Important Note!!!: For those of you who have read the first chapter before
01/19/02 then please read it again because there are minor changes. I'm
really sorry =_= I promise I will not do it again! Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
I do not own any characters in this story except for Adelaide, Isilwen, Elberon, and some 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
1.1 Old Healer's Flashback~
A lone figure stood in the dark field on a night of the full moon. Her white dress drifted with every movement she made, making her seem as if she were gliding upon the ground. A gentle breeze picked up strands of her ebony-black hair and obscured her view. Her eyes were closed and she was praying. She had almost unimaginable beauty, it seemed as if she lived in two worlds at once…the seen and the unseen. She was Isilwen, the moon maiden, also the 4th ringbearer. Hardly visible on her long slender fingers (because the folds of her sleeves) was a silver ring adorning a perfect pearl. On her neck was a small amulet the size of an acorn, which throbbed with a melody that brought tears to ones eyes. Everyone and everything seemed to stop to listen and look at such beauty before them. Even as the song ended there was a hush of awe and amazement and only the slight whispering of wind through the trees could be heard.
Isilwen looked to the heavens once more with soft shining eyes that even the stars could not compare with. Then turning away she walked to Stonebrook, her home. The silver moon guided her and the trees untangled branches that got in her way. Soon she was out of the forest that separated the fields and Stonebrook. Giving the forest silent thanks with a graceful bow, Isilwen reached her destination.
An old healer was stooping over a small babe that was too quiet. Elberon was pacing the room in worry. The healer was an elf, but somehow age had struck her good heart and wrinkles lined her small face. Yet she continued to spread good and kindness among her fellow elves. The babe was Isilwen's first born. Adelaide was her name, daughter of Elberon Ithildin and Isilwen of the Moon. However, the small child was deathly sick with a powerful disease that refused to go away with all of the old healer's most powerful spells. Isilwen looked upon her first and only child. Her eyes were filled with burning love of her first born. Adelaide seemed aware that her mother was in the same room with her and let out a soft coo and a murmur of baby talk. Isilwen smiled and from her neck, took off her amulet and set it upon the fevered neck of the baby. She smiled at Elberon and handed him the 4th ring of power, the Ithilya. He stared at her in surprise and horror; he realized what she was going to do. Making a move to stop her but she held out a hand that said more than words. Finally he stepped back and nodded solemnly. Then Isilwen said a silent prayer and held the burning Adelaide close to her cool body. She lay in her bed propped up with pillows elven made. Then she started to sing…
'I pray to the silver moon that guides the good to the heavens,
Giver of the Three Gifts of Life,
The first of Spirit that feeds the others,
The second of Soul that supports the others,
And the last one of all that exceeds the others,
The Gift of Love that Gives to all,
I give all three to thee,
Twas the fate the Valor has given me,
Grow strong and pass on the legend,
For you are the keeper of the Moon Spirit…
Isilwen closed her eyes once more and the small baby slept peacefully, something it had not done in a long while. It was a long while before the old healer realized that she was not breathing. Shaking her head in sorrow, she took the sleeping babe and laid her down in the crib. Elberon caressed Isilwen's cheek one last time and kissed her forehead.
'Nai taruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya,' he said looking at the serene face of Isilwen who had given her life to her only child. Elberon walked to Adelaide and took off the small amulet from her neck. Handing the amulet to the old healer, Elberon looked at the ring in his hand that was almost carelessly given to him. Such a ring of power was not easy to part with.
'Give the amulet to her when she has come of age to know of her past,' with that he left the room. The old healer slipped the amulet into her bag.
The passing of Isilwen spread like wildfire among the elves of Stonebrook. Everything in sight seemed to mourn for their beloved mistress. The trees howled in agony after that night, some creatures became wild and reckless, even the moon seemed to lose some of its brilliance. Soon songs were composed and sung amongst elves of the beautiful Isilwen. The old healer watched the young Adelaide grow in her mother's footsteps maybe even exceeding her beauty. She brought smiles that contained both happiness and sympathy and yet a little bit of sadness in them as well. For deep in their hearts, they could not forget that she was the one that had killed Isilwen…
End of Flashback
Notes: I'll just stop here since I have to go to sleep! But I do have the next chapter in my head!! (which unfortunately will prob not be able to contain much :P) And don't worry… our maiden will meet the prince of Mirkwood very soon ^_^ (that's what the whole story is about -^.^-) Well hope u enjoyed it and… nighty nite… *yawn*
Disclaimer:
I do not own any characters in this story except for Adelaide, Isilwen, Elberon, and some 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
1.1 Old Healer's Flashback~
A lone figure stood in the dark field on a night of the full moon. Her white dress drifted with every movement she made, making her seem as if she were gliding upon the ground. A gentle breeze picked up strands of her ebony-black hair and obscured her view. Her eyes were closed and she was praying. She had almost unimaginable beauty, it seemed as if she lived in two worlds at once…the seen and the unseen. She was Isilwen, the moon maiden, also the 4th ringbearer. Hardly visible on her long slender fingers (because the folds of her sleeves) was a silver ring adorning a perfect pearl. On her neck was a small amulet the size of an acorn, which throbbed with a melody that brought tears to ones eyes. Everyone and everything seemed to stop to listen and look at such beauty before them. Even as the song ended there was a hush of awe and amazement and only the slight whispering of wind through the trees could be heard.
Isilwen looked to the heavens once more with soft shining eyes that even the stars could not compare with. Then turning away she walked to Stonebrook, her home. The silver moon guided her and the trees untangled branches that got in her way. Soon she was out of the forest that separated the fields and Stonebrook. Giving the forest silent thanks with a graceful bow, Isilwen reached her destination.
An old healer was stooping over a small babe that was too quiet. Elberon was pacing the room in worry. The healer was an elf, but somehow age had struck her good heart and wrinkles lined her small face. Yet she continued to spread good and kindness among her fellow elves. The babe was Isilwen's first born. Adelaide was her name, daughter of Elberon Ithildin and Isilwen of the Moon. However, the small child was deathly sick with a powerful disease that refused to go away with all of the old healer's most powerful spells. Isilwen looked upon her first and only child. Her eyes were filled with burning love of her first born. Adelaide seemed aware that her mother was in the same room with her and let out a soft coo and a murmur of baby talk. Isilwen smiled and from her neck, took off her amulet and set it upon the fevered neck of the baby. She smiled at Elberon and handed him the 4th ring of power, the Ithilya. He stared at her in surprise and horror; he realized what she was going to do. Making a move to stop her but she held out a hand that said more than words. Finally he stepped back and nodded solemnly. Then Isilwen said a silent prayer and held the burning Adelaide close to her cool body. She lay in her bed propped up with pillows elven made. Then she started to sing…
'I pray to the silver moon that guides the good to the heavens,
Giver of the Three Gifts of Life,
The first of Spirit that feeds the others,
The second of Soul that supports the others,
And the last one of all that exceeds the others,
The Gift of Love that Gives to all,
I give all three to thee,
Twas the fate the Valor has given me,
Grow strong and pass on the legend,
For you are the keeper of the Moon Spirit…
Isilwen closed her eyes once more and the small baby slept peacefully, something it had not done in a long while. It was a long while before the old healer realized that she was not breathing. Shaking her head in sorrow, she took the sleeping babe and laid her down in the crib. Elberon caressed Isilwen's cheek one last time and kissed her forehead.
'Nai taruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya,' he said looking at the serene face of Isilwen who had given her life to her only child. Elberon walked to Adelaide and took off the small amulet from her neck. Handing the amulet to the old healer, Elberon looked at the ring in his hand that was almost carelessly given to him. Such a ring of power was not easy to part with.
'Give the amulet to her when she has come of age to know of her past,' with that he left the room. The old healer slipped the amulet into her bag.
The passing of Isilwen spread like wildfire among the elves of Stonebrook. Everything in sight seemed to mourn for their beloved mistress. The trees howled in agony after that night, some creatures became wild and reckless, even the moon seemed to lose some of its brilliance. Soon songs were composed and sung amongst elves of the beautiful Isilwen. The old healer watched the young Adelaide grow in her mother's footsteps maybe even exceeding her beauty. She brought smiles that contained both happiness and sympathy and yet a little bit of sadness in them as well. For deep in their hearts, they could not forget that she was the one that had killed Isilwen…
End of Flashback
Notes: I'll just stop here since I have to go to sleep! But I do have the next chapter in my head!! (which unfortunately will prob not be able to contain much :P) And don't worry… our maiden will meet the prince of Mirkwood very soon ^_^ (that's what the whole story is about -^.^-) Well hope u enjoyed it and… nighty nite… *yawn*
