare! Calon would soon be family, after all.
“I do hope your uncle is not so alike in temperament, though. I have only just changed, and I rather like this tunic, if I may say so. Not fancy, I suppose, but it is good enough for me. I would hate to get any sort of mud or blood on it before our wedding, you know.”
“Oh, no, no,” Beleth managed a light laugh, after all the talk of beatings and bloodied tunics, she was a bit off set.
“Uncle Linnon will not take it so to heart as Faeldor... no... perhaps my Aunt may. She has been for years waiting for the two young men in the cabin down the path to court her daughters.... hm...”
At that, Narbeleth pushed open the door of her Uncle's home, and walked inside. “I shall be as quick as flint,” the young woman announced and took off down the hall, but not before kissing Calon square upon the lips.
“Beleth!” a cousin shouted. “Mother, Beleth his home!”
The young woman stopped in her tracks. She was no longer dripping wet, though still visibly damp and dishevelled.
“Were you out all night long again?” Ivren asked, shaking her head. The young daughter of Faelon was quite a bit more wild than her own daughters. They never stayed in the outdoors over night, but since this one had been in her house, she had spent a handful of nights away in the woods and by the sea, and even more simply out late. She was an adult after all... but... “Heavens!”
“I am home for a bath,” Narbeleth answered, a half smirk on her face as her Aunt looked her over, shaking her head.
“You've ruined another dress, that is certain.”
“Oh...” the young woman looked down at herself. “It will just take a good deal of washing,” she shrugged. She didn't outright ruin most of her clothing, but they certainly needed more help than most of the others in the household, perhaps beside her Uncle Linnon who spent most of his days at the warf in dealings with ships.
Ivren would not outright scold her niece, for the girl did do her own washing and mending after all. She did have such spunk! What a tiresome child she must have been for Meleth.
“Is that Calon in the entry?” Limbes, the cousin who had announced Narbeleth's arrival cut in.
“Calon? Were you out all night with him?” Arrasel asked, joining in.
“Of course she was, you know she didn't come home,” Limbes countered.
“I... yes...” Narbeleth started. “I need a bath!” she larked, taking off down the hall once more.
The two cousins looked at each other for a moment, and then back to their Mother. A few more heads came down the hall, looking quizzically. “Well... that child...” Ivren stated, brushing her hands on her apron. “It is a good thing we already drew her the water. Unpredictable in all ways but one... she always comes home a mess.” The woman sighed. “I suppose she left the boy in the entry alone as well... what courtesy.”
Ivren took down the hallway, and sure enough, there he was. “Calon, it is good to see you again,” she smiled slightly, looking to her daughters as they followed. “You were out all night with Narbeleth?” she asked, looking to his face. She would note if the young man was being in some way untruthful. “She really is an impulsive girl. Ought it not have been better to bring her home?”
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Post by Calon on Feb 3, 2013 19:28:56 GMT -5
“You were out all night with Narbeleth? She really is an impulsive girl. Ought it not have been better to bring her home?”
Calon was all at once abandoned and questioned, and even if it were only for a moment, the man felt a great unease creep over him as each pair of eyes settled in on him. Still, the man adopted the most charming smile he could muster, and it wore easily upon him despite his slight unease. “Oh, yes. We went camping down by the bay,” he offered pleasantly. “I am afraid that after my mother’s full meal we exhausted rather quickly. We got quite wrapped up in conversation, lost track of time and fell asleep.” He lifted his hands in subtle surrender, making sure to catch the woman’s eye so that she could see quite clearly and read them.
“I apologize for worrying you,” he finally said, adopting a more serious tone than he had used before. “But I promise, the reason we stayed out was for conversation and planning. Nothing more.”
He waited long enough that his seriousness could have been noted, and then clasped his hands to his sides once more. “I do plan on taking Beleth away again today,” Calon offered slowly, once more smiling. “Though, this time I will not leave you unaware. As soon as she is done washing and changing, we will be setting out for Dol Amroth.”
For a moment he paused, and inwardly steeled himself. If they were anything like Faeldor, if they were any bit as hot-headed or stubborn, this was going to be the part that would be the hardest for them to allow.
“If it eases your mind, though, to know that this is the last time you shall have to worry for her, then let yourselves be soothed; I will take her as my wife before the day is done, and you shall no longer have to answer for her impulsiveness.” He smiled brighter here and because he could not contain his joy at knowing Beleth was soon to be his.
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Post by Narbeleth on Feb 7, 2013 12:51:24 GMT -5
“Oh, yes. We went camping down by the bay, I am afraid that after my mother’s full meal we exhausted rather quickly. We got quite wrapped up in conversation, lost track of time and fell asleep. I apologize for worrying you. But I promise, the reason we stayed out was for conversation and planning. Nothing more.”
“Well...” Ivren started. “It wouldn't be the first time she had stayed outside over night, though she usually does so on her own.” Calon appeared honest enough, and she had not known the boys of his family to be dishonest. Wild. Yes. But dishonest, no.
“We should be relieved that Calon was with her then, Mother,” Daehel added, as the rest of the sisters entered the room, smoothing their aprons and trying to not look too amused at the matter at hand.
“It is true, if she is bound to sleep under the stars she may as well have someone to keep an eye on her,” Ivren consented. She could not condemn Calon for Narbeleth's slightly... outlandish... behavior.
“I do plan on taking Beleth away again today. Though, this time I will not leave you unaware. As soon as she is done washing and changing, we will be setting out for Dol Amroth. If it eases your mind, though, to know that this is the last time you shall have to worry for her, then let yourselves be soothed; I will take her as my wife before the day is done, and you shall no longer have to answer for her impulsiveness.”
“Oh,” Ivren answered, taken quite unexpectedly.
“Wed!” Arrasel exclaimed, clutching her chest.
Sulwen looked to Daehel, “And all this time we thought Remlas...”
“I knew she had something like this up her sleeve... how long have you been planning this?” Limbes asked excitedly. Ivren shot her a glance and she stepped back once more quietly, waiting for her mother.
Ivren spoke again. “Are you quite certain, Calon? You are both still very young, and I am not certain my niece is ready for such a responsibility. And what of her family?”
“Oh, you know our cousin Faeldor would not allow it, mother,” Daehel answered quickly aside. “He has been much too high strung for years.” She was the oldest of Ivren's daughters and knew her extended family the best of all.
“They shall wed in secret,” Arrasel laughed, and covered her mouth.
“I would not have guessed that Calon was such a romantic,” Sulwen tittered to Ullothel.
“Beleth is so lucky,” Ullothel agreed.
“Girls!” Ivren broke in, her voice raised above the others a slight to get their attention. All of their chittering stopped, and they looked to their mother. “Why don't you leave the boy alone, and... and go check that Narbeleth dresses sensibly. Gracious me, that niece of mine...” she held a hand to her forehead for a moment as she watched her girls file out of the room. Their voices picked up again together as they left their mother's earshot, and they were glad to be sent off to question their cousin!
“Calon,” Ivren said again, much more calmly this time after she had regained herself and turned back to him. “Marriage is not a light matter to trifle with. And our Narbeleth is not really... marriage material. Mind you, not yet, I'm certain she will mature, and she is a good girl... but... she has not the mannerisms of a wife. Linnon and I have no right to stop you but, are you certain you have thought this through well?”
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Post by Calon on Aug 12, 2013 21:50:45 GMT -5
Calon grinned toward Limbes and almost laughed through his words. "Planning this? Why, I think you know my family well enough to know what we think of planning." They never did.
That was when things seemed to spiral. The initial acceptance gave way to opposition. The girls of the home certainly seemed alight with fascination and happiness, though he had expected no less. They were surely romantics, looking to this as some great story of love. And, perhaps it was. Calon, though, kept an even smile upon his face. He did love Beleth, and he loved her in a way that put those tales of romance to shame. He had mind to bring her hunting, after all.
“Marriage is not a light matter to trifle with. And our Narbeleth is not really... marriage material. Mind you, not yet, I'm certain she will mature, and she is a good girl... but... she has not the mannerisms of a wife. Linnon and I have no right to stop you but, are you certain you have thought this through well?"
Calon nodded. "Indeed, marriage is not something to be trifled with. I would hold that no greater magic exists in all the land than the bond between a husband and his wife. Not much will hold two people together for a lifetime." He paused, though and eased the light in his eye enough to take on a more serious air. "She may not have the mannerisms of a wife, though I don't know what that means. She has the mannerisms of my wife; I can't imagine sharing my home with someone who didn't have a spark in her!" He did not really wish to mention that he feared waiting, that a part of him worried he would never get to speak with her again should he return to Minas Tirith without her in tow as his bride, that Faeldor would never grant him leave or opportunity to take her as a bride.
He mused, though, that such things were better left unsaid.
"My family has always been one for impulse," he added. The story of how his parents had run off to wed was surely something they knew of. But even if they did not, they had seen how steadfast his own parents were in their marriage. Perhaps even noticed how his mother held a spark of her own. It was the downfall of the house, truly. The men of Istor's house were drawn like moths to the flame of a free spirit. "But they have also always stayed true to their promises. I will see to it that Beleth is well cared for for all of our years, and she has promised that she will bring light to them."
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Post by Narbeleth on Aug 23, 2014 12:58:14 GMT -5
"Indeed, marriage is not something to be trifled with. I would hold that no greater magic exists in all the land than the bond between a husband and his wife. Not much will hold two people together for a lifetime.She may not have the mannerisms of a wife, though I don't know what that means. She has the mannerisms of my wife; I can't imagine sharing my home with someone who didn't have a spark in her!"
It did come to Ivren's mind that young Calon had in part moved to Minas Tirith for new adventure, and also to work with horses. The same reason that the house of Faelon had relocated to the city. He had always been inclined to horses, and always she had seen him riding about the woods and roads as a youth and young man... taming the colts and fillys, departing on hunts. Well, Narbeleth was never one he would be able to tame. Perhaps that was what interested him in her.
"My family has always been one for impulse, but they have also always stayed true to their promises. I will see to it that Beleth is well cared for for all of our years, and she has promised that she will bring light to them."
“She certainly does bring a light to those she is about...” Ivren agreed. Though her home had never lacked excitement and energy, her daughters being exuberant as any of Meleth's children, young Narbeleth was a luminary unrivaled. It was quite clear to Ivren by this point that the young man was honest and quite set on his mission. It did seem well that the two would be a good match. If he were not concerned for a highly domesticated wife, than he would be just the person for wild Narbeleth. However, she frowned lightly.
“And for that same reason, you should know her family will be loathe to let her go. I do not mean us here in this house, for certainly she will be... she has been another daughter to us here, but we of course expected she would not remain. No, but her family in Minas Tirith. I know my sister in law is easy going, but my nephew... well, he has certainly had a tight grip on the run of things since his father passed.” Ivren shook her head, raising a finger to Calon. “I believe you know full well he will not take this lightly. Perhaps... if you courted her properly. Slowed down some,” Ivren suggested lightly.
“I could help, write letters to him, or to her mother, that she is homesick. Let Faeldor choose on his own accord to take her back to the city, and you could proceed traditionally from there...” Ivren sighed. Her suggestion she knew did not seem in Narbeleth's or Calon's way, though, perhaps she must at least say it out loud! If Faeldor should request after her as to why she did not stop them, at least she could say she had tried.
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Meanwhile, the troupe of young women tittered down the hallway, whispering and giggling to one another as they went.
“Mercy live, Beleth, why did you not tell us about Calon?” Limbes asked, as she burst through the door of the bath. Narbeleth had thrown open to curtains to watch the birds in the birch glen at the back of the house as she readied to bathe.
“Oh, I need a towel, could you fetch me one?” Narbeleth responded, her eyes gleaming at her cousin, as the rest of the girls came in the doorway. “Gracious, am I to have an audience?”
“We demand an explanation,” Sulwen announced, her hands on her hips, with an eyebrow quizically raised to her cousin.
“I slept on the beach, and my hair is simply full of sand and salt. What more explanation must I give to be allowed my bath?” Beleth queried, and she loosened the ties of her dress.
“We did not even know you knew him! Until yesterday, and then you can't have known him long! He has only been away to the White City since this summer, which you have spent the majority of here! Perhaps there was only a month of overlap...”
“And a lovely month it was,” Beleth beamed. “But it does not take long know when someone takes on well with another. You girl should know from my trip here even, how quickly one can become family. Why, it had been years since I had seen all of you! We had no trouble acquainting and considering ourselves family.”
“That is true,” Daehel agreed. “It was mere minutes of your arrival before you had become another sister to us. Blood is strong, indeed, in this family.”
“But Calon is not blood,” Araselle speculated.
“But of course he is! He has the same seawater and cliffs, and mountain forests and ocean sunrises. It is the same blood that is in his veins. Yes, a Belfalas man he is, descendent of Dol Amroth as all of us. We do have that in common, and I do believe it brings a certain understanding.”
“Well of you,” Ullothel started, “To find a man of Dol Amroth blood for yourself in the White City! You shall not depart each other in old age!”
“That is a fine thing,” Beleth agreed, smiling. It was perhaps a small item in the minds of all those who were of the region. Not that they were biased against those who did not share the blood of their own ancestors. No, they were all mortals afterall, yet, anyone who went into a marriage with one who was outside of the bloodline knew that they would at some point, be left behind, while their love strolled the halls of Mandos before them. “To grow old with such a man will be a blessing.” She grinned, thinking on Calon's parents and their jesting behavior with each other. Yes, they still had many more years together... a lifetime, or two! Her mother and father could have been the same. She frowned for a minute, thinking on it. Her father would have indeed though Calon a fine match. It suited her to know that his family lived so near Calon's, and her father probably had known Istor, and perhaps Calon as a youth. She would have to ask Istor if he had spent youthful days at all with Faelon, before he had moved his family to the White City. Certainly they must have been boyhood friends.
“What of your family?” Ullothel asked, drawing Beleth from her thoughts, though, they had been of family.
“Well we shall not abandon them. I am certain they are right where I left them, and Calon has a job in the city you know. He works in the stables with Fael, and my family will be no more than a twenty minute walk away... well, not any further than Calon's parents live from the home of Linnon. Oh, this stubborn wet dress,” she muttered. “If you insist upon watching me bathe, I may as well have you as handmaids,” she added, holding her arms out to the side and waving her cousins forward.
“There now, won't you tell us a thing?” Daehel, the oldest of the cousins's grinned, as she moved to help Narbeleth out of her wet clothing. “Come now sisters, there is no use slowing her down. You know our cousin's heart beats as a hummingbird and she will not settle. We may as well help her ready for her big day.”
“I shall scent the bath!” Arrasel jumped toward the cabinet where she rifled for a small bottle which contained rose oil.
“Do not forget the petals!” Ullothel added, sprinting quickly out of the room to take some potpourri from it's place on the mantel. “But why did you not tell us of Calon?” Sulwen asked again, simply sitting herself down on the stool as Beleth climbed into the bathing tub.
“I could not speak of him,” Beleth answered honestly, shrugging hers shoulders. “I would have been emotional, and to think on him too much would have made me ill with want for him, from the very pits of my being,” the young woman admitted dramatically. “Though now I can,” she smiled. Having Calon near her again had lifted the heavy weight from her aching chest, and it suddenly did not seem so troublesome to speak of him to her cousins, as it may have had they found her writing letters to him in the past months.
“Fael sent you here because of him, did he not?”
“Yes, he did, and with no good reason, either,” Beleth frowned, stating pointedly, looking up at the girls. “Simply to keep us apart. So we should not do anything rash. You know how overprotective he is, and he certainly took it to the extreme. I have not been very pleased with him, to say the least, but at the moment... I could truly care less.”
“Won't he be surprised to find out!” Daehel grinned. “You shall have to write and tell us of his reaction. We could have planned for the wedding all along if we had known...”
“Well perhaps, but we hardly need a plan, other than to go to Dol Amroth and be wed. Is it not more adventuresome this way?” Narbeleth preened. “Calon does not like frilly affairs, you see. But, you can still plan. We shall honeymoon in the forests and on the cliffs, and when we return... we must have a celebration with our family, and Calon's. You must plan this for me. I never was very good at planning dinner parties... but... it must not be formal. It must be a picnic. On the seaside! And there must be berry pies. And chicken pie. And swimming! And we will need a Uncle to build a temporary pen down on the beach for the hens, and take all the chickens down there. We shall have a contest.”
“I am certain we can see to that, a contest? With chickens? Whatever do you have in mind?” Daehel laughed.
“Just nevermind that, but make sure it is ready.”
“A few days?”
“Yes, maybe three? Cal needs to return to the city next week so it cannot be too long.”
“Will not Aunt Meleth be upset?” Limbes asked. “And Fael? Oh Fael is so stuck up. What shall he do?”
“We shall celebrate in the White City too with Mother and the rest, I am certain. This is the only way...”
“The only way?”
“I am afraid that Fael will separate us for eternity if we do not take matters into our own hands. He will most assuredly not cut Calon's hands off, after all, if he is my husband and provider. If he remained my suitor, I would be highly afraid for him to lose his appendages. Yes. He must be my husband. We shall have fun together,” Beleth nodded slipping down under the water to wet her hair, and coming up again, giggling as her eldest cousin began to wash her hair for her, and Ullothel tossed a handful of petals into the tub atop her.
“Fael will fight him, oh I am sure of it,” Limbes commented, recalling the demenour
“I shall pack your bag for you!”
“And I fetch your dress!” her two youngest cousins next announced. “Shall you wear wedding white?” Ullothel asked.
“No, I think something more cheerful... what of yellow?” Sulwen answered.
“Yellow sounds fine,” Narbeleth agreed. “And pack my brown dress for our camping, and my jerkin and leggings as well, for hunting. I shall need my bow! And my dark shawl! And just a small bag please, we are only taking one horse! Ah, what it must be like to live in a household with servants,” the young woman giggled, relaxing in the warm bath, as the cool of the morning swim departed from her.
“Hunting! On their honeymoon... that does not sound very romantic...” Sulwen sighed and laughed. “Is he even romantic, at all?”
“It does to me... and of course he is!” Beleth gleamed. “But do not tell him I said so!”
“Does he kiss you well?” Limbes pried.
“Oh, now you have asked too much!” Narbeleth grinned, splashing her cousin. The girls broke into riotous giggles.
Several left to quickly pack Narbeleth's belongings for her. A girl like her would be certain to forget things that were necessary for a honeymoon. A honeymoon, and a wedding! Excitement was much ablaze from the daughters of Linnon, for it was not often that they had such news to celebrate. Certainly it would not be long before all of them were also whisked off to marriage as well, and they would certainly daydream and speculate on it a bit more from this point out.
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