WIP Meme
Nope. No NaNo writing progress yesterday, despite the best of intentions. I'm hoping today... Let's face it, I probably won't "win" this year either - but I'll keep chipping away at it. I really wanted to get a good start on the first part of this novel, and NaNo is a good reason to do so
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"Just think of all the new music you would hear at Estel's court. You could learn it all and bring it back with you when you come home. You know how we love new music here."
Even the thought of hearing and playing music she hadn't heard her whole life wasn't enough to lift her spirits. "I don't want to go," she grumbled and kicked at a small weed at her feet. "Imladris is my home."
Elrohir was silent for a moment that seemed to stretch. Finally he asked, "Do you remember keeping watch over that nest of bluejays last spring?"
Ivoreth looked up into a face that looked all too much like her Ada's. And yet, the expressions that danced over those features were definitely not her father's. She would never mistake the one twin for the other. Elrohir had been a stalwart and loving support to her for years. He never would mention something so seemingly unrelated without good reason. "I remember - why?"
"So you remember watching the chicks slowly grow up, until they finally were almost too big to fit into the nest?"
"Yes…" She had an idea where this was going now. "But…"
Elrohir ignored her attempt to interrupt, just as her Ada had. "The time came, did it not, that the parents had to force the chicks to abandon the nest, to try their own wings?" He looked down at her sideways. "Do you think the chicks were happy to be so treated?"
"No…" The worst thing was that she understood what Elrohir was trying to say, and how it merely reinforced what her Ada had stated needed to happen. "I'm not a bluejay chick," she muttered.
"No, you are not. You are a stubborn daughter of Elladan, wanting to keep your world in the comfortable and safe patterns that you have enjoyed for the last few years of your life. But Imladris is too small for you now, my little bird, and your wings have grown and are strong. The time has come for you to try your luck with the winds of fate, and do so in the lands of your own people."
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