Disclaimer:
I do not own any characters in this story except for Adelaide, Elberon, and other minor characters. I did make up Stonebrook and the elves that live there. Yeah you know the rest...
Note: This is after The Return of the King the third book.
Vocab:
Glaive- long pole (about 5-6 ft.) with a sharp blade at one end (about 1ft.)
Nai taruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya- (elvish) May the Valar protect you on your path under the sky
Andúril- the sword that was broken. Was forged again by the elvish smiths
Black Shadow- sickness one gets from Nazgûl
Athelas- strong healing herb used to cure most anything
On the Hour of Our Meeting
A soft rustle in the bushes was barely heard above the whistling of the wind. A large orc emerged from the bushes and scanned the area around him. He stood still for a while seeming to drink in the darkness of the moonless sky. Then he marched forward, his breathing heavy and irregular, his footsteps loud and clumsy. The whole wood seemed tainted with the orc's foul presence.
Behind him a small shadow followed flitting from tree to tree. The orc must have sensed something for he turned about in suspicion. At this time the shadow landed a few feet ahead of the orc. He stepped back in surprise but then attacked fiercely, charging that the still shadow. At the last second the shadow stepped away and brought down its glaive upon the orc. A loud "THUCK" was heard and the rasping breathing ceased. A small shiver could be seen passing through the body of the shadow.
`Nai taruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya,' the shadow whispered. Then silently, the shadow slipped away into the darkness.
The eyes of the orc were clouded over and covered with dark blood. A foul stench emerged from it. Yet in its dark and evil outer figure, its inner soul was happy to be free from its evil bonds. For as we all know, orcs were originally elves, tortured and mutated beyond recognition.
A man of kingly stature sat on the high throne of Gondor. His dark brown hair hung a little past his shoulders and his head was topped with a crown of the finest craftwork. He was Aragorn son of Arathorn, the High King. His arms cradled the hands that once held the mighty sword, Andúril, the Flame of the west. Aragorn's face was lined with worries and sorrow as he watched his wife, Arwen Evenstar, die slowly of the Black Shadow.
`We shall find a cure yet,' Gimli, the dwarf, said trying to comfort his companion, his lord as they walked outside to the garden that Legolas had labored to grow.
`Do not lose hope, for even the most evil have the most good to counter them,' said Legolas, the elf, seeing the pain his friend was suffering. Aragorn sighed and looked at the ones who had followed him loyally and gallantly. But even his friends and their hopeful remarks could not push aside the emptiness in his heart that Arwen used to occupy.
`What stronger good can be there than athelas? We have already tried that too many times. This is evil beyond my knowledge,' said Aragorn solemnly.
`There is a song sung by mothers of old among the elves. Until now I have believed it to be a mere story, but it may be that it is true,' said Legolas. I small light of hope was kindled in the heart of Aragorn. Legolas began in a soft voice that even the stars trembled to hear.
`Like silver does the moon shine in the halls of Stonebrook,
As the maiden of the moon and night bathes in eternal bliss,
Ah Isilwen of Stonebrook!
Fated to die protecting her loved ones,
Leaving behind a legend to continue,
The Moon Spirit is her token of love,
But there is only one who wields it,
Only one who may use it,
Only one who may pass it on,
The Moon Spirit satisfies the hunger of death,
And saves the life of one who suffers,
But it asks in return, the life of another...'
Legolas finished in a hush but the air still rang with the flowing melody. Aragorn was the first to break the silence.
`Legolas, do you know where Stonebrook is?' he asked.
`It is a city of the old even old among elves,' Legolas said.
`Not to worry Aragorn, my lord and my friend, we shall find this Moon Spirit for your Arwen,' Gimli said looking at Legolas for support but did not get any. Legolas was deep in thought at the idea of the Moon Spirit.
`But Aragorn, it takes the life another... Who shall that be?' Legolas asked looking at Aragorn. He did not reply but instead looked up to the twinkling stars above.
Legolas and Gimli left together, leaving Aragorn to himself.
`So my friend, do you know where Stonebrook is?' Legolas asked Gimli. Gimli looked at his shoes and sighed.
`I know less than you Legolas, but if it helps Aragorn than I would be happier dying looking for it. I can't stand to see him suffer as he is,' Gimli muttered.
And so the two companions set off that very night in search of the legendary Moon Spirit.
`Father, the orcs are turning this way again. I just found one not far from Stonebrook...' an elf in dark robes said.
`Daughter, how many times must I tell you not to go in the woods yourself!' another elf replied in a rather annoyed tone. He looked young but old at the same time...so alive but so sad.
The other elf threw back her dark hood and put aside her glaive. She did this in a single graceful motion.
`Father Elberon, you know as well as I do that I can protect myself. You need not worry so over me,' the elf replied. Her hair was as black as those of a ravens, which was very rare among elves. Her skin was creamy white but her cheeks were flushed with red from running hard. But the most significant feature she had were her eyes. They sparkled with merriment and jest but at the same time contained the wisdom of many years as well as the sorrow.
`Adelaide, I would hate myself if you ever got hurt and you know that. You are a very important to me as well as to everyone else. Adelaide, you are the keeper of the Moon Spirit...' Elberon said. His eyes too contained wisdom deeper than one could ever get for many lifetimes. Adelaide sparkled at this new joke but then became serious once they saw Elberon's graveness.
`Very well, thank you Adelaide, I will send troops to vanquish the orcs. And please, stay within Stonebrook,' said Elberon when she said nothing. He got up and left with surprising speed.
`Me? Keeper of the Moon Spirit? It's probably just another one of his stories to keep me cooped up in here...' Adelaide thought out loud. Outside she could hear her father gathering up the few of the remaining elves that still lived in Stonebrook. She always felt sorrow in killing orcs. They were once elves after all, their will bent by force and living lives of servitude. Killing an orc was almost like killing another one of them...another fellow elf.
`Why princess! What ails you?' a voice cackled from behind. Adelaide whirled around to face the newcomer but found it was only the healer of Stonebrook, her name however was beyond remembrance. Adelaide explained her story to the healer who listened to every word.
`The keeper of the Moon Spirit? Ahh yes, it was your mother... I remember now. Here let me give you this,' the healer dug through her small bag she carried and held out a small amulet made in the shape of the moon. She slipped it on a strong elven chain and looped it over Adelaide's head. Seeing it on Adelaide, the old healer smiled with memory...
To be continued...
Notes: Ok everyone! I am obsessed with Lord of the Rings!!! *_*... ok... *everyone runs away*
Sorry it's so short. I'll make it longer next time! Anyways please Review... I need some support here... =_=
Anyways the next chapter is coming soon!!
I do not own any characters in this story except for Adelaide, Elberon, and other minor characters. I did make up Stonebrook and the elves that live there. Yeah you know the rest...
Note: This is after The Return of the King the third book.
Vocab:
Glaive- long pole (about 5-6 ft.) with a sharp blade at one end (about 1ft.)
Nai taruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya- (elvish) May the Valar protect you on your path under the sky
Andúril- the sword that was broken. Was forged again by the elvish smiths
Black Shadow- sickness one gets from Nazgûl
Athelas- strong healing herb used to cure most anything
On the Hour of Our Meeting
A soft rustle in the bushes was barely heard above the whistling of the wind. A large orc emerged from the bushes and scanned the area around him. He stood still for a while seeming to drink in the darkness of the moonless sky. Then he marched forward, his breathing heavy and irregular, his footsteps loud and clumsy. The whole wood seemed tainted with the orc's foul presence.
Behind him a small shadow followed flitting from tree to tree. The orc must have sensed something for he turned about in suspicion. At this time the shadow landed a few feet ahead of the orc. He stepped back in surprise but then attacked fiercely, charging that the still shadow. At the last second the shadow stepped away and brought down its glaive upon the orc. A loud "THUCK" was heard and the rasping breathing ceased. A small shiver could be seen passing through the body of the shadow.
`Nai taruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya,' the shadow whispered. Then silently, the shadow slipped away into the darkness.
The eyes of the orc were clouded over and covered with dark blood. A foul stench emerged from it. Yet in its dark and evil outer figure, its inner soul was happy to be free from its evil bonds. For as we all know, orcs were originally elves, tortured and mutated beyond recognition.
A man of kingly stature sat on the high throne of Gondor. His dark brown hair hung a little past his shoulders and his head was topped with a crown of the finest craftwork. He was Aragorn son of Arathorn, the High King. His arms cradled the hands that once held the mighty sword, Andúril, the Flame of the west. Aragorn's face was lined with worries and sorrow as he watched his wife, Arwen Evenstar, die slowly of the Black Shadow.
`We shall find a cure yet,' Gimli, the dwarf, said trying to comfort his companion, his lord as they walked outside to the garden that Legolas had labored to grow.
`Do not lose hope, for even the most evil have the most good to counter them,' said Legolas, the elf, seeing the pain his friend was suffering. Aragorn sighed and looked at the ones who had followed him loyally and gallantly. But even his friends and their hopeful remarks could not push aside the emptiness in his heart that Arwen used to occupy.
`What stronger good can be there than athelas? We have already tried that too many times. This is evil beyond my knowledge,' said Aragorn solemnly.
`There is a song sung by mothers of old among the elves. Until now I have believed it to be a mere story, but it may be that it is true,' said Legolas. I small light of hope was kindled in the heart of Aragorn. Legolas began in a soft voice that even the stars trembled to hear.
`Like silver does the moon shine in the halls of Stonebrook,
As the maiden of the moon and night bathes in eternal bliss,
Ah Isilwen of Stonebrook!
Fated to die protecting her loved ones,
Leaving behind a legend to continue,
The Moon Spirit is her token of love,
But there is only one who wields it,
Only one who may use it,
Only one who may pass it on,
The Moon Spirit satisfies the hunger of death,
And saves the life of one who suffers,
But it asks in return, the life of another...'
Legolas finished in a hush but the air still rang with the flowing melody. Aragorn was the first to break the silence.
`Legolas, do you know where Stonebrook is?' he asked.
`It is a city of the old even old among elves,' Legolas said.
`Not to worry Aragorn, my lord and my friend, we shall find this Moon Spirit for your Arwen,' Gimli said looking at Legolas for support but did not get any. Legolas was deep in thought at the idea of the Moon Spirit.
`But Aragorn, it takes the life another... Who shall that be?' Legolas asked looking at Aragorn. He did not reply but instead looked up to the twinkling stars above.
Legolas and Gimli left together, leaving Aragorn to himself.
`So my friend, do you know where Stonebrook is?' Legolas asked Gimli. Gimli looked at his shoes and sighed.
`I know less than you Legolas, but if it helps Aragorn than I would be happier dying looking for it. I can't stand to see him suffer as he is,' Gimli muttered.
And so the two companions set off that very night in search of the legendary Moon Spirit.
`Father, the orcs are turning this way again. I just found one not far from Stonebrook...' an elf in dark robes said.
`Daughter, how many times must I tell you not to go in the woods yourself!' another elf replied in a rather annoyed tone. He looked young but old at the same time...so alive but so sad.
The other elf threw back her dark hood and put aside her glaive. She did this in a single graceful motion.
`Father Elberon, you know as well as I do that I can protect myself. You need not worry so over me,' the elf replied. Her hair was as black as those of a ravens, which was very rare among elves. Her skin was creamy white but her cheeks were flushed with red from running hard. But the most significant feature she had were her eyes. They sparkled with merriment and jest but at the same time contained the wisdom of many years as well as the sorrow.
`Adelaide, I would hate myself if you ever got hurt and you know that. You are a very important to me as well as to everyone else. Adelaide, you are the keeper of the Moon Spirit...' Elberon said. His eyes too contained wisdom deeper than one could ever get for many lifetimes. Adelaide sparkled at this new joke but then became serious once they saw Elberon's graveness.
`Very well, thank you Adelaide, I will send troops to vanquish the orcs. And please, stay within Stonebrook,' said Elberon when she said nothing. He got up and left with surprising speed.
`Me? Keeper of the Moon Spirit? It's probably just another one of his stories to keep me cooped up in here...' Adelaide thought out loud. Outside she could hear her father gathering up the few of the remaining elves that still lived in Stonebrook. She always felt sorrow in killing orcs. They were once elves after all, their will bent by force and living lives of servitude. Killing an orc was almost like killing another one of them...another fellow elf.
`Why princess! What ails you?' a voice cackled from behind. Adelaide whirled around to face the newcomer but found it was only the healer of Stonebrook, her name however was beyond remembrance. Adelaide explained her story to the healer who listened to every word.
`The keeper of the Moon Spirit? Ahh yes, it was your mother... I remember now. Here let me give you this,' the healer dug through her small bag she carried and held out a small amulet made in the shape of the moon. She slipped it on a strong elven chain and looped it over Adelaide's head. Seeing it on Adelaide, the old healer smiled with memory...
To be continued...
Notes: Ok everyone! I am obsessed with Lord of the Rings!!! *_*... ok... *everyone runs away*
Sorry it's so short. I'll make it longer next time! Anyways please Review... I need some support here... =_=
Anyways the next chapter is coming soon!!
