Chapter 2: My Story—The Beginning Days
As the first rays of the sun pierce the darkness of the early morning, the young elleth quietly enters. Seeing that I am awake she tenderly goes about her ways, bathing, dressing, and feeding me. When she is finished I begin me tale again, the story of my life, though I wish it were not her that soon must carry the burden.
"I do not have the will to continue to tell you; for it is a burden far greater then you will comprehend until it is you who carries the weight, but I shall speak my story now, once and for all, lest my strength wane forever more into silence."
The young elleth quietly speaks into the silence as the sun begins its slow chase of the night. "A shadow has just now fallen upon me, does it too play a role in your task"
"Yes," I reply, "for mine concerns you greatly." Here I pause, as I gather my strength and wayward thoughts. Seeing this, the young elleth offers a cup of tea.
"This was specially prepared for those of little strength, perhaps it may help." I attempt to take the proffered cup, but my weakened body refuses my commands.
"You must do it for me." As she slowly helps me drink the nourishing tea— though besides my soothing my throat it does nothing— I let my mind wander to the Fellowship. They are well, resting safely in Rivendel as they heal from their journeys. For a few days now I am able to rest my watch over them, and to use the strength to tell of my struggles and triumphs.
"I ask of you," I whisper—though a stronger, clearer whisper then that of the previous night, "not to interrupt what I must say. The tale is long— I will allow you to work on a project as you listen. I will hover, not permit any not to be taken— what I must say cannot be allowed to be shared, unless it is spoken to and heard by one other at the correct time. Do you understand?"
"Yes my lady." she replies with a deep nod—honoring the authority I was once was known for. Very well then, I thought, Let us begin.
"I am the Eldest of the Eldest Elves, wisest of all Elven-kind, even those who have long ago passed over the Great Sea. Of my childhood, in the beginning of Valinor and long before Middle-earth, I shall say naught for it is of a child's memory. Of the days after this, of the First, Second and thus far into the Third Age, you already know for your were of an age tat you will remember. With passing of the last day of the First Age, the last of my childhood kindred left Middle-earth for Valinor, and their responsibilities were passed on to two of my brethren (though they knew not that we were of the same line) and myself."
Author's Note(s): I have redone this chapter and am working on typing the other, revised, chapters. The history issue should no longer be a problem, if it is PLEASE let me know. (Whether you flame or not I would love to be able to reply, I won't be harsh!)
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