AN: Things you should be aware of before reading this fic:
In this fic Celebrian sails much earlier in around 1300
Tolkein purists please read my author profile for comments about the altering of the timeline and other significant events.
I will only say this once I don't think I can handle it anymore I most unfortunately do not own Lord of the Rings I am only borrowing it –unfortunately- However Tahirah and any other Original as of yet unmentioned characters in this fic are mine.
In case anyone's interested Tahirah is an Egyptian name meaning "pure one"
Please review; as this is my first LOTR fic any comments/help would be much appreciated.
Thanks and I hope you enjoy.
2064 Third age Imladris Just after the beginning of the watchful peace.
Mithrandir sighed as he looked around him at the beautiful gardens of Imladris or Rivendell as it was often called. He knew the tasks set out before all the Istari was never going to be easy, but to him at the moment his seemed nearly impossible. It was not just the races of men that had problems in middle earth, or the reclusive ents, the suspicious Halflings, or as they were otherwise known Hobbits. No despite all their age, wisdom and the trials of the first age –or perhaps because of them- the discrimination that existed between the different elves was a problem all of its own- One that he didn't have time to deal with.- It was at times like these that he wished most desperately for the presence of Tahirah but he hadn't seen her for more than a millennium.
Tahirah, a name familiar to the elves of middle earth for all of the first born had heard of the princess of the Maiar much beloved by all of the other Ainur, particularly Varda and Manwe. However few had ever laid eyes on her that still resided this side of the sundering seas and even fewer still knew her. To Mithrandir or Olorin as he was called by her she was like an older sister though. Known not for the greatness which many attributed to her name because of the deeds she was known for, but simply for being Tahirah. Often looked up to by others –particularly the elves- as having all the answers those of the Ainur were often all too aware that they didn't have all of them. Only Eru Illuvatar new the full plan for the fate of Arda and his children. Tahirah though had always been close to
Olorin and treated him as a younger brother, being his support particularly when things got too much. For even the Ainur are not perfect.
Tahirah had always said she would listen to him and come if he should call but even he doubted that she would come all the way to Arda just to soothe his fears even though the Valar would undoubtedly allow her to –even be grateful for her help and presence in the troubled times that were to come for middle earth and the work that needed to be done before hand- However as Olorin or Mithrandir as he was called by the elves, heard Thranduil's dulcet tones ringing from the last homely house's great hall he couldn't do anything but hope that maybe Tahirah was listening as he gathered his strength to walk into what was probably only slightly better than facing a rampaging army of orcs with a balrog or two in the mix.
AN: I know Its short but this is just to give you an idea of what exactly is going on and where I'm going with this I promise that I shall try and make future chapters longer.