Disclaimer: I own only Casey [yeah, thank god I own a character], but not
any of the Tolkein ones [damn].
A/N: I love author's notes! Yay for whoever invented them! I have 70 reviews! *Does a mad Funky Chicken dance*
Okay, to put a rest to everyone's fears and expectations…
1. There will be no naked Legolas. Sorry, this is not that kinda fic.
2. Casey and Frodo will go together [eventually]. But Legolas looks like the jealous type anyway. ( I may introduce a Sam/Frodo/Casey love triangle too, hehe.
The movie is actually completely different from the book. But that's okay, it means that there will still be an element of surprise left in TTT!
I think I should write a Dominic Monaghan story now… he has been sadly neglected, always having to play the supporting role! There are just too many Orlando Bloom fics, though I love to read them!
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The sun was setting, splashing golden colors over her world, her canvas. The Fellowship had managed to reach the woods of Lothlòrien without any misfortune. They had only stopped briefly by a river to tend to Sam and Frodo's wounds.
The Fellowship jogged into the woods, stealthily. Once inside, they breathed easier. Hopefully, they would be protected from the Moria orcs. Gimli however was the only exception – dwarves are never trusting of elves. Each of the Fellowship had their own thoughts. Both Aragorn and Casey felt that they had been there before – except Aragorn knew this for sure, but Casey just had a gut feeling about it.
The atmosphere of the woods was calm, serene. But there was an eerie feeling about it, as no light shone through the trees' canopy, and yet everything was bathed in a golden light, and leaves fell softly around them, creating a dream-like atmosphere. There obviously was something different about the woods, because Casey was visible to all quite clearly.
"Keep close to me!" whispered Gimli to the hobbits. He seemed to look around suspiciously, while Legolas seemed to be bounding from tree to tree.
"Hello tree! Ah, how this place reminds me so much of my home!" he whispered to one, while stroking the trunk. Merry nudged Pippin and both burst into silent hysterical laughter.
"They say the Lady of the Woods has secret power, that she casts over all, and that she is a witch," whispered Gimli, unaware that Frodo had paused.
"Mr. Frodo?" asked Sam. Frodo looked up. Before he could reply, an arrow was aimed at his face. In fact, identical arrows were aimed at all of their faces – except for Casey's. The owners of the arrows looked similar to Legolas, for they were wood-elves – tall, blonde and blue-eyed. An elf emerged from the throng of archers surrounding them.
"Haldir o Lorien," said Aragorn to the elf, "Henion aniron, boe ammen I dulu lin. Boe ammen veriad lin."
"What's he saying?" whispered Sam.
"He's asking the elf for protection," replied Frodo.
"The Lady of the Wood knows about your arrival, and she wishes to greet you all. Come, follow me." Haldir turned to go, but then Gimli cried out to Aragorn.
"This is perilous! We must turn back!" the dwarf cried.
"Once you have entered the realm of the Lady, you cannot go back," said Haldir softly. "But come, follow me." With that, the elf turned. The other elves lowered their bows. The Fellowship followed silently behind them, with Gimli muttering to himself angrily.
"If you insist on insulting the Lady," said Haldir suddenly, "then I am afraid that you must go blindfold in these woods." Gimli remained quiet after the outburst, and followed meekly behind Aragorn.
The elves led the Fellowship up staircases, which were entwined with the tall trees, so that they seemed to be part of the woods itself. Presently, the Fellowship arrived at a platform. In front of them was another ornate staircase.
A lady and a man descended from the stairs, bathed in white light. It was Galadriel and Celeborn. The Fellowhsip bowed their heads in respect for the two ancient elves.
"There were nine that set out for Rivendell, yet I only see eight before me. Pray tell me, what of Gandalf? I much desired to speak with him again," asked Celeborn, in a regal manner. Galadriel spread her gaze over the Fellowship.
"He has fallen into shadow," she said at last. Aragorn bowed his head even more.
"But come, you are all weary for you have travelled far. Tonight you shall all rest and sleep." Her voice echoed, as her gaze settled on Frodo's for an uncomfortably long time. The ring bearer looked away from her intense gaze after a while, and stared at his own feet. Casey was left to wonder what had happened.
The Fellowship were given make-shift beds of pillows and blankets, and proceeded to make camp at the foot of several trees, as the hobbits and dwarf were not at all familiar with sleeping so high up as wood-elves do. The wood-elves of Lothlorien had embraced Legolas as their long lost cousin, and had taken him on a tour of the woods. The rest of the Fellowship were left to their own devices.
Aragorn and Boromir were discussing something about Gondor. Gimli sharpening his axe, glancing around suspiciously. Merry and Pippin were having a pillow fight, Sam was taking a nap and Frodo was splashing his toes in the river absently. His thoughts were obviously somewhere else. Casey was busy plaiting her hair. Every now and then, Frodo would glance at Casey, staring at her for a long time, before turning his attention back to his toes.
Night fell in Lothlorien. The sound of battle could be heard far away, as the elves fought the Moria orcs, intent on chasing the Fellowship. The Fellowship slept easily. But two figures were watching them, one was not aware of the other.
A swift movement caused a light breeze to ruffle Frodo's curls. His eyes fluttered open. He saw a figure in shimmering white walk past him, and look at him, as if beckoning him to follow. He got up, and followed the figure, as if in a dream. Casey was already awake, as she could hear some sniffling in the background. She saw Frodo throw aside his blankets gently, and follow Galadriel. She got up too. She was sure that this Galadriel was the same person who had met her when she first arrived in Middle-Earth, and this was the place she had thought to be heaven.
Galadriel led Frodo into a little hollow, where in the centre was an altar with a silver dish set in the middle.
"Will you look into the mirror?" she asked, as she gathered water into a jug from a trickling stream. She walked towards the altar, and began to pour the water into the dish.
"What will I see?" asked Frodo hesitantly as he descended from the steps.
"Things that have been, things that will be, and some things that have not yet come to past." The last drop fell into the mirror. She stepped aside. "You may look too, Casey."
Frodo, who had reached the altar turned around in mild surprise at the angel standing on the top of the stairs.
"What will I see?" she asked.
"Whatever your heart desire's the most," Galadriel murmured. Frodo shot Casey a glance, and then climbed upon the altar. Casey descended the stairs softly, and stood next to Galadriel.
"Do not touch the water, Frodo," said Galadriel. Frodo nodded at her, and then looked inside the crystal depths of the mirror.
He seemed calm, but his eyes began to grow larger, and his eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. Then, with a cry, he fell back from the altar onto the ground. Casey jumped in fright, and ran to Frodo's side. Steam rose from the mirror. Casey helped Frodo up, who was clutching onto the Ring as if his life depended on it. Galadriel remained still, silent.
"I know what it is you saw, for it is in my mind also." Galadriel spoke. Frodo remained silent. He stared at the elf, and held out his hand, with the Ring on its chain.
"You offer it to me freely?" asked Galadriel. Casey looked down at the hobbit, confused.
"I do not deny that my heart has desired this greatly," said Galadriel, as she drew closer to the hobbit. A terrible silence filled the woods, and Casey heard nothing. But Galadriel drew herself up and her eyes grew large. Frodo took a step back. Galadriel composed herself, and grew calm again.
"I have passed the test. I shall diminish and go to the West, and remain Galadriel," she said at last.
"Then I know now what I must do, it's just that – it is so hard," replied Frodo, as he put the chain around his neck.
"Even the smallest person can change the course of the future," she replied. She walked over to Frodo and kissed him on the head. "Now, go and get some rest, while I talk to Casey."
Galadriel smiled as she watched the hobbit hurry off, glancing at Casey only once, as if to reassure her not to be afraid.
"Will you look into the mirror?" Galadriel asked at last.
"Yes," said Casey, "But I don't know what my heart desires."
Galadriel gave a secretive smile.
"You already know."
Casey felt even more confused, but she knew that a certain hobbit had to be involved somewhere. She didn't need to step up to the altar, it was the perfect height for her. Putting her hands on either side of the mirror, she looked. She saw nothing at first, but then an image began to form. Casey's eyes widened slightly…
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A/N: Cliffie!! Mwahaha!! Sorry to keep all you guys in suspense for so long, I was catching up on my schoolwork [yeah, I'm a busy girlie]. I probably won't be able to update that often, since I am pretty busy, but at least I've planned an ending! Yes, even all good stories must come to an end…
A/N: I love author's notes! Yay for whoever invented them! I have 70 reviews! *Does a mad Funky Chicken dance*
Okay, to put a rest to everyone's fears and expectations…
1. There will be no naked Legolas. Sorry, this is not that kinda fic.
2. Casey and Frodo will go together [eventually]. But Legolas looks like the jealous type anyway. ( I may introduce a Sam/Frodo/Casey love triangle too, hehe.
The movie is actually completely different from the book. But that's okay, it means that there will still be an element of surprise left in TTT!
I think I should write a Dominic Monaghan story now… he has been sadly neglected, always having to play the supporting role! There are just too many Orlando Bloom fics, though I love to read them!
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The sun was setting, splashing golden colors over her world, her canvas. The Fellowship had managed to reach the woods of Lothlòrien without any misfortune. They had only stopped briefly by a river to tend to Sam and Frodo's wounds.
The Fellowship jogged into the woods, stealthily. Once inside, they breathed easier. Hopefully, they would be protected from the Moria orcs. Gimli however was the only exception – dwarves are never trusting of elves. Each of the Fellowship had their own thoughts. Both Aragorn and Casey felt that they had been there before – except Aragorn knew this for sure, but Casey just had a gut feeling about it.
The atmosphere of the woods was calm, serene. But there was an eerie feeling about it, as no light shone through the trees' canopy, and yet everything was bathed in a golden light, and leaves fell softly around them, creating a dream-like atmosphere. There obviously was something different about the woods, because Casey was visible to all quite clearly.
"Keep close to me!" whispered Gimli to the hobbits. He seemed to look around suspiciously, while Legolas seemed to be bounding from tree to tree.
"Hello tree! Ah, how this place reminds me so much of my home!" he whispered to one, while stroking the trunk. Merry nudged Pippin and both burst into silent hysterical laughter.
"They say the Lady of the Woods has secret power, that she casts over all, and that she is a witch," whispered Gimli, unaware that Frodo had paused.
"Mr. Frodo?" asked Sam. Frodo looked up. Before he could reply, an arrow was aimed at his face. In fact, identical arrows were aimed at all of their faces – except for Casey's. The owners of the arrows looked similar to Legolas, for they were wood-elves – tall, blonde and blue-eyed. An elf emerged from the throng of archers surrounding them.
"Haldir o Lorien," said Aragorn to the elf, "Henion aniron, boe ammen I dulu lin. Boe ammen veriad lin."
"What's he saying?" whispered Sam.
"He's asking the elf for protection," replied Frodo.
"The Lady of the Wood knows about your arrival, and she wishes to greet you all. Come, follow me." Haldir turned to go, but then Gimli cried out to Aragorn.
"This is perilous! We must turn back!" the dwarf cried.
"Once you have entered the realm of the Lady, you cannot go back," said Haldir softly. "But come, follow me." With that, the elf turned. The other elves lowered their bows. The Fellowship followed silently behind them, with Gimli muttering to himself angrily.
"If you insist on insulting the Lady," said Haldir suddenly, "then I am afraid that you must go blindfold in these woods." Gimli remained quiet after the outburst, and followed meekly behind Aragorn.
The elves led the Fellowship up staircases, which were entwined with the tall trees, so that they seemed to be part of the woods itself. Presently, the Fellowship arrived at a platform. In front of them was another ornate staircase.
A lady and a man descended from the stairs, bathed in white light. It was Galadriel and Celeborn. The Fellowhsip bowed their heads in respect for the two ancient elves.
"There were nine that set out for Rivendell, yet I only see eight before me. Pray tell me, what of Gandalf? I much desired to speak with him again," asked Celeborn, in a regal manner. Galadriel spread her gaze over the Fellowship.
"He has fallen into shadow," she said at last. Aragorn bowed his head even more.
"But come, you are all weary for you have travelled far. Tonight you shall all rest and sleep." Her voice echoed, as her gaze settled on Frodo's for an uncomfortably long time. The ring bearer looked away from her intense gaze after a while, and stared at his own feet. Casey was left to wonder what had happened.
The Fellowship were given make-shift beds of pillows and blankets, and proceeded to make camp at the foot of several trees, as the hobbits and dwarf were not at all familiar with sleeping so high up as wood-elves do. The wood-elves of Lothlorien had embraced Legolas as their long lost cousin, and had taken him on a tour of the woods. The rest of the Fellowship were left to their own devices.
Aragorn and Boromir were discussing something about Gondor. Gimli sharpening his axe, glancing around suspiciously. Merry and Pippin were having a pillow fight, Sam was taking a nap and Frodo was splashing his toes in the river absently. His thoughts were obviously somewhere else. Casey was busy plaiting her hair. Every now and then, Frodo would glance at Casey, staring at her for a long time, before turning his attention back to his toes.
Night fell in Lothlorien. The sound of battle could be heard far away, as the elves fought the Moria orcs, intent on chasing the Fellowship. The Fellowship slept easily. But two figures were watching them, one was not aware of the other.
A swift movement caused a light breeze to ruffle Frodo's curls. His eyes fluttered open. He saw a figure in shimmering white walk past him, and look at him, as if beckoning him to follow. He got up, and followed the figure, as if in a dream. Casey was already awake, as she could hear some sniffling in the background. She saw Frodo throw aside his blankets gently, and follow Galadriel. She got up too. She was sure that this Galadriel was the same person who had met her when she first arrived in Middle-Earth, and this was the place she had thought to be heaven.
Galadriel led Frodo into a little hollow, where in the centre was an altar with a silver dish set in the middle.
"Will you look into the mirror?" she asked, as she gathered water into a jug from a trickling stream. She walked towards the altar, and began to pour the water into the dish.
"What will I see?" asked Frodo hesitantly as he descended from the steps.
"Things that have been, things that will be, and some things that have not yet come to past." The last drop fell into the mirror. She stepped aside. "You may look too, Casey."
Frodo, who had reached the altar turned around in mild surprise at the angel standing on the top of the stairs.
"What will I see?" she asked.
"Whatever your heart desire's the most," Galadriel murmured. Frodo shot Casey a glance, and then climbed upon the altar. Casey descended the stairs softly, and stood next to Galadriel.
"Do not touch the water, Frodo," said Galadriel. Frodo nodded at her, and then looked inside the crystal depths of the mirror.
He seemed calm, but his eyes began to grow larger, and his eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. Then, with a cry, he fell back from the altar onto the ground. Casey jumped in fright, and ran to Frodo's side. Steam rose from the mirror. Casey helped Frodo up, who was clutching onto the Ring as if his life depended on it. Galadriel remained still, silent.
"I know what it is you saw, for it is in my mind also." Galadriel spoke. Frodo remained silent. He stared at the elf, and held out his hand, with the Ring on its chain.
"You offer it to me freely?" asked Galadriel. Casey looked down at the hobbit, confused.
"I do not deny that my heart has desired this greatly," said Galadriel, as she drew closer to the hobbit. A terrible silence filled the woods, and Casey heard nothing. But Galadriel drew herself up and her eyes grew large. Frodo took a step back. Galadriel composed herself, and grew calm again.
"I have passed the test. I shall diminish and go to the West, and remain Galadriel," she said at last.
"Then I know now what I must do, it's just that – it is so hard," replied Frodo, as he put the chain around his neck.
"Even the smallest person can change the course of the future," she replied. She walked over to Frodo and kissed him on the head. "Now, go and get some rest, while I talk to Casey."
Galadriel smiled as she watched the hobbit hurry off, glancing at Casey only once, as if to reassure her not to be afraid.
"Will you look into the mirror?" Galadriel asked at last.
"Yes," said Casey, "But I don't know what my heart desires."
Galadriel gave a secretive smile.
"You already know."
Casey felt even more confused, but she knew that a certain hobbit had to be involved somewhere. She didn't need to step up to the altar, it was the perfect height for her. Putting her hands on either side of the mirror, she looked. She saw nothing at first, but then an image began to form. Casey's eyes widened slightly…
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A/N: Cliffie!! Mwahaha!! Sorry to keep all you guys in suspense for so long, I was catching up on my schoolwork [yeah, I'm a busy girlie]. I probably won't be able to update that often, since I am pretty busy, but at least I've planned an ending! Yes, even all good stories must come to an end…