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It was silent, as it always was. But he was patient. He could wait. He was gathering his power, little by little, trying to force it to come to him once again. Erebus wouldn't know. Not if he was careful enough. He was careful not to move, not to open his eyes or lick his lips. He wouldn't allow himself any movement that would alert Erebus of what he was doing. Soon. Soon he would see his son for the first time. Soon the starlight would find his eyes again.
Yes. Erebus won't know. The dark lord is too busy searching for the ring that has been found.
Soon I will be freed. Soon.
Soon, Caleb.
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Ril stood silent, his eyes watching Glorfindel with an ageless wisdom. Glorfindel's eyes rested on him, silver eyes locking with cream ones.
"You knew." His voice was aghast. "You knew what was happening then and you know what is happening now. Don't you?" Ril didn't move. "Cousin, you must speak of what you know."
"Do you not know already?" Ril asked softly, crossing his arms as he examined the elf lord.
"I know what I think. Only you know what is going on."
"Nay, Gil-Galad. It is not only I who know. The Valar know as do the half- elf."
"You mean Caleb?" Ril only shrugged slightly. Apparently Elrond couldn't take much of being ignored because he suddenly jumped up and whipped Glorfindel around to face him.
"Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?"
"It is not my place to tell." Ril announced.
"That's all good and well, but he can." Elrond announced determinedly, staring at Glorfindel. Glorfindel sighed and crossed his arms.
"How can I explain it? I believe....I do not know for sure, but...I believe that a tree of light is trying to take over Jack's body." The usual cool demeanor which Elrond conducted himself with disappeared.
"What?" His voice was strained and wispy. "That is not possible."
"Not impossible. There are very few things impossible in the world." Ril announced his eyes locked on the stars above. For a moment the two elves stared at the Maane.
"The fact that you know more then me is growing increasing annoying." Glorfindel growled, leaning against the railing. "Jack told me she felt like there was something inside her, not one of the Valar. And whatever this thing was, it was hurting her. I have been with her when she goes into these....periods when she acts- not like herself. Something feels off, almost as if her essence has been replaced. Each time she remarks about my eyes, which bear the same color of Telperion. That is why I think Laurelin is inside Jack. But why? Why is a tree trying to take over a human's body? I don't understand it."
"If what you suspect is true....do you think that is what has given her extended life?"
"Perhaps. I hadn't thought of that." Glorfindel reasoned darkly. The thought of Jack dying bothered him greatly. He had been closer-years closer- to other humans and still the idea of their deaths did not bother him as the idea of Jack's did. The more he thought of gray scarring the raven hair of Jack the more uncomfortable he grew.
"I think the obvious way to achieve some answers is through Jack. She may have some idea of what's going on." Elrond announced, interrupting the elf's brooding thoughts. Glorfindel kicked off the railing and straightened himself.
"Yes, and perhaps," silver eyes shot his cousin a glare, "she will be willing to share."
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Aragil watched his nephew and cousin leave.
"They mad at us, brother?" He asked as he floated up to Ril.
"No, Aragil." Ril ruffled the younger brother's hair, smiling as Aragil purred slightly. "They are simply pouting."
"But I thought grown-ups aren't suppose to pout." Ril's face broke out into a rare smile.
"They aren't."
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Haldir steamed on his horse. His gray eyes glared into the back of Caleb. As was his way, the elven Prince was clad in a dark purple cloak, so dark it was almost black, and Haldir had spent the last half-hour glaring at it. In the sixty-five years that had passed Haldir had more or less accepted Caleb as Prince, and would serve him just as loyally as he served the Lord and Lady of the Golden Woods. But to make him leave his post at such a crucial time? It was unforgivable.
Haldir had no doubt that his men could handle it without him, he had been the one to train them, after all, but it still upset him greatly to be forced to leave it. He had kept his distance from Caleb, for the main reason that something about the boy made him feel like he had snot on his shirt. It was a rare thing that Haldir felt humble to another being, or at least humble to a being he didn't feel was quite deserving of his humility.
Another problem was one Haldir had found early in the first ten years. The marchwarden found it hard to look away from the youth. Every where Caleb went, every time he entered the room, every time he walked the Wood's borders Haldir's eyes would follow him, evaluating every step, wondering what the thoughts were behind each one.
It didn't hurt that the Prince was blindingly beautiful. Even for an elf his distinct beauty was rare. All in all it made Haldir nervous, very nervous. And if there was one thing he hated, it was feeling unsure of himself. So here he was, trapped as an escort to the newly found son of Finrod. Truth be told, since his Lord and Lady declined the kingship, Caleb was the King of all Elves in Middle-earth; if he choose to invoke that title it most likely would be given.
Gripping his reins tighter, Haldir grumbled to himself. He wasn't going to enjoy this at all.
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Caleb sighed to himself as he felt the heated gaze of the Marchwarden burning into his back. That man, Caleb thought as he readjusted himself in his saddle, is a very unhappy camper. Rivendell was still at least a week's ride away, even holding the quick pace that they were.
A week full of the company of Haldir. Joyous. The elf made him nervous, very nervous. No matter where Caleb went he felt the piercing grey eyes of the Marchwarden following him. He shook his head, running a hand through his raven hair. He had kept it short, much to the objection of his Aunt. Suddenly Caleb stilled, his eyes widening as a thought overrode his senses. It assaulted him from all angels and filled him to the depths of his very being.
'Soon, Caleb.'
That kind of sense penetration was too much for the vision exhausted half- elf to handle. Without a sound he collapsed from his saddle.
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Haldir let out a cry as Caleb hit the bush. Leaping off his horse he was at the fallen Prince's side in an instant. With a grunt Haldir pulled the half- elf from the bushes and laid him out before him. Gently running his hands down the Prince's body, he sighed when he found no wounds. Sensing no danger, he replaced his bow on his horse's saddle and returned to the downed boy.
Haldir stared down at the sleeping lad. Once again, he was staring down onto the unguarded face of Caleb Felagund. His eyes wondered over the face, wondering for the millionth time what secrets of the future the boy held. Shaking himself of the thought, he reached down and lifted the boy up. Caleb would just have to ride with him.
He climbed up behind the Prince, allowing Caleb's body to rest against his chest and nudged his horse forward. He barely had to nod at Caleb's mount to get it to follow.
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"-no idea what I'm going to do now." I finished darkly. Rinvil nodded and leaned back. I had just ended a long rant about how powerful Goldy was becoming, and of the dream I couldn't remember.
"Well," Rinvil drew his dagger out and fiddled with it. "we have a problem."
"No shit, Sherlock." I agreed dryly. Rinvil ignored me. "Any ideas?"
"Actually, I have one."
"About what?"
"Maybe I can go in, like what you did to me earlier, and see if I can view the dream." I frowned, that could be seriously dangerous. What if she somehow attacked him?
'I'm willing to take that risk.' I sighed.
'Rinvil, how many times I have told you not to read my mind?'
'3,456.'
I rolled my eyes. 'You do not have an exact count.'
'Yes, I do.' I sat in silence, reaching out to see if he was lying. After a moment I shook my head.
'You have way too much time on your hands.'
'I know. So will you let me try? That dream could hold information we could use against her. Anyway, something happened in that dream, that's why she's covering it up by erasing it. Right?'
'Yeah,' I leaned back against the bedpost, 'you're probably right. But I'd feel safer if we had Josh with us.'
'Fair enough. I'll call.' Half a second had passed before Rinvil groaned and opened his eyes. 'He's with Arwen. You don't know what kind of thoughts I heard.' He shuddered for effect.
'If he's with Arwen then let's just leave him alone. Did he sense you?'
'Naw. But we need to do this, Jack.' Rinvil's mental voice was underlined with seriousness.
'I know, I know. Any ideas on how to do this?'
'I have some idea.' I eyed him wearily. Normally when Rinvil said he had 'some idea', it meant either he did know a bit or else he was planning on bullshitting his way through it. 'Close your eyes and calm your mind. Keep the link open and clear.'
'You make me brain dead and I kill you.' I announced as I closed my eyes. Rinvil snorted before reprimanding me.
'Concentrate.'
'I am, I am.' Rinvil's presence filled my mind. I felt him gently part my thoughts, slipping through the different levels of my mind. This has got to be the weirdest feeling ever. It felt like Rinvil was swimming through my mind, parting thoughts like water as he went deeper. I shifted uncomfortably. None of us had ever been so far into another person's mind, even if we were bonded together. I winced as Rinvil reached down deeper, pulling the memory of the dream to the surface.
'I am never doing this again.' I thought darkly when nausea erupted. It intensified as Rinvil pulled at the memory, trying to free it from the golden goo-like substance that held it down. My guess was that the goo was what was keeping me from remembering.
But come on? Who has goo in their heads? Someone tell me that's a metaphorical image. Fucking Valar. Make me even more abnormal, why don't you? There was a dull pain and a triumphant cry from Rinvil.
'Got it!' I closed my eyes, wincing as the pain became sharper and more defined. 'Just think about it and it should open for you, too-Jack?'
"Ow." I managed out loud. "Something's wrong." The pain grew stronger, radiating outwards like waves. It combined with the nausea to create a very uncomfortable effect.
"Jack?" Rinvil's firm hands gripped my shoulders as I swayed on the bed. This might not have been the best idea. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with the sensation of Goldy. Her giggle echoed in my ears.
'Gotcha.'
Then a golden flash overwhelmed my senses.
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The Family trees so far according to me-Draw it if you want it to be actually clear. You'll find most every main character is related to each other.
We're going to follow the line of Finwe through his second wife, Indis. They had two twin sons, Fingolfin and Finarfin.
Fingolfin-He is the elder twin; it is unknown whom he married. He had two sons, Fingon and Turgon. And one daughter, Aredhel. Who Fingon married is unknown, but he is the father of Gil-galad Ereinion (Glorfindel). Turgon married Elenwe (who dies) and through her has a daughter, Indril. He has a lover (N/A) and has Ril and Aragil. Aredhel married Eol and had Maeglin. So Gil-galad, Ril, Aragil and Maeglin are cousins. Everyone save Gil-galad (remember Ril and Aragil are Maane) are dead on Fingolfin's side. Celebrian and Caleb are Gil-galad's second cousins and Galadriel is his second Aunt.
Finarfin-Is the younger twin. He marries Earwen and has five children. Two of which are alive in my story. Finrod Felagund, Orodreth, Angrod, Aegnor, and Galadriel. Finrod is lover to Shirley, which brings Caleb into the world, making him Galadriel's niece, Celebrian his cousin and Gil-galad his second Cousin. It is unknown who Orodreth marries, but he as a daughter named Finduilas who perishes before she can have children. Angrod and Aegnor unwed. Galadriel marries Celeborn and they have Celebrian. Celebrian marries Elrond and gives birth to Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen. After being captured by orcs and tortured, Celebrian flees into the West, so she never meets Caleb.
Elrond's twin brother is Elros, who started the line of NĂºmenor Kings. Of which Aragorn is descended from. Arwen marries Aragorn and boom, most people are somehow related in this story.
I'll give you all a big plot clue. If ya wanna guess, scroll down. Don't read if you don't want to know.
Rinvil belongs somewhere on the tree of Finwe. Oh Plot twists!!!!
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It was silent, as it always was. But he was patient. He could wait. He was gathering his power, little by little, trying to force it to come to him once again. Erebus wouldn't know. Not if he was careful enough. He was careful not to move, not to open his eyes or lick his lips. He wouldn't allow himself any movement that would alert Erebus of what he was doing. Soon. Soon he would see his son for the first time. Soon the starlight would find his eyes again.
Yes. Erebus won't know. The dark lord is too busy searching for the ring that has been found.
Soon I will be freed. Soon.
Soon, Caleb.
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Ril stood silent, his eyes watching Glorfindel with an ageless wisdom. Glorfindel's eyes rested on him, silver eyes locking with cream ones.
"You knew." His voice was aghast. "You knew what was happening then and you know what is happening now. Don't you?" Ril didn't move. "Cousin, you must speak of what you know."
"Do you not know already?" Ril asked softly, crossing his arms as he examined the elf lord.
"I know what I think. Only you know what is going on."
"Nay, Gil-Galad. It is not only I who know. The Valar know as do the half- elf."
"You mean Caleb?" Ril only shrugged slightly. Apparently Elrond couldn't take much of being ignored because he suddenly jumped up and whipped Glorfindel around to face him.
"Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?"
"It is not my place to tell." Ril announced.
"That's all good and well, but he can." Elrond announced determinedly, staring at Glorfindel. Glorfindel sighed and crossed his arms.
"How can I explain it? I believe....I do not know for sure, but...I believe that a tree of light is trying to take over Jack's body." The usual cool demeanor which Elrond conducted himself with disappeared.
"What?" His voice was strained and wispy. "That is not possible."
"Not impossible. There are very few things impossible in the world." Ril announced his eyes locked on the stars above. For a moment the two elves stared at the Maane.
"The fact that you know more then me is growing increasing annoying." Glorfindel growled, leaning against the railing. "Jack told me she felt like there was something inside her, not one of the Valar. And whatever this thing was, it was hurting her. I have been with her when she goes into these....periods when she acts- not like herself. Something feels off, almost as if her essence has been replaced. Each time she remarks about my eyes, which bear the same color of Telperion. That is why I think Laurelin is inside Jack. But why? Why is a tree trying to take over a human's body? I don't understand it."
"If what you suspect is true....do you think that is what has given her extended life?"
"Perhaps. I hadn't thought of that." Glorfindel reasoned darkly. The thought of Jack dying bothered him greatly. He had been closer-years closer- to other humans and still the idea of their deaths did not bother him as the idea of Jack's did. The more he thought of gray scarring the raven hair of Jack the more uncomfortable he grew.
"I think the obvious way to achieve some answers is through Jack. She may have some idea of what's going on." Elrond announced, interrupting the elf's brooding thoughts. Glorfindel kicked off the railing and straightened himself.
"Yes, and perhaps," silver eyes shot his cousin a glare, "she will be willing to share."
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Aragil watched his nephew and cousin leave.
"They mad at us, brother?" He asked as he floated up to Ril.
"No, Aragil." Ril ruffled the younger brother's hair, smiling as Aragil purred slightly. "They are simply pouting."
"But I thought grown-ups aren't suppose to pout." Ril's face broke out into a rare smile.
"They aren't."
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Haldir steamed on his horse. His gray eyes glared into the back of Caleb. As was his way, the elven Prince was clad in a dark purple cloak, so dark it was almost black, and Haldir had spent the last half-hour glaring at it. In the sixty-five years that had passed Haldir had more or less accepted Caleb as Prince, and would serve him just as loyally as he served the Lord and Lady of the Golden Woods. But to make him leave his post at such a crucial time? It was unforgivable.
Haldir had no doubt that his men could handle it without him, he had been the one to train them, after all, but it still upset him greatly to be forced to leave it. He had kept his distance from Caleb, for the main reason that something about the boy made him feel like he had snot on his shirt. It was a rare thing that Haldir felt humble to another being, or at least humble to a being he didn't feel was quite deserving of his humility.
Another problem was one Haldir had found early in the first ten years. The marchwarden found it hard to look away from the youth. Every where Caleb went, every time he entered the room, every time he walked the Wood's borders Haldir's eyes would follow him, evaluating every step, wondering what the thoughts were behind each one.
It didn't hurt that the Prince was blindingly beautiful. Even for an elf his distinct beauty was rare. All in all it made Haldir nervous, very nervous. And if there was one thing he hated, it was feeling unsure of himself. So here he was, trapped as an escort to the newly found son of Finrod. Truth be told, since his Lord and Lady declined the kingship, Caleb was the King of all Elves in Middle-earth; if he choose to invoke that title it most likely would be given.
Gripping his reins tighter, Haldir grumbled to himself. He wasn't going to enjoy this at all.
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Caleb sighed to himself as he felt the heated gaze of the Marchwarden burning into his back. That man, Caleb thought as he readjusted himself in his saddle, is a very unhappy camper. Rivendell was still at least a week's ride away, even holding the quick pace that they were.
A week full of the company of Haldir. Joyous. The elf made him nervous, very nervous. No matter where Caleb went he felt the piercing grey eyes of the Marchwarden following him. He shook his head, running a hand through his raven hair. He had kept it short, much to the objection of his Aunt. Suddenly Caleb stilled, his eyes widening as a thought overrode his senses. It assaulted him from all angels and filled him to the depths of his very being.
'Soon, Caleb.'
That kind of sense penetration was too much for the vision exhausted half- elf to handle. Without a sound he collapsed from his saddle.
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Haldir let out a cry as Caleb hit the bush. Leaping off his horse he was at the fallen Prince's side in an instant. With a grunt Haldir pulled the half- elf from the bushes and laid him out before him. Gently running his hands down the Prince's body, he sighed when he found no wounds. Sensing no danger, he replaced his bow on his horse's saddle and returned to the downed boy.
Haldir stared down at the sleeping lad. Once again, he was staring down onto the unguarded face of Caleb Felagund. His eyes wondered over the face, wondering for the millionth time what secrets of the future the boy held. Shaking himself of the thought, he reached down and lifted the boy up. Caleb would just have to ride with him.
He climbed up behind the Prince, allowing Caleb's body to rest against his chest and nudged his horse forward. He barely had to nod at Caleb's mount to get it to follow.
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"-no idea what I'm going to do now." I finished darkly. Rinvil nodded and leaned back. I had just ended a long rant about how powerful Goldy was becoming, and of the dream I couldn't remember.
"Well," Rinvil drew his dagger out and fiddled with it. "we have a problem."
"No shit, Sherlock." I agreed dryly. Rinvil ignored me. "Any ideas?"
"Actually, I have one."
"About what?"
"Maybe I can go in, like what you did to me earlier, and see if I can view the dream." I frowned, that could be seriously dangerous. What if she somehow attacked him?
'I'm willing to take that risk.' I sighed.
'Rinvil, how many times I have told you not to read my mind?'
'3,456.'
I rolled my eyes. 'You do not have an exact count.'
'Yes, I do.' I sat in silence, reaching out to see if he was lying. After a moment I shook my head.
'You have way too much time on your hands.'
'I know. So will you let me try? That dream could hold information we could use against her. Anyway, something happened in that dream, that's why she's covering it up by erasing it. Right?'
'Yeah,' I leaned back against the bedpost, 'you're probably right. But I'd feel safer if we had Josh with us.'
'Fair enough. I'll call.' Half a second had passed before Rinvil groaned and opened his eyes. 'He's with Arwen. You don't know what kind of thoughts I heard.' He shuddered for effect.
'If he's with Arwen then let's just leave him alone. Did he sense you?'
'Naw. But we need to do this, Jack.' Rinvil's mental voice was underlined with seriousness.
'I know, I know. Any ideas on how to do this?'
'I have some idea.' I eyed him wearily. Normally when Rinvil said he had 'some idea', it meant either he did know a bit or else he was planning on bullshitting his way through it. 'Close your eyes and calm your mind. Keep the link open and clear.'
'You make me brain dead and I kill you.' I announced as I closed my eyes. Rinvil snorted before reprimanding me.
'Concentrate.'
'I am, I am.' Rinvil's presence filled my mind. I felt him gently part my thoughts, slipping through the different levels of my mind. This has got to be the weirdest feeling ever. It felt like Rinvil was swimming through my mind, parting thoughts like water as he went deeper. I shifted uncomfortably. None of us had ever been so far into another person's mind, even if we were bonded together. I winced as Rinvil reached down deeper, pulling the memory of the dream to the surface.
'I am never doing this again.' I thought darkly when nausea erupted. It intensified as Rinvil pulled at the memory, trying to free it from the golden goo-like substance that held it down. My guess was that the goo was what was keeping me from remembering.
But come on? Who has goo in their heads? Someone tell me that's a metaphorical image. Fucking Valar. Make me even more abnormal, why don't you? There was a dull pain and a triumphant cry from Rinvil.
'Got it!' I closed my eyes, wincing as the pain became sharper and more defined. 'Just think about it and it should open for you, too-Jack?'
"Ow." I managed out loud. "Something's wrong." The pain grew stronger, radiating outwards like waves. It combined with the nausea to create a very uncomfortable effect.
"Jack?" Rinvil's firm hands gripped my shoulders as I swayed on the bed. This might not have been the best idea. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with the sensation of Goldy. Her giggle echoed in my ears.
'Gotcha.'
Then a golden flash overwhelmed my senses.
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The Family trees so far according to me-Draw it if you want it to be actually clear. You'll find most every main character is related to each other.
We're going to follow the line of Finwe through his second wife, Indis. They had two twin sons, Fingolfin and Finarfin.
Fingolfin-He is the elder twin; it is unknown whom he married. He had two sons, Fingon and Turgon. And one daughter, Aredhel. Who Fingon married is unknown, but he is the father of Gil-galad Ereinion (Glorfindel). Turgon married Elenwe (who dies) and through her has a daughter, Indril. He has a lover (N/A) and has Ril and Aragil. Aredhel married Eol and had Maeglin. So Gil-galad, Ril, Aragil and Maeglin are cousins. Everyone save Gil-galad (remember Ril and Aragil are Maane) are dead on Fingolfin's side. Celebrian and Caleb are Gil-galad's second cousins and Galadriel is his second Aunt.
Finarfin-Is the younger twin. He marries Earwen and has five children. Two of which are alive in my story. Finrod Felagund, Orodreth, Angrod, Aegnor, and Galadriel. Finrod is lover to Shirley, which brings Caleb into the world, making him Galadriel's niece, Celebrian his cousin and Gil-galad his second Cousin. It is unknown who Orodreth marries, but he as a daughter named Finduilas who perishes before she can have children. Angrod and Aegnor unwed. Galadriel marries Celeborn and they have Celebrian. Celebrian marries Elrond and gives birth to Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen. After being captured by orcs and tortured, Celebrian flees into the West, so she never meets Caleb.
Elrond's twin brother is Elros, who started the line of NĂºmenor Kings. Of which Aragorn is descended from. Arwen marries Aragorn and boom, most people are somehow related in this story.
I'll give you all a big plot clue. If ya wanna guess, scroll down. Don't read if you don't want to know.
Rinvil belongs somewhere on the tree of Finwe. Oh Plot twists!!!!
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