Rating- PG
Disclaimer- I don't own anything. Tolkien owns all the characters from the books and the layout belongs to Peter Jackson and his team. All I own is Cirelondiel and the weird things she thinks of. That's it. And if you sue me, you won't get much, perhaps a piece of shirt fuzz...
(Elves, Hobbits, Men, Dwarves, and Wizards were not harmed in the making of this insanity)
Calm. Nothing but the feeling of quiet calmness was present on the path through the Shire. Gandalf the Grey was on his way to Hobbiton to take part of Bilbo's 111th birthday celebration. He was humming a tune that he didn't fully remember, but was slowly retaining memory of it. He was chewing on his pipe as the one horse cart went along. Humming. Humming. Never before has such a beautiful scene taken place….
Well. I think I should do something about that.
Who am I? My name is Cirelondiel, daughter of Erurainon, loyal guardto the Lady of Light.
You guessed it, I'm an Elf.I'm 6 feet tall and I have my father's silver-blue eyes and my mother's light brown hair.
I am on my last journey with Gandalf, whom I've been traveling with for 50 years, before I return home to serve my Lady and aid my sister in her upcoming wedding.
However, I doubt that you really want to hear my life story, so I will now get back to what I was talking about a moment ago.
So as Gandalf rides along, oblivious to all things around him, I ride my horse, Cugu, full gallop past him. I whoop as I go and all the excitement nearly knocks that silly hat off his head.
"Mîr!" He shouts after me.
You know, I love it when he calls me that. Not only is it a sign of affection, but it means he's not angry with me. Ever. Oh, Valar. I love being a female.
I don't want to push whatever grace I was given though, so I turn around and face him, just to make him happy. Wasn't that nice?
"Yes, my dear Gandalf?" I asked as sweetly as I could muster. This is so much fun.
"Why must you be such a nuisance? I know you weren't raised to be one."
"Gandalf, I have blamed them before, I shall do it again. It was Rumil and Orophin who turned me into who you see today."
He still didn't look too pleased, but he was breaking. He's too soft a wizard. Isn't that sweet? I don't care if I've already said it. I'll say it again. I love being a female.
"And you truly think I'm a nuisance, my dear sir? What have I don't to gain such a heavy title? You claim yourself that we need a form of diversion, entertainment and all things pleasurable every now and again. Have you not?"
He sighs, defeated; oh, he can continue this argument if he wanted to, but I always win in the end and he knows that.
"Alright, my dear Mîr, you are right. Please, however, don't try to surprise me anymore. It's a wonder I'm still alive with all of the frights you have given me."
"Of course, Gandalf. Have I ever disobeyed your requests?" I pause as he gives me this…look. One of which I don't really like, "Alright, so I did disobey one time. An Elf can make mistakes too, right?"
He rolls his eyes and says, "Come, some will think we are late."
"Although that is not the case. Am I correct in saying so?"
"Quite."
I've never been to the Shire. I've never seen a Hobbit either. You see, I did not join Gandalf on his journeys until 10 years after his adventure with Bilbo. Gandalf would tell me the story of Little Bilbo's Adventure in great detail every night and tell me of Hobbit mannerisms.
We're going along and I can hear someone coming. If they wanted to surprise us, they should have been quieter. And…out pops little Frodo. He's such a cute little bugger! He and Gandalf discuss the business of whether or not Wizards are ever late and the subject of never missing Bilbo's birthday. That was when I was noticed by the little Halfling. He stared at me with great wonder for so long (without speaking, mind you) that I began to wonder if I had a hair out of place or something in my teeth. So, to ease the extremetension, I introduce myself; seeing as how the Great Host Gandalf wouldn't.
"Mae govannen…uh, I mean, Hello." I have to remember that I'm not with the Elves yet…
"Hello!" He said, almost as if he were being snapped back to reality from a daydream.
I smile and he smiles back. I've fallen in love immediately with the little guy! I just want to hug him.
AND WE'RE OFF! (Ha, sorry.)
I listened to the two talking about the outside world and I would correct Gandalf if he exaggerated or forgot something.
I can tell that the Hobbits here have never seen an Elf before. Hobbity children follow, not only for the fireworks Gandalf brought, but to see what the creature on the enormous horse was. I smiled and waved my fingers at each one; I admit it. I've fallen for not just Frodo, but for all of them! I want to take one home with me, they're so adorable!Gandalf decides to show off by making some small firecrackers explodes. Honestly. And he was calling ME a nuisance? Males.
After a bit, Frodo says farewell and jumps from the cart. I'm happyto know that Gandalf is glad he is back.
We kept passing little gardens and Hobbit holes until we stopped at a stately hole with a tree on top.
Gandalf gets out and proceeds to the round door. I guess I should follow, eh?
Well, here we go…
DURING THE PARTY, RIGHT BEFORE BILBO'S SPEECH
After hours of dancing and being offered more ale than I have had in the last 50 years. I was becoming weary. I'm incapable of being tired, but this is as close as it gets I suppose…
I've found, during my time here, that these little creatures can be quite the pranksters and troublemakers. Take that Merry and Pippin for instance. Their act of ignorance and, well, stupidity, blew up in their faces. Literally. Though, you can't help but love them. They've got the sweetest faces and they know how to treat a female. ANYWAY, Gandalf put me in charge of making sure they do the dishes while he watches the cart of fireworks. I had an interesting conversation with those two, about food and such, and we became fast friends.
Oh, look. Bilbo's speaking.
While I'm thinking about it, I'm not quite comfortable around him yet. Gandalf said to not judge and to be patient. I promised him that I would, as always. But, was it just me, or did he seem engrossed with the contents of his pocket on his vest?
Bilbo's still speaking…my attention is wandering…he's getting nervous now…still talking, only quieter... He just disappeared! Well, that was different…
Needless to say, Hobbiton went into a crazed uproar. By the Valar are they LOUD! Yelling and shouting and carrying on… was it really necessary? My ears rang for hours!
Gandalf told me stay in the field with the little things to try and regain some order, which was hard to do. You would think that a creature who is 6 feet tall could get the attention of a 3 foot one. Ha, I wish!
Then, one had the brilliant idea to serve yet more food and ale.
Everything went right back to normal. It was almost as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened…
From there, my evening went like this:
I stayed awhile, making sure everything stayed at a dull roar. I danced a bit with Merry and Pippin and told stories of magic and adventure to the little hobbits.I thenwent to the Green Dragon with Frodo and his gardener friend Sam. While there, I satand watched the Troublesome Duo dance on tables and I met Rosie Cotton. (I can see why Sam likes he so much, she's a pretty one. Very sweet too.) After all this, I leave with Frodo but go my own way to check on Cugu and enjoy the silence of the night.
AND SO, an hour or two later, I look over and find Gandalf preparing to leave…without me.
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Elvish: (I'm not good at it, so it will be limited in everything I write.)
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Cugu (coo-goo) Dove
Mîr (meer) Jewel
Cirelondiel (Keer-ay-lohnd-ee-ell) Chelsey (ME!)
Erurainon (Air-oo-rye-nonn) My dad's real name, which I won't share.