The characters are mine, but based on Lord of the Rings by Tolkien.
This is my first fic, so please review and tell me if its worth carrying on!
By Rykan
Imladris
They turned and went back to the road leading to Bree. They tarried a while in Bree, before continuing along the East-West Road. On the road, they soon came parallel to Weathertop. They stood a while, looking at Amon Sûl, remembering what they had been told of the events that happened there whilst the clouds gathered in the sky. They were now coming quite close to Rivendel, and camped next to the Last Bridge. The sky had now turned dark grey and thunder was in the air, so they did not sing nor light a fire that night, and so huddled together for warmth.
They arose late the next morn, for the clouds were dark and still grey, and the sun was hidden. Afore long after they had set out it began to rain. Milyamarien donned a brown cloak, and, though Telpë loved the rain it was not the joyful rain of spring, so they decided to go through the Trollshaws, a forest to the left of the road.
Milyamarien and Telpë had travelled far, and had now come to the Misty Mountains. They knew vaguely where the hidden vale of Rivendell was situated, and found it ere clouds parted and the sun set.
They were warmly welcomed to Imladris, and Elrond granted them a few days of rest ere they took counsel with Elrond.
On their second day of rest, Milyamarien and Telpë were walking along the river that runs through Rivenedell, when Milyamarien espied some one sitting under a tree on the far bank. She gasped and pulled Telpë behind a tree. "Telpë! It is the Hobbit that we saw in the Old Forest!" "Well, what are you to do about it?" Telpë replied, being a little amused at her own incomprehension. "I-I am not sure." Milyamarien tore her gaze from the Hobbit and looked at Telpë, who smiled at her. "Silly osellé. Let us go and see Elrond Peredhil and find out who this mysterious Hobbit is." Milyamarien smiled and hugged Telpë; and with that they went back to find Elrond.
It took them not long to find Master Elrond. He was standing on a balcony looking out over the valley, and turned when he heard them coming. "Milyamarien, Telpë. I thought you would seek my counsel tomorrow." Telpë shyly smiled at Elrond, who was so wise and learned. "That is not the reason we seek you, Master Elrond" Milyamarien said. Telpë gathered herself and said "No indeed; we wish to find out the name of this Hobbit that we have seen about Imladris, and how it is that he comes here." There were a few benches on the balcony. Elrond sat down and motioned for the two to sit on the other bench, which they gratefully did. "I believe you are referring to a Mr. Faryward Hilldweller. Frodo adopted him ere he and Bilbo left for the Grey Havens. Faryward wished to see that which Frodo and Bilbo talked so much about, and thus here he is." Elrond gave Milyamarien an inquisitive yet some how knowing look. "Why do you wish to know this, Milyamarien?" Milyamarien faintly blushed, and
Telpë smiled at the fact that Milyamarien had been caught. "Forgive me, Master Elrond, for I fear that I am indeed in love with this Faryward." Elrond kindly smiled. "You need not my pardon, Milyamarien, for I think it wonderful that even after such times as we have seen, love can still be found, even between two such unlikely people, for Mr. Hilldweller has asked me about you also Milyamarien." Milyamarien started, but still kept an air of composure. Telpë giggled slightly and quietly, and turned to Milyamarien. "We shall have to go and see this Mr. Hilldweller." "Maybe in a while." Replied Milyamarien
So Milyamarien and Telpë went back to the river and the place where they had seen Faryward. He appeared to be asleep under the tree, so Milyamarien and Telpë crossed over the bridge that was a little down stream. They came up to the Hobbit, who opened a lazy eye and looked up at them. He then opened both eyes and jumped up. He was quite a tall Hobbit and came up to Milyamariens shoulders. "You are the Elves who were following me in the Old Forest!" Milyamarien again slightly blushed at being caught. "So much for the light-footedness of Elves." Telpë said. Milyamarien turned to the Hobbit. "How did you know we were there? You seemed completely unawares." "Hobbits are just as lithe and fleet-footed as Elves can be, so I knew you were there; but I also occasionally caught sight of you going from one tree to another." Farywards expression softened from that of mock sternest and smiled at Milyamarien. "But I minded it not, for though all Elves are fair of face, none have I seen
with such light in their face or beauty in their eyes as you, fair Milyamarien." Telpë smiled. It looked as though a union of Hobbit and Elf would soon come to pass.
This is my first fic, so please review and tell me if its worth carrying on!
By Rykan
Imladris
They turned and went back to the road leading to Bree. They tarried a while in Bree, before continuing along the East-West Road. On the road, they soon came parallel to Weathertop. They stood a while, looking at Amon Sûl, remembering what they had been told of the events that happened there whilst the clouds gathered in the sky. They were now coming quite close to Rivendel, and camped next to the Last Bridge. The sky had now turned dark grey and thunder was in the air, so they did not sing nor light a fire that night, and so huddled together for warmth.
They arose late the next morn, for the clouds were dark and still grey, and the sun was hidden. Afore long after they had set out it began to rain. Milyamarien donned a brown cloak, and, though Telpë loved the rain it was not the joyful rain of spring, so they decided to go through the Trollshaws, a forest to the left of the road.
Milyamarien and Telpë had travelled far, and had now come to the Misty Mountains. They knew vaguely where the hidden vale of Rivendell was situated, and found it ere clouds parted and the sun set.
They were warmly welcomed to Imladris, and Elrond granted them a few days of rest ere they took counsel with Elrond.
On their second day of rest, Milyamarien and Telpë were walking along the river that runs through Rivenedell, when Milyamarien espied some one sitting under a tree on the far bank. She gasped and pulled Telpë behind a tree. "Telpë! It is the Hobbit that we saw in the Old Forest!" "Well, what are you to do about it?" Telpë replied, being a little amused at her own incomprehension. "I-I am not sure." Milyamarien tore her gaze from the Hobbit and looked at Telpë, who smiled at her. "Silly osellé. Let us go and see Elrond Peredhil and find out who this mysterious Hobbit is." Milyamarien smiled and hugged Telpë; and with that they went back to find Elrond.
It took them not long to find Master Elrond. He was standing on a balcony looking out over the valley, and turned when he heard them coming. "Milyamarien, Telpë. I thought you would seek my counsel tomorrow." Telpë shyly smiled at Elrond, who was so wise and learned. "That is not the reason we seek you, Master Elrond" Milyamarien said. Telpë gathered herself and said "No indeed; we wish to find out the name of this Hobbit that we have seen about Imladris, and how it is that he comes here." There were a few benches on the balcony. Elrond sat down and motioned for the two to sit on the other bench, which they gratefully did. "I believe you are referring to a Mr. Faryward Hilldweller. Frodo adopted him ere he and Bilbo left for the Grey Havens. Faryward wished to see that which Frodo and Bilbo talked so much about, and thus here he is." Elrond gave Milyamarien an inquisitive yet some how knowing look. "Why do you wish to know this, Milyamarien?" Milyamarien faintly blushed, and
Telpë smiled at the fact that Milyamarien had been caught. "Forgive me, Master Elrond, for I fear that I am indeed in love with this Faryward." Elrond kindly smiled. "You need not my pardon, Milyamarien, for I think it wonderful that even after such times as we have seen, love can still be found, even between two such unlikely people, for Mr. Hilldweller has asked me about you also Milyamarien." Milyamarien started, but still kept an air of composure. Telpë giggled slightly and quietly, and turned to Milyamarien. "We shall have to go and see this Mr. Hilldweller." "Maybe in a while." Replied Milyamarien
So Milyamarien and Telpë went back to the river and the place where they had seen Faryward. He appeared to be asleep under the tree, so Milyamarien and Telpë crossed over the bridge that was a little down stream. They came up to the Hobbit, who opened a lazy eye and looked up at them. He then opened both eyes and jumped up. He was quite a tall Hobbit and came up to Milyamariens shoulders. "You are the Elves who were following me in the Old Forest!" Milyamarien again slightly blushed at being caught. "So much for the light-footedness of Elves." Telpë said. Milyamarien turned to the Hobbit. "How did you know we were there? You seemed completely unawares." "Hobbits are just as lithe and fleet-footed as Elves can be, so I knew you were there; but I also occasionally caught sight of you going from one tree to another." Farywards expression softened from that of mock sternest and smiled at Milyamarien. "But I minded it not, for though all Elves are fair of face, none have I seen
with such light in their face or beauty in their eyes as you, fair Milyamarien." Telpë smiled. It looked as though a union of Hobbit and Elf would soon come to pass.