Disclaimer: Er, last time I checked I didn't own any of the Tolkein
characters. Just Casey. The little guardian angel. ^_~
A/N: I apologise if this chapter is a bit tedious, but I wanted to make sure that everyone knew what kind of qualities an angel would have, physical and emotional.
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"I will take the ring to Mordor." A little voice spoke up among the others.
"But I do not know the way."
Elrond smiled knowingly to himself. Galadriel had been correct, as usual. Frodo possessed within him more courage than all of the others put together, although he was unaware of the dangers he now faced.
Galadriel was walking with Casey around Rivendell, answering all her questions as best as she could.
"What exactly do I have to do as a guardian angel?" Casey asked.
"You follow Frodo and protect him," she replied.
"What, I follow him even if he goes to the bathroom?" asked Casey, with a sly smirk.
Galadriel nodded. "You never know what dangers there may be."
"Do I need to eat food? Do I ever get hungry?"
"An angel feels no hunger, thirst or even pain. They would be able to feel other emotions though." Galadriel was silent for a while.
"And do I get to walk through things and stuff?"
"No, you don't. I am sure I've said that before." Casey shrugged her shoulders as a reply.
"You walk and move like a normal being, except you leave no mark behind, and no sound when you walk."
"And do I have to wear this dress?" Casey gestured to the white, beaded dress she was wearing, similar to Galadriel's.
"Of course you do," was her reply.
"That elf…" Casey began.
"Elrond?"
"Yes. Could he – could he see me?"
"Elves, such as I, can see a faint outline. But nothing else."
"I think that that is all of my questions for now," replied Casey softly.
"You are tired now, are you not?"
"Yes, very."
"Didn't you sleep?"
"No – you told me to watch him, so I did."
Galadriel smiled to herself. Casey's loyalty to Frodo was already growing.
"Sleep now, for a while. I will watch over Frodo."
Frodo was packing his belongings quietly. He couldn't believe what had just happened in the past few hours. First, he had been summoned to a secret council. Then, he had volunteered to carry the ring to Mordor. But the biggest surprise of all was Bilbo. What had the ring done to him? Had it corrupted and poisoned him so much that he was now a mere shadow of his former self? Frodo sighed, and held up the mithril. He admired it for a while, but then felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand up. Someone was watching him.
He turned around slowly.
"Hello?"
There was no one there.
Casey was hiding behind the door. She didn't believe Galadriel when she had said that Frodo would not be able to see her – after all, that elf, Elrond had looked straight at her.
Frodo was perplexed. He felt someone's presence in the room, yet there was no one there. But it was a comforting presence, and he was glad for that.
"Oh Mr. Frodo?" Sam pushed the already open door a little wider, almost suffocating Casey.
"Yes, Sam?" said Frodo, packing the last of his clothes into his pack.
"It's supper time now," he replied.
"Wait for me Sam, I'm almost done." Frodo closed his pack and followed Sam out of the room, closing the door. And leaving Casey alone in the room.
Casey breathed another sigh of relief. Somehow, she still couldn't get used to the idea of being a guardian angel. What did that mean? What did she have to do? She sat down on the bed and sighed heavily. She noticed that when she sat down, the covers on the bed remained untouched.
"What troubles you little one?" asked Galadriel, suddenly entering the room.
"I don't think I'm the right person for this job," Casey said, "After all, I'm not brave or fearless or anything like that."
Galadriel sat down next Casey. Casey noticed that Galadriel had creased the covers under her ever so slightly.
"Casey, you were chosen because of your innocence."
"What does that mean?"
"Even angels can be corrupted by the ring. And then they cease to be angels, but become something far, far worse."
Casey was curious. Too curious, perhaps. "What do they – I mean we, what would we become?"
Galadriel hesitated. Maybe it wasn't the right time to tell her.
"I shall tell you later. Now, go and find Frodo. And stay by his side."
Casey obeyed and walked out of the room, leaving Galadriel sitting on the bed by herself.
Shortly afterwards, Elrond entered.
"Galadriel, why do you not come to the feast? We were all expecting you."
"I was speaking to Casey," the solemn elf replied, "for she is troubled."
"What about?"
"In fulfilling her duty, to protect Frodo."
Elrond paused for a while, and observed Frodo's bedroom. How neat everything was – the bag placed onto the table, several books stacked in a pile, and his cloak hung over the chair. All those little touches seemed to bring the air of the Shire in the middle of the elven-city of Rivendell.
"She is troubled," repeated Galadriel, "and so am I. Have we done the right thing, to choose an innocent girl from a different world to protect the ringbearer? So much depends on Frodo, and yet if Casey does not know what to do –"
"You are losing faith in her fast," replied Elrond, "you were the one who suggested choosing a girl with no knowledge whatsoever of this world, and could not be corrupted by the ring and turned into a nagel."
"I am only troubled for her. She still does not know the full extent of her capabilities, and how to use them."
"She will learn fast."
Galadriel shook her head. "I am afraid that she may not know what to do, and feel completely lost – and then, I will not be there to help her."
"She knew how to heal Frodo."
Galadriel smiled. "Yes, that is a relief to know."
There was a comfortable silence between the son-in-law and the mother. Some time passed before Elrond spoke again.
"When will she be able to take form?" he asked.
This time, Galadriel paused. "Only when they, Frodo and Casey, learn to love."
"And then he shall see her?"
"Yes."
"What will be her fate then?"
"Even I do not know."
Galadriel stood up.
"Come, let us go to the feast. I am sure that the others must have missed us already."
He gave his arm to Galadriel, and together they walked to the hall.
Casey was already there when they arrived. She just watched everyone eat, and therefore had plenty of time to observe everyone.
There were the four hobbits – Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry.
The wizard who had been sitting by Frodo's bed, Gandalf.
The men, Aragorn and Boromir.
The dwarves, Gimli and others.
And finally the elves. Casey did not dare stay in their sight for too long, and hid behind Frodo's chair whenever they looked in her direction. She knew that there were elves from Mirkwood, with blonde hair, and elves from Rivendell, with dark raven hair. She also liked Arwen's necklace, the Evenstar. [A/N: No really, I do like the necklace – does anyone know where I can buy one like that?]
However she had grown bored, and a little sad that she couldn't eat anything. That reminded her of home – she wondered how everyone was coping. Did anyone miss her? How were her parents? Were they sad? She didn't know – and she missed them all.
"If this is the only action I'm gonna see while I'm here, I may as well go back home," she thought. She looked up in astonishment when Galadriel entered with Elrond, and the diners looked up at her and greeted her respectfully.
"She can't be an angel," Casey thought, "if others can see her. And yet, when I first arrived in Rivendell with her, no one noticed the two of us…"
An elf pulled out an ornate chair for Galadriel, and she sat down upon it. She then looked up and gave Casey a secretive smile.
It was night-time, and the feast was well over. Galadriel was walking with Casey around the gardens of Rivendell.
"You will be leaving tomorrow," the graceful elf said. Casey remained silent. Galadriel looked down at her. "Are you afraid?"
Casey looked up. Galadriel stared deep into her brown eyes, as if trying to read her thoughts.
"Yes," said Casey after a moment's pause. Later, "Very."
"You have nothing to fear," said Galadriel. They came to a stone bench, and Galadriel motioned for Casey to sit down next to her.
Galadriel produced from her robe a necklace, similar to the one that Arwen wore, but with a blue crystal instead.
"Wear this Casey, and you will be reminded of your duty, who you are – and what you are." Casey put the necklace on, and immediately felt its calming effect.
"Before I leave, I want to see how life is back home. Can't I go back, as an angel?"
Galadriel shook her head.
"That is not possible. I am sorry, but once you have left the other world and entered our world, you cannot return – dead or alive."
Casey was silent for another moment. She would have a lot to get used to.
A/N: I apologise if this chapter is a bit tedious, but I wanted to make sure that everyone knew what kind of qualities an angel would have, physical and emotional.
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"I will take the ring to Mordor." A little voice spoke up among the others.
"But I do not know the way."
Elrond smiled knowingly to himself. Galadriel had been correct, as usual. Frodo possessed within him more courage than all of the others put together, although he was unaware of the dangers he now faced.
Galadriel was walking with Casey around Rivendell, answering all her questions as best as she could.
"What exactly do I have to do as a guardian angel?" Casey asked.
"You follow Frodo and protect him," she replied.
"What, I follow him even if he goes to the bathroom?" asked Casey, with a sly smirk.
Galadriel nodded. "You never know what dangers there may be."
"Do I need to eat food? Do I ever get hungry?"
"An angel feels no hunger, thirst or even pain. They would be able to feel other emotions though." Galadriel was silent for a while.
"And do I get to walk through things and stuff?"
"No, you don't. I am sure I've said that before." Casey shrugged her shoulders as a reply.
"You walk and move like a normal being, except you leave no mark behind, and no sound when you walk."
"And do I have to wear this dress?" Casey gestured to the white, beaded dress she was wearing, similar to Galadriel's.
"Of course you do," was her reply.
"That elf…" Casey began.
"Elrond?"
"Yes. Could he – could he see me?"
"Elves, such as I, can see a faint outline. But nothing else."
"I think that that is all of my questions for now," replied Casey softly.
"You are tired now, are you not?"
"Yes, very."
"Didn't you sleep?"
"No – you told me to watch him, so I did."
Galadriel smiled to herself. Casey's loyalty to Frodo was already growing.
"Sleep now, for a while. I will watch over Frodo."
Frodo was packing his belongings quietly. He couldn't believe what had just happened in the past few hours. First, he had been summoned to a secret council. Then, he had volunteered to carry the ring to Mordor. But the biggest surprise of all was Bilbo. What had the ring done to him? Had it corrupted and poisoned him so much that he was now a mere shadow of his former self? Frodo sighed, and held up the mithril. He admired it for a while, but then felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand up. Someone was watching him.
He turned around slowly.
"Hello?"
There was no one there.
Casey was hiding behind the door. She didn't believe Galadriel when she had said that Frodo would not be able to see her – after all, that elf, Elrond had looked straight at her.
Frodo was perplexed. He felt someone's presence in the room, yet there was no one there. But it was a comforting presence, and he was glad for that.
"Oh Mr. Frodo?" Sam pushed the already open door a little wider, almost suffocating Casey.
"Yes, Sam?" said Frodo, packing the last of his clothes into his pack.
"It's supper time now," he replied.
"Wait for me Sam, I'm almost done." Frodo closed his pack and followed Sam out of the room, closing the door. And leaving Casey alone in the room.
Casey breathed another sigh of relief. Somehow, she still couldn't get used to the idea of being a guardian angel. What did that mean? What did she have to do? She sat down on the bed and sighed heavily. She noticed that when she sat down, the covers on the bed remained untouched.
"What troubles you little one?" asked Galadriel, suddenly entering the room.
"I don't think I'm the right person for this job," Casey said, "After all, I'm not brave or fearless or anything like that."
Galadriel sat down next Casey. Casey noticed that Galadriel had creased the covers under her ever so slightly.
"Casey, you were chosen because of your innocence."
"What does that mean?"
"Even angels can be corrupted by the ring. And then they cease to be angels, but become something far, far worse."
Casey was curious. Too curious, perhaps. "What do they – I mean we, what would we become?"
Galadriel hesitated. Maybe it wasn't the right time to tell her.
"I shall tell you later. Now, go and find Frodo. And stay by his side."
Casey obeyed and walked out of the room, leaving Galadriel sitting on the bed by herself.
Shortly afterwards, Elrond entered.
"Galadriel, why do you not come to the feast? We were all expecting you."
"I was speaking to Casey," the solemn elf replied, "for she is troubled."
"What about?"
"In fulfilling her duty, to protect Frodo."
Elrond paused for a while, and observed Frodo's bedroom. How neat everything was – the bag placed onto the table, several books stacked in a pile, and his cloak hung over the chair. All those little touches seemed to bring the air of the Shire in the middle of the elven-city of Rivendell.
"She is troubled," repeated Galadriel, "and so am I. Have we done the right thing, to choose an innocent girl from a different world to protect the ringbearer? So much depends on Frodo, and yet if Casey does not know what to do –"
"You are losing faith in her fast," replied Elrond, "you were the one who suggested choosing a girl with no knowledge whatsoever of this world, and could not be corrupted by the ring and turned into a nagel."
"I am only troubled for her. She still does not know the full extent of her capabilities, and how to use them."
"She will learn fast."
Galadriel shook her head. "I am afraid that she may not know what to do, and feel completely lost – and then, I will not be there to help her."
"She knew how to heal Frodo."
Galadriel smiled. "Yes, that is a relief to know."
There was a comfortable silence between the son-in-law and the mother. Some time passed before Elrond spoke again.
"When will she be able to take form?" he asked.
This time, Galadriel paused. "Only when they, Frodo and Casey, learn to love."
"And then he shall see her?"
"Yes."
"What will be her fate then?"
"Even I do not know."
Galadriel stood up.
"Come, let us go to the feast. I am sure that the others must have missed us already."
He gave his arm to Galadriel, and together they walked to the hall.
Casey was already there when they arrived. She just watched everyone eat, and therefore had plenty of time to observe everyone.
There were the four hobbits – Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry.
The wizard who had been sitting by Frodo's bed, Gandalf.
The men, Aragorn and Boromir.
The dwarves, Gimli and others.
And finally the elves. Casey did not dare stay in their sight for too long, and hid behind Frodo's chair whenever they looked in her direction. She knew that there were elves from Mirkwood, with blonde hair, and elves from Rivendell, with dark raven hair. She also liked Arwen's necklace, the Evenstar. [A/N: No really, I do like the necklace – does anyone know where I can buy one like that?]
However she had grown bored, and a little sad that she couldn't eat anything. That reminded her of home – she wondered how everyone was coping. Did anyone miss her? How were her parents? Were they sad? She didn't know – and she missed them all.
"If this is the only action I'm gonna see while I'm here, I may as well go back home," she thought. She looked up in astonishment when Galadriel entered with Elrond, and the diners looked up at her and greeted her respectfully.
"She can't be an angel," Casey thought, "if others can see her. And yet, when I first arrived in Rivendell with her, no one noticed the two of us…"
An elf pulled out an ornate chair for Galadriel, and she sat down upon it. She then looked up and gave Casey a secretive smile.
It was night-time, and the feast was well over. Galadriel was walking with Casey around the gardens of Rivendell.
"You will be leaving tomorrow," the graceful elf said. Casey remained silent. Galadriel looked down at her. "Are you afraid?"
Casey looked up. Galadriel stared deep into her brown eyes, as if trying to read her thoughts.
"Yes," said Casey after a moment's pause. Later, "Very."
"You have nothing to fear," said Galadriel. They came to a stone bench, and Galadriel motioned for Casey to sit down next to her.
Galadriel produced from her robe a necklace, similar to the one that Arwen wore, but with a blue crystal instead.
"Wear this Casey, and you will be reminded of your duty, who you are – and what you are." Casey put the necklace on, and immediately felt its calming effect.
"Before I leave, I want to see how life is back home. Can't I go back, as an angel?"
Galadriel shook her head.
"That is not possible. I am sorry, but once you have left the other world and entered our world, you cannot return – dead or alive."
Casey was silent for another moment. She would have a lot to get used to.