author's note: please r&r! this took a lllooonngggg time. partially because
ff.net was down (waaa!!!) and i havent had the internet. forgive me. this
is probably the longest chapter in my story!
p.s. I have no idea how you other authors get elvish words (if you make them up, you people are good!) but i make mine up so please dont laugh!
p.s.s. Crysta's past is gonna take a ton of chapters (i don't like to make mine to long) 14 years takes a while to explain. please forgive me for that 2.
A Haunting Past
All the Fellowship could see was fog. Aragorn could tell that this was at least three days later because the city was no longer smoking and it was charred and crumbling. After the fog had somewhat lifted, Frodo looked toward the wall. It was still standing tall, but was maimed, an enormous hole had been blasted in it. A pile of rubble was under it, having tumbled into the city. Frodo wondered if Crysta was still alive, he certainly hoped so.
"Gandalf, do you think Crysta's still alive under there?" asked Merry. Suddenly, Legolas raised his hand in a gesture to keep them quiet. His eyes were darting through the fog and he seemed to be waiting for something.
"Legolas, what is it?" Aragorrn asked in a whisper.
"Elves" Legolas answered. Almost as soon as he had said it, a tall, slim figure came out of the fog. Aragorn knew that this was the elf Legolas had spoken of. The elf grabbed a big rock and hauled it aside, revealing a tiny hand under the rubble.
"Yamain, Baradel! Come quickly!" He shouted. Right away, two more elves came running up behind him. Legolas gasped. "The great heroes of Mirkwood!" He watched them with awe. Now he understood why Crysta had thought the elves familiar.
"Help me, there is an elf trapped under the rubble." The other two started moving rocks with the first. After they had moved most of the rocks the saw little Crysta's head and sholders. They continued digging until she was totally uncovered.
"What is it?" asked one of the elves.
"It is an elf and a fairy. Judging that this was a man's city, one of her parents was probably human." The dark eyed one said. The elf with golden hair picked her up.
"She is incredibly light. Yes, I think you are right Baradel, this child definetly has fairy blood."
"So what are we to do with her?" asked the elf with black hair.
"Well Yamain, we'll take her, and teach her all we know. What do you think? We can take her to Rivendell and have her taught."
"Sounds good to me" said Baradel.
" I agree as well," agreed Yamain. They took her away from the city into the fields, the Fellowship followed behind them.
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Crysta's eyes fluttered and opened. She looked up into the face of the elf with golden hair. "Who are you?"she asked.
"I am Silveran Treespirit. This is Yamain Windwhisp and Baradel Spark. We found you under the wall of Denemar and took you here. What is your name? And how old are you?"
" Crystalya, of the house of Rama. I'm four years old. Where is my father?" she asked. The elves all cast sorrowful looks her way.
"Who is your father?" Baradel asked.
"Salya... of the house of Rama. He was captain of the guard of Denemar." Crysta responded.
"And your mother?" Baradel also asked.
"My mother was named Christiana... of Mirkwood. She was killed right after I was born." The elves looked surprised.
"No wonder you look of our people, for we also hail from Mirkwood." Yamain said. "I'm very sorry to tell you that you are the last of your people. We came to look at the city after the raid and found no survivors save you. I'm sorry. Since your father was captain of the guard, he probably was killed." Crysta's eyes did not well up with tears, nor did she start to cry, she simply sat there staring at them.
"You do not seem phased." Silveran said.
Crysta looked up at them with her turqouise eyes. "My father told me that there was always a danger of him being killed. And he said not to greave for his cause, but to be thankfull that I was alive and life must move on. I loved my father dearly, but I mind what he says."
"Your father was a very wise man."said Baradel, "Your right to follow his advice."
"Well my friends, we should start moving." said Silveran.
"Where are we going?" asked Crysta.
"To Rivendell," said Yamain. "You must learn of geography of Middle Earth, the language of elves, and history and folklore if you are to travel with us." Silveran hopped lightly onto his horse.
"We will also teach you to use weapons, the bow, dagger, and sword. Jump on, I hope you know how to ride."
Crysta shook her little head. Frodo almost laughed, it was very hard to think Crysta did not know how to ride. She had had Starblade as long as he knew her. "Only the soldiers and nobles had horses." said Crysta.
"Well, we'll have to teach you how to ride as well in Rivendell. We'll have to get you a horse too." Baradel lifted Crysta onto the back of Silveran's horse. Crysta hung on tightly as the three elves and the new companion rode off toward Rivendell.
Sam gasped. "How are we supposed to follow her now? We'll never catch up with those horses and the scene hasn't changed!"
"You're right Sam." said Frodo. "Hopefully, we don't have to follow them." Everyone gazed around. Thankfully, much to the hobbit's hopes, the scenery went blurry once more.
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The Fellowship ended up inside of Rivendell, in the presence of Elrond. Crysta stared up at him. His face was neither young nor old, his eyes were very gentle, she could tell from the start he was very old and wise.
"My lord." said Silveran, "We seemed to have gained a companion on our way here. She is the last of her people. We ask, my Lord, that she be taught geography of Middle- Earth, the language of our people, history and folklore, and how to ride." Silveran bowed.
Elrond nodded toward him. Then he turned and walked toward Crysta. He looked down at her, Crysta cringed at him, hoping that his gentle eyes told the truth. It seemed like an eternity until he finnaly smiled down at her. Crysta breathed a sigh of releif.
"Yes, she will be taught. I will have my sons and daughter teach her. And I will have a horse brought soon." his kind eyes gazed at Crysta for the last few moments before he looked back at the elves.
"Thank you my Lord Elrond, you are most kind." said Yamain.
Elrond smiled once more. "You are most welcome. Arwen will show you to rooms. Have your young companion here tomorrow morning to begin."
Silveran, Yamain, and Baradel bowed, and Baradel quickly and silently instructed Crysta to do the same. Elrond left the hall and Arwen came from where he left. Arwen bowed to them. Aragorn sighed, Arwen was as beautiful now as she was in the present. While he had grown two years older her beauty was preserved. He smiled. Ian had noticed this to, as had the rest of the Fellowship, (it amazed all of them save Legolas, Gandalf, and Aragorn) Ian remembered his meeting with Arwen before.
"This way" she said. Arwen moved gracefully down the hall and the others followed her. She gestured the three into three rooms, and Crysta into another. The scene grew blurry once more.
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Next the Fellowship ended up in the hall the next day. Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir, Elrond's children, were standing with their father before Crysta, Silveran, Yamin, and Baradel.
"Good morning." greeted Elrond, "Welcome Crysta, I have assembled teachers for you. My son Elladan will teach you the geography of Middle- Earth, my other son Elrohir will teach you history and folklore, and my daughter Arwen will teach you the language of our people. Good luck, I certainly hope you learn fast." Elladan took Crysta by the hand and led her into a room full of maps and charts. Crysta stayed there forever reciting all the names of lands far away, she learned Rohan, Gondor, Mirkwood, but Crysta noticed that Denemar was not there.
"Where is Denemar?" she asked Elladan.
"Denemar must be an uncharted city. From what you told me it's strange that it wasn't found." Gandalf stepped in front of the maps and found indded that Denemar was not there.
"Well, it is, or was, in the middle of a forest, maybe that's why."
"Probably. It's time for your next lesson."
Crysta was led to another room stashed full of books. Elrohir was sitting at a table and motioned her to do the same. Crysta sat down and they begun. She first learned of Luvian Tinuvial and Beren and of Tinuviul's choice to become mortal.
"Why did she choose to be mortal?" Crysta asked.
"Because she loved Beren so dearly that she was willing to spend one life with him than face all ages without. You better go to Arwen now, she'll be eager to start teaching you Elvish."
Next Crysta was taken to a room not like the others, it had a few books and that was it, for study anyway. She sat down next to Arwen and the lady smiled. "So, you are the last of your people?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am" responded Crysta.
"Well, that can be our first lesson, Elvish names." Arwen explained why people had Elvish names. "They hold a meaning to who the person is."
"Like, your name is Arwen Evenstar because your the evenstar of your people?" asked Crysta. Aragorn smiled at the curiosity and frankness of the child. Arwen blushed.
"Well, yes. I suppose. You need one. Do you know what your name means?"
"My father told me it meant crystal of stars."
"How about, Crystalya Louiyildin? It means Lonestar. Say this "Moui na ei Crystalya Louiildin."" Crysta repeated it, her first elvish sentence.
"What does it mean?" asked Crysta.
"It means my name is Crystalya Lonestar. Well, on to more words." They spent the rest of the lesson learning new words and phrases.
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Days came and went. The fellowship saw random scenes of Crysta quickly learning all she needed to travel. The next scene Crysta was walking down a hall with Baradel.
"What is theis surprise your talking about Baradel?"
"You'll see. Soon we will start teaching you how to use weapons. Silveran will teach you to shot a bow, Yamain will teach you the sword, and I will teach you to usew the daggers. I will also teach you to listen to and use your elvish senses. You never learned that while living in the village of humans. Right turn now, it's not that far." Crysta had been bouncing up and down on her heels at every step in her excitement.
They rounded the next corner and came out into a courtyard. Several elves (including Silveran and Yamain) were struggling to keep hold of a young filly. She was an elf horse white as snow with a high spirit and a streaming mane and tale. She put up quite a fight with the elves that were trying to hold her.
"Baradel!" cried Silveran, Crysta's face flashed with shock and joy, "Come here and lend us a hand!" Baradel rushed from Crysta's view toward them. The filly toosed her head and winnied loudly. Then, it's slender head pointed towards Crysta. She tossed off the elves without difficulty and charged for her.
"Crysta, out of the way!" cried Yamain. Crysta stood there unable to move, the filly coming alarmingly close. Crysta closed her eyes and waited for the horse to run over her. She cracked her eyes so she could see only a little and saw the horse make a sharp turn and trot back to her. She opened her eyes fully just as the filly licked her ears and nipped playfully at her dress. All the elves laughed in a mixture of amusement and trying to comvince themselves that Crysta had not nearly been killed.
Crysta again learned quickly. She decided to name the filly Ithilienda, or Starblade. She responded easily to any of Crysta's commands. She had decided to name the filly Ithilienda, or Starblade. They got along really well. The elves taught Crysta to ride their way, bareback.
"Would you like to race Starblade against me?" asked Silveran.
"Sure" replied Crysta. They steered the horses to a tree.
"To that tree over there." instructed Silveran. Baradel was waiting there, obviously somewhat of the referee. Starblade must have known something was happening, because as they stopped by the tree she became tense and jumpy with excitement. Baradel raised up his hand. Crysta leaned flat against Starblade's neck, Silveran was doing the same. Baradel lowered his hand and shouted "Noro Lim!"
Crysta gave Starblade a little squeeze with her legs but she hardly needed it. As soon as Baradel had lowered his hand she had taken off. Silveran's horse Firenzel was just in front of her. "Noro Lim Starblade noro lim!" she shouted. Starblade was only struggling a little to keep up with Firenzel. The tree was near now Starblade put on a burst of speed. She was at Firenzel's ankles, his middle, his neck....
"Wow! I've never seen a horse that small run so fast." said an exasperated Silveran. "You almost beat me and Firenzel! In about a year Starblade just might b the fastest horse on Middle Earth."
"Ya' really think so?" asked Crysta hugging Starblade's neck.
"I do" smiled Silveran. "Tomorrow we will leave Rivendell and go on to hunting orcs once again."
"Leave Rivendell!?" said Crysta.
"Of course. We can't stay here forever. Soon we're going to teach you how to use the weapons."
"I guess you're right. I can't wait to learn to fight."
"Good" said Baradel. "I hope you speak elvish somewhat fluently since we'll be using it often when we're near men and in other elvish enviroments."
"I can. Arwen taught me very well, and so did Elladen and Elrohir." smiled Crysta.
"Good" answered Silveran. "Better say your goodbyes to everyone but the royals tonight. We'll be leaving early in the morning."
The Fellowship saw the morning of goodbyes, and saw the four travellers ride away from Rivendell into the North.
p.s. I have no idea how you other authors get elvish words (if you make them up, you people are good!) but i make mine up so please dont laugh!
p.s.s. Crysta's past is gonna take a ton of chapters (i don't like to make mine to long) 14 years takes a while to explain. please forgive me for that 2.
A Haunting Past
All the Fellowship could see was fog. Aragorn could tell that this was at least three days later because the city was no longer smoking and it was charred and crumbling. After the fog had somewhat lifted, Frodo looked toward the wall. It was still standing tall, but was maimed, an enormous hole had been blasted in it. A pile of rubble was under it, having tumbled into the city. Frodo wondered if Crysta was still alive, he certainly hoped so.
"Gandalf, do you think Crysta's still alive under there?" asked Merry. Suddenly, Legolas raised his hand in a gesture to keep them quiet. His eyes were darting through the fog and he seemed to be waiting for something.
"Legolas, what is it?" Aragorrn asked in a whisper.
"Elves" Legolas answered. Almost as soon as he had said it, a tall, slim figure came out of the fog. Aragorn knew that this was the elf Legolas had spoken of. The elf grabbed a big rock and hauled it aside, revealing a tiny hand under the rubble.
"Yamain, Baradel! Come quickly!" He shouted. Right away, two more elves came running up behind him. Legolas gasped. "The great heroes of Mirkwood!" He watched them with awe. Now he understood why Crysta had thought the elves familiar.
"Help me, there is an elf trapped under the rubble." The other two started moving rocks with the first. After they had moved most of the rocks the saw little Crysta's head and sholders. They continued digging until she was totally uncovered.
"What is it?" asked one of the elves.
"It is an elf and a fairy. Judging that this was a man's city, one of her parents was probably human." The dark eyed one said. The elf with golden hair picked her up.
"She is incredibly light. Yes, I think you are right Baradel, this child definetly has fairy blood."
"So what are we to do with her?" asked the elf with black hair.
"Well Yamain, we'll take her, and teach her all we know. What do you think? We can take her to Rivendell and have her taught."
"Sounds good to me" said Baradel.
" I agree as well," agreed Yamain. They took her away from the city into the fields, the Fellowship followed behind them.
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Crysta's eyes fluttered and opened. She looked up into the face of the elf with golden hair. "Who are you?"she asked.
"I am Silveran Treespirit. This is Yamain Windwhisp and Baradel Spark. We found you under the wall of Denemar and took you here. What is your name? And how old are you?"
" Crystalya, of the house of Rama. I'm four years old. Where is my father?" she asked. The elves all cast sorrowful looks her way.
"Who is your father?" Baradel asked.
"Salya... of the house of Rama. He was captain of the guard of Denemar." Crysta responded.
"And your mother?" Baradel also asked.
"My mother was named Christiana... of Mirkwood. She was killed right after I was born." The elves looked surprised.
"No wonder you look of our people, for we also hail from Mirkwood." Yamain said. "I'm very sorry to tell you that you are the last of your people. We came to look at the city after the raid and found no survivors save you. I'm sorry. Since your father was captain of the guard, he probably was killed." Crysta's eyes did not well up with tears, nor did she start to cry, she simply sat there staring at them.
"You do not seem phased." Silveran said.
Crysta looked up at them with her turqouise eyes. "My father told me that there was always a danger of him being killed. And he said not to greave for his cause, but to be thankfull that I was alive and life must move on. I loved my father dearly, but I mind what he says."
"Your father was a very wise man."said Baradel, "Your right to follow his advice."
"Well my friends, we should start moving." said Silveran.
"Where are we going?" asked Crysta.
"To Rivendell," said Yamain. "You must learn of geography of Middle Earth, the language of elves, and history and folklore if you are to travel with us." Silveran hopped lightly onto his horse.
"We will also teach you to use weapons, the bow, dagger, and sword. Jump on, I hope you know how to ride."
Crysta shook her little head. Frodo almost laughed, it was very hard to think Crysta did not know how to ride. She had had Starblade as long as he knew her. "Only the soldiers and nobles had horses." said Crysta.
"Well, we'll have to teach you how to ride as well in Rivendell. We'll have to get you a horse too." Baradel lifted Crysta onto the back of Silveran's horse. Crysta hung on tightly as the three elves and the new companion rode off toward Rivendell.
Sam gasped. "How are we supposed to follow her now? We'll never catch up with those horses and the scene hasn't changed!"
"You're right Sam." said Frodo. "Hopefully, we don't have to follow them." Everyone gazed around. Thankfully, much to the hobbit's hopes, the scenery went blurry once more.
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The Fellowship ended up inside of Rivendell, in the presence of Elrond. Crysta stared up at him. His face was neither young nor old, his eyes were very gentle, she could tell from the start he was very old and wise.
"My lord." said Silveran, "We seemed to have gained a companion on our way here. She is the last of her people. We ask, my Lord, that she be taught geography of Middle- Earth, the language of our people, history and folklore, and how to ride." Silveran bowed.
Elrond nodded toward him. Then he turned and walked toward Crysta. He looked down at her, Crysta cringed at him, hoping that his gentle eyes told the truth. It seemed like an eternity until he finnaly smiled down at her. Crysta breathed a sigh of releif.
"Yes, she will be taught. I will have my sons and daughter teach her. And I will have a horse brought soon." his kind eyes gazed at Crysta for the last few moments before he looked back at the elves.
"Thank you my Lord Elrond, you are most kind." said Yamain.
Elrond smiled once more. "You are most welcome. Arwen will show you to rooms. Have your young companion here tomorrow morning to begin."
Silveran, Yamain, and Baradel bowed, and Baradel quickly and silently instructed Crysta to do the same. Elrond left the hall and Arwen came from where he left. Arwen bowed to them. Aragorn sighed, Arwen was as beautiful now as she was in the present. While he had grown two years older her beauty was preserved. He smiled. Ian had noticed this to, as had the rest of the Fellowship, (it amazed all of them save Legolas, Gandalf, and Aragorn) Ian remembered his meeting with Arwen before.
"This way" she said. Arwen moved gracefully down the hall and the others followed her. She gestured the three into three rooms, and Crysta into another. The scene grew blurry once more.
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Next the Fellowship ended up in the hall the next day. Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir, Elrond's children, were standing with their father before Crysta, Silveran, Yamin, and Baradel.
"Good morning." greeted Elrond, "Welcome Crysta, I have assembled teachers for you. My son Elladan will teach you the geography of Middle- Earth, my other son Elrohir will teach you history and folklore, and my daughter Arwen will teach you the language of our people. Good luck, I certainly hope you learn fast." Elladan took Crysta by the hand and led her into a room full of maps and charts. Crysta stayed there forever reciting all the names of lands far away, she learned Rohan, Gondor, Mirkwood, but Crysta noticed that Denemar was not there.
"Where is Denemar?" she asked Elladan.
"Denemar must be an uncharted city. From what you told me it's strange that it wasn't found." Gandalf stepped in front of the maps and found indded that Denemar was not there.
"Well, it is, or was, in the middle of a forest, maybe that's why."
"Probably. It's time for your next lesson."
Crysta was led to another room stashed full of books. Elrohir was sitting at a table and motioned her to do the same. Crysta sat down and they begun. She first learned of Luvian Tinuvial and Beren and of Tinuviul's choice to become mortal.
"Why did she choose to be mortal?" Crysta asked.
"Because she loved Beren so dearly that she was willing to spend one life with him than face all ages without. You better go to Arwen now, she'll be eager to start teaching you Elvish."
Next Crysta was taken to a room not like the others, it had a few books and that was it, for study anyway. She sat down next to Arwen and the lady smiled. "So, you are the last of your people?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am" responded Crysta.
"Well, that can be our first lesson, Elvish names." Arwen explained why people had Elvish names. "They hold a meaning to who the person is."
"Like, your name is Arwen Evenstar because your the evenstar of your people?" asked Crysta. Aragorn smiled at the curiosity and frankness of the child. Arwen blushed.
"Well, yes. I suppose. You need one. Do you know what your name means?"
"My father told me it meant crystal of stars."
"How about, Crystalya Louiyildin? It means Lonestar. Say this "Moui na ei Crystalya Louiildin."" Crysta repeated it, her first elvish sentence.
"What does it mean?" asked Crysta.
"It means my name is Crystalya Lonestar. Well, on to more words." They spent the rest of the lesson learning new words and phrases.
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Days came and went. The fellowship saw random scenes of Crysta quickly learning all she needed to travel. The next scene Crysta was walking down a hall with Baradel.
"What is theis surprise your talking about Baradel?"
"You'll see. Soon we will start teaching you how to use weapons. Silveran will teach you to shot a bow, Yamain will teach you the sword, and I will teach you to usew the daggers. I will also teach you to listen to and use your elvish senses. You never learned that while living in the village of humans. Right turn now, it's not that far." Crysta had been bouncing up and down on her heels at every step in her excitement.
They rounded the next corner and came out into a courtyard. Several elves (including Silveran and Yamain) were struggling to keep hold of a young filly. She was an elf horse white as snow with a high spirit and a streaming mane and tale. She put up quite a fight with the elves that were trying to hold her.
"Baradel!" cried Silveran, Crysta's face flashed with shock and joy, "Come here and lend us a hand!" Baradel rushed from Crysta's view toward them. The filly toosed her head and winnied loudly. Then, it's slender head pointed towards Crysta. She tossed off the elves without difficulty and charged for her.
"Crysta, out of the way!" cried Yamain. Crysta stood there unable to move, the filly coming alarmingly close. Crysta closed her eyes and waited for the horse to run over her. She cracked her eyes so she could see only a little and saw the horse make a sharp turn and trot back to her. She opened her eyes fully just as the filly licked her ears and nipped playfully at her dress. All the elves laughed in a mixture of amusement and trying to comvince themselves that Crysta had not nearly been killed.
Crysta again learned quickly. She decided to name the filly Ithilienda, or Starblade. She responded easily to any of Crysta's commands. She had decided to name the filly Ithilienda, or Starblade. They got along really well. The elves taught Crysta to ride their way, bareback.
"Would you like to race Starblade against me?" asked Silveran.
"Sure" replied Crysta. They steered the horses to a tree.
"To that tree over there." instructed Silveran. Baradel was waiting there, obviously somewhat of the referee. Starblade must have known something was happening, because as they stopped by the tree she became tense and jumpy with excitement. Baradel raised up his hand. Crysta leaned flat against Starblade's neck, Silveran was doing the same. Baradel lowered his hand and shouted "Noro Lim!"
Crysta gave Starblade a little squeeze with her legs but she hardly needed it. As soon as Baradel had lowered his hand she had taken off. Silveran's horse Firenzel was just in front of her. "Noro Lim Starblade noro lim!" she shouted. Starblade was only struggling a little to keep up with Firenzel. The tree was near now Starblade put on a burst of speed. She was at Firenzel's ankles, his middle, his neck....
"Wow! I've never seen a horse that small run so fast." said an exasperated Silveran. "You almost beat me and Firenzel! In about a year Starblade just might b the fastest horse on Middle Earth."
"Ya' really think so?" asked Crysta hugging Starblade's neck.
"I do" smiled Silveran. "Tomorrow we will leave Rivendell and go on to hunting orcs once again."
"Leave Rivendell!?" said Crysta.
"Of course. We can't stay here forever. Soon we're going to teach you how to use the weapons."
"I guess you're right. I can't wait to learn to fight."
"Good" said Baradel. "I hope you speak elvish somewhat fluently since we'll be using it often when we're near men and in other elvish enviroments."
"I can. Arwen taught me very well, and so did Elladen and Elrohir." smiled Crysta.
"Good" answered Silveran. "Better say your goodbyes to everyone but the royals tonight. We'll be leaving early in the morning."
The Fellowship saw the morning of goodbyes, and saw the four travellers ride away from Rivendell into the North.