A/N: Bow down to the Queen of Suspense and Goldfish. I am the Queen of
Suspense because I like cliffhangers, and the Queen of Goldfish, because I
like goldfish [but not eating them – that is a no-no].
I like people bowing to me too, ignore what I said in the last chapter. (
To Jessie: Thank you for the information on the necklace, I'm gonna go and check it out. However, it does sound pretty expensive. ( Maybe I'll just find some cheap imitation, hehe.
If any of you have time, check out my other fanfic that I'm writing with FrodoPotter, we're called Queen of Goldfish and Leggy-lou-lou. Our story's a bit mad, but never mind – I'm get back to my humorous roots, serious fics bore me after a while.
Anyways thanks for the reviews, keep them coming. I enjoy reading them and laughing hysterically. I should really give a prize to the funniest one or something. And I still have more than Cebera, mwahahaha. Bow down to me, Cebera, and grovel.
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The day finally arrived. The day that Casey had dreaded for so long. It was the day that the Fellowship were to leave Lothlorien, and resume their journey to Mordor.
Casey stood next to Galadriel facing the Fellowship, as Galadriel gave them their parting gifts. She stood in a clean, white beaded dress with her head bowed.
Galadriel smiled as the others admired their gifts. Only Frodo was left without a gift, standing at the end of the line.
"And you, Ringbearer," Galadriel said at last, turning to Frodo. "For you I have prepared this." She held up a small crystal phial, glittering in the sunlight. "In this phial is caught the light of Earendil's star, our most beloved star. Let it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out."
Frodo took the phial from her. He bowed, but found no words to say. He looked at Casey for a moment and caught her gaze. He felt that she should be standing next to him, and departing with them, not remaining here in Lothlorien. A lump formed in his throat, and he found that he could not look at Casey, so he pretended to inspect his gift.
Casey caught a flicker of bright blue, as Frodo looked at her briefly, but then looked down again. She sighed inwardly. She knew that there could be no possibly way of following the Fellowship, as Galadriel had insisted that Casey stay by her side at all times. Galadriel would surely notice Casey slipping away from her side to join the Fellowship … wouldn't she?
Galadriel walked away from the Fellowship, as other elves presented the Fellowship with elven-cloaks and leaf brooches. Casey lingered there for a while, standing slightly behind the elves. She was unsure of what to do – she knew that she should follow Galadriel, but she felt that she needed to talk to Frodo. Merry and Pippin ignored the elves and ran to Casey.
"You're not coming with us, are you?" asked Merry.
"No, I'm not," said Casey, distracted as she was still wondering what to do.
"Well, we have a plan," said Pippin with a devious smile.
"Oh?" Casey asked, with one eyebrow raised. "Does this plan involve me?"
Merry and Pippin nodded their heads simultaneously
.
The three conspirators leaned closer together.
"Casey!" called Galadriel, standing at the foot of a staircase leading to her chambers.
After a long pause, Casey replied, "Coming!"
Galadriel waited patiently, and soon Casey came into view.
"What were you up to?" Galadriel asked, as she began to ascend the stairs.
"Nothing," said Casey innocently.
"Casey, you must stay here for a few moments while I leave you." She beckoned Casey to a chair, and Casey sat down. Galadriel turned to leave.
"Why?"
Galadriel made no answer, but hesitated slightly.
"You don't want me to see them leave, do you?" Casey asked accusingly.
Galadriel remained silent and still.
"This is unfair! You hammer it into my brain that I have to be with Frodo all the time, and now you want to imprison me in here so that I have to stay in this damn place?" Casey paused for a breath.
Galadriel still made no answer, but was visibly shaking.
"Answer me!" cried Casey, standing up.
Galadriel turned at last.
"My child, you do not understand. When I first appointed you to this task, the dangers ahead were not clear to me or to anyone. But now, I know what lies in your future. You must not go to Mordor, for greater danger will happen there that you cannot protect yourself against."
A tear slid down Casey's cheek, a tear of frustration. Galadriel walked over to Casey and cupped her chin in her hand.
"You are in love with Frodo," murmured Galadriel. Casey looked up at Galadriel.
"Am I?" she asked.
A shadow passed over Galadriel's face for a moment, and she turned away from Casey.
"No," she replied, not looking at Casey.
"I think I am," Casey said, more to herself than to Galadriel. "I didn't mean to, but it's weird cause he is so fine and so sweet!" Casey sighed to herself.
Her smile faded as Galadriel remained silent.
"Um… are you okay?" she asked.
Galadriel turned to face her. She seemed hesitant, and unsure of what to say.
"What's the matter?" asked Casey.
"You cannot fall in love with Frodo," replied Galadriel.
"Why … oh, because he's a hobbit right, and there's the whole height difference thing but hey, I can deal with that."
"No."
"Oh."
Casey looked puzzled.
"One of the reasons why you must stay here is because it is too dangerous for you to go to Mordor."
Casey sighed. "I know that already, you've said that to me like a million times."
"Another reason is that you will look after the woods once I am gone. I will look after you now and treat you as if you were my daughter."
Casey inspected her fingernails. "I know that already too."
"But another reason, is that you will remain here and marry Legolas."
Casey choked.
"What?!"
"It is to improve relations between Lothlorien and Mirkwood, between myself and his father, Thranduil. Our woods have never been friendly towards each other, but now we must all – "
"Fuck that!" screamed Casey. "I'm not gonna marry some sissy elf just because you and his dad can't sit down and talk. That's ridiculous!"
Casey moved towards the door, but Galadriel pushed her firmly towards the bed on her shoulders. Casey fell onto the bed, face first.
"Stay here Casey," said Galadriel firmly.
By the time Casey had gotten up and raced to the door, Galadriel had slipped out and locked it.
"No!" Casey cried in frustration, as she hammered on the door.
"You're insane! Let me out!" She tried to kick the door, but she had no shoes so she ended up stubbing her toe.
"Frodo," she cried, as she slid down the door and sat on the floor.
"I'm so sorry, Frodo," she whispered.
Then she heard a bird sing outside. She looked towards the balcony, and started to walk towards it.
"Where is Casey?" asked Frodo, as the others began to throw their packs into the boats.
"She did not want to come," replied Galadriel with a knowing look. Frodo nodded his head, and climbed into the boat after Sam.
Before Legolas could climb into the boat, Galadriel laid her arm on his and stopped him.
"Do not worry Legolas," said Galadriel, "Casey will be waiting for you when you return."
Frodo overheard and looked up.
Legolas said nothing, but looked questioningly at Galadriel.
"She will be your bride."
Legolas blushed, and shook his arm free from Galadriel's grip.
Frodo turned pale, and he turned his head away from Sam's sympathetic look. He did not want any sympathy, especially from Sam.
"Goodbye," said Galadriel, standing on the shore. She stretched out her arm in a wave, and then turned to go.
The three boats turned around a bend in the river, and Lothlorien was lost from view.
Legolas sighed to himself as he paddled. He knew that Casey did not really want to marry him, Galadriel had probably forced her into doing so. Legolas did not mind marrying Casey, but he knew that she would never be happy with him. A frown flitted across the elf's features, as he knew deep inside who Casey really preferred.
Aragorn looked around the boats, observing the Fellowship. He felt that now that Gandalf was gone, he should take the responsibility as their leader to see if they were all right.
Sam was looking happy, as he was pleased with Galadriel's gift.
Legolas was looking serious and sombre.
Boromir was stealing occasional glances at Frodo, which made Aragorn slightly worried.
Merry and Pippin were whispering to each other, but Aragorn could only catch,
"Now?"
"No, not now Pippin, ssh."
"I think we should go now."
"No, give her some time."
Finally Aragorn looked at the ringbearer sitting in front of him. Frodo's head was bowed so that no one could read his expression, and Aragorn could only see the top of his curly hair. Aragorn whistled to himself, and carried on paddling.
Everything seemed fine with the Fellowship – on the outside.
But inside Frodo's heart was breaking.
I like people bowing to me too, ignore what I said in the last chapter. (
To Jessie: Thank you for the information on the necklace, I'm gonna go and check it out. However, it does sound pretty expensive. ( Maybe I'll just find some cheap imitation, hehe.
If any of you have time, check out my other fanfic that I'm writing with FrodoPotter, we're called Queen of Goldfish and Leggy-lou-lou. Our story's a bit mad, but never mind – I'm get back to my humorous roots, serious fics bore me after a while.
Anyways thanks for the reviews, keep them coming. I enjoy reading them and laughing hysterically. I should really give a prize to the funniest one or something. And I still have more than Cebera, mwahahaha. Bow down to me, Cebera, and grovel.
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The day finally arrived. The day that Casey had dreaded for so long. It was the day that the Fellowship were to leave Lothlorien, and resume their journey to Mordor.
Casey stood next to Galadriel facing the Fellowship, as Galadriel gave them their parting gifts. She stood in a clean, white beaded dress with her head bowed.
Galadriel smiled as the others admired their gifts. Only Frodo was left without a gift, standing at the end of the line.
"And you, Ringbearer," Galadriel said at last, turning to Frodo. "For you I have prepared this." She held up a small crystal phial, glittering in the sunlight. "In this phial is caught the light of Earendil's star, our most beloved star. Let it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out."
Frodo took the phial from her. He bowed, but found no words to say. He looked at Casey for a moment and caught her gaze. He felt that she should be standing next to him, and departing with them, not remaining here in Lothlorien. A lump formed in his throat, and he found that he could not look at Casey, so he pretended to inspect his gift.
Casey caught a flicker of bright blue, as Frodo looked at her briefly, but then looked down again. She sighed inwardly. She knew that there could be no possibly way of following the Fellowship, as Galadriel had insisted that Casey stay by her side at all times. Galadriel would surely notice Casey slipping away from her side to join the Fellowship … wouldn't she?
Galadriel walked away from the Fellowship, as other elves presented the Fellowship with elven-cloaks and leaf brooches. Casey lingered there for a while, standing slightly behind the elves. She was unsure of what to do – she knew that she should follow Galadriel, but she felt that she needed to talk to Frodo. Merry and Pippin ignored the elves and ran to Casey.
"You're not coming with us, are you?" asked Merry.
"No, I'm not," said Casey, distracted as she was still wondering what to do.
"Well, we have a plan," said Pippin with a devious smile.
"Oh?" Casey asked, with one eyebrow raised. "Does this plan involve me?"
Merry and Pippin nodded their heads simultaneously
.
The three conspirators leaned closer together.
"Casey!" called Galadriel, standing at the foot of a staircase leading to her chambers.
After a long pause, Casey replied, "Coming!"
Galadriel waited patiently, and soon Casey came into view.
"What were you up to?" Galadriel asked, as she began to ascend the stairs.
"Nothing," said Casey innocently.
"Casey, you must stay here for a few moments while I leave you." She beckoned Casey to a chair, and Casey sat down. Galadriel turned to leave.
"Why?"
Galadriel made no answer, but hesitated slightly.
"You don't want me to see them leave, do you?" Casey asked accusingly.
Galadriel remained silent and still.
"This is unfair! You hammer it into my brain that I have to be with Frodo all the time, and now you want to imprison me in here so that I have to stay in this damn place?" Casey paused for a breath.
Galadriel still made no answer, but was visibly shaking.
"Answer me!" cried Casey, standing up.
Galadriel turned at last.
"My child, you do not understand. When I first appointed you to this task, the dangers ahead were not clear to me or to anyone. But now, I know what lies in your future. You must not go to Mordor, for greater danger will happen there that you cannot protect yourself against."
A tear slid down Casey's cheek, a tear of frustration. Galadriel walked over to Casey and cupped her chin in her hand.
"You are in love with Frodo," murmured Galadriel. Casey looked up at Galadriel.
"Am I?" she asked.
A shadow passed over Galadriel's face for a moment, and she turned away from Casey.
"No," she replied, not looking at Casey.
"I think I am," Casey said, more to herself than to Galadriel. "I didn't mean to, but it's weird cause he is so fine and so sweet!" Casey sighed to herself.
Her smile faded as Galadriel remained silent.
"Um… are you okay?" she asked.
Galadriel turned to face her. She seemed hesitant, and unsure of what to say.
"What's the matter?" asked Casey.
"You cannot fall in love with Frodo," replied Galadriel.
"Why … oh, because he's a hobbit right, and there's the whole height difference thing but hey, I can deal with that."
"No."
"Oh."
Casey looked puzzled.
"One of the reasons why you must stay here is because it is too dangerous for you to go to Mordor."
Casey sighed. "I know that already, you've said that to me like a million times."
"Another reason is that you will look after the woods once I am gone. I will look after you now and treat you as if you were my daughter."
Casey inspected her fingernails. "I know that already too."
"But another reason, is that you will remain here and marry Legolas."
Casey choked.
"What?!"
"It is to improve relations between Lothlorien and Mirkwood, between myself and his father, Thranduil. Our woods have never been friendly towards each other, but now we must all – "
"Fuck that!" screamed Casey. "I'm not gonna marry some sissy elf just because you and his dad can't sit down and talk. That's ridiculous!"
Casey moved towards the door, but Galadriel pushed her firmly towards the bed on her shoulders. Casey fell onto the bed, face first.
"Stay here Casey," said Galadriel firmly.
By the time Casey had gotten up and raced to the door, Galadriel had slipped out and locked it.
"No!" Casey cried in frustration, as she hammered on the door.
"You're insane! Let me out!" She tried to kick the door, but she had no shoes so she ended up stubbing her toe.
"Frodo," she cried, as she slid down the door and sat on the floor.
"I'm so sorry, Frodo," she whispered.
Then she heard a bird sing outside. She looked towards the balcony, and started to walk towards it.
"Where is Casey?" asked Frodo, as the others began to throw their packs into the boats.
"She did not want to come," replied Galadriel with a knowing look. Frodo nodded his head, and climbed into the boat after Sam.
Before Legolas could climb into the boat, Galadriel laid her arm on his and stopped him.
"Do not worry Legolas," said Galadriel, "Casey will be waiting for you when you return."
Frodo overheard and looked up.
Legolas said nothing, but looked questioningly at Galadriel.
"She will be your bride."
Legolas blushed, and shook his arm free from Galadriel's grip.
Frodo turned pale, and he turned his head away from Sam's sympathetic look. He did not want any sympathy, especially from Sam.
"Goodbye," said Galadriel, standing on the shore. She stretched out her arm in a wave, and then turned to go.
The three boats turned around a bend in the river, and Lothlorien was lost from view.
Legolas sighed to himself as he paddled. He knew that Casey did not really want to marry him, Galadriel had probably forced her into doing so. Legolas did not mind marrying Casey, but he knew that she would never be happy with him. A frown flitted across the elf's features, as he knew deep inside who Casey really preferred.
Aragorn looked around the boats, observing the Fellowship. He felt that now that Gandalf was gone, he should take the responsibility as their leader to see if they were all right.
Sam was looking happy, as he was pleased with Galadriel's gift.
Legolas was looking serious and sombre.
Boromir was stealing occasional glances at Frodo, which made Aragorn slightly worried.
Merry and Pippin were whispering to each other, but Aragorn could only catch,
"Now?"
"No, not now Pippin, ssh."
"I think we should go now."
"No, give her some time."
Finally Aragorn looked at the ringbearer sitting in front of him. Frodo's head was bowed so that no one could read his expression, and Aragorn could only see the top of his curly hair. Aragorn whistled to himself, and carried on paddling.
Everything seemed fine with the Fellowship – on the outside.
But inside Frodo's heart was breaking.