I turned, feeling that meeting Legolas was only the beginning.
I then noticed the faintest of glows coming from deeper into the woods. This glow was different then Legolas's, for it held a gold shimmer instead of blue. I walked toward it, and it shone brighter through the old trees as I grew near. I came to a small clearing to behold another ghost.
He was very different from Legolas, but no less brilliant and beautiful. He was as I am, a child of Men, but he was of a high breed, a breed that has disappeared from this earth. He was clothed in fine robes of white and gold, and upon his brow lay a golden crown. His hair was a rich dark brown, and his eyes held a warm fire within their hazel depths. Every vision of a royal knight was held within him, untouchable, but gentle nevertheless. No sound came from him, for his mouth was closed. But his eyes held unshed tears. In his strong hands he gently held a golden flower.
"Arwen," he sighed softly, the sound like that of a sorrowed and pained man.
He must have heard me approach for he turned toward me.
"Hello, who are you?" he asked, his voice taking on the deep smoky tendrils of a gentle man.
I figured since they were ghost, they couldn't hunt me down or something. In my heart, I knew that these had been good men once and that they still were, though dead.
"I am Aidan, and you?" I asked.
"I have many names. But you may call me Aragorn," he said.
"Are you apart of the Fellowship?" I asked.
He looked surprised.
"Yes, how do you know of the Fellowship? Have you seen one of my companion?" he asked.
"Yes, I met the one called Legolas and he told me of it," I said.
"Did he speak of anything else?" he asked.
"He said that each of you was separated from the other by some barrier. And he told me to tell you he was sorry, though he did not say what for," I said.
"I do not know what he could be sorry for, for he has done no wrong. But he is right, we are all here, trapped, with only the echoes of each other's presence to comfort and pain us. It is most unfortunate," he said.
"Is the one you called for here as well?" I asked.
A deeper sorrow settled over him.
"No, she has passed from me, though I saw her dwell here in sorrow for a while, until she passed on, and faded from me. My evening star is too far from my grasp and I long for her for the rest of my days, as long as they are," he sighed sadly.
I did not know what to say, for it tore at my heart how deeply sorrowed he was to be separated from his true love. But I did not need to speak, for he turned toward me again, his eyes filled with starlight and shadows of pain and sadness.
"Carry my message with you. Tell the others I am sorrow, especially to Frodo, for I have wronged him the most," he said, and so passed from my sight as well.
I sighed softly. This was getting more and more complicated by the minute.
I then noticed the faintest of glows coming from deeper into the woods. This glow was different then Legolas's, for it held a gold shimmer instead of blue. I walked toward it, and it shone brighter through the old trees as I grew near. I came to a small clearing to behold another ghost.
He was very different from Legolas, but no less brilliant and beautiful. He was as I am, a child of Men, but he was of a high breed, a breed that has disappeared from this earth. He was clothed in fine robes of white and gold, and upon his brow lay a golden crown. His hair was a rich dark brown, and his eyes held a warm fire within their hazel depths. Every vision of a royal knight was held within him, untouchable, but gentle nevertheless. No sound came from him, for his mouth was closed. But his eyes held unshed tears. In his strong hands he gently held a golden flower.
"Arwen," he sighed softly, the sound like that of a sorrowed and pained man.
He must have heard me approach for he turned toward me.
"Hello, who are you?" he asked, his voice taking on the deep smoky tendrils of a gentle man.
I figured since they were ghost, they couldn't hunt me down or something. In my heart, I knew that these had been good men once and that they still were, though dead.
"I am Aidan, and you?" I asked.
"I have many names. But you may call me Aragorn," he said.
"Are you apart of the Fellowship?" I asked.
He looked surprised.
"Yes, how do you know of the Fellowship? Have you seen one of my companion?" he asked.
"Yes, I met the one called Legolas and he told me of it," I said.
"Did he speak of anything else?" he asked.
"He said that each of you was separated from the other by some barrier. And he told me to tell you he was sorry, though he did not say what for," I said.
"I do not know what he could be sorry for, for he has done no wrong. But he is right, we are all here, trapped, with only the echoes of each other's presence to comfort and pain us. It is most unfortunate," he said.
"Is the one you called for here as well?" I asked.
A deeper sorrow settled over him.
"No, she has passed from me, though I saw her dwell here in sorrow for a while, until she passed on, and faded from me. My evening star is too far from my grasp and I long for her for the rest of my days, as long as they are," he sighed sadly.
I did not know what to say, for it tore at my heart how deeply sorrowed he was to be separated from his true love. But I did not need to speak, for he turned toward me again, his eyes filled with starlight and shadows of pain and sadness.
"Carry my message with you. Tell the others I am sorrow, especially to Frodo, for I have wronged him the most," he said, and so passed from my sight as well.
I sighed softly. This was getting more and more complicated by the minute.