The 6th Istari
Chapter 1: The Five Istari
Summary: She never knew her parents, but she knew that they must be a wizard and an elf. After all she had the tell-tale pointed ears and the powers of hands and minds of wizards, what else could it be? She could accept that she was half-elf, half-wizard. She could accept that she never knew who her parents were, and that her teacher, Gandalf, did know, and wouldn't tell. But why did she have to fall in love with Saruman?
Disclaimer: Well you probably know the rigmarole, but I'll say it anyway. most of the places, people, or things in this story come from The Lord of the Rings. They are J.R.R. Tolkien's and not mine. I have borrowed some certain small ideas from different stories and combined them; I hope no one minds.
Background: Around 1000, in the 3rd Age, (Basically - Lord of the Rings took place right at the end of the 3rd age- 3018. Aragorn's reign started the 4th age) wizards, or Istari, first appeared. It was said afterwards that they had been sent out of the far west in the form of men to help band together all who would resist Sauron for the hard times yet to come. They were not allowed to contest openly against the evil, nor dominate any race by fear or force. There were five sent over. The greatest two were Curunir, also called Saruman, and Mithrandir, also called Gandalf. They were never young and aged slowly. Their true names were known to few, but the names that were given to them they used instead. But although they were Istari, rich in knowledge and powers of hand and mind, they were also men, and had the need for companionship. Thus there were more wizards, the children of the original five.
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it asap. Everything in the Background came from the Lord of the Rings, except for their need for companionship and the results which I am making up for the need of my story.
Thoughts are in Italics. Thoughts spoken to each other are "in italics". If they are speaking in elvish, *elvish*, if dwarvish, dwarvish, if they are speaking normally, "It will be normal."
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There were once five Istari, or wizards that came across the sea.
The first was Curumo, Curunir in elvish, "The Man of Skill", and Saruman to men; he was of the White order.
The next was Olorin, Mithrandir to the elves, "The Grey Pilgrim", and Gandalf to men; he was of the Grey order.
Then came Aiwendil, Radagast in elvish, "The Animal Tamer", he spoke not to men; he was of the Brown order.
Of the last two there was Alatar, Lomeohtar to the elves, "Warrior of the Twilight", and ________ to men; he was of the Blue order.
Lastly came Pallando, __________ to the elves, "_________", and __________ to men; he was also of the Blue order.
Their number was a mere five for the many thousands of leagues that covered Middle Earth. Their number needed to be increased; and the first to add was Alatar.
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About three months after the Istari arrived, Alatar had been wandering in the mountains of Ered Nimrais, in the land of Gondor, and had chanced upon her. I cannot say which of them fell in love first, or even if they had fallen in love. Although it was rare that an elf marry anyone other than an elf, she did marry him. They would both live long lives, and althgouh he would show his age, he would still be alive in thousands of years. The elfin maiden's name has been lost in time, and few now know who she was. But wither way, she became the an important figure in the shaping of history. Because elves have a lot of say where seed falls, she had a lot to say about Alatar's seed, no matter if the seed was the beginning of a plant or man or elf. But she for some reason wanted a child, an odd occurance, since many elves wait before they try and have a child. Elven babies are rare and few. Men have children all the time, but they life span is also much shorter, the price they pay for the joy of children some say. But she accepted Alatar's seed and guided it. The next morning when she awoke early, she gave the chin of her lover one more caress and gave him a look so filled with her love that it woke him, and with open arms, sought the comfort that women need and only the man they love can give.
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Almost a year later, a woman called Peranell opened the door of her home to a stranger knocking on it. Peranell was of the Dunedain and lived in the north side of the Ered Mithrin; in the far north, near the Northern Waste. She was a midwife who had just had a child a month earlier. When she looked out into the cold autumn night, all she saw was a hooded figure. The figure spoke, it's voice that of the soft lilting voice of a woman. "Are you the midwife?" the cloaked figure asked. "Yes, but who wants to know and why?" Peranell asked back. "I do, can you-" a groan erupted from the woman's lips. She grasped the doorway and her body shook convulsively; her knuckles grew white from the effort to endure the pain but a small groan still escaped her mouth. In the light from the fire in the house, Peranell could see the woman's lips and nothing more, the hood overshadowed the face, but she saw the woman's perfect white teeth bite her lower lip in a valiant effort to hold back the outcries that clearly wanted to be realeased. "By all the Eldar! Are you pregnant?" The woman merely nodded her head, but Peranell had already rushed to the woman's side and helped her up and into the house.
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Outside a man watched Peranell help the woman inside the house. Then he settled down to wait, it would be awhile. Elven births were rare and took a very hard toll on the elves, one reason that births were so rare. Alatar would wait, even if orcs were coming, he would not abandon his love. He would slay them all, he would have died if it meant his love and his child would survive. But he stayed still, quiet, and ready.
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Inside, Peranell quickly decided she had never seen a harder childbirth. The new mother-to-be had not been able to keep the cloak wrapped around her long with her contractions and the cloak was quickly taken away. The first thing that Peranell noticed were her ears. The pointed ears broke the surface of long wavy blonde hair and pointed to the ceiling. The fire was stoked up by one of Peranell's children and water was put to boil. Clean cloths were taken out and an old shirt that Peranell's used for births was taken out. Peranell put on the shirt and helped the woman onto a low, long table.
The contractions went on long into the night and into gray of coming dawn. The drain of birthing was great on the elven mother and her new children; newborn twins. As a matter of fact, her as well, it was hard being a mid- wife. Peranell thoughts as she fanned her face with her hands as she sat sprawled out in a chair. She watched one of her daughters help the blonde elf mother. As Peranell watched the mother with her new twin children, she could see the joy in all three. Normally a newborn baby was just hungry, but these babies seem to thrive on just being alive. They were twins, a boy and a girl. They each also had pointed ears- they were elvish.
Peranell wondered why an elf would come to her for help, did her own people turn her out? She had never heard of elves turning their own kind out. They were a tight-knit and quiet reclusive group, elves. But she didn't ask. If an elf wanted help, she would give it freely and willingly. She put the elf woman and her brand-new children in her own bed. Then she took her own child, Heidi, her third daughter, and youngest of seven. Peranell moved into the bed of her oldest son and told him to "Sleep with your brother tonight, Naracur." And then fell into a light sleep, she wanted to be able to help the new mother in case she needed anything.
But even in a light sleep, humans, even those of the Dunedain, can't be woken up by an elf, even one who has just gone through childbirth. The light boned elf slipped out of the house in the early morning ligh and settled her cloak more securkly about her to hide all of her foreign features and clothes. She had slipped the twins in the blanket with Peranell only moment before. She wanted to contest the will of Iluvatar and keep them, her only children, Elvish children are rare. Twins are even rarer. Why must I give up my only children? She thought, but no one contests Iluvatar.
She had given them one last kiss and left; tears full of sadness leaking down her cheeks. She knew that where Alatar was going, no child should be taken, especially an elven child. Elves were rare in middle earth. Outside of their elvish cities, elves may as well be extinct for how much you see them, especially in the south. One tear dripped off a finely chiseled chin and dropped to the earth, making a small drop of mud. Other than the two extra small forms lying in a bed in Peranell's house, it was the only sign that the elf had been there.
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Ok, wizard names: The real ones are all of Radagast, Gandalf and Saruman. For the other two the only real names that came from the book were Alatar and Pallando. I don't have any ideas for the wizard's names, I gave up trying to think of some names for them. Any ideas, PLEASE tell me! I am giving up on them for now, the names figure in later, I will figure them out then.
Oh, the whole Iluvater thing. I haven't read the Similarion (sp?), only parts, so I know the elves know about him but I'm not sure what they call him. I think it may be Ea or something. Anyone know? Is what I have fine?
Well, that's that so far. This first chap is a bit boring, but it's stuff that you need to know later on, so bear with me. But please review, I REALLY want this story to work out!
~Kit ;)
Chapter 1: The Five Istari
Summary: She never knew her parents, but she knew that they must be a wizard and an elf. After all she had the tell-tale pointed ears and the powers of hands and minds of wizards, what else could it be? She could accept that she was half-elf, half-wizard. She could accept that she never knew who her parents were, and that her teacher, Gandalf, did know, and wouldn't tell. But why did she have to fall in love with Saruman?
Disclaimer: Well you probably know the rigmarole, but I'll say it anyway. most of the places, people, or things in this story come from The Lord of the Rings. They are J.R.R. Tolkien's and not mine. I have borrowed some certain small ideas from different stories and combined them; I hope no one minds.
Background: Around 1000, in the 3rd Age, (Basically - Lord of the Rings took place right at the end of the 3rd age- 3018. Aragorn's reign started the 4th age) wizards, or Istari, first appeared. It was said afterwards that they had been sent out of the far west in the form of men to help band together all who would resist Sauron for the hard times yet to come. They were not allowed to contest openly against the evil, nor dominate any race by fear or force. There were five sent over. The greatest two were Curunir, also called Saruman, and Mithrandir, also called Gandalf. They were never young and aged slowly. Their true names were known to few, but the names that were given to them they used instead. But although they were Istari, rich in knowledge and powers of hand and mind, they were also men, and had the need for companionship. Thus there were more wizards, the children of the original five.
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it asap. Everything in the Background came from the Lord of the Rings, except for their need for companionship and the results which I am making up for the need of my story.
Thoughts are in Italics. Thoughts spoken to each other are "in italics". If they are speaking in elvish, *elvish*, if dwarvish, dwarvish, if they are speaking normally, "It will be normal."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There were once five Istari, or wizards that came across the sea.
The first was Curumo, Curunir in elvish, "The Man of Skill", and Saruman to men; he was of the White order.
The next was Olorin, Mithrandir to the elves, "The Grey Pilgrim", and Gandalf to men; he was of the Grey order.
Then came Aiwendil, Radagast in elvish, "The Animal Tamer", he spoke not to men; he was of the Brown order.
Of the last two there was Alatar, Lomeohtar to the elves, "Warrior of the Twilight", and ________ to men; he was of the Blue order.
Lastly came Pallando, __________ to the elves, "_________", and __________ to men; he was also of the Blue order.
Their number was a mere five for the many thousands of leagues that covered Middle Earth. Their number needed to be increased; and the first to add was Alatar.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
About three months after the Istari arrived, Alatar had been wandering in the mountains of Ered Nimrais, in the land of Gondor, and had chanced upon her. I cannot say which of them fell in love first, or even if they had fallen in love. Although it was rare that an elf marry anyone other than an elf, she did marry him. They would both live long lives, and althgouh he would show his age, he would still be alive in thousands of years. The elfin maiden's name has been lost in time, and few now know who she was. But wither way, she became the an important figure in the shaping of history. Because elves have a lot of say where seed falls, she had a lot to say about Alatar's seed, no matter if the seed was the beginning of a plant or man or elf. But she for some reason wanted a child, an odd occurance, since many elves wait before they try and have a child. Elven babies are rare and few. Men have children all the time, but they life span is also much shorter, the price they pay for the joy of children some say. But she accepted Alatar's seed and guided it. The next morning when she awoke early, she gave the chin of her lover one more caress and gave him a look so filled with her love that it woke him, and with open arms, sought the comfort that women need and only the man they love can give.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Almost a year later, a woman called Peranell opened the door of her home to a stranger knocking on it. Peranell was of the Dunedain and lived in the north side of the Ered Mithrin; in the far north, near the Northern Waste. She was a midwife who had just had a child a month earlier. When she looked out into the cold autumn night, all she saw was a hooded figure. The figure spoke, it's voice that of the soft lilting voice of a woman. "Are you the midwife?" the cloaked figure asked. "Yes, but who wants to know and why?" Peranell asked back. "I do, can you-" a groan erupted from the woman's lips. She grasped the doorway and her body shook convulsively; her knuckles grew white from the effort to endure the pain but a small groan still escaped her mouth. In the light from the fire in the house, Peranell could see the woman's lips and nothing more, the hood overshadowed the face, but she saw the woman's perfect white teeth bite her lower lip in a valiant effort to hold back the outcries that clearly wanted to be realeased. "By all the Eldar! Are you pregnant?" The woman merely nodded her head, but Peranell had already rushed to the woman's side and helped her up and into the house.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Outside a man watched Peranell help the woman inside the house. Then he settled down to wait, it would be awhile. Elven births were rare and took a very hard toll on the elves, one reason that births were so rare. Alatar would wait, even if orcs were coming, he would not abandon his love. He would slay them all, he would have died if it meant his love and his child would survive. But he stayed still, quiet, and ready.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Inside, Peranell quickly decided she had never seen a harder childbirth. The new mother-to-be had not been able to keep the cloak wrapped around her long with her contractions and the cloak was quickly taken away. The first thing that Peranell noticed were her ears. The pointed ears broke the surface of long wavy blonde hair and pointed to the ceiling. The fire was stoked up by one of Peranell's children and water was put to boil. Clean cloths were taken out and an old shirt that Peranell's used for births was taken out. Peranell put on the shirt and helped the woman onto a low, long table.
The contractions went on long into the night and into gray of coming dawn. The drain of birthing was great on the elven mother and her new children; newborn twins. As a matter of fact, her as well, it was hard being a mid- wife. Peranell thoughts as she fanned her face with her hands as she sat sprawled out in a chair. She watched one of her daughters help the blonde elf mother. As Peranell watched the mother with her new twin children, she could see the joy in all three. Normally a newborn baby was just hungry, but these babies seem to thrive on just being alive. They were twins, a boy and a girl. They each also had pointed ears- they were elvish.
Peranell wondered why an elf would come to her for help, did her own people turn her out? She had never heard of elves turning their own kind out. They were a tight-knit and quiet reclusive group, elves. But she didn't ask. If an elf wanted help, she would give it freely and willingly. She put the elf woman and her brand-new children in her own bed. Then she took her own child, Heidi, her third daughter, and youngest of seven. Peranell moved into the bed of her oldest son and told him to "Sleep with your brother tonight, Naracur." And then fell into a light sleep, she wanted to be able to help the new mother in case she needed anything.
But even in a light sleep, humans, even those of the Dunedain, can't be woken up by an elf, even one who has just gone through childbirth. The light boned elf slipped out of the house in the early morning ligh and settled her cloak more securkly about her to hide all of her foreign features and clothes. She had slipped the twins in the blanket with Peranell only moment before. She wanted to contest the will of Iluvatar and keep them, her only children, Elvish children are rare. Twins are even rarer. Why must I give up my only children? She thought, but no one contests Iluvatar.
She had given them one last kiss and left; tears full of sadness leaking down her cheeks. She knew that where Alatar was going, no child should be taken, especially an elven child. Elves were rare in middle earth. Outside of their elvish cities, elves may as well be extinct for how much you see them, especially in the south. One tear dripped off a finely chiseled chin and dropped to the earth, making a small drop of mud. Other than the two extra small forms lying in a bed in Peranell's house, it was the only sign that the elf had been there.
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Ok, wizard names: The real ones are all of Radagast, Gandalf and Saruman. For the other two the only real names that came from the book were Alatar and Pallando. I don't have any ideas for the wizard's names, I gave up trying to think of some names for them. Any ideas, PLEASE tell me! I am giving up on them for now, the names figure in later, I will figure them out then.
Oh, the whole Iluvater thing. I haven't read the Similarion (sp?), only parts, so I know the elves know about him but I'm not sure what they call him. I think it may be Ea or something. Anyone know? Is what I have fine?
Well, that's that so far. This first chap is a bit boring, but it's stuff that you need to know later on, so bear with me. But please review, I REALLY want this story to work out!
~Kit ;)