Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
Prologue
"Everything has beauty but not everyone sees it."
My name is Celerean Elentári Elvenstar. I am known as "Elentári" or "Elenath" by the Elves, "Thúle" in Rohan, and "Vala" among the Dwarves. But mostly, everyone just calls me "Celerean." I have long, ebony hair, dark olive skin, and dark gray-blue eyes.
I was born on March 1st, 2330 (730 in the Shire) in the Dundédain. My father was Aragorn I, son of Aravir. My mother was Celebrean, younger sister of Celeborn, Lord of Lothlórien. I also had an older brother, Araglas.
My mother was a free spirit and loved to travel. She loved meeting new people and seeing new things. One day, she visited Gondor and fell in love with a young man. That man was to be a future king of Gondor and my father.
My mother loved him dearly, but she had to give up her immortality. She did, and they got married. My father's father died in 2327 (727), and my father became king. They had my brother and then me.
We were a happy family, though we had our differences. Everyone was a human, except me. I was half-Elven, but mostly an Elf.
My father died in 2455 (855), and my brother, Araglas, became king, since he was eldest. When he died, his son, Arahad, succeeded him. My mother and I left for Lothlórien.
My Uncle Celeborn and Aunt Galadriel welcomed us to their wonderful city. Sometimes, my mother and I would go as far to Imladris (Rivendell) to visit my cousin, Elrond, and his children, Elladin, Elrohir, and Arwen. But mostly, I stayed in Lothlórien.
One year, my mother and I decided to stay in Imladris. I think my mother wanted to protect me and keep me safe from the threat of Sauron looking for Isildur's heir.
Arwen's brothers taught me fighting techniques and Elrond introduced me in the area of medicine. Well, a little of it, anyway. I wasn't particularly interested in it.
Arwen and I were good friends. We were like cousins. Close, but not so close. Sometimes, we would have little chats in her garden.
"Have you ever been in love, Arwen?" I would ask.
"I cannot say that I have," she would say. "I'm still in waiting."
"I, too, I guess. But one day, I'm sure we will find our propitious inamoratas...do you?"
"Yes, I do." She looked at me. "Why did you ask me that?"
"Maybe," I said, "it's because of all the marriages I have witnessed since living here. It makes you think, really."
"But you are still young, Celerean. You still have plenty to see and know. I, on the other hand, have seen many things. But I have not experienced with what one would call love."
"I am sure you will," I said. "I know you will before me."
She smiled. "What exactly do you want to do, Celerean?"
I thought for a moment. "To travel all over Middle-earth. Meet new people. Fight against the evil that plagues the lands. Reclaim the throne of Gondor and help its people. Maybe even get a best friend."
"A best friend? Why?"
"Well, I just want a true companion to travel with. To tell my deepest secrets. To share my emotions with."
"I am not like that?"
I thought for a moment. "Arwen, you are more like my cousin. Even though we are close, you travel to Lothlórien every few months and I miss you. You are a very dear friend to me, Arwen, despite our differences. You tend to favour peace and see the good in everyone. While I want to use violent force when nothing else works. I am too stubborn. I favour peace sometimes, and I cannot see the good in everyone. I don't know, Arwen. Maybe I favour a best friend because I am different. I am not like the other Elves, or any living being, for the matter. I-I feel alone sometimes."
"It'll be all right," comforted Arwen. "One day, you will find your comrade and I my suitor. But for the time being, can I still be your dearest and closest friend?"
"As long as the puissant winds do not disunite us, our friendship will coruscate like the sun."
Arwen smiled, but stopped. "I have to visit my grandmother for a few months....possibly for a long time."
"What? You do? Why?" I asked, shocked.
"I am sorry, but it is imperative. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do," I said, feeling hurt. I got up and ran for the trees.
"Celerean!" called Arwen.
I entered the forest and climbed up a tree. There, I sat and thought, feeling all alone in the world. Arwen always visited my Aunt Galadriel and I really didn't. I had no one to talk to while she was gone, until she came back. Now that she was going to officially stay there for awhile, I wanted to travel far away and not be alone.
In 2929, my mother decided to take me to visit our very distant relatives. We journeyed to Dunédain and witnessed Arathorn II and Gilrean's wedding. Gilraen is a very close friend of my mother's, so she let us stay with her.
In the next year, Arador, Arathorn's father, is slain by trolls and Arathorn takes over. A year later, on March 1st (my birthday), Gilraen gives birth to a baby boy. They name him Aragorn, after my father.
I remembered when Gilraen first let me hold him. I cuddled gently in my arms and studied his little handsome face. He looked up at me with his blue eyes as I stroked his dark hair. As I held him in my arms, I felt a connection with him. I could not describe it. It was as though it was destiny.
Sadly, Arathorn II, Aragorn's father, is slain and Gilraen, Aragorn, my mother, and I flee to Imladris. Elrond receives Aragorn as a foster-son and names him Estel. (which means 'Hope') My mother and Gilraen decide to live someplace else, and my mom would visit Estel and I every now and then.
After many years, Estel and I grew very close. He was like the brother I never had. We would talk and play, explore the woods, and teach each other fighting techniques. We were kindred spirits.
Sometimes my mother would visit me and stay for awhile. As what Arwen did. She would leave for a couple of months and then come back. She did this periodically, and I often wondered why. What was the reason of her departures? I never really understood.
One day, my mother told me to meet her in private. She told me that she had to go to Dol Gulder and I might not hear from her in awhile. I asked her why, but she told me not to be concerned. She said she loved me; she always loved me, for I was the brightest star, the Queen of the Stars, in her sky. She then gave me her family necklace, the Elvenstar, and told me farewell, as she rode off into the night.
That was the last time I ever saw her.
I was saturated with sorrow; I didn't want anyone to talk to me, to bother me, nothing. Estel had just reached the age of twenty, and Elrond explained his true identity and his past. Estel, surprised, decided to take a walk at night in the woods of Imladris. There, he meets and falls in love with Arwen, who just arrived from Lórien.
Estel then determines to travel into the Wild. I hear of his plan and decide to go, too.
"No, Celerean," he said. "I do not want you to get hurt."
"I have endured much more pain than you," I said. "I want to go."
"It is far too dangerous," he said. "You never know what is out there. It is best if you stayed here."
"And do what?" I said, raising my voice. "Wait until you never come back home, too? How do you know what is out there? Besides, I fear no danger. To me, I am more dangerous than whatever it is out there in the Wild."
Estel looked at me and smiled. He put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Celerean, I love you like a sister. I just...I just don't want you getting hurt. That's all."
"Estel," I said, "if you leave, who would I spend time with? Who will help me with the chores around the house? We always made the work into a game. No, it is I who doesn't want you getting hurt."
He smiled. "You still call me 'Estel'," he said, "even though I am really 'Aragorn'."
"Well, then, Aragorn," I said. "I don't want you to go without me. I want to accompany you on your journeys. I want to see new places, meet new people, and perhaps finding out what happened to my mother."
Aragorn looked down. He had missed my mother, too. She treated him like a son. After a few minutes of contemplating, he spoke up. "I forgot that you can be too stubborn and never give in." He sighed. "All right, Celerean, you may come with me if you like. Just remember we may not see home for a long time."
"I understand," I said, giving him a hug. "We will work together on this, right?"
He kissed me on my forehead. "Yes," he said. "We shall become Rangers from the North."
***
So we sat out on fitful journeys that took us nearly everywhere in Middle-earth. My wishes were being granted. One year, we met a loyal, wise wizard named Mithrandir, otherwise known as Gandalf the Grey. We instantly became friends.
Gandalf told me that he knew my mother. He explained to me the reason of her frequent trips: she worked for him as a warrior and an agent. She fought the enemy rather well, for my sake. I felt proud knowing that.
For over two decades, Aragorn and I undertook more great journeys and errantries. As Thorongil and Thúle, we served in disguise both Thengel of Rohan and Ecthellon II of Gondor.
One year, we entered Lórien, and Aragorn again meets Arwen. He gives her the ring of Barahir and together, they walk over the hill of Cerin Amroth. (Aragorn still doesn't know that I know, so do not tell him, all right?) I knew that their future together looked bright, while mine's looked unclear.
In 3000, the Rangers guarded a place called the Shire. A year later, Gandalf calls on the help of Aragorn and I to look for a creature named Gollum. We begin to look, but couldn't find him. Seven years later, Gilraen, Aragorn's mother, died. We held a short funeral for her, because we had to fight off the evil that was growing.
Two years later, Gandalf, Aragorn, and I renew our hunt for Gollum at intervals during the next eight years, searching in the vales of Anduin, Mirkwood, and Rhovanion to the confines of Mordor. While in Mirkwood, I saw the most beautiful trees. I am a Silvan Elf, and love trees. They may not have been as lovely as the ones in Lórien or like the ones in Imladris, but they were beautiful. While Aragorn was speaking with the king, I decided to take a tour of the place myself.
I walked outside, toward a cluster of trees. Their leaves were bright green in color and gave off a keen smell. I suddenly heard the noise of an arrow whistling through the air. I followed the sound to investigate and came upon an archery field. I hid behind some bushes to see who was shooting the arrows. A young male Elf, with long blond hair and blue eyes was practicing. I studied his face, concluded that he was handsome, and watched him shoot. He was very good, but saw that he sometimes missed the bull's eye. I took out my own bow and arrow, and, aiming the target from where I was standing, let go of the arrow. It flew by the Elf's face and hit the bull's eye dead center. The handsome Elf turned and saw me.
I stepped out from the bushes, my face nearly concealed by my grey cloak. I didn't want him to see my face. I don't know why, but I didn't. The only thing he could see was my eyes.
I spoke up. "You shoot fair, I see, but if you hold your bow just a little bit lower, you could always hit the target."
The Elf smiled. "Thank you, kind maiden, I will take that into consideration."
Before I could say anything else, I heard Aragorn's voice in the distance. He was looking for me. I look at the Elf and told him I had to go.
"What about your arrow?" he asks, indicating the bull's eye.
I smiled and said, "Keep it, for it can be an example for you." I then left.
From then on, I wondered about that Elf. It was as if I was drawn to him, or something. I could not stop thinking about him. But I had work to do, so I put him out of my mind.
It was known that Gollum had ventured into Mordor and was captured by Sauron. Elrond sent for Arwen to come back to Rivendell. The Mountains and all lands eastward were becoming dangerous.
One day, Gollum was released from Mordor. Aragorn and I captured him in the Dead Marshes and brought him to Thranduil in Mirkwood. Gandalf was off reading the scroll of Isildur in Minas Tirith.
While visiting Mirkwood again, I saw that Elf. I don't think he saw me, for I was disguised. I found out that he was Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood. I had to admit that I felt feelings for him, but I knew that he probably would never fall for an half-Elf that was Isildur's heir. Aragorn noticed my peculiar behavour, and smiled, telling me all he knew about the prince. He said I should be introduced to him. No, I told him, it was not necessary.
After that, we met up with Gandalf and he tells us to keep an eye for trouble, and if the trouble persists, Aragorn was to take over. Of course, I was to help too. It's just that he was more destined to take the role.
Gandalf then explains that we were to go to Bree to meet up with some Hobbits. Hobbits? I thought, confused. He then gave me an ivory-white horse with a flowing grey mane. I name her 'Varda', which means 'Star Goddess'.
Before we left, Gandalf left me with some quotes, "The Road goes ever on and on," and "All that is gold does not glitter," he said. I guess it was a code or some more of his wisdom. And then he left. We never heard from him in months.
As Aragorn and I traveled to Bree, I thought of the times of when I sat in a tree at night, looking up at the stars, wondering if I would have any adventures. If I would ever go to faraway places, meet new people, fight the evil that destroys.
This is my tale.
Prologue
"Everything has beauty but not everyone sees it."
My name is Celerean Elentári Elvenstar. I am known as "Elentári" or "Elenath" by the Elves, "Thúle" in Rohan, and "Vala" among the Dwarves. But mostly, everyone just calls me "Celerean." I have long, ebony hair, dark olive skin, and dark gray-blue eyes.
I was born on March 1st, 2330 (730 in the Shire) in the Dundédain. My father was Aragorn I, son of Aravir. My mother was Celebrean, younger sister of Celeborn, Lord of Lothlórien. I also had an older brother, Araglas.
My mother was a free spirit and loved to travel. She loved meeting new people and seeing new things. One day, she visited Gondor and fell in love with a young man. That man was to be a future king of Gondor and my father.
My mother loved him dearly, but she had to give up her immortality. She did, and they got married. My father's father died in 2327 (727), and my father became king. They had my brother and then me.
We were a happy family, though we had our differences. Everyone was a human, except me. I was half-Elven, but mostly an Elf.
My father died in 2455 (855), and my brother, Araglas, became king, since he was eldest. When he died, his son, Arahad, succeeded him. My mother and I left for Lothlórien.
My Uncle Celeborn and Aunt Galadriel welcomed us to their wonderful city. Sometimes, my mother and I would go as far to Imladris (Rivendell) to visit my cousin, Elrond, and his children, Elladin, Elrohir, and Arwen. But mostly, I stayed in Lothlórien.
One year, my mother and I decided to stay in Imladris. I think my mother wanted to protect me and keep me safe from the threat of Sauron looking for Isildur's heir.
Arwen's brothers taught me fighting techniques and Elrond introduced me in the area of medicine. Well, a little of it, anyway. I wasn't particularly interested in it.
Arwen and I were good friends. We were like cousins. Close, but not so close. Sometimes, we would have little chats in her garden.
"Have you ever been in love, Arwen?" I would ask.
"I cannot say that I have," she would say. "I'm still in waiting."
"I, too, I guess. But one day, I'm sure we will find our propitious inamoratas...do you?"
"Yes, I do." She looked at me. "Why did you ask me that?"
"Maybe," I said, "it's because of all the marriages I have witnessed since living here. It makes you think, really."
"But you are still young, Celerean. You still have plenty to see and know. I, on the other hand, have seen many things. But I have not experienced with what one would call love."
"I am sure you will," I said. "I know you will before me."
She smiled. "What exactly do you want to do, Celerean?"
I thought for a moment. "To travel all over Middle-earth. Meet new people. Fight against the evil that plagues the lands. Reclaim the throne of Gondor and help its people. Maybe even get a best friend."
"A best friend? Why?"
"Well, I just want a true companion to travel with. To tell my deepest secrets. To share my emotions with."
"I am not like that?"
I thought for a moment. "Arwen, you are more like my cousin. Even though we are close, you travel to Lothlórien every few months and I miss you. You are a very dear friend to me, Arwen, despite our differences. You tend to favour peace and see the good in everyone. While I want to use violent force when nothing else works. I am too stubborn. I favour peace sometimes, and I cannot see the good in everyone. I don't know, Arwen. Maybe I favour a best friend because I am different. I am not like the other Elves, or any living being, for the matter. I-I feel alone sometimes."
"It'll be all right," comforted Arwen. "One day, you will find your comrade and I my suitor. But for the time being, can I still be your dearest and closest friend?"
"As long as the puissant winds do not disunite us, our friendship will coruscate like the sun."
Arwen smiled, but stopped. "I have to visit my grandmother for a few months....possibly for a long time."
"What? You do? Why?" I asked, shocked.
"I am sorry, but it is imperative. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do," I said, feeling hurt. I got up and ran for the trees.
"Celerean!" called Arwen.
I entered the forest and climbed up a tree. There, I sat and thought, feeling all alone in the world. Arwen always visited my Aunt Galadriel and I really didn't. I had no one to talk to while she was gone, until she came back. Now that she was going to officially stay there for awhile, I wanted to travel far away and not be alone.
In 2929, my mother decided to take me to visit our very distant relatives. We journeyed to Dunédain and witnessed Arathorn II and Gilrean's wedding. Gilraen is a very close friend of my mother's, so she let us stay with her.
In the next year, Arador, Arathorn's father, is slain by trolls and Arathorn takes over. A year later, on March 1st (my birthday), Gilraen gives birth to a baby boy. They name him Aragorn, after my father.
I remembered when Gilraen first let me hold him. I cuddled gently in my arms and studied his little handsome face. He looked up at me with his blue eyes as I stroked his dark hair. As I held him in my arms, I felt a connection with him. I could not describe it. It was as though it was destiny.
Sadly, Arathorn II, Aragorn's father, is slain and Gilraen, Aragorn, my mother, and I flee to Imladris. Elrond receives Aragorn as a foster-son and names him Estel. (which means 'Hope') My mother and Gilraen decide to live someplace else, and my mom would visit Estel and I every now and then.
After many years, Estel and I grew very close. He was like the brother I never had. We would talk and play, explore the woods, and teach each other fighting techniques. We were kindred spirits.
Sometimes my mother would visit me and stay for awhile. As what Arwen did. She would leave for a couple of months and then come back. She did this periodically, and I often wondered why. What was the reason of her departures? I never really understood.
One day, my mother told me to meet her in private. She told me that she had to go to Dol Gulder and I might not hear from her in awhile. I asked her why, but she told me not to be concerned. She said she loved me; she always loved me, for I was the brightest star, the Queen of the Stars, in her sky. She then gave me her family necklace, the Elvenstar, and told me farewell, as she rode off into the night.
That was the last time I ever saw her.
I was saturated with sorrow; I didn't want anyone to talk to me, to bother me, nothing. Estel had just reached the age of twenty, and Elrond explained his true identity and his past. Estel, surprised, decided to take a walk at night in the woods of Imladris. There, he meets and falls in love with Arwen, who just arrived from Lórien.
Estel then determines to travel into the Wild. I hear of his plan and decide to go, too.
"No, Celerean," he said. "I do not want you to get hurt."
"I have endured much more pain than you," I said. "I want to go."
"It is far too dangerous," he said. "You never know what is out there. It is best if you stayed here."
"And do what?" I said, raising my voice. "Wait until you never come back home, too? How do you know what is out there? Besides, I fear no danger. To me, I am more dangerous than whatever it is out there in the Wild."
Estel looked at me and smiled. He put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Celerean, I love you like a sister. I just...I just don't want you getting hurt. That's all."
"Estel," I said, "if you leave, who would I spend time with? Who will help me with the chores around the house? We always made the work into a game. No, it is I who doesn't want you getting hurt."
He smiled. "You still call me 'Estel'," he said, "even though I am really 'Aragorn'."
"Well, then, Aragorn," I said. "I don't want you to go without me. I want to accompany you on your journeys. I want to see new places, meet new people, and perhaps finding out what happened to my mother."
Aragorn looked down. He had missed my mother, too. She treated him like a son. After a few minutes of contemplating, he spoke up. "I forgot that you can be too stubborn and never give in." He sighed. "All right, Celerean, you may come with me if you like. Just remember we may not see home for a long time."
"I understand," I said, giving him a hug. "We will work together on this, right?"
He kissed me on my forehead. "Yes," he said. "We shall become Rangers from the North."
***
So we sat out on fitful journeys that took us nearly everywhere in Middle-earth. My wishes were being granted. One year, we met a loyal, wise wizard named Mithrandir, otherwise known as Gandalf the Grey. We instantly became friends.
Gandalf told me that he knew my mother. He explained to me the reason of her frequent trips: she worked for him as a warrior and an agent. She fought the enemy rather well, for my sake. I felt proud knowing that.
For over two decades, Aragorn and I undertook more great journeys and errantries. As Thorongil and Thúle, we served in disguise both Thengel of Rohan and Ecthellon II of Gondor.
One year, we entered Lórien, and Aragorn again meets Arwen. He gives her the ring of Barahir and together, they walk over the hill of Cerin Amroth. (Aragorn still doesn't know that I know, so do not tell him, all right?) I knew that their future together looked bright, while mine's looked unclear.
In 3000, the Rangers guarded a place called the Shire. A year later, Gandalf calls on the help of Aragorn and I to look for a creature named Gollum. We begin to look, but couldn't find him. Seven years later, Gilraen, Aragorn's mother, died. We held a short funeral for her, because we had to fight off the evil that was growing.
Two years later, Gandalf, Aragorn, and I renew our hunt for Gollum at intervals during the next eight years, searching in the vales of Anduin, Mirkwood, and Rhovanion to the confines of Mordor. While in Mirkwood, I saw the most beautiful trees. I am a Silvan Elf, and love trees. They may not have been as lovely as the ones in Lórien or like the ones in Imladris, but they were beautiful. While Aragorn was speaking with the king, I decided to take a tour of the place myself.
I walked outside, toward a cluster of trees. Their leaves were bright green in color and gave off a keen smell. I suddenly heard the noise of an arrow whistling through the air. I followed the sound to investigate and came upon an archery field. I hid behind some bushes to see who was shooting the arrows. A young male Elf, with long blond hair and blue eyes was practicing. I studied his face, concluded that he was handsome, and watched him shoot. He was very good, but saw that he sometimes missed the bull's eye. I took out my own bow and arrow, and, aiming the target from where I was standing, let go of the arrow. It flew by the Elf's face and hit the bull's eye dead center. The handsome Elf turned and saw me.
I stepped out from the bushes, my face nearly concealed by my grey cloak. I didn't want him to see my face. I don't know why, but I didn't. The only thing he could see was my eyes.
I spoke up. "You shoot fair, I see, but if you hold your bow just a little bit lower, you could always hit the target."
The Elf smiled. "Thank you, kind maiden, I will take that into consideration."
Before I could say anything else, I heard Aragorn's voice in the distance. He was looking for me. I look at the Elf and told him I had to go.
"What about your arrow?" he asks, indicating the bull's eye.
I smiled and said, "Keep it, for it can be an example for you." I then left.
From then on, I wondered about that Elf. It was as if I was drawn to him, or something. I could not stop thinking about him. But I had work to do, so I put him out of my mind.
It was known that Gollum had ventured into Mordor and was captured by Sauron. Elrond sent for Arwen to come back to Rivendell. The Mountains and all lands eastward were becoming dangerous.
One day, Gollum was released from Mordor. Aragorn and I captured him in the Dead Marshes and brought him to Thranduil in Mirkwood. Gandalf was off reading the scroll of Isildur in Minas Tirith.
While visiting Mirkwood again, I saw that Elf. I don't think he saw me, for I was disguised. I found out that he was Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood. I had to admit that I felt feelings for him, but I knew that he probably would never fall for an half-Elf that was Isildur's heir. Aragorn noticed my peculiar behavour, and smiled, telling me all he knew about the prince. He said I should be introduced to him. No, I told him, it was not necessary.
After that, we met up with Gandalf and he tells us to keep an eye for trouble, and if the trouble persists, Aragorn was to take over. Of course, I was to help too. It's just that he was more destined to take the role.
Gandalf then explains that we were to go to Bree to meet up with some Hobbits. Hobbits? I thought, confused. He then gave me an ivory-white horse with a flowing grey mane. I name her 'Varda', which means 'Star Goddess'.
Before we left, Gandalf left me with some quotes, "The Road goes ever on and on," and "All that is gold does not glitter," he said. I guess it was a code or some more of his wisdom. And then he left. We never heard from him in months.
As Aragorn and I traveled to Bree, I thought of the times of when I sat in a tree at night, looking up at the stars, wondering if I would have any adventures. If I would ever go to faraway places, meet new people, fight the evil that destroys.
This is my tale.