A/N: I got one review. I GOT ONE REVIEW! You non-writers have NO IDEA how much reviews make authors smile, good or bad. To think that someone, even if it's only one person, took the time to read my story and write a few words about it, it touched me. Thank you, Jess, whoever you are, you are the only person that reviewed!
Anyway, here is Chapter Two, in my opinion it's better than Chapter One, which I thought corny and ridiculous. Please read and review, one review made my day so imagine what two can do! Nienna
Disclaimer: Do I *look* like Tolkien to you? I don't think so. Guess that means I don't own Cirdan and his little friends. Tough.
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Guardian of the Havens
By Nienna
Chapter Two: Giving
'...But Cirdan from their first meeting at the Grey Havens divined him the greatest spirit and the wisest; and he welcomed him with reverence, and he gave to his keeping the Third Ring, Narya the Red.'
The sea, the sea.
It's almost as if I can hear her calling. In my mind's eye I can see her, her beautiful glistening waves lapping the shore. I can hear it, I can smell it, I can feel it.
My eyes shoot open. How long have I been daydreaming? I glance out my window. It is growing dark. I sit up and rub my eyes. "Aranel?" I call. "I am going for a walk."
I hear her faintly reply, "That is fine." I sigh and pull myself from my bed, and out of the room, and up the well-trodden path to the sea.
The sea.
I hear the wind howling around me. It's almost as if it speaks to me, singing a song older than I, whispering the words softly in my ear. Though many things have changed recently, many a land flourished, or perished, many a people grown, expanded, or died out, the Havens remain the same as thousands of years ago. The wind still speaks to me as it did the day the Istari came.
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I remember it like yesterday. Aranel was but a small child then, she only came up to my knee. It was early in the morning, the sun had not yet touched the sky, and for some reason I could not sleep. Making sure Aranel was sound asleep I stepped outside.
The wind howled.
Something's coming, it said. Something's coming...
I walked up the path (less trodden in that day), and as the sun rose behind me I could see the outline of a white ship. A ship? I thought. From where?
Valinor..., the wind howled. They are here to save us... The wind died down and the ship drew closer. Valinor? I thought.
Realization dawned on me. "Bless Eru!" I cried. "The Valar have sent emissaries to save us!"
I ran down the path as fast as my weak legs could carry me. There, in my room, on a hook in wall, hung Narya on the same fine golden chain it bore when Gil-galad gave it to me. I picked it up and held it in my hand. The red stone was glowing brightly. I clenched it tightly in my hand and walked up the path again.
I was just in time. The first messenger had come ashore. He was clad in white and had raven hair, very powerful he looked. He was followed by two wearing clothes of sea-blue, walking together in silence. Next, one wearing brown, he looked troubled, and was deep in thought. But last, last came one who looked less than the others, less tall, less wise, less skilled. He was in looks more aged, grey-haired and grey-clad. Yet the wind told me, the sea told me, my heart told me he was the one.
I looked down a Narya, glowing red in my hand. Could I do it? Could I bear to give away my only comfort in the world? I knew not. I did not know if I had the will to. Narya was precious to me. Giving it up would be hard, and I knew that, yet I did it anyway.
Before I could have second thoughts again I walked up to the Grey Messenger. I slipped the Red Ring of it's chain and held it out in my hand. "Take this," I said.
He didn't speak, but a puzzled look came on his face. "Take it," I said. "It is a Ring of power. For I know that great labors and perils lie before you, and lest your task prove too great and wearisome, take this Ring for your aid and comfort. For this is the Ring of Fire, and with it you may rekindle hearts in a world that grows chill. But as for me, my heart lies with the Sea, and will dwell by the grey shores until the last ship sails. I will await you."
He said nothing, but he took the ring, and in his hand it shone with new light, brighter than I had ever seen it. He hid it, and walked away, off to the great perils that lay before him.
I will await you.
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A/N: As always review!
Anyway, here is Chapter Two, in my opinion it's better than Chapter One, which I thought corny and ridiculous. Please read and review, one review made my day so imagine what two can do! Nienna
Disclaimer: Do I *look* like Tolkien to you? I don't think so. Guess that means I don't own Cirdan and his little friends. Tough.
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Guardian of the Havens
By Nienna
Chapter Two: Giving
'...But Cirdan from their first meeting at the Grey Havens divined him the greatest spirit and the wisest; and he welcomed him with reverence, and he gave to his keeping the Third Ring, Narya the Red.'
The sea, the sea.
It's almost as if I can hear her calling. In my mind's eye I can see her, her beautiful glistening waves lapping the shore. I can hear it, I can smell it, I can feel it.
My eyes shoot open. How long have I been daydreaming? I glance out my window. It is growing dark. I sit up and rub my eyes. "Aranel?" I call. "I am going for a walk."
I hear her faintly reply, "That is fine." I sigh and pull myself from my bed, and out of the room, and up the well-trodden path to the sea.
The sea.
I hear the wind howling around me. It's almost as if it speaks to me, singing a song older than I, whispering the words softly in my ear. Though many things have changed recently, many a land flourished, or perished, many a people grown, expanded, or died out, the Havens remain the same as thousands of years ago. The wind still speaks to me as it did the day the Istari came.
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I remember it like yesterday. Aranel was but a small child then, she only came up to my knee. It was early in the morning, the sun had not yet touched the sky, and for some reason I could not sleep. Making sure Aranel was sound asleep I stepped outside.
The wind howled.
Something's coming, it said. Something's coming...
I walked up the path (less trodden in that day), and as the sun rose behind me I could see the outline of a white ship. A ship? I thought. From where?
Valinor..., the wind howled. They are here to save us... The wind died down and the ship drew closer. Valinor? I thought.
Realization dawned on me. "Bless Eru!" I cried. "The Valar have sent emissaries to save us!"
I ran down the path as fast as my weak legs could carry me. There, in my room, on a hook in wall, hung Narya on the same fine golden chain it bore when Gil-galad gave it to me. I picked it up and held it in my hand. The red stone was glowing brightly. I clenched it tightly in my hand and walked up the path again.
I was just in time. The first messenger had come ashore. He was clad in white and had raven hair, very powerful he looked. He was followed by two wearing clothes of sea-blue, walking together in silence. Next, one wearing brown, he looked troubled, and was deep in thought. But last, last came one who looked less than the others, less tall, less wise, less skilled. He was in looks more aged, grey-haired and grey-clad. Yet the wind told me, the sea told me, my heart told me he was the one.
I looked down a Narya, glowing red in my hand. Could I do it? Could I bear to give away my only comfort in the world? I knew not. I did not know if I had the will to. Narya was precious to me. Giving it up would be hard, and I knew that, yet I did it anyway.
Before I could have second thoughts again I walked up to the Grey Messenger. I slipped the Red Ring of it's chain and held it out in my hand. "Take this," I said.
He didn't speak, but a puzzled look came on his face. "Take it," I said. "It is a Ring of power. For I know that great labors and perils lie before you, and lest your task prove too great and wearisome, take this Ring for your aid and comfort. For this is the Ring of Fire, and with it you may rekindle hearts in a world that grows chill. But as for me, my heart lies with the Sea, and will dwell by the grey shores until the last ship sails. I will await you."
He said nothing, but he took the ring, and in his hand it shone with new light, brighter than I had ever seen it. He hid it, and walked away, off to the great perils that lay before him.
I will await you.
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A/N: As always review!