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This is the first story we've written. This started out as an RPG that
Hawkins started, and we decided, "Hey, this is cool, lets make it into a
story!" So here it is. Now for the warnings. We have many new people and
couples. So we are making it an AU since we totally change the futures of
the Grey Company. We have many spelling mistakes. Gothic Valley Girl
tried her best to proofread it so please don't flame us on errors. This
isn't a Mary-Sue, but it does revolve around some new female characters
that do come to have relationships with Fellowship. SPOILERS FOR FOTR,
TTT, and ROTK. Also some references to Simarllion. Elven phrases should
be translated, if not, you should be able to figure out what they are
saying.
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Arwen walked quickly down one of the many halls of the palace of Gondor. She had a messenger waiting in town to deliver a letter from her. Arwen could sense that something was going to happen. A strange, evil force was coming onto her beloved land of Gondor, and she had to get someone to help her. She needed to get a hold of her friend, Maiwe, to get together her Fellowship.
"Where have you been?" Aragorn asked, scaring her as she quietly crept back to her room. She whipped around.
"What?"
"I asked where you were."
"Oh." She still didn't answer. Finding it pointless to ask, he moved on to another question.
"Is something wrong."
"No...no. Nothing is wrong."
"Alright...good. I will be leaving in the morning."
"Why?" She exclaimed, running up to him and clutching the sides of his shirt.
"I'm going to go visit the Ents at the Isengard."
"Don't leave. Please."
"Why? Is something wrong?" Not wanting to scare her husband, she lied.
"No. I just don't want you to leave."
"Why not? Tell me Arwen, is there something wrong." Arwen, not wanting to make her husband worry, shook her head.
"No, nothing is wrong. I just can't bear not being with you. That's all."
" Arwen..." He raised his voice. " I may not be an all knowing elf but I can sense unhappiness."
"Aragorn it's... It's an elven matter. You shouldn't be involved."
He took a step back. " I see."
"I... I didn't mean..."
"No, you are right, wife, it is not my place. It is above me." Aragorn stormed from the room, hurt.
Arwen turned sadly to the window and watched her messenger ride swiftly into the evening.
~*~*~*~
She urged the horse forward. It was a mare, gray like the sea on a cold winter's morning. She was simply clad, in a sleeveless knee-length tunic, green, dyed with boiled seaweed. The air was cold, and so underneath this tunic she wore an ankle-length woolen skirt dyed purple with crushed shells. On her back she wore a sealskin cloak, the hood flapping uselessly behind. She wore little ornamentation, a simple rope belt and an intricate iron knot on a string around her neck. Her brown hair had been hastily piled on top of her head, a few tendrils danced in the wind around her face, her green eyes were dark with worry.
She was Maiwe, and she had been summoned. She had been summoned.
And she would ride.
~*~*~*~
Ruby Millstone of Bywater stood on the rickety ship transporting her to Gondor. She was fingering the sword that was strapped to her back. Flaps of her leather coat whipped around for the breeze. Two men standing behind her were discussing their latest adventure. She turned around at the mention of the name 'Frodo'.
"Did one of you say Frodo? As in Frodo Baggins?" Ruby asked, remembering the name from the Shire's gossip hounds.
"Yes. That is my name. I'm Frodo Baggins." Frodo said as she approached the two men.
"I've heard about your adventure greatly Master Baggins. I must say it inspired me to travel also." Frodo beamed at the girl standing before him.
"You know my name, but I have yet to learn of yours."
"Ruby Millstone of Bywater sir." She said as she did a clumsy version of a bow, causing her sword to hit her leg. She stumbled a bit. Suddenly the boat stopped, throwing her forward into Frodo.
"I'm terribly sorry, not used to boats yet."
~*~*~*~
Sil galloped through the meadows on her horse. She smiled as horse jumped a hedge. Her horse went faster than she thought. Thinking she was a league or so away from the Shire, she slowed down to a stop. Under a large tree, she rested.
"Hullo. Who are you?" Sil opened her eyes and was greeted by two shining eyes above her face. She screamed, and the thing above her fell backwards. Sil scrambled towards her pack and pulled out her knife.
"Who are you?" They said at the same time. A short little man picked himself off the ground and held out his hand.
"Meriadoc Brandybuck, Master of Brandywine." Sil looked a bit confused. "And who might you be?"
"Sil Loer." She said slowly, dropping her arm that was holding the knife.
"Loer? I think there is a letter at the post office for you!"
"Me? Where am I?"
"You're in the Shire. Near Hobbiton." Sil's face dropped.
"I thought I was a league away from the Shire." She said to herself looking around her surroundings. She looked at Merry who was studying her quizzically. "How would someone know I'd be around here to send me a letter?"
"I don't know, but you might want to hurry to Hobbiton. The post masters are betting if you're real or not, and still confused who 'Maiwe' is." At the mention of Maiwe, Sil quickly packed up her stuff and threw it onto her horse.
"Where are you going?" Merry shouted to her as she got onto the horse.
"I need you to take me to Hobbiton."
Sil pulled Merry up onto her horse and galloped towards the little town of Hobbiton.
When they got there she dismounted the horse and ran inside the post office, leaving poor Merry on the Horse.
All the Hobbits in the post office stared at the tall person that entered.
"May…may…May I help you." The post master asked, craning his head up to look at her.
"I was told that there is a letter here for me."
"And you are?"
"Sil Loer." The people in the post office started whispering madly. The postmaster scrambled to the back and pulled out a letter.
"Here. It's from a Maiwe." Sil snatched at the letter and quickly ripped it open.
Hey Sil, the Queen Evenstar has called me. I need you to come, as quickly as your horse can take you, to Gondor. You and I and the rest of our little Fellowship are needed. Let me guess, you're wondering how I knew you were going to be in the Shire at this dire time? That rhymed. Okay, back to business. Your horse came from my kingdom; of course I'm going to know how fast it goes. Please, come quick.
The letter ended at that. Sil walked swiftly out of the post office without a word.
~*~*~*~
Ruby gazed at Frodo from her seat across the Inn. He and the man she assumed was Bilbo Baggins were having a jolly good time.
"He's amazing." She sighed as she picked up her pint mug.
"Who is?" A woman said. Ruby became annoyed as the woman walked into her line of vision of Frodo Baggins.
"No one of your concern." Ruby said.
"I've been looking for just a person like you. Do you happen to be Ruby Millstone of Bywater?" The woman asked. Ruby glanced up at the woman and immediately discovered she was speaking to an elf.
"Why yes, ma'am, I am. What can I do for you?"
"I am Maiwe. Lets speak somewhere private. Who knows what evil maybe listening to us right now."
~*~*~*~
Maiwe watched Ruby carefully as she followed her into the room. Ruby was glancing around, looking for escape routes. Good. She was wary. One point for her. However, she showed a lack of common sense in agreeing to leave the busy pub in the first place. One against. Perhaps it was wisdom. This Ruby didn't know what Maiwe was capable of, and elves were intimidating especially to halflings. So a possible point for. The only thing that Maiwe was certain of was that the prophecy foretold that she'd need halflings. And as Ruby moved aside her cloak to sit, Maiwe was certain that the Sword had been found.
~*~*~*~
"So what did you want me for?" Ruby asked. Maiwe pulled a letter out of her pocket.
"You have been chosen to join our fellowship. We need your fighting skills to help us save the queen for her kidnappers, and save Middle Earth from the Evil that is rising."
"Whoa. Now just one second here. I think you've got the wrong hobbit. I'm just a halfling and a rather short one at that."
"I can agree with that, but your sword is something I can't argue with." Ruby placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.
"What about it?"
"That sword you have is special. I can't tell you much about it, for I don't know much. All I know is this sword is the one that could have destroyed the One Ring, if we knew its whereabouts those years ago. It has the power to detect evil."
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"This sword will destroy anything evil threatening its owner, or has the power of the One Ring in it. So be careful around Frodo Baggins, since we both know of your interest of Master Baggins." Ruby blushed
"You might want to stay clear of that charming hobbit. The ring's evil might still be in him." Ruby gulped as the image of her attacking Frodo raced through her mind.
"I will be leaving you now. I will call upon you when the rest of the Fellowship is gathered. I believe we will in this Inn. So stay close and don't leave Gondor."
"But what should I do about Frodo Baggins?"
"Just keep your sword away from him and everything should be fine."
Ruby left the room, but Maiwe disappeared before she said 'So long'. Frodo came up to her as she started up the stairs to go to her room.
"Hello Ms. Millstone." Frodo said to her. Ruby started to panic.
"I..I...I have to go." She said as she sprinted past Frodo while tripping over her sword only three times. When she was sure she was safely inside her room, Ruby pulled her sword from its sheath. The blade had an odd emerald green glow. It seemed to move by it as she went into a fighting stance. Suddenly it pulled her forward as it flew towards the door. It lodged itself in a maple prison. Ruby quickly let go of it and fell to the floor with a thump. The glow disappeared. Ruby crawled away from the door and took a deep breath.
"Note to self, do not let sword out of its container when Frodo is around."
~*~*~*~
"Hey, there's that lady I was telling you about." Merry told Pippin, who was coming down towards the post office. "Hullo Sil. Where are you off to now?" She climbed up on her horse.
"I'm going to Gondor."
"Really? We knows people who live there."
"We should go visit Aragorn and Arwen one of these days." Sil whipped her head around when she heard Merry say these words.
"You know King Aragorn, son of Arathorn?"
"Yeah, we went on a quest with him. Extremely nice fellow." Sil jumped off her horse.
"You must come to Gondor with me then."
"How will we get there?"
"You can take my horse."
"Then how will you get there?"
"I can run along side. I know these hills and lands well...I just don't know the speed of my own horse." She patted the horse's head and turned back to the two.
"Maybe I can go get Sam's horse. Will, or Billiam. Bill!" Pippin said, just about to run off to Sam's.
"No...don't do that. He may need it. If I know Maiwe, she will call others. Come, you must ride." Sil whispered something into the horse's ear. Merry could tell that it was elvish. He was about to ask her about it, but he could see a part of her ear poke out, as she bent down. It was pointed.
"Meriadoc, you on first. You seem the oldest of the two of you."
"But not the smartest." Pippin chipped in. Sil lifted the hobbit with ease, and sat him on the saddle of the horse. "I didn't catch your name."
"Peregrin Took, at your service." He bowed low. She helped him on next. "I will run along side of you two. Go slow though, my horse will keep on running, not realizing her passengers fell off." Sil rubbed her back, as if the pain came back from an injury.
"We must leave,*si!" The horse started to jog, and Sil did too.
*si=Now.
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DISCLAIMER: We own anything that you haven't already previously seen. Anything else is property of J.R.R. Tolkien.
Arwen walked quickly down one of the many halls of the palace of Gondor. She had a messenger waiting in town to deliver a letter from her. Arwen could sense that something was going to happen. A strange, evil force was coming onto her beloved land of Gondor, and she had to get someone to help her. She needed to get a hold of her friend, Maiwe, to get together her Fellowship.
"Where have you been?" Aragorn asked, scaring her as she quietly crept back to her room. She whipped around.
"What?"
"I asked where you were."
"Oh." She still didn't answer. Finding it pointless to ask, he moved on to another question.
"Is something wrong."
"No...no. Nothing is wrong."
"Alright...good. I will be leaving in the morning."
"Why?" She exclaimed, running up to him and clutching the sides of his shirt.
"I'm going to go visit the Ents at the Isengard."
"Don't leave. Please."
"Why? Is something wrong?" Not wanting to scare her husband, she lied.
"No. I just don't want you to leave."
"Why not? Tell me Arwen, is there something wrong." Arwen, not wanting to make her husband worry, shook her head.
"No, nothing is wrong. I just can't bear not being with you. That's all."
" Arwen..." He raised his voice. " I may not be an all knowing elf but I can sense unhappiness."
"Aragorn it's... It's an elven matter. You shouldn't be involved."
He took a step back. " I see."
"I... I didn't mean..."
"No, you are right, wife, it is not my place. It is above me." Aragorn stormed from the room, hurt.
Arwen turned sadly to the window and watched her messenger ride swiftly into the evening.
~*~*~*~
She urged the horse forward. It was a mare, gray like the sea on a cold winter's morning. She was simply clad, in a sleeveless knee-length tunic, green, dyed with boiled seaweed. The air was cold, and so underneath this tunic she wore an ankle-length woolen skirt dyed purple with crushed shells. On her back she wore a sealskin cloak, the hood flapping uselessly behind. She wore little ornamentation, a simple rope belt and an intricate iron knot on a string around her neck. Her brown hair had been hastily piled on top of her head, a few tendrils danced in the wind around her face, her green eyes were dark with worry.
She was Maiwe, and she had been summoned. She had been summoned.
And she would ride.
~*~*~*~
Ruby Millstone of Bywater stood on the rickety ship transporting her to Gondor. She was fingering the sword that was strapped to her back. Flaps of her leather coat whipped around for the breeze. Two men standing behind her were discussing their latest adventure. She turned around at the mention of the name 'Frodo'.
"Did one of you say Frodo? As in Frodo Baggins?" Ruby asked, remembering the name from the Shire's gossip hounds.
"Yes. That is my name. I'm Frodo Baggins." Frodo said as she approached the two men.
"I've heard about your adventure greatly Master Baggins. I must say it inspired me to travel also." Frodo beamed at the girl standing before him.
"You know my name, but I have yet to learn of yours."
"Ruby Millstone of Bywater sir." She said as she did a clumsy version of a bow, causing her sword to hit her leg. She stumbled a bit. Suddenly the boat stopped, throwing her forward into Frodo.
"I'm terribly sorry, not used to boats yet."
~*~*~*~
Sil galloped through the meadows on her horse. She smiled as horse jumped a hedge. Her horse went faster than she thought. Thinking she was a league or so away from the Shire, she slowed down to a stop. Under a large tree, she rested.
"Hullo. Who are you?" Sil opened her eyes and was greeted by two shining eyes above her face. She screamed, and the thing above her fell backwards. Sil scrambled towards her pack and pulled out her knife.
"Who are you?" They said at the same time. A short little man picked himself off the ground and held out his hand.
"Meriadoc Brandybuck, Master of Brandywine." Sil looked a bit confused. "And who might you be?"
"Sil Loer." She said slowly, dropping her arm that was holding the knife.
"Loer? I think there is a letter at the post office for you!"
"Me? Where am I?"
"You're in the Shire. Near Hobbiton." Sil's face dropped.
"I thought I was a league away from the Shire." She said to herself looking around her surroundings. She looked at Merry who was studying her quizzically. "How would someone know I'd be around here to send me a letter?"
"I don't know, but you might want to hurry to Hobbiton. The post masters are betting if you're real or not, and still confused who 'Maiwe' is." At the mention of Maiwe, Sil quickly packed up her stuff and threw it onto her horse.
"Where are you going?" Merry shouted to her as she got onto the horse.
"I need you to take me to Hobbiton."
Sil pulled Merry up onto her horse and galloped towards the little town of Hobbiton.
When they got there she dismounted the horse and ran inside the post office, leaving poor Merry on the Horse.
All the Hobbits in the post office stared at the tall person that entered.
"May…may…May I help you." The post master asked, craning his head up to look at her.
"I was told that there is a letter here for me."
"And you are?"
"Sil Loer." The people in the post office started whispering madly. The postmaster scrambled to the back and pulled out a letter.
"Here. It's from a Maiwe." Sil snatched at the letter and quickly ripped it open.
Hey Sil, the Queen Evenstar has called me. I need you to come, as quickly as your horse can take you, to Gondor. You and I and the rest of our little Fellowship are needed. Let me guess, you're wondering how I knew you were going to be in the Shire at this dire time? That rhymed. Okay, back to business. Your horse came from my kingdom; of course I'm going to know how fast it goes. Please, come quick.
The letter ended at that. Sil walked swiftly out of the post office without a word.
~*~*~*~
Ruby gazed at Frodo from her seat across the Inn. He and the man she assumed was Bilbo Baggins were having a jolly good time.
"He's amazing." She sighed as she picked up her pint mug.
"Who is?" A woman said. Ruby became annoyed as the woman walked into her line of vision of Frodo Baggins.
"No one of your concern." Ruby said.
"I've been looking for just a person like you. Do you happen to be Ruby Millstone of Bywater?" The woman asked. Ruby glanced up at the woman and immediately discovered she was speaking to an elf.
"Why yes, ma'am, I am. What can I do for you?"
"I am Maiwe. Lets speak somewhere private. Who knows what evil maybe listening to us right now."
~*~*~*~
Maiwe watched Ruby carefully as she followed her into the room. Ruby was glancing around, looking for escape routes. Good. She was wary. One point for her. However, she showed a lack of common sense in agreeing to leave the busy pub in the first place. One against. Perhaps it was wisdom. This Ruby didn't know what Maiwe was capable of, and elves were intimidating especially to halflings. So a possible point for. The only thing that Maiwe was certain of was that the prophecy foretold that she'd need halflings. And as Ruby moved aside her cloak to sit, Maiwe was certain that the Sword had been found.
~*~*~*~
"So what did you want me for?" Ruby asked. Maiwe pulled a letter out of her pocket.
"You have been chosen to join our fellowship. We need your fighting skills to help us save the queen for her kidnappers, and save Middle Earth from the Evil that is rising."
"Whoa. Now just one second here. I think you've got the wrong hobbit. I'm just a halfling and a rather short one at that."
"I can agree with that, but your sword is something I can't argue with." Ruby placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.
"What about it?"
"That sword you have is special. I can't tell you much about it, for I don't know much. All I know is this sword is the one that could have destroyed the One Ring, if we knew its whereabouts those years ago. It has the power to detect evil."
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"This sword will destroy anything evil threatening its owner, or has the power of the One Ring in it. So be careful around Frodo Baggins, since we both know of your interest of Master Baggins." Ruby blushed
"You might want to stay clear of that charming hobbit. The ring's evil might still be in him." Ruby gulped as the image of her attacking Frodo raced through her mind.
"I will be leaving you now. I will call upon you when the rest of the Fellowship is gathered. I believe we will in this Inn. So stay close and don't leave Gondor."
"But what should I do about Frodo Baggins?"
"Just keep your sword away from him and everything should be fine."
Ruby left the room, but Maiwe disappeared before she said 'So long'. Frodo came up to her as she started up the stairs to go to her room.
"Hello Ms. Millstone." Frodo said to her. Ruby started to panic.
"I..I...I have to go." She said as she sprinted past Frodo while tripping over her sword only three times. When she was sure she was safely inside her room, Ruby pulled her sword from its sheath. The blade had an odd emerald green glow. It seemed to move by it as she went into a fighting stance. Suddenly it pulled her forward as it flew towards the door. It lodged itself in a maple prison. Ruby quickly let go of it and fell to the floor with a thump. The glow disappeared. Ruby crawled away from the door and took a deep breath.
"Note to self, do not let sword out of its container when Frodo is around."
~*~*~*~
"Hey, there's that lady I was telling you about." Merry told Pippin, who was coming down towards the post office. "Hullo Sil. Where are you off to now?" She climbed up on her horse.
"I'm going to Gondor."
"Really? We knows people who live there."
"We should go visit Aragorn and Arwen one of these days." Sil whipped her head around when she heard Merry say these words.
"You know King Aragorn, son of Arathorn?"
"Yeah, we went on a quest with him. Extremely nice fellow." Sil jumped off her horse.
"You must come to Gondor with me then."
"How will we get there?"
"You can take my horse."
"Then how will you get there?"
"I can run along side. I know these hills and lands well...I just don't know the speed of my own horse." She patted the horse's head and turned back to the two.
"Maybe I can go get Sam's horse. Will, or Billiam. Bill!" Pippin said, just about to run off to Sam's.
"No...don't do that. He may need it. If I know Maiwe, she will call others. Come, you must ride." Sil whispered something into the horse's ear. Merry could tell that it was elvish. He was about to ask her about it, but he could see a part of her ear poke out, as she bent down. It was pointed.
"Meriadoc, you on first. You seem the oldest of the two of you."
"But not the smartest." Pippin chipped in. Sil lifted the hobbit with ease, and sat him on the saddle of the horse. "I didn't catch your name."
"Peregrin Took, at your service." He bowed low. She helped him on next. "I will run along side of you two. Go slow though, my horse will keep on running, not realizing her passengers fell off." Sil rubbed her back, as if the pain came back from an injury.
"We must leave,*si!" The horse started to jog, and Sil did too.
*si=Now.