AN: this is my 1st fanficcie, so dont go hard on me! Plus, I am a Dutch girl, so forgive me for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: Gandalf is not mine (alas), and the song at the end of the chapter belongs to the singer Enya.
Chapter 1. The long expected secret.
There was nobody who knew that Gandalf the Grey carried a big secret with him.
During one of his journey s, a strange but wise person. It was a girl who was about 135 years, and in the eyes of her people she was not grown up yet, not for long.
She was smaller than a Dwarf yet bigger than a Hobbit. She possessed the wisdom of an Elf and the magical powers of a Wizard.
Judging by the way she looked, though, one would say she wore the closest resemble of a Hobbit. She had blue eyes and dark, curly hair with here and there golden stripes through it. These stripes tended to multiply itself when the moon was full. She wore a golden necklace which held a strange, blue-green stone. In the inside of her right hand she carried the symbol of her kind: a star, with in its middle an eye. Her name was Undomiel, which meant Evenstar.
The last time Gandalf had encountered this girl, was when he traveled to the Shire to see his old friend Bilbo Baggings.
"Where does your journey lead you to" Undomiel asked when she saw the Wizard.
"I am going to see an old friend of mine who lives in the Shire" Gandalf answered.
"Are you befriend with a Hobbit?" She send a look of suprise towards Gandalf. "There are not many Wizards who care about Hobbits".
Now, Gandalf looked even more surprised than she did. "You know of the Hobbits?"
"That is not quite the just way of putting it, but yes, I have only heard of them"
"Now you know where my road leads me to, now is it okay for me to know where yours lead you?" Gandalf asked.
"Yes you may know. I am on my way to..."
Here was a slight pause. The Wizard looked at her intently and he saw in her eyes that she beared a great secret and sorrow with her.
"I am on my way to seek for my brother. We are the last remaining of our people."
Gandalf looked at her but she diverted her gaze and did not speak another word. He then knew that she had nothing more to say.
"Well, now that we got to know each other better, I would like to give you something as a sign of our good friendship. Hold your hand out".
As Gandalf held his hand out to the girl, Undomiel put a silver necklace with a red stone in his hand.
"What is this?" Gandalf wanted to know. "I have seen that you carry one, but that is made of gold with a bllue stone".
"You have sharp eyes, master Gandalf", she said with a smile. "With this necklace I can feel in which direction you are. It does not matter how far you are, though the closer you are, the stronger I can feel it. And so can you".
"So this is the way that you can find your brother".
"Aye", she replied," but there is more to it. Trough this stone we can feel each others life force. If the bearer of a stone has some sort of trouble, the color of the stone will become dull, and if the bearer is in REAL trouble, it gets black. The stone you have in your hands now, belonged to m y sister".
"Why would you want to give something that precious to an old, grey Wizard you hardly know. I cannot accept this" , Gandalf said.
"You forgot to say a WISE old Wizard. I know you good enough. I feel good about this and my feeling has never failed me. Plus, I want to know how you are faring. Many dangers lure upon us these days, and those are times you can never have enough friends to build upon. And if a Hobbit is your friend, he must have something really crazy".
Both had to laugh about this. Then they arrived at a point where four roads were crossing each other.
"It seems that our ways separate us. I bid you farewell, wise old Gandalf. I hope that the roads fare you well".
"I will hope to meet you again, in good days or in bad days", Gandalf responded.
"I have only one more thing to ask of you. Please do not talk about me or my name with it other people. Even the Elves do not know about our kind, and I would like to keep it that way".
"I do not know why that is such a big secret, but if this is your bidding than I shall speak not of you nor your kind".
"Aye", she said, "that is my bidding".
And then she rode off, singing a song of which Gandalf could hear a couple of sentences:
How beautiful the day and night
The earth is singing in the wind
The voices rise and touch the sky
And when I move away from view
My voice is singing in the wind
It rises op to touch the sky
Telling all that I dreamt in
(from the CD A day without rain by Enya)
AN: please gimme a lot of reviews. I ve got the 2nd chapter almost done, I just wanna know wether I should continue this story or not!!!