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Chapter Five (38 years later)
Master Elrond's heart was heavy. Frodo Baggins was on his way to Rivendell carrying the One Ring. With him were three other hobbits, and on his trail were the Nazgul. These tidings brought only grief to Imladris.
Aragorn was also abroad, but no one knew where. Because of this, Arwen was melancholy, and there was nothing Melian could do for she felt the same, but not for Aragorn. Halbarad was also traveling, leading the Dunedain in Aragorn's absence.
It had been eight days since Master Elrond sent out his two best guards, and his most trusted friend to try and find Frodo and bring him to the safety of Rivendell. Hopefully, one of the Elves would find him, before the Ringwraiths did.
On the evening of that eighth day, Melian was walking through the gardens of Rivendell, wanting to feel the soft rain on her face after having navigated through the crowded halls. She had always loved the rain; it helped to clear her mind, but on this specific evening, she just needed to be outside. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by two shouts from the gates. She recognized them both. It was Aragorn and Glorfindel, which could only mean that they had Frodo, but they had a problem.
Immediately, she sprinted towards the gate. Reaching into the pocket of her cloak, she pulled out the key to the barrier. The first thing she saw was the sparkling white coat of Asfaloth. After a moment, she could make out the tall forms of Aragorn and Glorfindel, and the smaller forms of three halflings. Where was the fourth? Her answer lay in Glorfindel's arms. As she turned the key in the lock, she heard Glorfindel tell her to get her father quickly. After she opened the gate, she ran towards the dining hall to find her father.
"Adar!" she cried. "I periain! Frodo na harna!" (Father! The halflings! Frodo is wounded! )
"Mammen? (Where?)"
"The Houses of Healing," she finished, not bothering with Elvish anymore in her breathless condition (a/n: actually, because the author couldn't figure it out.heheheh. Help is welcome! :).
Elrond immediately left the Dining Hall, with Melian close behind. They met Glorfindel outside the doors of the Healing Houses. Master Elrond took the halfling from Glorfindel and ordered Melian to prepare healing supplies (i.e. athelas and warm water), while he took the hobbit to a bed and started trying to save him. After Melian had done what she needed to do, she stood by silently as she watched her father exert himself in healing the halfling. An hour passed, and Melian left the room, finding Aragorn waiting outside with the three other hobbits. Standing with them was Mithrandir, who had just arrived that morning. "Aragorn? That's Frodo - isn't it?"
"Of course it's Mister Frodo! Those evil Black Riders! He's going to be all right isn't he?" One of the Halflings cried out.
Melian knelt in front of him. "What is your name, perian?"
"Samwise Gamgee, but how is Mister Frodo?!"
"Fath - Lord Elrond is with him now. As soon as you can stay with him, I swear that I will tell you, but until then, you are tired and hungry. Come and take nourishment and rest."
"I would rather stay with Mister Frodo, Lady. I'm not hungry or tired," he said, but his stomach grumbled in disagreement, and his eyelids drooped. "Please, Lady?"
She stood and looked at Aragorn and Mithrandir. The Istar nodded, so Melian led Samwise into the House, and pulled a small stool over for him. "Be sure not to bother Master Elrond; Frodo's life depends upon it."
He nodded as his eyes widened, and Melian left. Aragorn lifted the two other hobbits, who had fallen asleep, and Melian led him to the chambers where the two could stay. After they had shut the doors, and met up with Arwen, Melian looked at Aragorn with sadness and slight despair in her eyes. "Do you think Frodo will make it?"
Not meeting her gaze, Aragorn kept silent. Arwen, however, broke the silence. "Melian, I'm surprised at you! Father has never failed in his healing; at least, not in my lifetime. If Father cannot heal Frodo, then, well, no one can! If something's overlooked, I'm sure Father will figure out what it is. I-I'm sure Frodo will make it. Oh - I sound like a small child now."
"You're probably right, although you are wrong about one thing: Father has f-failed once in your lifetime."
"He didn't fail with your mother, Melian. She had been injured emotionally and that is something only the Maiar and Valar can heal," Estel said quietly.
With a sigh, Melian replied, "I know, but I despise waiting, and that's what we're doing! If only there was something we could do, or something to take my mind off of things."
After a few more minutes, Arwen broke into Melian's thoughts again. "Perhaps we should go to sleep. It's very late, and, Melian, that is something to take your mind away from your thoughts. Maybe the morning will shed a new light on things."
"Once again, you're probably right my sister. I shall see the two of you in the morning."
With that, Melian turned and slowly walked back to her room. Shortly after she had entered, a knock came at the door. A messenger stood outside, and announced that he had a letter for her from the North. Thanking him, she took the letter, and sat at her desk.
Dear Melian, I have arrived in the north, and I am resting peacefully, or perhaps not so, as I lie idle. I wish I could have stayed in Imladris, instead of traveling to our so-called home. I miss the gardens, clean paths, good food, and fresh water. I miss my friends there; the friends I can make because I know that they're safe, and they aren't constantly in the reach of death's grasp. On the return trip to the north, I lost three men, one of them was a friend from my childhood, the second, a friend for a little over a month, the last, and newest to the Dunedain*, a friend for about a week. I apologize; I do not mean to try to dishearten you. However, although this is going to sound a great deal like what I said a moment ago, above all, I miss you, Melian. Everyday, I pray to Illuvatar and his Valar that you remain safe, free from fear and harm. I also pray that I will see you again soon.
Sincerely Yours, Halbarad.
Melian clutched the letter to her breast. He was safe, for now.
*Dunedain - okay, so when I used that, I was referring to those men of Numenorean blood who fight in battle against Sauron, not those of Numenorean blood period end of discussion. If you have a way for me to rephrase it, or have a problem with it, please leave it in a review. K? Thanks.
A/N: Okay, what do you think? Like I said, I think it's awful! REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!! PRETTY PLEASE WITH SUGAR ON TOP? Mmmmm, sugar. Anyway, I hope to post again soon! School's keeping me really busy, so it's been getting hard to post, and I was waiting for a response to the notice. Don't worry; I'll be sure to take some time to continue posting. Review and I'll have a reason too. Adios, amigos.
Chapter Five (38 years later)
Master Elrond's heart was heavy. Frodo Baggins was on his way to Rivendell carrying the One Ring. With him were three other hobbits, and on his trail were the Nazgul. These tidings brought only grief to Imladris.
Aragorn was also abroad, but no one knew where. Because of this, Arwen was melancholy, and there was nothing Melian could do for she felt the same, but not for Aragorn. Halbarad was also traveling, leading the Dunedain in Aragorn's absence.
It had been eight days since Master Elrond sent out his two best guards, and his most trusted friend to try and find Frodo and bring him to the safety of Rivendell. Hopefully, one of the Elves would find him, before the Ringwraiths did.
On the evening of that eighth day, Melian was walking through the gardens of Rivendell, wanting to feel the soft rain on her face after having navigated through the crowded halls. She had always loved the rain; it helped to clear her mind, but on this specific evening, she just needed to be outside. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by two shouts from the gates. She recognized them both. It was Aragorn and Glorfindel, which could only mean that they had Frodo, but they had a problem.
Immediately, she sprinted towards the gate. Reaching into the pocket of her cloak, she pulled out the key to the barrier. The first thing she saw was the sparkling white coat of Asfaloth. After a moment, she could make out the tall forms of Aragorn and Glorfindel, and the smaller forms of three halflings. Where was the fourth? Her answer lay in Glorfindel's arms. As she turned the key in the lock, she heard Glorfindel tell her to get her father quickly. After she opened the gate, she ran towards the dining hall to find her father.
"Adar!" she cried. "I periain! Frodo na harna!" (Father! The halflings! Frodo is wounded! )
"Mammen? (Where?)"
"The Houses of Healing," she finished, not bothering with Elvish anymore in her breathless condition (a/n: actually, because the author couldn't figure it out.heheheh. Help is welcome! :).
Elrond immediately left the Dining Hall, with Melian close behind. They met Glorfindel outside the doors of the Healing Houses. Master Elrond took the halfling from Glorfindel and ordered Melian to prepare healing supplies (i.e. athelas and warm water), while he took the hobbit to a bed and started trying to save him. After Melian had done what she needed to do, she stood by silently as she watched her father exert himself in healing the halfling. An hour passed, and Melian left the room, finding Aragorn waiting outside with the three other hobbits. Standing with them was Mithrandir, who had just arrived that morning. "Aragorn? That's Frodo - isn't it?"
"Of course it's Mister Frodo! Those evil Black Riders! He's going to be all right isn't he?" One of the Halflings cried out.
Melian knelt in front of him. "What is your name, perian?"
"Samwise Gamgee, but how is Mister Frodo?!"
"Fath - Lord Elrond is with him now. As soon as you can stay with him, I swear that I will tell you, but until then, you are tired and hungry. Come and take nourishment and rest."
"I would rather stay with Mister Frodo, Lady. I'm not hungry or tired," he said, but his stomach grumbled in disagreement, and his eyelids drooped. "Please, Lady?"
She stood and looked at Aragorn and Mithrandir. The Istar nodded, so Melian led Samwise into the House, and pulled a small stool over for him. "Be sure not to bother Master Elrond; Frodo's life depends upon it."
He nodded as his eyes widened, and Melian left. Aragorn lifted the two other hobbits, who had fallen asleep, and Melian led him to the chambers where the two could stay. After they had shut the doors, and met up with Arwen, Melian looked at Aragorn with sadness and slight despair in her eyes. "Do you think Frodo will make it?"
Not meeting her gaze, Aragorn kept silent. Arwen, however, broke the silence. "Melian, I'm surprised at you! Father has never failed in his healing; at least, not in my lifetime. If Father cannot heal Frodo, then, well, no one can! If something's overlooked, I'm sure Father will figure out what it is. I-I'm sure Frodo will make it. Oh - I sound like a small child now."
"You're probably right, although you are wrong about one thing: Father has f-failed once in your lifetime."
"He didn't fail with your mother, Melian. She had been injured emotionally and that is something only the Maiar and Valar can heal," Estel said quietly.
With a sigh, Melian replied, "I know, but I despise waiting, and that's what we're doing! If only there was something we could do, or something to take my mind off of things."
After a few more minutes, Arwen broke into Melian's thoughts again. "Perhaps we should go to sleep. It's very late, and, Melian, that is something to take your mind away from your thoughts. Maybe the morning will shed a new light on things."
"Once again, you're probably right my sister. I shall see the two of you in the morning."
With that, Melian turned and slowly walked back to her room. Shortly after she had entered, a knock came at the door. A messenger stood outside, and announced that he had a letter for her from the North. Thanking him, she took the letter, and sat at her desk.
Dear Melian, I have arrived in the north, and I am resting peacefully, or perhaps not so, as I lie idle. I wish I could have stayed in Imladris, instead of traveling to our so-called home. I miss the gardens, clean paths, good food, and fresh water. I miss my friends there; the friends I can make because I know that they're safe, and they aren't constantly in the reach of death's grasp. On the return trip to the north, I lost three men, one of them was a friend from my childhood, the second, a friend for a little over a month, the last, and newest to the Dunedain*, a friend for about a week. I apologize; I do not mean to try to dishearten you. However, although this is going to sound a great deal like what I said a moment ago, above all, I miss you, Melian. Everyday, I pray to Illuvatar and his Valar that you remain safe, free from fear and harm. I also pray that I will see you again soon.
Sincerely Yours, Halbarad.
Melian clutched the letter to her breast. He was safe, for now.
*Dunedain - okay, so when I used that, I was referring to those men of Numenorean blood who fight in battle against Sauron, not those of Numenorean blood period end of discussion. If you have a way for me to rephrase it, or have a problem with it, please leave it in a review. K? Thanks.
A/N: Okay, what do you think? Like I said, I think it's awful! REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!! PRETTY PLEASE WITH SUGAR ON TOP? Mmmmm, sugar. Anyway, I hope to post again soon! School's keeping me really busy, so it's been getting hard to post, and I was waiting for a response to the notice. Don't worry; I'll be sure to take some time to continue posting. Review and I'll have a reason too. Adios, amigos.