Note: Second part here. Meet the gang!
Indeed, King Maradiron, son of Eldarion of the Reunited Kingdom was not sure what to make out of the Wizard's prophecy. Evil had returned in Mordor. The words shook the young King's heart and made him bow his head. "So it has returned...Evil is again stirring in Mordor"
The Wizard nodded solemnly. "Yes. It is rebuilding itself in the flames of Mont Doom"
"How can it be?" Maradiron hissed and stood up. His raven hair fell into his eyes and he did not bother to take it away. Instead, he closed his eyes. "And what can I do to stop it?"
The Wizard smiled weakly, for he was old and had seen a lot. The young King had his grandmother's beauty and his grandfather's pride. The death of Eldarion had been too swift and robbed the young man for many years of preparation for the throne. "You must gather a force strong enough to go to Mont Doom and seal it's evil from within"
"I shall take my greatest army-" Maradiron started.
"No. You take my words wrong. You need a few good Men. You need people strong enough to handle the pressure and the evil. You must select a few you trust. And I shall give you some I know"
Maradiron nodded and sighed deeply. "Oh, for I had thought my grandfather had disposed of all evil. I was mistaken and it grieves my heart..." he turned to find the Wizard gone and he frowned. Many times had he come and gone and yet Maradiron did not know who it was. The long beard and pointy hat could be anyone. She sat down in his chair and buried his head in his hands.
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"You speak like a fool, Wizard"
The Wizard looked at the Elf as she sat in the tree with her bow across her legs. The moon sent strays of gold across her dark hair and her eyes sparkled with the stars. Yet her face was as fair as the rest of her and the rest of her was clad in the clothes of Mirkwood Elves. "You fool of an Elf!"
This made the Elf jump down and she looked at the Wizard. "I do not owe anything to the race of Men. Nor to you!"
"It is rare of anyone of your kind getting angry, Seere," the Wizard said good natured, for he did not fear her. "I am asking a lot of you, I know. I could ask someone else, though I think you should ask him"
"For the last moments you have spoken of *him*. Who is he? Of whom do you speak such kind words only to dismiss them moments later?" she demanded, standing proud in front of him. Seere was indeed a Silvan Elf. Fair in skin with raven hair and eyes like the night sky. A very good archer as well, like most of the Mirkwood Elves.
The Wizard hesitated briefly and sat down. "His name I will not utter here. But he is indeed of your kin. A good archer, stronger than most. He knows the woods as he knows Mordor"
She looked at him and a frown crossed her fair features. "Indeed you cannot be talking about...about..."
"Yes. Him. He has returned"
Seere knelt down before him and looked at him. "If he comes, I will pledge my allegiance to the King of the Reunited Kingdom. With my life and my bow, I promise"
The Wizard smiled and touched her face. "Indeed, you chose right. Though your life is a gift I did not want to receive. But he will not listen to a mere Wizard, for his loyalty does not lie with us. You must go to him and ask. Beg if you have to, for again the life of Middle Earth is on the line. This is the battle for life, Seere, daughter of Anadriel. Now listen to me and I will tell you where you can find him"
Indeed, King Maradiron, son of Eldarion of the Reunited Kingdom was not sure what to make out of the Wizard's prophecy. Evil had returned in Mordor. The words shook the young King's heart and made him bow his head. "So it has returned...Evil is again stirring in Mordor"
The Wizard nodded solemnly. "Yes. It is rebuilding itself in the flames of Mont Doom"
"How can it be?" Maradiron hissed and stood up. His raven hair fell into his eyes and he did not bother to take it away. Instead, he closed his eyes. "And what can I do to stop it?"
The Wizard smiled weakly, for he was old and had seen a lot. The young King had his grandmother's beauty and his grandfather's pride. The death of Eldarion had been too swift and robbed the young man for many years of preparation for the throne. "You must gather a force strong enough to go to Mont Doom and seal it's evil from within"
"I shall take my greatest army-" Maradiron started.
"No. You take my words wrong. You need a few good Men. You need people strong enough to handle the pressure and the evil. You must select a few you trust. And I shall give you some I know"
Maradiron nodded and sighed deeply. "Oh, for I had thought my grandfather had disposed of all evil. I was mistaken and it grieves my heart..." he turned to find the Wizard gone and he frowned. Many times had he come and gone and yet Maradiron did not know who it was. The long beard and pointy hat could be anyone. She sat down in his chair and buried his head in his hands.
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"You speak like a fool, Wizard"
The Wizard looked at the Elf as she sat in the tree with her bow across her legs. The moon sent strays of gold across her dark hair and her eyes sparkled with the stars. Yet her face was as fair as the rest of her and the rest of her was clad in the clothes of Mirkwood Elves. "You fool of an Elf!"
This made the Elf jump down and she looked at the Wizard. "I do not owe anything to the race of Men. Nor to you!"
"It is rare of anyone of your kind getting angry, Seere," the Wizard said good natured, for he did not fear her. "I am asking a lot of you, I know. I could ask someone else, though I think you should ask him"
"For the last moments you have spoken of *him*. Who is he? Of whom do you speak such kind words only to dismiss them moments later?" she demanded, standing proud in front of him. Seere was indeed a Silvan Elf. Fair in skin with raven hair and eyes like the night sky. A very good archer as well, like most of the Mirkwood Elves.
The Wizard hesitated briefly and sat down. "His name I will not utter here. But he is indeed of your kin. A good archer, stronger than most. He knows the woods as he knows Mordor"
She looked at him and a frown crossed her fair features. "Indeed you cannot be talking about...about..."
"Yes. Him. He has returned"
Seere knelt down before him and looked at him. "If he comes, I will pledge my allegiance to the King of the Reunited Kingdom. With my life and my bow, I promise"
The Wizard smiled and touched her face. "Indeed, you chose right. Though your life is a gift I did not want to receive. But he will not listen to a mere Wizard, for his loyalty does not lie with us. You must go to him and ask. Beg if you have to, for again the life of Middle Earth is on the line. This is the battle for life, Seere, daughter of Anadriel. Now listen to me and I will tell you where you can find him"