This is a collaborative effort of a whole bunch of us - me, Elanor, Finrod, Gilrean, Holly, Lana, Nimbrethil, Witch King and Wizard. Other than the respective characters ie. me (Laurendil, Mas); Elanor (Elanor, Haldarin), Gilrean (Gilrean), Holly (Holly), Lana (Lena), Nimbrethil (Nimbrethil), Witch King (Beomir) and Wizard (Wizard), we do not own any of the other great Tolkien works. This was originally an RPG we played and have put together as a story. Hope you enjoy it.
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The time? March F.A.25. It's been 25 years since the One Ring was destroyed. 25 years since the Battle of Pelennor, since the War of the Ring ended. 25 years since the time of Men began. And ... it is a time for celebration!
The scene at Rivendell was quite joyous and a scurry of activity. Elves were everywhere, running around as they prepared for a huge reunion of the Fellowship. It was not simply a reunion, but a meeting of friends - old and new. It was a time to forge old ties again. A time to reminisce of the good times, and gloss over the bad times.
Laurendil surveyed the chaotic scene before her. A
rather striking looking elf, she stood rather regally as she constantly issued
orders to various elves around her. Wisps of her silver colored hair blew
softly upon her face in the breeze, as did her light blue gown flipping around
her legs. She had rather soft features, nothing astoundingly beautiful like the
Lady Arwen, but there was a quality to it that made
one look twice … or even three times. Right now, that soft face was set in a
firm scowl.
It had been one hectic day. Heck, it had been one hectic month! This was a huge thing to plan and nothing seems to be done yet. Streamers of various colors were all over the place, linking one tree to another. Several tables were laden with food and drinks and she still wondered whether it was enough. Lembas, roast pork, stew, bread of all sizes, cheese, fruits--just to name a few of the dishes that had been prepared. Of course, there had to be lots and lots of ale! After all, there were going to be Hobbits! And Gimli. Laurendil smiled at the thought – she had even arranged for the mugs to be in pints. Merry and Pippin had always enjoyed that.
Guests would be arriving anytime
and nothing seems to be done yet. It certainly did NOT help that Elladan and Elrohir, instead of
being a huge help, were a huge pain in the ... the … Laurendil groaned to think
what they were really up to. They were worse than Merry and Pippin! Laurendil
shook her head in exasperation, her unusual silver hair glistening in the sun.
Over 2000 years she had known them, and they still
managed to come up with pranks that she did not expect.
Laurendil was jarred out of her thoughts at the
sound of a horse entering the Quad. Who could it be? Quickly gathering the hem
of her gown, she ran ahead excitedly, only to see the most completely
unexpected first guest.
