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Chapter 4
Boromir turned his eyes to Elrond. "Calandria. Rayearth? Who is this person? Why is she here? What purpose-"
"Hold your tongue," Calandria said, scornfully. "All will be made clear in due time. Until then, you will only hear what you need to."
The young woman turned to face the council. "This new evil," she began, "Is much more dangerous than you can comprehend. Sauron was only a servant to this power, he was a copy, a cheap imitation."
Murmurs ran around the council ring, and many looked fearful. Then Legolas spoke. "How can you be so sure of this eminent doom?" he asked. "We have seen signs of a new evil in Mordor, but there has not been any clue as to what is stirring the evil."
Calandria turned her piercing gray-blue eyes on him. Legolas drew back, for a moment, but those eyes seemed to draw him in. They were beautiful, yet sad.
Elrond answered for her. "This evil has a new name. It is Zakyrian which, as many of you know, means 'demon' in elvish. But, other than that, not much is known about it."
Aragorn spoke. "Have spies been sent? Have messengers been sent? What can we do to gain more information?"
"All precautions have been taken," Elrond reassured. "However, we still have extremely little information on this strange presence. We do not know how to defeat it, or where the power is to destroy it. True, it has made no move, but it is biding its time."
"There is one thing that can defeat it," a voice came. Once again, everyone turned. It was Calandria that had spoken. "The staffs of the Cara Fae."
With that, the council went into an uproar. Men were shouting, dwarves were arguing, and the elves were crying out. Gandalf sighed, along with Elrond. But then he turned his eyes to Calandria.
Meanwhile, Merry and Pippin were just looking confused. Frodo was the one to restore order.
"Who are the Cara Fae?" his sweet, piping voice called out. "And what are the staffs?"
The noise gradually died down. Elrond looked at him. "I suppose Frodo, that the best person to tell you about that would be a Cara Fae himself."
"But that's rubbish!" Gimli roared. "Everyone knows that the Cara Fae were just legend."
"No!" one of the elves cried. "The Cara Fae were not legend! They were as real as we are, but they all died millennia ago!"
"You are both sadly mistaken," Calandria said, quietly. "The Cara Fae are still alive, but there are hardly any left."
"How can you be sure of that?" Aragorn asked, curiously.
"I should know," Cala stated. "After all, I am a Cara Fae myself." But, this time, instead of noise and arguing, there was absolute silence.
"That's not possible," Legolas breathed. But in his heart and in the hearts of the others they knew it was true.
"What is a Cara Fae?" Frodo persisted.
Calandria turned towards him. "The Cara Fae are a race of people that have been around since the elder days. Their purpose is to guard and protect the earth. Each would be in charge of a specific element. Those Cara Fae were divided into five clans. They are, Wind, Water, Fire, Earth, and Darkness."
"How many of you are left?" Gimli asked eagerly. "And can you rise up as the legends say and fight-"
"Stop!" Calandria snapped. "There are FIVE of us left! And we can no longer fight like we used to be able to. But that is not what we are supposed to be talking about. The only way to defeat Zakyrian is with the staffs of the Cara Fae."
"I thought they were all destroyed," Gandalf asked.
"No," Calandria whispered. "They are still here, somewhere. There are legends that tell how to find them once again. But I believe the easiest way to find them would be to go to Mordor. Zakyrian is most likely searching for them since they can bring about his demise.
"What guardian are you?" Pippin asked.
Calandria turned towards him. "I am an earth guardian," she said softly. "Or maybe I should say I was."
"Enough of this!" Boromir yelled. "We are to believe and rely on fairy tales to destroy this new evil? I think not!"
"But this is not just your decision, Boromir," Elrond reproved. "What do the rest of you say?"
"Well," Legolas began slowly, "The Cara Fae are real enough, if Calandria is to be believed. Therefore, the staffs must be also."
"We agree with the elf!" Gimli roared for his dwarves.
"It seems to be the wisest choice of action," Aragorn said carefully. "But, who shall search for these staffs, and how shall they find them?"
"I believe Calandria," Gandalf said, simply.
Merry and Pippin both nodded violently. But Frodo wasn't so sure. "How can we know if the staffs still exist? The Cara Fae must have been around for ages. So, how do we know they aren't destroyed."
"I can answer that," Calandria said as she turned towards Frodo. "The staffs are for the Cara Fae, but they were not made by the Cara Fae. They were a gift from the gods, so we could protect Middle Earth and all that is on it."
"I see," Frodo nodded slowly. "But still, how can we get them if they are in Mordor?"
"We will find a way," Aragorn said with a small smile. Frodo was always so down to earth. He had been very cautious since his finger had been bitten off.
The others, including Boromir agreed. A party was to be sent to find the five staffs of the Cara Fae. But who would be sent? That was still a problem.
But, there were two who were ready for a new adventure. "We'll go!" Merry and Pippin chorused together. Elrond's head swiftly turned.
"You will go on another dangerous venture?" he asked them skeptically.
"Yes!" Merry cried. "Of course we are ready for a new adventure!"
Aragorn smiled. "And I will accompany them on this quest."
Legolas hesitated only for an instant. "Once again, my friends," he said, "You have my bow."
Gimli hopped up and brought his axe with him. "I can't let these two young hobbits get in the sort of trouble they got into last time." He smiled.
Gandalf arose. "This quest affects all of Middle Earth once again. I will do all I can to help you."
Frodo watched his friends stand together. "I will help again," he said. "I cannot watch my friends walk away without me."
Boromir frowned. "I will help," he said, "Though I do not like the idea. But Gondor will see it done."
Elrond sighed. "There are only eight, where there used to be nine."
Calandria had been watching. Now, she reached behind her chair and pulled out a beautiful sword, that had an emerald set as the pommel stone. It matched her pendant. "It would be nine once again, if you would allow it," she said quietly.
Elrond watched her. "Very well," he said gently. "The nine of you shall travel to find the staffs."
"We're the Fellowship of the Staffs!" Pippin sang out happily. Merry whacked him, and laughed.
Elrond smiled. "You shall set out from Rivendell in three days time."
To be continued
There! How did you like chapter 4? Next up, they set out on the quest! Thanks for reading. Don't forget to READ AND REVIEW!!
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR, but I do own Calandria. Yay!
Chapter 4
Boromir turned his eyes to Elrond. "Calandria. Rayearth? Who is this person? Why is she here? What purpose-"
"Hold your tongue," Calandria said, scornfully. "All will be made clear in due time. Until then, you will only hear what you need to."
The young woman turned to face the council. "This new evil," she began, "Is much more dangerous than you can comprehend. Sauron was only a servant to this power, he was a copy, a cheap imitation."
Murmurs ran around the council ring, and many looked fearful. Then Legolas spoke. "How can you be so sure of this eminent doom?" he asked. "We have seen signs of a new evil in Mordor, but there has not been any clue as to what is stirring the evil."
Calandria turned her piercing gray-blue eyes on him. Legolas drew back, for a moment, but those eyes seemed to draw him in. They were beautiful, yet sad.
Elrond answered for her. "This evil has a new name. It is Zakyrian which, as many of you know, means 'demon' in elvish. But, other than that, not much is known about it."
Aragorn spoke. "Have spies been sent? Have messengers been sent? What can we do to gain more information?"
"All precautions have been taken," Elrond reassured. "However, we still have extremely little information on this strange presence. We do not know how to defeat it, or where the power is to destroy it. True, it has made no move, but it is biding its time."
"There is one thing that can defeat it," a voice came. Once again, everyone turned. It was Calandria that had spoken. "The staffs of the Cara Fae."
With that, the council went into an uproar. Men were shouting, dwarves were arguing, and the elves were crying out. Gandalf sighed, along with Elrond. But then he turned his eyes to Calandria.
Meanwhile, Merry and Pippin were just looking confused. Frodo was the one to restore order.
"Who are the Cara Fae?" his sweet, piping voice called out. "And what are the staffs?"
The noise gradually died down. Elrond looked at him. "I suppose Frodo, that the best person to tell you about that would be a Cara Fae himself."
"But that's rubbish!" Gimli roared. "Everyone knows that the Cara Fae were just legend."
"No!" one of the elves cried. "The Cara Fae were not legend! They were as real as we are, but they all died millennia ago!"
"You are both sadly mistaken," Calandria said, quietly. "The Cara Fae are still alive, but there are hardly any left."
"How can you be sure of that?" Aragorn asked, curiously.
"I should know," Cala stated. "After all, I am a Cara Fae myself." But, this time, instead of noise and arguing, there was absolute silence.
"That's not possible," Legolas breathed. But in his heart and in the hearts of the others they knew it was true.
"What is a Cara Fae?" Frodo persisted.
Calandria turned towards him. "The Cara Fae are a race of people that have been around since the elder days. Their purpose is to guard and protect the earth. Each would be in charge of a specific element. Those Cara Fae were divided into five clans. They are, Wind, Water, Fire, Earth, and Darkness."
"How many of you are left?" Gimli asked eagerly. "And can you rise up as the legends say and fight-"
"Stop!" Calandria snapped. "There are FIVE of us left! And we can no longer fight like we used to be able to. But that is not what we are supposed to be talking about. The only way to defeat Zakyrian is with the staffs of the Cara Fae."
"I thought they were all destroyed," Gandalf asked.
"No," Calandria whispered. "They are still here, somewhere. There are legends that tell how to find them once again. But I believe the easiest way to find them would be to go to Mordor. Zakyrian is most likely searching for them since they can bring about his demise.
"What guardian are you?" Pippin asked.
Calandria turned towards him. "I am an earth guardian," she said softly. "Or maybe I should say I was."
"Enough of this!" Boromir yelled. "We are to believe and rely on fairy tales to destroy this new evil? I think not!"
"But this is not just your decision, Boromir," Elrond reproved. "What do the rest of you say?"
"Well," Legolas began slowly, "The Cara Fae are real enough, if Calandria is to be believed. Therefore, the staffs must be also."
"We agree with the elf!" Gimli roared for his dwarves.
"It seems to be the wisest choice of action," Aragorn said carefully. "But, who shall search for these staffs, and how shall they find them?"
"I believe Calandria," Gandalf said, simply.
Merry and Pippin both nodded violently. But Frodo wasn't so sure. "How can we know if the staffs still exist? The Cara Fae must have been around for ages. So, how do we know they aren't destroyed."
"I can answer that," Calandria said as she turned towards Frodo. "The staffs are for the Cara Fae, but they were not made by the Cara Fae. They were a gift from the gods, so we could protect Middle Earth and all that is on it."
"I see," Frodo nodded slowly. "But still, how can we get them if they are in Mordor?"
"We will find a way," Aragorn said with a small smile. Frodo was always so down to earth. He had been very cautious since his finger had been bitten off.
The others, including Boromir agreed. A party was to be sent to find the five staffs of the Cara Fae. But who would be sent? That was still a problem.
But, there were two who were ready for a new adventure. "We'll go!" Merry and Pippin chorused together. Elrond's head swiftly turned.
"You will go on another dangerous venture?" he asked them skeptically.
"Yes!" Merry cried. "Of course we are ready for a new adventure!"
Aragorn smiled. "And I will accompany them on this quest."
Legolas hesitated only for an instant. "Once again, my friends," he said, "You have my bow."
Gimli hopped up and brought his axe with him. "I can't let these two young hobbits get in the sort of trouble they got into last time." He smiled.
Gandalf arose. "This quest affects all of Middle Earth once again. I will do all I can to help you."
Frodo watched his friends stand together. "I will help again," he said. "I cannot watch my friends walk away without me."
Boromir frowned. "I will help," he said, "Though I do not like the idea. But Gondor will see it done."
Elrond sighed. "There are only eight, where there used to be nine."
Calandria had been watching. Now, she reached behind her chair and pulled out a beautiful sword, that had an emerald set as the pommel stone. It matched her pendant. "It would be nine once again, if you would allow it," she said quietly.
Elrond watched her. "Very well," he said gently. "The nine of you shall travel to find the staffs."
"We're the Fellowship of the Staffs!" Pippin sang out happily. Merry whacked him, and laughed.
Elrond smiled. "You shall set out from Rivendell in three days time."
To be continued
There! How did you like chapter 4? Next up, they set out on the quest! Thanks for reading. Don't forget to READ AND REVIEW!!
