Distant Voices
A/N: La la la la... I got such nice reviews! Kate, Amy, Blue, Aeris, Leanne, Sylvie, Lionel, ViNguyen, Lunarmouse, Morwen, Mei... I LOVE YOU ALL! I know I missed some of y'all who reviewed, but I love you too! And I'm sorry it;s taking so long, but I've been ::blushes:: pre-occupied...
(*-.-*): Admit it. You're in love and he hates you.
Arwen: JUST SHUT UP ALREADY! I DON'T NEED HIM! I HAVE ARAGORN! ::starts sobbing::
*****
Frodo could hardly see the beauty around her. The Lady, as the other elves had called her, had requested their presence.
Everything in the room seemed to glow, as the elves sang in harmony. And then, as if the heavens had opened up and sent a beautiful angel to them all, The Lady approached.
She was tall and graceful, with long wavy hair of woven gold, and a dress of shining white silk.
It was the same elf who had treated Frodo.
She smiled knowingly at Frodo, her eyes telling the young girl not to say anything about it. Frodo became lost in the Lady's eyes, not exactly hearing the greeting.
Frodo's only thoughts were on the light radiating form the elves surrounding her and the ring hanging around her neck like an omen of death.
"Tell me, where is Gandalf? For I greatly desire to speak with him," The elf standing next to The Lady asked.
Frodo closed her eyes in sorrow, remembering the scene in Moria. Before any members of the Fellowship could speak, The Lady, Galadriel, read the grief etched in their faces.
"He has fallen into Shadow..."
It took all of Frodo's remaining strength to keep her composure in that moment. Any guilt she had felt, any tears she had shed, any ache in her heart, each came back slowly. She didn't hear the words being spoken, though she did feel the comfort they provided.
No one noticed that Galadriel's gaze stayed on Boromir for a long time, and that Boromir flinched, looking away.
No one, except for Aragorn, that is.
*****
Frodo felt peace in her heart as soft elven voices sang with sad tones.
"A lament for Gandalf..." Legolas whispered.
"What do they say?"
Frodo looked up as Legolas' eyes met hers.
"I have not the heart to tell you... For me, the grief is still to near..."
Frodo swallowed, closing her eyes briefly. The ring called to her. It thirsted for power. For her to wear it... If she would just put it on.... She would escape the harsh reality...
"Frodo!"
Aragorn clamped his hand down somewhat roughly on Frodo's shoulder, looking at her with nothing but concern. The ring was almost halfway on her extended finger.
Frodo blinked, then dropped the ring back to her neck as if it were a hot coal. In some ways, it was, because it scorched her fingers and burned away at her mind.
"Frodo, you alright?" Sam asked.
Frodo nodded, though she did not say a word. Instead, she leaned back comfortably, avoiding the gaze of her companions, and slept.
*****
The pale light had yet to fully fade from view, casting few shadows over the sleeping company.
Frodo sat up, as if hearing something calling to her from afar, and noticed Sam by her side, sleeping as if he had been sitting next to her for quite some time.
Careful so as not to disturb her sleeping friend, she stood and walked down the earth trail, feeling pulled by some unkown force.
It was there, where the water was clear and beautiful, and the silver glinted in the light like diamonds wreathed in fire, that Galadriel stood, holding a silver pitcher.
"Will you look into the mirror?"
Frodo hesitated, unable to read Galadriel's expression.
"What will I see?"
One of Galadriel's eyes narrowed in slight amusement, as if she had expected Frodo to say those very words.
*****
A/N: I really hate school... and writer's block... but since I have some time off from work, I'll be updating more... And I really do apollogize if the chapters are short... I'm kinda having guy troubles, and it's taking up all of my creativity to not think of him.... bleh..
Luv Mithril C.o.L.
Aragorn's Luver, Arwen Elessar ^_~
(*^.~*): I still say you shoudl just tell him.
Arwen: shut up. He hates me. You said it yourself.
(*;.;*): Don't listen to me! When have you ever listened to me?!
::Arwen blinks:: good point...
::PG facevaults::
(*.*): Nevermind!! Just please r/r people! I need to convince this dumb author that she is loved.
Arwen: Dumb?
::PG inches away::
(*^.^*): Don't get the whisk out... that thing is taller than you....
::PG runs as Arwen grabs a three foot metal whisk::
Arwen: Wanna say that again?!
A/N: La la la la... I got such nice reviews! Kate, Amy, Blue, Aeris, Leanne, Sylvie, Lionel, ViNguyen, Lunarmouse, Morwen, Mei... I LOVE YOU ALL! I know I missed some of y'all who reviewed, but I love you too! And I'm sorry it;s taking so long, but I've been ::blushes:: pre-occupied...
(*-.-*): Admit it. You're in love and he hates you.
Arwen: JUST SHUT UP ALREADY! I DON'T NEED HIM! I HAVE ARAGORN! ::starts sobbing::
*****
Frodo could hardly see the beauty around her. The Lady, as the other elves had called her, had requested their presence.
Everything in the room seemed to glow, as the elves sang in harmony. And then, as if the heavens had opened up and sent a beautiful angel to them all, The Lady approached.
She was tall and graceful, with long wavy hair of woven gold, and a dress of shining white silk.
It was the same elf who had treated Frodo.
She smiled knowingly at Frodo, her eyes telling the young girl not to say anything about it. Frodo became lost in the Lady's eyes, not exactly hearing the greeting.
Frodo's only thoughts were on the light radiating form the elves surrounding her and the ring hanging around her neck like an omen of death.
"Tell me, where is Gandalf? For I greatly desire to speak with him," The elf standing next to The Lady asked.
Frodo closed her eyes in sorrow, remembering the scene in Moria. Before any members of the Fellowship could speak, The Lady, Galadriel, read the grief etched in their faces.
"He has fallen into Shadow..."
It took all of Frodo's remaining strength to keep her composure in that moment. Any guilt she had felt, any tears she had shed, any ache in her heart, each came back slowly. She didn't hear the words being spoken, though she did feel the comfort they provided.
No one noticed that Galadriel's gaze stayed on Boromir for a long time, and that Boromir flinched, looking away.
No one, except for Aragorn, that is.
*****
Frodo felt peace in her heart as soft elven voices sang with sad tones.
"A lament for Gandalf..." Legolas whispered.
"What do they say?"
Frodo looked up as Legolas' eyes met hers.
"I have not the heart to tell you... For me, the grief is still to near..."
Frodo swallowed, closing her eyes briefly. The ring called to her. It thirsted for power. For her to wear it... If she would just put it on.... She would escape the harsh reality...
"Frodo!"
Aragorn clamped his hand down somewhat roughly on Frodo's shoulder, looking at her with nothing but concern. The ring was almost halfway on her extended finger.
Frodo blinked, then dropped the ring back to her neck as if it were a hot coal. In some ways, it was, because it scorched her fingers and burned away at her mind.
"Frodo, you alright?" Sam asked.
Frodo nodded, though she did not say a word. Instead, she leaned back comfortably, avoiding the gaze of her companions, and slept.
*****
The pale light had yet to fully fade from view, casting few shadows over the sleeping company.
Frodo sat up, as if hearing something calling to her from afar, and noticed Sam by her side, sleeping as if he had been sitting next to her for quite some time.
Careful so as not to disturb her sleeping friend, she stood and walked down the earth trail, feeling pulled by some unkown force.
It was there, where the water was clear and beautiful, and the silver glinted in the light like diamonds wreathed in fire, that Galadriel stood, holding a silver pitcher.
"Will you look into the mirror?"
Frodo hesitated, unable to read Galadriel's expression.
"What will I see?"
One of Galadriel's eyes narrowed in slight amusement, as if she had expected Frodo to say those very words.
*****
A/N: I really hate school... and writer's block... but since I have some time off from work, I'll be updating more... And I really do apollogize if the chapters are short... I'm kinda having guy troubles, and it's taking up all of my creativity to not think of him.... bleh..
Luv Mithril C.o.L.
Aragorn's Luver, Arwen Elessar ^_~
(*^.~*): I still say you shoudl just tell him.
Arwen: shut up. He hates me. You said it yourself.
(*;.;*): Don't listen to me! When have you ever listened to me?!
::Arwen blinks:: good point...
::PG facevaults::
(*.*): Nevermind!! Just please r/r people! I need to convince this dumb author that she is loved.
Arwen: Dumb?
::PG inches away::
(*^.^*): Don't get the whisk out... that thing is taller than you....
::PG runs as Arwen grabs a three foot metal whisk::
Arwen: Wanna say that again?!