This is a new continuing story I'm starting. I hope you guys like it!
~The Elven-names~
My mom was different. I often wondered why strange things seemed to happen around her. I mean, who would name their kids in elfish? Well, I actually don't think that's the right name, but Mom did name us in the elfish language of Middle Earth. You know, like in the Lord Of The Rings?
I was Mirluin. It means blue jewel, for all of you who do not understand the elf language. My sister was Gilanna (gift of a star) and my brother was Thoron (eagle). Do you know anyone else named like that? I didn't. But sometimes I wondered. Mom was really pretty. I mean, really really pretty. Beautiful, in fact. But when I was ten years old, she died. And we were left without our Mom. Even though she was strange, she had been a wonderful mom. And we missed her. A lot.
It took us forever to get over that. But when I was twelve, I found Mom's books. She had every single one of J.R.R. Tolkiens works about Middle Earth. I started reading them, and I was enthralled. I read those books over and over. I can't explain the fascination I had with them.
I and my brother and sister were growing up. Sometimes Dad would say how much I looked like Mom, and I didn't believe him. I thought Gilanna was the one who looked like Mom. And Thoron? He looked different. Not weird or anything, but he looked different, somehow.
And then, when I was fourteen, something happened that rocked my world. There was this new kid in my grade at school. And he was short. Really short. I was five feet six inches tall, one of the tallest girls in my class, and he was three feet eight inches.
No one was being friendly to him or anything, so i went over to him at lunch and said hi. Then I asked him what his name was. He sort of choked. Then he looked at me with a strange expression in his face.
"You tell me your name, and then I'll tell you mine," he said.
I shrugged. "OK. My name's Mirluin. Sometimes people call me Mir, but mostly I'm called my whole name."
His look got even stranger. "Um, everyone calls me Fred." He stopped for a little while, then took a deep breath. "Your name is a bit unusual. If you don't mind me asking, where did it come from?"
Now that was even stranger. People don't usually ask me where my name came from, even though it is a bit different. I tilted my head. "My mom named me that. It's, um, elvish. It means blue jewel." I felt a bit silly after telling him the meaning of my name.
But he evidently didn't think it was silly. He leaned forward. "Don't tell anyone," he whispered, "but my whole name is Fredegar."
My eyebrows shot up. "Isn't that a hobbit name?"
He nodded. "Everyone would tease me if they knew, especially since I'm so short."
I nodded. "I won't tell."
He looked at me. "You know, you look a little bit elvish, too."
I shook my head. "No way!"
He shrugged. I walked away. My head was spinning. So there was another person who was named a Middle-Earth name. And he said I looked like an elf, and he looked like a hobbit. What on earth was happening?
~The Elven-names~I was Mirluin. It means blue jewel, for all of you who do not understand the elf language. My sister was Gilanna (gift of a star) and my brother was Thoron (eagle). Do you know anyone else named like that? I didn't. But sometimes I wondered. Mom was really pretty. I mean, really really pretty. Beautiful, in fact. But when I was ten years old, she died. And we were left without our Mom. Even though she was strange, she had been a wonderful mom. And we missed her. A lot.
It took us forever to get over that. But when I was twelve, I found Mom's books. She had every single one of J.R.R. Tolkiens works about Middle Earth. I started reading them, and I was enthralled. I read those books over and over. I can't explain the fascination I had with them.
I and my brother and sister were growing up. Sometimes Dad would say how much I looked like Mom, and I didn't believe him. I thought Gilanna was the one who looked like Mom. And Thoron? He looked different. Not weird or anything, but he looked different, somehow.
And then, when I was fourteen, something happened that rocked my world. There was this new kid in my grade at school. And he was short. Really short. I was five feet six inches tall, one of the tallest girls in my class, and he was three feet eight inches.
No one was being friendly to him or anything, so i went over to him at lunch and said hi. Then I asked him what his name was. He sort of choked. Then he looked at me with a strange expression in his face."You tell me your name, and then I'll tell you mine," he said.
I shrugged. "OK. My name's Mirluin. Sometimes people call me Mir, but mostly I'm called my whole name."
His look got even stranger. "Um, everyone calls me Fred." He stopped for a little while, then took a deep breath. "Your name is a bit unusual. If you don't mind me asking, where did it come from?"
Now that was even stranger. People don't usually ask me where my name came from, even though it is a bit different. I tilted my head. "My mom named me that. It's, um, elvish. It means blue jewel." I felt a bit silly after telling him the meaning of my name.
But he evidently didn't think it was silly. He leaned forward. "Don't tell anyone," he whispered, "but my whole name is Fredegar."
My eyebrows shot up. "Isn't that a hobbit name?"
He nodded. "Everyone would tease me if they knew, especially since I'm so short."
I nodded. "I won't tell."
He looked at me. "You know, you look a little bit elvish, too."
I shook my head. "No way!"
He shrugged. I walked away. My head was spinning. So there was another person who was named a Middle-Earth name. And he said I looked like an elf, and he looked like a hobbit. What on earth was happening?
