Ok so it's been a good year... maybe two since I last updated this. I happened across the rest of the second book and the beginning of the third when I was cleaning out my docs folder this morning. Thought I'd start publishing again, can't promise that I will write any new material however, as I'm about to start my last paper for my MA. We'll see what happens though. lol Never say never. Anyways, enjoy.
-Rin
PS: I am not taking as much care over these as before thanks to time constraints. Also, the note from chapter 10 still holds true, I am still sick - just never got better. Learned to live with it instead.
Character List:
1. Harry Potter : Calenur Gryffindor (Sindarin meaning: Green Fire)
2. Ron Weasley: Rostaen Marauder (Sindarin meaning: Red haired, long and thin)
3. Draco Malfoy: Luinglîn Slytherin (Sindarin meaning: Blue Glint)
4. Neville Longbottom: Torion Pendragon (Sindarin meaning: Son of Forest)
5. Fred Weasley: Arveldir Marauder (Sindarin meaning: Royal Friend)
6. George Weasley: Baimeldir Marauder (Sindarin meaning: Fair Friend)
7. Ginny Weasley: Noriel Marauder (Sindarin meaning: Daughter of Fire)
8. Hermione Granger: Amariel Ravenclaw (Sindarin meaning: Earthly)
Sons of the Summons Book 2 – Entulil
Destiny's Demand
A few hours had passed following Gandalf's swift departure and a steady sense of urgency had filled the air around them, yet the spirits of the Nahámionr remained strangely high. Their possessions packed, they began to tend to their horses, ready for the long trip which would lead them to the fortress carved into the cliff face at helms deep.
"Time to get packed up me thinks. Now Calenur, if you don't drink all of this it won't do you a blind bit of good, and I am not making it again." Torion clucked much to the amusement of his two new helpers; Calenur looked up at them sourly then back down at the goblet in his hand. He could no longer afford the time it would take for him to heal naturally and so Torion had taken Calenur's welfare into his own hands - much to the amusement of his companions.
"I would rather this wasn't necessary." Calenur grumbled, pulling a chuckle from Noriel and Amariel.
"Then you shouldn't have been so careless." Amariel told him in no uncertain terms. "Come on, drink up!" Before he could down the nasty concoction however, a silvery head of platinum blond hair caught the corner of his eye. Sizing his chance to delay his torture, Calenur swung round, much to Torion's displeasure, and grabbed the sleeve of Luinglîn's white shirt.
"Can I speak to you for a moment?" Calenur asked seriously. One of Luinglîn's eyebrows shot into his hairline as he eyed the goblet in Calenur's hand, the green eyed Nahámion followed his friends gaze, sniffed slightly, then looked back up at the snake. "Oh alright then!" He groaned, tossing the contents of the cup down his throat. He had to struggle not to gag but succeeded after a few moments, after which he handed the empty goblet back to the healer while shooting a nasty look.
"My work is done." Torion proclaimed striding away into the nearby stables with the two woman hot on his heels, pretending that he hadn't noticed the daggers being thrown at his back by his ungrateful patient.
Luinglîn looked down at Calenur who continued to sit on the wall of the King's hall as the potion began to do it's work. He sighed after a moment and sat down beside his leader, Luinglîn knew what Calenur wanted to know, it was unnecessary for the green eyed wizard to ask.
"It was a vision of Saruman and Gríma at Orthanc. Saruman has learned of Aragorn through the ring that Gríma saw on his finger." The silver haired man was cut off as his companion cursed sharply, he paused a moment to let Calenur voice is disquiet.
"That is unfortunate but I sense you know more." Calenur did not disappoint, Luinglîn mused running his hand through his pale hair before letting it drop limply to his side and sitting down beside the black haired man.
"I saw two other things, neither of them good." He paused again before speaking in a lower tone. "Frodo and Sam travel closer to Mordor by the hour, led now by the creature Gollum who seems to have lost much of his former corruption from being in the presence of Frodo. It will take little to change that however." He did not say more about that and instead rushed to continue. "I also witnessed a brief glimpse of the future rather then the present. Gríma will predict Rohan's flight and it is to Helms Deep that the armies of Isengard will march, our path will not be without peril. Saruman will send an attack to ambush the travellers when they are most venerable , I don't know what form it will take but it will come. The wizard has new weapons too, things that resemble medieval muggle war contraptions stood in front of Saruman. They scream be wary of flame." Calenur sucked in a breath as Luinglîn finished.
"Explosives….." The black haired man commented. "Is there more?" He asked casting a glance at Luinglîn but the silver haired man shook his head.
"No, I will tell you if I see anything more." He said, Calenur nodded and watched as the blond man walked away sullenly. Calenur's body would be healed in but another few minutes and then, he smiled to himself, he could finally get up.
"Alright Calenur, we thought it'd be a little much to drag five of them about with you.." Arveldir began caressing the parchment in his hands lovingly.
"So we combined all of them into one…" Baimeldir continued
"For easy storage and added extra protection." Arveldir finished handing the map over into Calenur's hands.
"Same password." They chuckled together as Calenur held his wand tip on the thick parchment.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Calenur spoke clearly, in English, much to the bewilderment of the fellowship who stood off to the side. The ink started where Calenur's wand touched the paper, and spread out, filling in apparently invisible designs which came together to form a map of middle earth. Nothing special about it…. except for the moving city icons and army markers.
Calenur grinned as he looked at it and placed his wand on top of the small icon labelled 'Edoras'. The map immediately unveiled a hidden flap which unfolded to reveal a detailed map of the city and many ink footsteps travelling round in a hurry, their names printed beside the dots. Calenur quickly located his position and that of the King who was still inside his hall.
"What kind of witchcraft is this?" Legolas asked in both awe and fear. Calenur's smile widened slightly as he handed the map to Luinglîn so that the Slytherin could approve it for himself.
"It has just become our most valuable tool. That my friend, is a Marauder's Map." It took Calenur the best part of ten minutes to explain the map, where it came from and what it did. By the time he had finished, his horse stood beside him having being led over by Torion along with the others.
"Shall we be going then?" The healer inquired hauling himself up onto his horse. Amariel and Noriel stood beside him already mounted on their mares, Rowena and Lily respectively. Calenur pulled himself up onto Godric's back after shrinking the map and placing it into an old looking locket he kept tied round his neck.
"We shall." He answered as the others followed his lead and he saw the king exit his hall.
"Calenur," He turned his head upon hearing Amariel's call. "I would speak with you." She said leaving no room for argument. He replied by inclining his head towards both the females who were looking at him expectantly.
"What is it?" he asked dropping behind the others as they travelled out through the gates of Edoras.
"We must leave you for a time, we will meet you at Helm's Deep." Amariel told him, Calenur choked.
"Where will you go?" He asked Noriel frowned at him.
"To Fangorn's boarder with Orthanc." She told him, he flinched.
"Sorry, it's my job to ask questions." He said frowning at them, they just smiled back teasingly. "Go if you wish but don't make me worry." he told them unhappily, he didn't want them to go alone yet he knew his hands were tied with the coming attack. Sending them to Orthanc would keep them out of the immediate threat of the danger the others would face, he couldn't even send one of the others with them because the Rohirrim needed all the protection and help it could get. Not for the first time that day, Calenur found himself cursing Théoden and the man's decision subconsciously. When caught in that train of thought, he had to mentally slap himself.
"We'll see you soon" Noriel said giving him a look before nudging Lily, her horse, in the sides sharply with her heels. Amariel soon followed on Rowena.
"We will return before Isengard empties.." Were her parting words to him and he found them to be cold comfort.
"Be safe." He whispered after them on the wind, so absorbed was he in watching the two females he neglected to notice that a certain elf was doing the same.
"Calenur!" a sharp call from Luinglîn promptly woke him as he was beckoned to the front of the wave.
"Coming!" he shouted back waving his had to show he had heard. He gave the retreating forms of his friend's one last look before spurring his own horse into a trot; Godric followed his command and brought the Nahámion into line with the others and King Théoden.
"Let us be going then. " He said to the king who nodded and lead his party out of Edoras to begin the journey to Helms Deep.
"In fact, they are so alike in form and appearance that they are often mistaken for dwarf men, this of course gives rise to the belief that there are no dwarf women and that dwarves simply spring out of holes in the ground…. Which is of course ridiculous." As Éowyn began to laugh the horse suddenly stirred and bucked the dwarf off. Gimli fell to the ground with a loud thump and Calenur failed to hold back a spurt of laughter.
"Calenur, I have never heard you speak of Nahámionr woman." Théoden said from somewhere to his left. Calenur scowled and looked up at Luinglîn who looked back with a smirk that clearly said, 'you're on your own.'
"You have met the only ones that exist. Amariel Ravenclaw and Noriel Marauder." He replied as he pictured Hermione and Ginny in his mind's eye.
"So you have a family then?" The King of Rohan asked. Calenur shook his head slightly.
"That's a complicated question." He said dismissing it. The king frowned at the enigmatic man but let the subject drop and Calenur was glad for it as he was still trying to sort out his feelings for the red-head.
"What's on your mind Calenur?" His head shot up to Luinglîn who was looking at him with a concerned expression on his face. Calenur shook his head and turned away urging Godric into a trot, he would head to the front to scout and hopefully sort his feelings out as well.
"'Why', is a loaded question." Mandos muttered to himself as he swept though his halls in Valinor. Before the dais upon which the Vala paced so rigorously stood a man with lank, greasy, jet black hair and a long hooked nose. If these two features alone were not enough to distinguish him from any crowd then his pale, almost sickly skin and beady black eyes finished the picture. Severus Snape had changed very little appearance wise in two thousand years.
"If you'll excuse me my liege but 'why' is the question I feel must be asked in these circumstances." the black haired man sneered with his characteristic drawl. Mandos abruptly stopped pacing and turned to face Snape with a dangerous snap.
"I saved your kin and your miserable life. Don't speak to me in such a manner!" He pressed pointedly. Snape suppressed a sneer and simply settled for a neutral expression, he found that this was safest at such times.
"Forgive me my lord, I am simply concerned. I can feel the bind that Potter forged weakening. We all can. Just as we see more souls arrive here every year, almost two thirds of the sealing souls have arrived on these shores." Snape stated his case firmly and plainly. Mandos sighed with weariness and sat down upon his onyx throne in the middle of the dais.
"The Mortuus Signum is functioning as it was designed to do." The vala said while heaving a deep breath in silent contemplation. "However, it is not a seal which was ever intended to last. It began with the creator, a pure soul aided by others. The very nature of the seal forces that purity to absorb the darkness but in doing so, the purity is consumed by it." Mandos stood and began to pace back and forth like a demented shadow once again while Snape's sharp mind worked around the problem he had been presented with.
"The purity was Potter's soul; it was corrupted by the darkness it swallowed…" Snape mused after 5 full minutes of silence. Mandos stopped again and turned his back to the former wizard.
"Yes, it is exactly that which makes the 'why' you asked of me so difficult to answer." Snape looked at the Vala before him.
"I asked you why Potter was sent from these shores and why you offered to help us at all. Since I was released from the seal I have found many of my questions to be lacking answers. Forgive me my lord but I find this news most… disturbing."
"I sent Calenur away… Severus, because as with all users of the Mortuus Signum he became it's focus. The nearer that focus stays to the crypt of the seal, which is kept here in these halls, the faster it falls to that which it shut away. When the 'purity' is finally consumed by the 'corrupt' the seal will release and all that was hidden away, will be real once more."
"That can't be true!" Snape exclaimed in outrage and with a certain amount of fear. Mandos forever young face took on the graver look of an age old man and he fell silent for a few moments to study the wizard in front of him.
"I slowed the process as much as I could by putting 'Harry' to sleep within Calenur and planting a new light inside the empty shell which remained. Now however, as more sealing souls are released, the seal weakens and 'Harry' fights to wake." another pause saw Snape's expression return to normal but his eyes were quickly drawn to the wall behind the Vala upon which ruins were engraved around a black swirling abyss. The Mortuus Signum lived within these very halls.
"And now, Harry has awoken…" Snape began but Mandos cut him off sharply with a sigh.
"There is no stopping it... the end has begun."
The Boromir Chronicles: Final
Talking about meaningless little matters. Meaningless little matters which held no importance in the grand scheme of things. Still it was progress. Boromir mused to himself as he conversed with the Elven Lord who had finally given in enough to acknowledge him. They sat in the library most days conversing about anything and everything. It had been a full week since Elrond had given in and invited the man into his study. By that point the Gondorian Captain had been too weary to refuse but so far they had not broached the topic which weighed most heavily on both their minds.
Over the last few days the topic had at least turned to something related. Boromir had explained in detail his adventures with the ill fated fellowship and how it had come to an end. The Lord's face and demeanour had darkened but still he remained stubbornly silent on the topic which mattered most to them both. Finally, on this day seated behind the wooden desk of the study Elrond sighed and spoke.
"I know what you've come here for Boromir. You have fought for it valiantly but now I think it's time to end this rouse and for you to return to Calenur's side." He folded his fingers carefully on the table before him and studied the man in front of him closely. Boromir did not show any sign of reaction other then to inhale and exhale once slightly heavier then he normally would.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. I was sent here to complete a mission in return for my life and so I will complete it regardless of what you say or do. Understand me Elrond. You sent the hobbit on this accursed quest and I will make sure that you help him, help all of us, to weather this storm until the end."
"I'm afraid that won't be possible. My people are sailing west and day by day this city empties. We no-longer have the strength to withstand Sauron, you should know that. Two hobbits can not succeed in this quest alone, they are lost and helpless. There is no hope." Elrond replied gravely but Boromir shook his head defiantly.
"You're a coward!" He exclaimed with a bitter laugh. Elrond looked upon the man in shock. "There is always hope. So long as Sauron does not have the ring. So long as the free people's still stand. So long as Rohan still stands... So long as Frodo lives. Don't abandon him now." He pleaded with all of his strength, all of his frustration and all of his own hope. Elrond looked into the eyes of the man before him but found himself unable to keep eye contact. He stood abruptly and made his way towards his window looking out at the looming shadow in the distance.
"Frodo and Sam are as good as dead Boromir. The splitting of the fellowship was the death of what little hope there was. Leave me." He said to Boromir who growled in frustration before storming from the room. He paused in mid-stride seconds after he'd passed the door of Lord Elrond's study and stepped out into the sunshine. Progress had begun to yield results but progress was slow and time was running out. Still that conversation had told Boromir one thing very clearly. Lord Elrond's iron will on the subject, was slowly but surely breaking.
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