Mellon en mellonamin

[Vahene]

(Mellon en mellonamin means "Friend of my friend" in elvish)

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Ivae E'lya'n hid as well as she could in the shadows just inside the open doorway leading to the massive Library of Rian. She could see the inner core, where all of the most powerful tomes were kept, but knew full well she'd never be able to breach it and would never in her lifetime try. Around her now, however, Ivae simply felt nervous enough to see all of the books she knew contained more power in them than she would ever feel inside of her own skin. She had no magic in her bones, and never would, unlike her nine brothers, and two sisters.

"Did you need something?" Ivae felt a hot breath in her ear as her face fell. She turned slightly and looked into amused brown eyes and the robed figure of a red headed elf.

"Ieles, it isn't any fun when you can see me coming--put those scrolls away," She whispered quietly.

Ieles laughed under his breath. The two twins were infamous in the Naithe for a few things, one of which was never wanting to be separated. If Ieles was spending time with the Arkenea'Eplith en Rian (Mages of the Forest of Rian), then Ivae found some way to be with him, somehow. Even if it meant sneaking in to a very well protected area. The other thing they were known for was playing tricks. Though Ivae was the far more deadly, and careless of the two, Ieles, the one with the magic, could definitely be reckoned with, someday.

Fresh air greeted Ivae as her twin let go of her arm. "You don't have to be so forceful," She muttered.

Ieles simply raised an eyebrow. "Why shouldn't I be? You broke into the Library--again--where you know you are not permitted. If father had found you--"

"Fine, fine, be quiet," Ivae waved her hand, and he simply smiled.

"So, I ask again, did you need something Ivy?" Ieles laughed richly this time, seeming to enjoy the look on her face at the nickname. It wasn't one she was fond of, nor one that she was used to. Ee-vah-ah, was how you properly pronounced her name, but mispronouncing it, as Ieles did as a child often, got him Ivy. Many other elven children did the same.. thus, Ivy was born. Strangers who met Ivae, also seemed to automatically call her Ivy. It wasn't something she hated, just something she wasn't used to. Despite her protests, Ieles told her she would get used to it with time.

"I'm leaving Rian, Ieles," Ivae said quietly, watching his face.

Ieles' face turned to stone immediately and he turned his back a way from her. "We just turned of age a week ago."

"I was hoping you would come with me. We could go to Caer, if you wanted? I know they have mages there--a University of them, right?" Ivae struggled to remember.

Ieles sighed. "Ivae, you know I can't leave Rian."

Tears dropped from Ivae's eyes. "I see."

"Are you telling mother and father?"

Ivae laughed, short and bitter. "You know I have nothing to say to them. For two people who would raise me like a wizard knowing I have no magic when they could have turned me over to the Teasen'Eplith en Rian (Trackers of the Forest of Rian) to be trained, and refused to, even when they were asked several times to do so. What sort of mages are they? Are they they sort you want to follow?"

"No, they aren't Ivy. But I think I am nearly into an apprenticeship with one of the Archmages myself. You know that our eldest brother is being considered, well, I didn't want to say anything to anger him, but I am also being considered."

Ivae turned and looked at him with shock obvious on her face.

"You have to stay then," Ivae simply said.

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"I will not let you leave!" A fierce looking elf roared from the edge of a glade. In his hands, a ball of light looked like it was forming, and beside him a red headed elven maiden looked stricken.

"Will you really kill me to keep me here, father?" Ivae asked. She watched as her father's spell dissipated, and she walked off further into the trees, chuckling.

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The trees whispered a goodbye as Ivae walked through them, and she bitterly wept a few tears as she felt the magic surround and bind inside of her, the secret she knew not one person could break free. The location of Rian would always be safe within her, even if she hated nearly every person that lived within her trees, she loved the wood itself. And the trees knew it.

[Vahene]

Ivae E'lya'n prided herself on rarely being surprised. With her, appearances were often deceiving, and though she might voice surprise, she often wasn't. However, as of yesterday morning, she was honestly, shocked down to the core.

Mae govannen, Ivy dear,

As your penmanship obviously still needs work, my letters shall continue to come in common, not elvish. I can sense an accent through the previous few, and wonder if you have let your lessons slip? We were both schooled on proper speech, common and elvish, spoken and written. Please do try to--

'I can't believe he's lecturing me,' Ivy thought hotly as she reread the letter in her hands. She continued and skipped down further.

Father's ranting about the political aspects of the Arkenea'Eplith en Rian and his prejudice towards the Myrth Ama'Iher Tra'Avain finally has me beyond my breaking point. I, of course, understood now fully why you left two hundred and fifty years ago (yes, it has been that long, we are three hundred and fifty-seven, since I know you have not bothered to keep track), and you might be surprised, well, I should say, I might surprise you as to where I shall show up next. I might just investigate the Myrth Ama'Iher Tra'Avain myself.

Caer, of course, is still a possibility, but the thought of being with my twin once again, is almost too good to pass up. So you might see me sooner than you think. I know you have advised me the road is dangerous, and do not worry, I will take everything into consideration you advised me about getting to this 'Daris' of yours, if I do decide to go. Again, I am undecided, but if you do see me, rejoyce, do not worry.

I am eager to see you, and checking to make sure that elf of yours is good enough for you wouldn't hurt either. You mentioned he had a little girl, so I'm sure he is kind and gentle, but with you Ivy, I worry. Especially since I knew the last three men you were involved with.

I shall notify you again, one way or the other, once I reach my destination, whatever it may be. I will let my choice surprise you.

Love always your twin,
Ieles

She finished reading the letter and slipped it into her pocket. Ivy was so distracted she didn't notice as she entered the Blue Boar, went up to the second floor to her room for the evening that she bumped directly into someone.. until it happened, that is.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didnae mean ta'--" Ivae was cut off by a haughty voice.

"So, I was correct about you obtaining a dreadful accent Ivae, it really is unbecoming," the voice answered in unbroken, fluid common.

Ivae's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the red headed elf and dark clothing. His pointed ears peeked out of his flowing, shiny hair slightly, and his dark chocolate brown eyes gazed upon her with amusement.

"Ieles?" Ivy asked with disbelief. The hesitation was momentary before she threw herself in her twins arms and hugged him for the first time in over two hundred years.