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Elvish will be bold italic

He surveyed the crowd before him as he stood next to the Party Tree. He had called them to him for a special reason. Tonight, he was going to do something that only his many great -grandfather and namesake, Samwise Gamgee, would ever have the nerve to do.

"My dear Hobbits, today marks the week before the New Year according to the World of Men. On this day, Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee entered the black lands known as Mordor on their quest. A week from now, the New Year will start and the Men will celebrate the destruction of the Ring." Some of them grumbled. He forced himself from fingering the hilt of Sting, an ancient Elven blade. "I have called you here for three things." He continued. "One, is to tell you the truth of that quest. The second is to give you news. The third is a surprise and will conclude this gathering." He cleared his throat. "The most ancient stories of that fateful quest tell us that Mr. Baggins and Mr. Gamgee entered Mordor alone. That is the story that has been written down in history. However, other stories say that Frodo and Sam were accompanied by a guiding spirit. Many believe this to be the wizard, Gandalf the Gray. This may also be true. In fact, it is partly true.

"My family has passed a story down in our family. It is the truth of the quest to destroy the Ring. Frodo and Sam were accompanied by a guide. But this guide was no spirit." He caught movement out of the corner of his eye. "This guide was honor bound and oath bound to help Frodo destroy the Ring. This guide was Frodo Baggins's savior and ultimately the savior of us all." He saw the movement again and saw a figure. They had long black hair and gray eyes, similar to that of the king. They moved and he saw pointed ears. "This guide was not mortal. This guide was an Elf kind. She was one of the High Born Elves from the beginning of time. She followed the Fellowship of the Ring to the Golden Wood far beyond our borders. From there, she joined the Fellowship until Frodo and Sam left so no one would have to die. She followed them and on this day, entered Mordor." He glanced at the figure and noticed they were female. He had to remember to breath. She was the woman who had gone into Mordor with Frodo and Sam. "Her name is Feywen Celebrant, Lady of the Elf House of Celebrant. She is the reason that we live today, in peace.

"But this peace is about to end. The King of Gondor and Arnor has sent me a message through the Tooks. An evil has woken and has made his home in Mordor. Even now, his influence tries to spread north. I have also been informed that there are new creations, monsters that the Men are calling Dark Elves. Captain Peregrin Took and Captain Meriadoc Brandybuck have been advised by their liege lords not to engage these creatures. Captain Took has also been informed and has so informed me that King Aragorn has called Feywen from the Far West in the hope that she can save us." He looked for the woman, but she was gone. "And so, I have referenced articles left to my sire, Samwise Gamgee, by Gandalf. I found that a shield can be placed. This brooch was given to Samwise by Feywen when she departed their Company in Rivendell on the journey home. She told him that attached to this brooch are four spirits of the elements that would serve Sam and his descendents until the end of our days.

"I now call on these spirits to defend the Shire!" Samwise drew Sting. "Bind yourselves with the power of this Elvish Blade, Sting! Found and named by Bilbo Baggins passed to Frodo Baggins passed to Samwise Gamgee at the end of the Third Age! Bind together and protect the Shire and her residents!" Samwise wrapped the leather thong of the brooch to Sting's hilt and then drove Sting into the ground. Gusts of wind tore through the crowd. The torches flared in spite of it. Sand blew into the air and the Hobbits could hear waves in the river. The Hobbits looked at Samwise Gamgee in amazement, no doubt seeing the gardener who had helped Frodo on his quest.

She opened her eyes and saw furs overlapped above her. She felt the scar on her leg throbbing as she looked around. Deciding that she needed a better look, she pulled herself into a sitting position. She felt a little weak, but she could handle it. She leaned against the headboard and looked around the tent. She frowned. It was just as grand as the chief's. Then she remembered that the chief had called her princess. "Glorfindel?" She called softly. She wanted to be away before it got too late.

"I am here, Melamin. What happened while you were in the Shire?" She looked to the side and saw him, worry in his perfect eyes.

"I do not have to explain it to you. You can see it in my face. What happened after I lost consciousness?"

"Estel had you brought here and then sent Rangers to start gathering the refugees. Why are you stronger? Not that I am complaining, but you are usually bedridden." He smiled a certain smile that made her stomach flutter.

"I have decided that what happened in Mordor will not cripple me. Never again will I be a victim to Sauron's evil. Sauron is dead and so is his evil."

"Then what happened after the trial was over?"

"His evil is trying to kill me in other ways. My leg has always been a weak point. So it decided to try to cripple me there. Where is Estel? I need to speak with him."

"He is waiting outside."

"Ask him for provisions. I want to be gone in the morning."

"We are not going anywhere for the week."

"Pardon?"

"We are a week away from the new year. This is the time you are at your weakest."

"I know. The storm at sea delayed us. I was hoping to get here with three months to spare. I wanted to be able to shield the Shire and then make it to Rivendell shield it and then stay there until the new year had come. But because of the storm, we arrived a week before the new year."

"My point exactly. You need to conserve your strength this week. You are always weak after your illness has come."

"No! I am not going to be crippled by this illness! At the end of every year, I am struck down because I let myself be struck down! Not anymore! I will not be struck down by this evil magic!" Glorfindel said nothing while she calmed. "Besides, I can't just sit here while this new evil gains power. The more lives he takes, the more fear he gains, the more power he gains."

"But we are safe here."

"I am not concerned about my safety." Feywen answered. Glorfindel looked at her. "We cannot wait. We must keep going. I need to make the refuges and then I need to find out what this evil is. Is it a man like Sauron used to be? Or is it something else? I am running out of time to find out this information. We must leave in the morning."

"Damn it Feywen!" Glorfindel jumped to his feet from the chair next to her. His eyes no longer showed worry.

"Don't you dare start." She warned, but it was too late.

"You did this with the Ring! You insisted that Frodo needed you with him!"

"And he did. All would have been lost had I not been there to pull him from the shadows." Feywen answered, her voice rising.

"And then you insist on returning to this doomed realm!" Feywen jumped to her feet.

"What would you have me do?" She yelled. "I cannot leave them! Like it or not, I am still part of the World of Men by virtue of my mother! These are my brother's people! I cannot let them die! Besides, where do you think this evil will turn if we fail? It will turn on Valinor! Had we not come, we would have had to fight it in the Undying Lands! I do not want that place to be filled with the violence of this world! I want to return to that peace! But I cannot be at peace until the peoples of Middle Earth are safe!"

"Damn it, Feywen! Can't you think about yourself for once! You are in no shape to fight! Your illness has found the weakest part of your body! You could die facing this evil!"

"Then I will die fighting! I will die protecting these people! My people!"

"The Elves are your people!"

"They are not the only ones! I have people I love here to! You are not the only love I have!" Feywen met Glorfindel's glare with one of her own. She was not going to let him dictate her life. She was the Lady Celebrant. She had a duty to finish what her grandfather started. She had a duty to her family. Not able to stand it any longer, Glorfindel turned from her and stormed out of the tent. Moments later, Estel walked in. Feywen was still standing where Glorfindel had left her.

"Princess, I am glad to see that you are well."

"Prepare a horse and provisions for one." She commanded and strode toward her bag. Any evidence that her leg was weak was gone.

"The sun is about to set."

"I know."

"But he is your husband."

"He doesn't understand. He thinks that this evil will be waiting for me, with the same power it has now, when the new year comes. It won't. The more time I sit and do nothing, the stronger it gets. He wants me to stay until my illness has passed. But I will not. I am not going to be crippled by Sauron's magic. Please, prepare the horse and give me provisions. I have a long way to go." Estel nodded and left the tent. Feywen belted on Nardin and then slung Nardil and her children over her cloak. It was the cloak Galadriel had given the Fellowship when they left Lórien on their quest to destroy the Ring. It would hide her from Glorfindel. But she doubted that he would be watching the tent.

She drew the hood over her head and snuffed the candle next to her bed. Estel was waiting for her. He guided her into the woods and away from the camp. They traveled in silence until they reached a clearing with two horses. She looked at him. Then she noticed the second Ranger. "This is Silvan. He will be going with you as protection. I know how a weakness can hit at any moment. Without help, one dies at the critical moment."

"Princess," Silvan bowed.

"Silvan, and Estel, I prefer to be called by my name. I am not much for titles unless they are necessary. I am no princess. I am an Elf Lady of the House of Celebrant. I am the Lady Celebrant. But when nobility is not around, I prefer my name, Feywen."

"As you wish, Feywen." The men said together. Silvan busied himself with readying the horses.

"Glorfindel is not to know that I have gone on with my quest. Let him think that I have gone off to be alone. He will know where I have gone in due time. Please do not kill him. He may have angered me tonight, but he is my husband and I love him."

"Do not worry, Feywen. I am sure he will see your side of the issue when he is ready to listen."

"Thank you, Estel. You have been nothing but kind to me. I am thankful. Do not let the king know that I have arrived. I do not want my presence hindered by an unfortunate accident."

"I understand. Travel safely." She gave him a quick hug and then mounted the horse. She nodded to Silvan and the two rode off. Estel watched them a moment more before returning to camp. He was prone to wandering the forest at night. No one would think it odd of him. Just as no one would think it odd that Silvan had disappeared. The boy was always off patrolling and normally took a second horse in case there was an injured person. Feywen was in safe hands.

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