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Tales Only Whispered (NC-17) Print

Written by Jewel

04 April 2004 | 6339 words | Work in Progress

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Part VIII: A Wizard’s Pupil

„Mithrandir! Oh, Mithrandir! It’s so wonderful to see you!” I ran down the steps to meet him. “Faramir, my boy” he grey wizard grinned broadly. “You have grown a lot, child”, he said. “Indeed”, I nodded, „about four inches”, I added proudly. “How do you do, Mithrandir?” “Oh, I’m fine, child“, he answered. “And you, how does your father treat you these days?” I gave him a sad smile. How could I tell him, how could I tell anyone? “Poor thing,” he murmured as if he could read my thoughts. “I wish I could do something for you.” “But you do,” I protested. “Your visits are always such a pleasure!” “Really?” He laughed. “Well then, maybe I can add to your pleasure with a little present.” His sky blue eyes twinkled. “But let’s go inside, I give it to you in the library.” A present! My heart leaped with joy as we went along. I hardly ever got any presents, and if then only from Boromir. Father had never given me a present …except one, my mother’s midnight blue coat. I shuddered at the thought of it.

“So, here you are.” I startled deeply absorbed in my memories I hadn’t noticed that we had reached the library. Mithrandir gave me an inquisitive glance as he held a small book out to me. “Is anything wrong?” “No.” I smiled. “Thank you, thank you very much”, smiling I took the book from him. It was bound in green leather, with fine golden leaves on it. “Oh, Mithrandir!” I cried out as I opened it. “It’s Elfish!” “Yes”, he smiled, “Elfish poetry.” “Oh thank you, Mithrandir, it’s so wonderful.” “I’m happy you like it.” His eyes twinkled again.

“Mithrandir?” My heart froze as I heard my father’s voice. “Denethor.” “You know very well I don’t like it when you spend time with the boy, filling his head with your rubbish. I need a soldier, not a wizard’s pupil.” Father’s voice was cold as ice. “I meant no harm.” Mithrandir looked at my father. “I just wanted to…” “I want you to leave, Mithrandir.” There was menace in my father’s tone. Mithrandir looked at him calmly. “Good day to you, Denethor.” He bowed slightly. “Farewell my child.” He gave me a pitiful smile. “Farewell, Mithrandir and… “, but the hateful glance my father shot at me silenced me.

“So”, he grabbed my wrist. I swallowed. I knew what was to come. “What did the grey fool want?” “N...nothing,” I stammered. “He just gave me a present.” “A present,” my father spat slapping me hard across the face. “What present?” Meekly I handed him the book. After grabbing it he pushed me away so fiercely that I slammed into one of the bookshelves. Pain soared through my spine as I hit the hard wood. “What is this rubbish? I can’t even read it!” “It’s Elfish,” I answered cowering. “Elfish!” He threw the book into my face. I felt its edge cut my eyebrow. “And where did you learn to read it?” He stepped closer. Panic seized me. “M…Mithrandir taught me how…” He grabbed me by my tunic and flung me across the room. I landed painfully on the marble floor. Please, I thought, please don’t. “AND WHEN DID I ALLOW THIS?” He kicked my ribs at every word. “N...never,” I coughed, tears in my eyes.

“When did I allow you to become a wizard’s pupil?” He took up the book and went over to the fireplace. No, please not, I thought. “Come here”, he bellowed. With difficulty I managed to get up from the ground. I shakily I walked over to my father. “Burn it.” He held the book out to me. Tears run down my cheeks. I was crying, no longer because of the kicking, no, it hurt me much more to destroy so precious a thing. “Burn it,” he repeated, this time even more menacingly. I had no choice. With a shaking hand I took the book from him.
Closing my eyes I flung it into the fire. Tears were streaming down my face as I watched it being slowly consumed by the crackling flames. I had not even read one of the poems!

My father’s face showed grim satisfaction. “When this rubbish has completely burnt to cinders you are to come to my private chambers.” His voice was like a dagger in my heart. As he left the library I sank to my knees sobbing violently.

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Thank you! It was interesting, strange and very unlike others stories. Thank you once more!

— Anastasiya    Tuesday 16 March 2010, 18:42    #

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