Narbeleth
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Post by Narbeleth on Sept 20, 2009 20:56:56 GMT -5
“Bel, I do believe the ball has finished.” She nodded, “And ours has finished for the night as well. Though it is quite disheartening. I should love to sit up here all evening, though I think if the guards found us in the morning they would be quite alarmed!” She grinned, watching Calon descend the woodpile in one jump.
Narbeleth laughed lightly, reaching for the man’s hands and making her own leap from their wooded viewing platform, hoping that the Calon was quite ready to catch her. “They will trust you easily, as I have,” she answered, as she landed safely. As the man turned to find his way to the ladder, Beleth turned to the wall. The young woman stalled before climbing down. She looked once more over the majesty of the great White City, the fields, and the mountains beyond. “Though Faeldor may put up a front over it.” She smiled. “At first.”
“You best hurry redressing. I do not know how many should walk about the palace now that the event has finished.” The young woman looked mischievously at the man for a moment after she had lowered herself from the ladder. Then she took a brief moment to shrug herself out of the man’s tunic, offering it forth. “And you best redress as well, for it would indeed look conspicuous should we return both in such states of undress.”
She dropped the velveteen frock into his hands, but instead of redressing immediately, she stood in the street, her hands on her hips. “It is livening to stand as such though, and wonder if any moment you shall be discovered, and what would the outcome be? We at least know that Faeldor should not walk past,” she giggled, and then proceeded to spin a few times, her amusement shown through her dance. She took her sweet time in stilling her movements, preferring much more to dance for the man who had made her evening so splendid, knowing very well that he would enjoy her display.
“Though… I suppose if you think I should redress, I best do so,” she leisurely answered, finally walking past toward where she had hidden her dress in the shadows. She lifted the silken garment, and slowly drew it back over her body. “They are more difficult to re-adorn than to lose,” Beleth commented cheerily, finally pulling the summer gown up over her shoulders, and moving her hair to work the fasteners in back. “Do I look quite appropriate now?” She smoothed the dress after she had finished the fastenings. “Do I appear as if I have been climbing the city walls without my evening gown? I should very much like our adventure to remain the secret between us and not have to explain such a thing to my family. They simply would not understand.” She grinned, knowing that Calon would not enjoy finding himself explaining such a thing either.
“And we should not have word of your prime chicken spotting blind to be out in the public. Less aspiring hen herders take your fine location.” She moved to adorn herself back to the man’s arm.
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Calon
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Post by Calon on Sept 20, 2009 21:19:01 GMT -5
Calon certainly did not let the lady fall as she jumped from the spyre of wood. Instead, he caught her easily and lowered her gracefully to the ground—as was only befitting of the lovely woman.
Her tongue was instantly off again, and Calon pleasantly listened all the while. “I do hope, for our sakes, that you are right in saying your brother will relent of his poor judgment on me.” He smiled. “I should like to think I have not done a thing to earn his disapproval—though I have given his sister my shirt, and seen her rid herself of her own dress.” He laughed lightly as she handed him his tunic back, and while she was off trying to gather her things, he slipped the velvet tunic back on, and hurriedly clasped it. He smoothed it, just so nothing was out of place that might imply foul actions or improprietous behaviours.
Beleth emerged, and he watched as she redressed herself rather shamelessly. Though, he did enjoy watching her dance around. A sight it was! She was as graceful as the wind itself. Or, so it seemed to the curly-haired man. “Yes, it seems that dresses are quite the hassle. It is a wonder women wear them at all.” He added playfully. “Indeed, lacing something from the back is quite a bother—and not being able to ride well is the saddest point! Why should not all of Gondor wear tunics? I am quite sure it would be most efficient.”
Still, she had dressed herself rather easily, and once again the lovely green accented her skin, hair and eyes. Calon almost lost his breath—though to admit so would be a sign of weakness that he could not stand. So, when she inquired as to if she looked compromised he simply shook his head. “Not at all, Nightingale. In fact, you look simply as if you have just left the ball.” He grinned. And she looked ever so striking, too. Though that he would not say aloud.
“Yes. It would be quite a bother if the other hen-herders took my blind. I would think my job would become quite difficult indeed.” She returned to his side, and the man eagerly took her arm and began to lead her down the way. “I should not wish my jobs to be so difficult, and I appreciate the concern you have gifted my business.” He smiled and looked down at her for a moment.
“And I am certain that none could do the job as well—I have trained for years. If they had held such training themselves, they would know of my blind all on their own. No other place would ever do for hen-watching.”
He continued in gentle and light conversation until he reached her door. A pity that the night needed to end; he was having such a grand time. “Here we are, Bel.” He said, picking out the building from the aerial view she had given him earlier. He faltered—he had never before dropped a woman off at her door before. Was he to speak with any of the adults? Faeldor had seemed occupied—it certainly looked as if the people had since retired to sleep. So, he waited instruction or lead from the woman beside him.
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Narbeleth
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Midwife
Laugh as much as you breath, and love as long as you live.[Mo0:0]
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Post by Narbeleth on Sept 20, 2009 22:12:46 GMT -5
Finally they had neared the doorway to her home, and though Beleth did not desire to end their evening, it was indeed late. Somehow, she found herself tired. It took a great deal to drain the energy from this young and sprightly woman, but perhaps Calon’s enthusiasm had managed to do such. She mused on the idea as she walked at the man’s side, and he continued to prattle on about hen hunting.
The lights appeared dim as they came upon her house. Were Faeldor and Gilwen still in the gardens? There was a single lantern lit in the front window; likely their mother had left it out that they might see their way upon their return. Certainly all others were in bed and sound asleep. Beleth turned to her companion, as he seemed unusually quiet once they had reached her home.
“Goodnight, Cal,” the young woman said warmly, squeezing his arm before releasing it. “Despite you having wished not to attend the ball tonight, I am thankful for such the evening you have given me. It was quite exciting.” She took a step back, biting her lip, but then changed her mind and stepped toward the man once more. Would Calon think the same? She certainly hoped he had enjoyed himself; though something of his eyes told her that he verily had.
“Will I be seeing you again soon?” Her eyes glimmered hopefully, and then she slowly reached up to touch the man upon his cheek. Her fingers felt along the smoothness of his jaw, and then up again to the temple. She could not control herself of the urge. As she did so, she pressed a slow and affectionate kiss to the other cheek. Then Beleth stepped back, smiling, and raised an eyebrow at him as she waited for his response.
“I think perhaps I will be visiting my brother in the stables tomorrow… in the afternoon…” she hinted, grinning drowsily. Indeed, she would be glad to visit more than one horse man in the stables though, should Calon approve of her statement.
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Calon
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Post by Calon on Sept 20, 2009 22:28:24 GMT -5
His silence and uncertainty in what to do just seemed to increase as Beleth seemed to skirt around truly leaving him there to stand. Part of him was happy she did not wish to go—but part of him wanted to make sure it was not an uncomfortable awkwardness that they were left with.
“Goodnight, Nightingale.” He replied just as softly. His eyes glinted happily at the mention of the ball once more, this time agreeing that the torture had been well worth it. “I have to agree—I have never had such fun with a person before. It was indeed an adventure. I promise it shall not be our last.” Quite the opposite, if he had his way. The first of many—that was what it was. “I shall try to win your brother over with my performance in the stables,” he grinned childishly as he began to exaggerate. “If I must wash and muck every stall from here until the end of the year, I shall find time to take you out hunting—though we may start with a simply archery lesson; just to show your brother I can be trusted before I take you on a longer trip.”
He had rambled quite nicely as the woman had pressed herself closer to him once again. Her fingertips came up to graze across his face, and the man was quite entranced. Her hands were so soft and gentle, if she had kept up such ministrations for much longer, Calon would have relinquished all manliness and sighed at her touch. Luckily, that was not the case, and instead she moved inward a bit more and kissed his cheek.
Beautiful kiss! Oh, it was quite a nice accent on their evening! Calon grinned boyishly at the thought and for a moment considered moving in to kiss her as well, but resisted. “Shall you visit your brother tomorrow afternoon? Well, I should say that I shall be working.” He chuckled slightly and then tilted his head and added. “I would have to answer, then, that yes. We shall see each other soon. You should find me when you come.” He was pleased at this. He wanted to see her again—more than anything in the entire world. This woman was his soul, he could already see that quite right. Still, he did not wish to appear weak or unmanly, so did not say that he would seek her. Perhaps in time that would change as well.
For now, he was certain that he left her with the right idea. And tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
He looked back to the slumbering house and then back to Beleth. “I should think they would wish me to return you eventually. In truth, you cannot visit the stables tomorrow if you do not first go home.” He said this last part a bit sadly, but relinquished the thought as he once again remembered her visit that she had planned for the next day.
“I shall see you tomorrow, Nightingale.” He added as he pondered gifting her hand a courtly kiss. He did so, sweeping her hand up swiftly and releasing it just as fast. He was chivalrous, after all. Though he found the idea of staying so courtly all the time tiresome and dull. “Until then,” he grinned and stayed to gaze on her a bit more, before slowly backing away from her to return to his own house.
He smiled all the while.
Such a beautiful woman!
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Narbeleth
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Post by Narbeleth on Sept 21, 2009 19:26:30 GMT -5
“Indeed, I must go home,” Beleth said slowly, after Calon had informed her of his work arrangements for the morn. She could only smile as the man swept up her hand to kiss it. My, the formality had certainly returned, it seemed, as soon as they had both readorned their garments; silken and velveteen. Beleth sighed audibly, lost for a brief moment in her thoughts of the man before her. Finally, she reached for the door handle. “Until then,” she repeated pleasantly.
Narbeleth opened the door, and entered her home, though she turned once more as she began to shut it, and looked back to Calon. She waved her fingers at him amusedly, and then bit her lip to restrain herself from laughter as she blew him a kiss and then shut the wooden framed door behind her. As she did so, she leaned back against the wall and sighed, pressing her hands against her heart in elation. What a wonderful young man! And to think that he indeed fancied her.
“Is that our Firelight return home to us?” a bright voice called from the sitting room as the door shut behind her. Melanir, though losing his sight, was well attuned to his hearing, and if it had been Faeldor back, he would not have shut the door so lightly.
“Yes, Grandfather,” the young woman called lightly, almost skipping her way into the sitting room to find the man in his usual chair.
Melanir still sat warming by the fire contentedly. His eyes had been closed, but he opened them now. “And how did your first ball fare?” the man asked, knowing instantly that the woman was exuberant. It was as if he could feel the energy radiating from her skin before he could even see her face.
“The ball was lovely, and my evening was wonderful,” she beamed, moving to sit by her grandfather. Oh, was she glad that there was still a soul awake in her house, that she might not have to hold her joy of the evening in ‘til morning.
“You smell like fresh air!” Melanir exclaimed knowingly, a smile on his face, moving an arm around his granddaughter.
“Indeed, we spent the last while outside. Oh, it was so pleasant.” The woman sunk back into the chair, cuddling against the loving Melanir. “The ball was lovely, but one can only take such an atmosphere of formality for so long.”
Melanir’s grey eyes sparkled still. Of course his little Beleth would have difficulty in such a formal situation. She was always moving about so, even at a dance! “Faeldor mentioned that he did set you with an escort. No doubt he wished for his time with Gilwen alone.” The man’s voice was pleasant. “Was he a kind gentleman then, your escort? I would not suspect your brother to judge otherwise.”
“Oh indeed, the kindest I have known; and the most well mannered I have met in a long time,” she laughed, remembering the way he had allowed her his tunic to warm her. Though still she was uncertain if it was more for the sake of ridding himself of the frilly garment. She giggled simply at the thought. “He is of Belfalas. And oh, is he handsome! He is tall with dark curls, and his eyes are ocean blue.” Her voice became slightly whimsical as she spoke of her pleasure at even his appearance. “He was quite shy about his dancing though, I might add. I will have to teach him some more steps. But I think he should be willing. And Grandfather, he said he would take me out riding with him. And that he might teach me archery, and that I would go hunting with him. He promised that I should see a stag in the Firien Wood.”
Melanir smiled, as Beleth went through her stream of word and thought. “And he thinks that he should manage to keep an eye on you while doing these things?”
Beleth laughed, “You should not worry about such a thing, Grandfather. I will not run off alone in the forest, and he even suggested that we shall climb the trees together. He shall ever protect me. And-- oh, Grandfather! His name is Calon, and you should never guess where I have met him before!” Narbeleth suddenly cut herself off once more, excitedly.
“It is true, I should never guess,” Melanir answered, waiting for her to continue. My, but the girl was a flutter of energy! She was wiggling about in the seat next to him, and it made him chuckle. She had not lost a might of her energy since the age of eight, he figured, though now over different things she gained her excitement! For his granddaughter to be interested as she was, this must be a mighty fine man.
Narbeleth continued, animatedly. “He is the man that you owe your chicken pie to. I told you of him that day, did I not? The one who trapped that chicken in the market place for me. Oh, he is a good humored man.”
“Well then, I say I owe him my allegiance, for catching my pie,” Melanir said brightly, recalling the day when young Beleth had returned home laughing from her venture to the market. “I would suggest that, if he is quite available for your assistance, you fetch another chicken from the market. It sounds like the young man would enjoy such a pie as well, with all of this hunting and tree climbing that he is inclined to do, he will be right starving.”
“Yes, yes he would enjoy it. And I mean to do just that,” she smiled at her grandfather’s approval. She told the man no more of her evening; for all the rest she would keep quite to herself. The young woman’s smile did not leave her face, even as she eventually went to ready herself for sleep. And sleep she did; almost as soon as her pretty head rested upon her pillow. For once, the day’s events had sufficiently tired the woman.
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