Disclaimer: OK people. Here it goes. I do not own LOTR characters and SM's
Serenity and Sailor Saturn, though I've given the later another name. I do
own Selenity and Elpis, so do not use them without contacting me.
This is my first fan fic ever written and plus English is not my native language so please bear with me here. Reviews will be GREATLY appreciated.
Now on with the story.
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It was a sunny day and to most people it would seem to be yet the best day in quite a while. The dark clouds were gone and in their place shone the bright autumn sun. Nothing troubled the peaceful and old forest surrounding Rivendell, except the sound of a galloping horse. It was a magnificent white horse that shone like silver under the golden rays of the sun. The chief of Mearas bore a gray rider a wizard to be exact, who seemed to be in a great rush. As the two neared the Gates to the Elven City the Lord of Rivendell Elrond greeted them. "Welcome my dear friend, we've been expecting you". "We"? Asked Gandalf dismounting Shadowfax. "So they're already here. How are they? How is Frodo" "Not very well, I'm afraid. He was pierced with a Morgul-knife, but he'll be all right," answered Elrond. "Yes, all right, but not the same," said Gandalf with a sad voice. "What about you Gandalf? What news you bring? Dark or good?" "I'm afraid only dark. Saruman has joined Sauron." "That is indeed ill news, but come my friend we will discuss such matters after you have rested." "Thank you Elrond I will truly appreciate some rest and after I see Frodo there is something I need to speak with you about."
Next day, after talking to Frodo, Gandalf went to seek Elrond in his chambers. Walking up and down many passages he finally found Elrond sitting before the fire in a dimly lit room. "Ah come my friend and let us discuss the matters that have been bothering a lot of minds lately," invited Elrond. "One does not simply wish to speak of such dark things but we have no choice. You know what Frodo bears, don't you?" "Yes. I've already guessed that it is the ring of power and I already know what you've come to ask me." "Then tell me what is your answer." "I think you know Gandalf." "Yes I've been expecting it," sighed Gandalf, "but I understand that the ring can not stay in Rivendell. What do you think should be done with it and what about all this messengers from different lands?" "We shall have a council tomorrow and discuss these matters, but I sense that something else is bothering you. What is it Gandalf?"
"Ah yes the second matter I wanted to discuss with you. During my search among Lord Denethor's scrolls and books I found something that really interested me. It is a poem or a text written in a language long forgotten by the elves and never known by any man. I suspect it's lunarian. Here, I've brought it for you to see. I remember you once mentioning about such language." Gandalf took out a long scroll on which there were strange marks. "Indeed this is lunarian, but I'm afraid I cannot translate all of it, for my knowledge of lunarian is very poor. Still I believe I have some other scrolls in my library that are written in the same language. I will try to compare them with this one and see what we can learn of this text." "And what about the Moon Kingdom does this mean that the lunarians are not a legend," asked Gandalf. "None can say for sure but my father once told me about the great race that once lived on the moon. He said that some elves believe that after the destruction of their world the survivors were sent down to Middle Earth by the powers of their queen and that they still live among elves. They do not remember of their past on the moon and only the queen or someone of the royal family can awaken their memory." "But according to the legend the queen died using all her strength to destroy the evil that had attacked them, and the princess also died in the battle. So there can be no members of the royal family among the survivors. I'm afraid the lunarian race and their magical powers and secrets are lost forever Gandalf". "You'll never know my friend Elrond," said Gandalf mischievously. "What do you mean? "Aragorn. Nobody knows of his existence and still he is no legend," and with that Gandalf left the chambers leaving Elrond in deep thought.
This is my first fan fic ever written and plus English is not my native language so please bear with me here. Reviews will be GREATLY appreciated.
Now on with the story.
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It was a sunny day and to most people it would seem to be yet the best day in quite a while. The dark clouds were gone and in their place shone the bright autumn sun. Nothing troubled the peaceful and old forest surrounding Rivendell, except the sound of a galloping horse. It was a magnificent white horse that shone like silver under the golden rays of the sun. The chief of Mearas bore a gray rider a wizard to be exact, who seemed to be in a great rush. As the two neared the Gates to the Elven City the Lord of Rivendell Elrond greeted them. "Welcome my dear friend, we've been expecting you". "We"? Asked Gandalf dismounting Shadowfax. "So they're already here. How are they? How is Frodo" "Not very well, I'm afraid. He was pierced with a Morgul-knife, but he'll be all right," answered Elrond. "Yes, all right, but not the same," said Gandalf with a sad voice. "What about you Gandalf? What news you bring? Dark or good?" "I'm afraid only dark. Saruman has joined Sauron." "That is indeed ill news, but come my friend we will discuss such matters after you have rested." "Thank you Elrond I will truly appreciate some rest and after I see Frodo there is something I need to speak with you about."
Next day, after talking to Frodo, Gandalf went to seek Elrond in his chambers. Walking up and down many passages he finally found Elrond sitting before the fire in a dimly lit room. "Ah come my friend and let us discuss the matters that have been bothering a lot of minds lately," invited Elrond. "One does not simply wish to speak of such dark things but we have no choice. You know what Frodo bears, don't you?" "Yes. I've already guessed that it is the ring of power and I already know what you've come to ask me." "Then tell me what is your answer." "I think you know Gandalf." "Yes I've been expecting it," sighed Gandalf, "but I understand that the ring can not stay in Rivendell. What do you think should be done with it and what about all this messengers from different lands?" "We shall have a council tomorrow and discuss these matters, but I sense that something else is bothering you. What is it Gandalf?"
"Ah yes the second matter I wanted to discuss with you. During my search among Lord Denethor's scrolls and books I found something that really interested me. It is a poem or a text written in a language long forgotten by the elves and never known by any man. I suspect it's lunarian. Here, I've brought it for you to see. I remember you once mentioning about such language." Gandalf took out a long scroll on which there were strange marks. "Indeed this is lunarian, but I'm afraid I cannot translate all of it, for my knowledge of lunarian is very poor. Still I believe I have some other scrolls in my library that are written in the same language. I will try to compare them with this one and see what we can learn of this text." "And what about the Moon Kingdom does this mean that the lunarians are not a legend," asked Gandalf. "None can say for sure but my father once told me about the great race that once lived on the moon. He said that some elves believe that after the destruction of their world the survivors were sent down to Middle Earth by the powers of their queen and that they still live among elves. They do not remember of their past on the moon and only the queen or someone of the royal family can awaken their memory." "But according to the legend the queen died using all her strength to destroy the evil that had attacked them, and the princess also died in the battle. So there can be no members of the royal family among the survivors. I'm afraid the lunarian race and their magical powers and secrets are lost forever Gandalf". "You'll never know my friend Elrond," said Gandalf mischievously. "What do you mean? "Aragorn. Nobody knows of his existence and still he is no legend," and with that Gandalf left the chambers leaving Elrond in deep thought.