Tauriel isn't having any of your bullshit (forest_warrior) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-02-28 16:31:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !complete, luthien tinuviel, tauriel |
Who: Tauriel, Luthien Tinuviel
What: Random meeting, encouragements. Hero Worship.
When: 3/01, Saturday.
Where: A luggage store.
Rating/Warnings: PG, this log is just cute.
Status: Complete!
Luthien was at the store. She was in need of luggage of all things, and she didn't look like she belonged there. Her dress was flowing and a little chic, and her hair was in a long, very elvish braid down her back. But it was the way she seemed to glide across the floor and the faint glow if one looked too long that seemed to set her out the most.
That, and her ears.
It was the kind of grace that Tauriel always envied. She was sure-footed, and confident, and could be light enough on her feet when it came to sword fighting or stunt work. But she wasn't graceful. Her movements didn't flow; she walked with purpose. Even when she tried not to.
So the dark haired woman immediately caught Tauriel's eye, and that was before she noticed the ears. Pointy ears! Pointy like hers were in the dreams... could this woman be an elf? If she was, she was the wisest, most gorgeous elf Tauriel had ever seen.
She sucked in a breath, in fact, and had to control her urge to walk up to the woman. What would she even say? So instead, she stared a bit, awe-struck.
It was always easy to know when someone looked at her, and the sound of a sharp inhale was loud in her elvish ears. She turned, focusing eyes the color of mist on the other woman. Her face had an eternal, ethereal beauty to it. She smiled at Tauriel, and winked.
It made Tauriel's eyes widen a bit, and she raised her eyebrows. The gorgeous elf had just winked at her? Really?
She raised a hand and pointed at herself as if to verify that Luthien was, in fact, looking at her, then looked to either side of her to make sure no one else was around her.
It wasn't actually that busy a day in the luggage store, and aside from the sales clerks there were few other customers Luthien could have been looking at. When Tauriel realised that she blushed a bit, and decided to make her way over, "Uhm... I realise that I must look like some sort of ...creepy stalker? It's just... You're very... you seem familiar somehow."
There was something odd about Tauriel that she couldn’t place. Like there was more to this woman. Her eyes moved to Tauriel’s ears, which definitely seemed to be just a little pointed. She wondered if this woman dreamed, or if that was just a normal variation amongst people.
“I’ve released a music album,” she replied. “Perhaps you’ve come across it?”
"Well, that's possible," Tauriel admitted. Her brow wrinkled as she tried to think of her recent music purchases. The woman seemed more important than just some musician, however, and she shook her head, "I buy a lot of music, it's important to have the right things to train to. What sort of music do you make?"
“It’s ethereal rock,” Luthien replied, and she hummed a few notes from one of her songs. It was a take on an ancient song from the Eldar days, and she wanted to see of it stirred something in Tauriel.
It made Tauriel's eyebrows raise up so far they almost hit her hairline. That was definitely a song that sounded familiar. The house of Thranduil was as filled with song as any other elven kingdom, and Tauriel had memorized all of them.
She couldn't sing that well, but she still hummed along a bit, "That's amazing..."
“It’s one of my favorites, though I recently learned another. But that one would be self-indulgent.” She laughed, the sound as musical as the rest of her. The Lay of Luthien was indeed self-indulgent.
Self indulgent. Tauriel's eyebrows knit together again at that, while her brain tried to process what the other woman might mean. Her laughter was as beautiful and graceful as the rest of her, too, not just as musical.
Hadn't there been a woman on the valarnet that talked about musical preferences, and albums... she had a few tracks from that woman's album, and it suddenly struck her.
Luthien.
That was the woman's name, on her profile. Luthien, "...self-indulgent..."
“Oh yes. It’s overwhelmingly tempting sometimes but I’m afraid not many would get the joke.” Luthien closed the distance between them and stopped a few feet in front of Tauriel. She held out her hand. “I’m Luthien.”
"You..." Tauriel mumbled. Her brain was refusing to make her sound intelligent. This was the kind of week she was having, really, but it was incredibly frustrating. She was smarter than this, why did she keep getting into these situations?
She took Luthien's hand, but instead of shaking it, she curtseyed. That seemed appropriate. This was Luthien Tinuviel, after all, "We... we sing about you. We sing and we tell tales, and... I can't believe it's really you."
She’d thought so! She placed one hand over Tauriel’s, patting it. “I’m just a person here, like you. I’m more myself than I was, but still a person.” Still, it warmed her heart that people sang about her, that her story inspired others. “It brings me joy to meet someone from there, even if you clearly came some time after I. I’ve only met one other, and he’s a rather curious fellow called a hobbit.”
"Oh, hobbits!" Tauriel nodded her head, "I haven't met any of those in my dream world, but Legolas has been telling me all about this adventure he's about to embark on with not one but four of them!"
That sounded like such an amazingly fun time still that Tauriel even sounded a little jealous, "He has all the fun. I didn't know there was a hobbit here. In this world. I wonder if it's one of the ones he ends up traveling with... but yes! We sing that song. The self-indulgent one, we sing it often. And there are tales of Arwen, who bears your likeness so strongly... they call her the Evenstar, but I have never seen her face. I live in the woodland realm and have rarely left its borders."
“I lived… well I suppose you know where. But I hope you do leave it’s borders for long enough to see the wider world. That was, perhaps, my one regret. That I did not see more of the world.” Her smile was just a little sad. “I’m glad my line continues, though I hope she has as much of Beren in her as I.”
"I don't know, having never seen her. Only that they say you walk the earth again in her, and her father prizes her greatly. As is his right, I suppose. Though if they said things like that in this day and age I think everyone would be very up in arms about it," Tauriel responded. Being in such company made her voice a little breathless.
“Her father sounds a lot like mine,” Luthien replied with a laugh. She gently pushed some of Tauriel’s hair behind her ear, though she was careful in how she did it. Elphaba had enough self-esteem issues without worrying about her girlfriend running off with another elf.
Which was probably not really an issue on Tauriel's side, either. She had something with Legolas that she was still trying to process, and then there was the man at the bar. Maybe she had a small girl crush on Luthien - her cheeks pinked a bit when the other woman touched her hair - but it wasn't really like that.
It was more hero worship than anything, "I think he probably is. But elven fathers in general seem to be a little overbearing. Well... my own wasn't, but Legolas's is. A great deal of them seem to be. But... Yes. The wide world. I've seen it once. It stretches out further than I can even imagine. I want to see that world some day, but I have no idea what lies in store for me."
“It’s a journey, and one that will likely have its darkness as well as its light. You mustn’t let it control you, but…” She touched her own ear. “Some things come, whether you wish them to or not. But your choices and your destiny do not have to mirror. While I’ve met my Beren, he is not the one for me here.” At least not as long as he dreamed, even she didn’t know what would happen then.
Tauriel touched her own ear. Some things definitely did seem to be coming through, whether she was sure she wanted them or not. It was nice to know that it didn’t have to be a mirror, though right now there was nothing so horrible about her dreams that she wouldn't want them to happen here, "I don't mind the journey. It's not about where you're going anyway."
Luthien’s smile brightened. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. That’s exactly what life is. The journey and not the destination. But if you dream who you are, you will become her. At least in some ways. You’ll become an elf, an immortal.”
"Would it be so bad? When my ears first started to change, I admit I panicked a bit. Not because I didn't want those ears - I think mine in the dream are beautiful - but because I was worried I'd be denied roles in films. But that elf in the dreams is me, and I want nothing so much as to be her. And if I'm to live forever I can think of worse company to be in than my best friend and the Tinuviel."
Tauriel grinned, "We'll leave the rest of the dreamers behind at some point, it's true, but I prefer to look forward instead of behind."
Luthien nodded her head slowly. “Looking forward is the only thing to do. I do not know if things even work the same here. I’m certainly no longer mortal, again.” Her willpower was strong enough to survive Elphaba, she thought, though she’d warned the other woman again and again what it could mean to love her. But she didn’t particularly want to. She’d liked being mortal. But things were so different now. Did Valinor even exist? What of the Halls of Mandos or Eru Iluvatar? She thought this world was hers, just far in the future, but she could be wrong.
There was no way of knowing any of that. Tauriel knew less than Luthien about the subject. Her people didn't sail west like the elves to the south or the west. But they were still tied to the world undeniably, "This world is different from ours in a way. It seems... sicker. I don't know what that means for you. I'm just a sylvan elf."
“You are not ‘just’ anything,” She replied with a shake of her head. “Everyone of our people are precious, especially in this world. I agree with you that the world feels sick, though. Like it’s lost its magic, lost its song.”
"As the world gets older, even Elves divide themselves. So I am 'just' what I am, and there's no changing that. Some of us sail, and some of us don't. Some of us have more light than others. It isn't bad, to be different from the rest. But it poses a problem in this world. The lack of magic here might be worse for you."
It was a valid concern, anyway. Tauriel'd never thought about it before.
“Oh, we divided ourselves early on, I just found the distinctions to be unnecessary. We’re all elvish, and we all have the same strengths and vulnerabilities. We should celebrate what makes us different, of course, but not look down on others for it.” She shrugged her shoulders, elegantly. “My magic is strong enough, at least in this part of the country.”
Tauriel laughed, "Well, in my dreams it's hard to forget those distinctions. There's always someone reminding me they exist. But it's good to know that your magic will help. I don't really know what will happen in the future, I just know I don't want to worry about it."
“No matter how dark the future looks, there’s always light on the other side, and always light around us,” Luthien assured her.
Luthien said those words, and Tauriel couldn't help but feel reassured. She smiled, and nodded her head, "I believe you."