68. Who Can Help?
And then it dawned on her. In all of this, the out right passion of their dreams was missing. Amarie frowned.
Suddenly aware of her unease Elrond put down the manuscript on his desk in the small library and reached out.
*Ind nin, what troubles you? *
Across in her workroom where she was preparing a cartoon Amarie hesitated then carefully shielded that part of her thoughts from him. This was something she had to think through more carefully before discussing it with him. She may be unrealistically expecting in real life what she had found in the dream world.
*A momentary frustration with the progress of my design, meleth, I will have to do some revising, I think. * She sighed.
*Is that all, Ind nin? * Elrond frowned.
*No, meleth, but it is nothing for you to be concerned with. I am merely pondering a number of things and if they need the attention of the Lord of Imladris I will bring them to his notice, *
He smiled. *And what of your lover? *
*Him, too. *
*Are you sure there is nothing I can do to help you resolve this? *
He paused, then nodding his head, *Very well, ind nin, I will let you deal with it but if it is something I can help with, I expect you to let me know. *
She smiled as the last thread of his thoughts crossed her mind before their contact faded.
*Pregnant elleths are always full of contradictions. *
Staring back down at the cartoon in front of her she studied it with a critical eye. In spite of what she had told Elrond she was pleased with the design. It was a depiction of one of their dreams. A shadowy elleth and ellon embracing and lying on a bed in a roofed pavilion surrounded by swirling currents in shades of blues, purples and gold. Above, the dark night sky was covered with stars. This was to be her wedding gift to him in two months time and she hoped to get started on it herself as soon as the loom could be set up and threaded. Luckily they had brought a couple of the smaller looms including the one that the four seasons set had been produced on. How fitting it would most likely be the one used for this one as well.
Deciding she had done as much as she could for now, Amarie put her things away and entered the workrooms beyond.
“Beran,” she called out to one of the artisans working on threading one of the very large looms, “will you set up loom number seven in my workroom?”
He grinned and nodded. “You finished the design then?”
“If you like I can set up the thread as well. I will need the cartoon though.”
She blushed, “No I will do that. It is a surprise and I don’t want any knowledge to slip out no matter how innocent.”
“My lady,” he said seriously, “You need not worry about that. If it depicts a personal thing between you and Lord Elrond, we would say nothing. We owe you both a great deal.”
Amarie smiled at his declaration. “I know you would not, meldir, but it is my gift to him and I want it to be all my effort.”
Nodding, Beran grinned and returned to his work.
Amarie sought her usual thinking place hoping she would not find Lord Celeborn there. She needed time to ponder what she had discovered earlier about her disquiet and he certainly was not someone she could discuss it with. She needed an older elleth she could approach who was both sensible and discreet. It was times like this she missed her grandmother. Fortunately he was just walking out the gate to return to the main house.
“Mae govannen, Amarie, It is nearly noon, will you join me for lunch today? “
“Thank you, no. I have some thinking to do.”
“Is it something I can help you with?”
“No,” she sighed, “what I need is my daer naneth.”
“Ah, it’s an elleth problem.”
Blushing, she nodded.
“Well since I am not an elleth or your daer naneth, I definitely cannot be of help. Perhaps the Lady Sadi?”
“No, She is not married but I am grateful for your concern.”
“Well then, I will leave you to your thoughts.”
She nodded and wandered on down to the boulder and sat down drawing her feet up and resting her arms and head on her knees.
Celeborn watched her dejected figure and reached out to Galadriel. *Meleth nin, I believe Amarie has need of an older and wiser elleth to help her with a problem. *
*Ind nin, what is the problem? *
*I don’t know but she indicated she needed her grandmother and said Sadi was not married. *
*Possibly, but there does not seem to be anyone else for her to turn to here. *
*Very well, I will try to be as discrete as I can. *
*I know, meleth nin. *
As Amarie pondered her problem she felt the now familiar touch of Galadriel brush across her mind.
*Mae Govannen, pen veil nin.
Startled Amarie sat straight up and answered *My Lady, I am honored. *
*But you are puzzled by my endearment? *
*Lord Celeborn asked you to help me, didn’t he? * She responded embarrassed.
*Truthfully, yes. But this is something I had been thinking about for some time. I just hadn’t decided when or how to broach it to you. I am thankful for the opportunity now. *
Amarie sat there a long time before answering. *My lady, I will admit there are things I would like to ask but hesitate to do so because I would not embarrass or cause problems for Elrond. If you can help with those, I would be most grateful, but this one…… *
*Amarie, forgive me but I sensed what it is that troubles you. I will have to show you other techniques that will let you better shield yourself and your thoughts. Your barriers must be stronger for your own safety as well as those you love. We who hold great responsibility and power are targets for those who would sow trouble or discontent. With your permission I will do so later but let us deal with this other matter first. *
*My lady, I have so much now and I feel very selfish to want more. Elrond is good to me. I love him so much and I know he loves me. *
*It is not selfish to want to share the joy you shared before. *
*How do I tell him? *
*You don’t. You show him. *
*My lady, you are brilliant! *
Both joined in laughter.
*Amarie, mell nin, seek out hervenn nin later this evening. By then we will have the beginnings of a plan. *
*I will, my lady and thank you. *
*Now to the other matter of shielding…*
Ind nin-my heart
Bar-Meneg-Mir-Lain-house of a thousand jeweled threads
Mae govannen-well met, a greeting
Meleth nin-my love
Pen veil nin –dear one
Daer ionnath-grand sons
Mell nin-my dear
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