Legends of Belariath
Nidawi Watchtower
In the Beginning...
I am Nidawi Watchtower, first and only born daughter of the Watchtower Manor, nestled in the middle of Silver Falls. By nature and the grace of the Gods I was born to my parents, and the tiny High Elven colony. It wasn't much of a town, so colony sounds just about right.
My parents sat High Council and naturally, I was given only the best. But I was different than most girls of my town. When I rippend I wished to study magedom, I wanted to manipulate the magicks. My parents agreed, but most reluctantly.
My town was quiet, nothing major happend, a few births, a few marriages, a few this and that. Then the strangest thing happend, something that would affect my whole village as well as me personally, but many years later. A small hunting party happend upon a child while in the forest. His skin was the colour of our own, but he was not from a womb in our town.
We're not the type to just pick up strangers where we see fit, but something was different about this one. I didn't know much of the "strange forest boy" as he was called for a while, and wouldn't for a very long time, but someday he would change my whole world.
Being a child myself, I just passed him off like every other boy, as being dumb and not worth my time, but as the years wore on and as we began to grow up, a few things changed.
He had an unbelievable attraction to weapons, and weilded a sword like no other in the history of our small town. His fighting style came so naturally and so well to him that he immediately rose in ranks and had many training jobs amoung my people. I was one of them.
My father was getting on in years, and sadly enough the Gods only graced him with me, a daughter. Wanting to give me the best, he hired Undertow to do my training. It began as a love-hate relationship. I immediately loved him, and he just passed me off as another student, and worst of all, a girl. I was just another job, just another spoiled brat he had to deal with, but I'd make him yeild to me, if it was the last thing I ever did.
Our time spent together paid off, I appeased my father's standards, and even managed to win Undertow's heart, of which I didn't know about at first. I was a lucky one. The night of the celebration for the ending of my training came finally. I was lavished with gifts of leather armour and a rapier. The weapon I had shown skill in weilding, and the one I was finely tuned to use. This was the night I had to know if he was truly mine. During the feast following the ceremony I slipped over to him, instructing him to meet me in the stables when all was over and our chores were done.
I waited for what seemed like an eternity almost afraid my predictions and heart were wrong. Just as I was heading for the door he appeared, wearing no armour and his regular clothes, and a smile that still haunts my dreams on occasion. "Sorry I'm late, your father stopped me after the ceremony and feast and had a few words of praise with me, and my chores seemed to take forever." I could have cared less for anything else in the world. He was here with me, alone as we'd always been during training, but the air of this night blew differently. This night i would finally have my knight.
I walked to him as if walking on air, my aqua eyes burning deep with desire and passion. The embrace was heavenly and the kiss that ensued, to die for. His hands caressed my body like a potter caresses his clay. His nimble fingers worked quickly to strip me of my clothing. As I stood before him naked as the day I was born, my heart raced, and all my thoughts wove themselves around him and I, drawing me closer to him. In a whirl of thoughts, I began to undress him, now with my hands and not just in my mind. My fingers traced each muscle and ripple down his chest and stomach. His legs were strong and thick, bulging with muscle. I could only revel in how well my knight was built. I admired every part of him slowly in the pale moonlight.
As we lay down in the soft hay, I look up at him, caressed his face and embraced his mouth tenderly with my own. I was so nervous and it was so hard to hide. I wanted to make this perfect for him, and I shook and shivered. I could only hope he didn't notice. "Nid, there is something I need to tell you, and it is a little hard for me to say. I've never had feelings for anyone like I have feelings for you. No one I've taught has caught me up as much as you have." I began to blush, my insides wrench with joy as the rest of his thought comes out. "Nid, I love you." He looks surprised at these words and sits up a minute.
"Under," I speak up finally when I find my voice. "I love you too, and I have for a while. I have been planning this night for a very long time. Take me, for I am your's." I'll never forget the smile or the light in his eyes as my timid words dared to be agressive. He slid back over me and kissed me once again, pulling my soul into the realization that I was in love.
Thus began out love affair. Nightly in the stables, and in later months, my bed or another part of my house or his. No one knew, and may they never find out. The passion and flame of desire we shared for each other lived on strongly for the next few decades, my love for him rooted itself deeper in my soul.
Bad news found us soon enough and the old saying does hold true, "Nothing good lasts forever." After 5 whole decades of my dreams coming true daily, they ceased all at once. Everyone knew Under was different, as did I. His hair was stark white, like a dove's feathers, very rare amoung my people. He had too much of a knack for weapons to be a true High Elven, of course my people loved a good fight, but not like the drow. This was Under's true race, which the councilmen of my town found out. He was asked to leave quietly without a disturbance, and his secret would remain. I only knew because my mother told me, and I never told a soul. My heart cried at the findings, I had given myself to him and now he was to be taken from me.
He left almost as mysteriously as he'd come without a good bye, without my even knowing. He was a mystery to us as much as he was to his own peopl. He loved like a God and I knew that made him not of High Elven blood for the men of my town only served as reproduction contributers, not focusing much on pleasure, thus causing all the adultery that our people are infamous for.
My love for him stayed, and I would often dream of him, waking up to my pillow covered in my tears of missing and longing, wishing for his return. I let myself love him for a very long time, always going to the spots we loved, and often to the stables laying in the hay we first made love in. My heart missed him the most and my body ached at the absence of his touch. Everywhere I went and everything I did reminded me of him, and my depression sank in deeper. He was as much a part of my life as any normal ritual was.
In order to shake my depression, I had to get away from this place and all the memories it held, or I would be insane before my 121st birthday. I couldn't reveal my secret life to my parents so I had to leave under a different guise. I'd been catching wind of a city of mages called the "Town of The Magii" from the travelling merchants who swept through our town from time to time. Since my mage abilities surfaced early and I'd learned all to be taught from my town, I sought high education, and a quick escape route. I left in search of this almost mythical city and never looked back. I left my memories and thoughts, desires and longings somewhere between the moutains and the waterfall.
Free of my aching I was happy, and weary of travel. I spent the first year's journey in the wilds, taking things from nature and living on my gathering skills. On the way east I entered a city, the letters "B E L A R I A T H" were printed in big black bold letters above the the city gates. I entered seeking any living, breathing, speaking creature, as well as food and shelter.
I was led to the town Inn by a kind city guardian, my first encounter with a person in over a year. I was happy once more. The name of the Inn will forever remain in my mind, for it is my first adventure. The servers are friendly, the staff is nice and "The Lonely Inn" suits my needs for the present time.