"OF DREAMS AND RINGS"
CHAPTER FOUR "Year 2617", 349 years before the birth of the RingBearer. --- Summer (July)
The Midsummer leaves were in full bloom, flowers nestled here and there in the garden and the sun was shining brightly down upon Rivendell. Elrond half-elvin held the letter from Lothlorien in his hands, trembling slightly. Galdariel had fallen ill, and Celeborn was unable to leave her. In all the time that he'd known her, the only time she had ever fallen ill was when the deceiver had revealed the true purpose of the Rings of Power.
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Unto Elrond, (1)Elandili of Rivendell do I Celeborn, Lord of Lorien send greetings.
Your news is ill tidings indeed, my friend A Palantiri can only mean one thing. That the seventh, the
Ithil-Stone has been found and is being used by hands that should not. You know that they are not all
accounted for, and in times like these we must be cautious. I will be brief, My Lady, Galadriel has fallen
ill and it has been so since the summer sun graced our fair woods. I fear that it is not an illness that can
be cured by normal means. I cannot journey to Rivendell until I am certain that she is well again. I have
reports of goblins gathering in the woods near the Mines of Moria and have sent a regiment to deal with
them. Have care what you say from this day forth, Elrond, for now…I feel that someone is watching
Rivendell with a keen and terrible eye.
(2) Quel marth, Mellonamin.
Celeborn, Lord of Lorien.
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The Master of Rivendel put the letter on his desk and leaned back in his chair, frowning. Goblins. He stood, smoothing his gray coat and went to the window. Leaning on the sill, he gazed out over his beloved Valley.
(3) "Amin nauva berio lle." he swore to the light.
"Father." Arwen stood at the doorway to her study when he spoke those words, holding her slim hand against the edge of the frame. She frowned when she saw how grave that he seemed. "What is wrong? You are troubled.."
And he spoke at length with is daughter…but naught of the events that troubled him. He did not wish to involve her just yet.
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And within the halls of Firespring…trouble was stirring…
She screamed…and screamed…and screamed…while he held her fast in his arms. Her fingers were bleeding from where she had scraped at the stone walls with her nails trying to find what wasn't there. She shivered uncontrollably in his arms, the dancing faces in her mind plaguing her with questions…questions…questions…. too many at one time to even grasp what they were asking her. Her faithful made Adaril was attempting to administer a healing draught to her fingers, but she kept flailing. It was only through Lomendil's tight hold that kept her from further harm due to madness. She was unique in the Elvin lands, but the curse had not been laid upon her without good cause. Her brother…her twin brother…had committed the most heinous crime the elves had ever seen. Her family was thrown into despair, many of them having already left Arda for they could not face the terrible consequences of Orianas's actions. She struggled, and still he held her. His love…a soothing force. His words trying to penetrate the darkness in her mind, trying to bring the light where there was none though she had prayed so long. She hated everything that was in Arda…and so wanted to leave it behind…to finally find peace after so many years of mental torture.
As the screams echoed through the halls of Firespring, a small child's eyes opened to see someone at her cradle once again. He was white and pale…yet once…power and strength had flowed through his mortal veins. The spirit looked at her with a sneer, his crown flickering in the candlelight, his skeletal like form shifted. He could not harm her…not yet. And was he really even there? The white fingers reached towards her and she grasped at the air with her hands. When the spirit connected with her fingers a shiver ran through her…and she saw the boy again. He stood at the far end of the chamber watching. He blinked a few times…as though he might have been either waking from a dream…or wondering where he was. In either case…the ghostly king looked up with a start, curled his lips and vanished.
"Who are you?" the words came from far way as the boy stepped forward towards the cradle. "Where is this place?" he wore simple clothing…black pants, suspenders, a white shirt and a vest…no shoes…Why was he asking her? She could not answer him. She gazed up at him though, her eyes bright and smiling…and she held out her arms. The dark haired boy leant against the cradle…it was cold…very cold to the touch but when he reached down, the baby caught his hand and he was surprised at her warmth. The heat…soured through and into his heart when he saw the smile light up her face. In the distance…screams echoed…everything seemed to be moving very slowly and it was like trying to make his way through jelly…he gazed at the pendant around her neck thoughtfully. "I wonder who you are little one…and why the nightmares always stop when I see you…"
"(4) Meleth." her garbled baby-talk spelt a simple word, but the boy did not understand her. She reached out for him, begging to be held. A sudden fear flickered through his eyes as he felt his heart leap into his throat. He felt himself scoop the small elvin child into his arms. She felt…so oddly right there, insecure as he was. And she took one of his curls and played with it.
He shivered…"Why is it so cold in here?" and he held her close…the only warmth in the room coming from the tiny child in his arms.
….The Ringbearer…And the watcher smiled….so many years to wait…so many years…the time was coming…
…Patience Precious…Time…all we have is time…Naneth is here…
….I see you….
He gave a sharp cry and almost dropped the child….an eye…lidless and breathed in flame…it was coming towards them. The dark haired boy cowered, collapsing near the cradle and shivering in fear.
…I see you….
He didn't know how long he held the baby and cowered from the image of terror, all he knew that somehow…somehow it couldn't get to them. Still…fear clenched his heart and tears fell from his eyes. Why was he having these dreams? Why could he never remember them clearly when he woke?
But just then Lomendil entered the baby's chamber and saw that she was out of her cradle…somehow…he started and glanced around the room quickly. She did not seem to be hurt as he rushed over to her and lifted her into his arms. She seemed…oddly happy as her eyes sparkled gleefully. "Adar…" and she babbled to him in baby speak about the boy who came to her. Even ancient elvin lords did not understand that tongue…all he knew was that something had moved his child from her cradle and from that moment on, he vowed that not a single moment in time would she ever be alone again.
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1.) Half-Elvin 2.) Good Luck, My friend. 3.) I will protect you. 4.) Love
CHAPTER FOUR "Year 2617", 349 years before the birth of the RingBearer. --- Summer (July)
The Midsummer leaves were in full bloom, flowers nestled here and there in the garden and the sun was shining brightly down upon Rivendell. Elrond half-elvin held the letter from Lothlorien in his hands, trembling slightly. Galdariel had fallen ill, and Celeborn was unable to leave her. In all the time that he'd known her, the only time she had ever fallen ill was when the deceiver had revealed the true purpose of the Rings of Power.
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Unto Elrond, (1)Elandili of Rivendell do I Celeborn, Lord of Lorien send greetings.
Your news is ill tidings indeed, my friend A Palantiri can only mean one thing. That the seventh, the
Ithil-Stone has been found and is being used by hands that should not. You know that they are not all
accounted for, and in times like these we must be cautious. I will be brief, My Lady, Galadriel has fallen
ill and it has been so since the summer sun graced our fair woods. I fear that it is not an illness that can
be cured by normal means. I cannot journey to Rivendell until I am certain that she is well again. I have
reports of goblins gathering in the woods near the Mines of Moria and have sent a regiment to deal with
them. Have care what you say from this day forth, Elrond, for now…I feel that someone is watching
Rivendell with a keen and terrible eye.
(2) Quel marth, Mellonamin.
Celeborn, Lord of Lorien.
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The Master of Rivendel put the letter on his desk and leaned back in his chair, frowning. Goblins. He stood, smoothing his gray coat and went to the window. Leaning on the sill, he gazed out over his beloved Valley.
(3) "Amin nauva berio lle." he swore to the light.
"Father." Arwen stood at the doorway to her study when he spoke those words, holding her slim hand against the edge of the frame. She frowned when she saw how grave that he seemed. "What is wrong? You are troubled.."
And he spoke at length with is daughter…but naught of the events that troubled him. He did not wish to involve her just yet.
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And within the halls of Firespring…trouble was stirring…
She screamed…and screamed…and screamed…while he held her fast in his arms. Her fingers were bleeding from where she had scraped at the stone walls with her nails trying to find what wasn't there. She shivered uncontrollably in his arms, the dancing faces in her mind plaguing her with questions…questions…questions…. too many at one time to even grasp what they were asking her. Her faithful made Adaril was attempting to administer a healing draught to her fingers, but she kept flailing. It was only through Lomendil's tight hold that kept her from further harm due to madness. She was unique in the Elvin lands, but the curse had not been laid upon her without good cause. Her brother…her twin brother…had committed the most heinous crime the elves had ever seen. Her family was thrown into despair, many of them having already left Arda for they could not face the terrible consequences of Orianas's actions. She struggled, and still he held her. His love…a soothing force. His words trying to penetrate the darkness in her mind, trying to bring the light where there was none though she had prayed so long. She hated everything that was in Arda…and so wanted to leave it behind…to finally find peace after so many years of mental torture.
As the screams echoed through the halls of Firespring, a small child's eyes opened to see someone at her cradle once again. He was white and pale…yet once…power and strength had flowed through his mortal veins. The spirit looked at her with a sneer, his crown flickering in the candlelight, his skeletal like form shifted. He could not harm her…not yet. And was he really even there? The white fingers reached towards her and she grasped at the air with her hands. When the spirit connected with her fingers a shiver ran through her…and she saw the boy again. He stood at the far end of the chamber watching. He blinked a few times…as though he might have been either waking from a dream…or wondering where he was. In either case…the ghostly king looked up with a start, curled his lips and vanished.
"Who are you?" the words came from far way as the boy stepped forward towards the cradle. "Where is this place?" he wore simple clothing…black pants, suspenders, a white shirt and a vest…no shoes…Why was he asking her? She could not answer him. She gazed up at him though, her eyes bright and smiling…and she held out her arms. The dark haired boy leant against the cradle…it was cold…very cold to the touch but when he reached down, the baby caught his hand and he was surprised at her warmth. The heat…soured through and into his heart when he saw the smile light up her face. In the distance…screams echoed…everything seemed to be moving very slowly and it was like trying to make his way through jelly…he gazed at the pendant around her neck thoughtfully. "I wonder who you are little one…and why the nightmares always stop when I see you…"
"(4) Meleth." her garbled baby-talk spelt a simple word, but the boy did not understand her. She reached out for him, begging to be held. A sudden fear flickered through his eyes as he felt his heart leap into his throat. He felt himself scoop the small elvin child into his arms. She felt…so oddly right there, insecure as he was. And she took one of his curls and played with it.
He shivered…"Why is it so cold in here?" and he held her close…the only warmth in the room coming from the tiny child in his arms.
….The Ringbearer…And the watcher smiled….so many years to wait…so many years…the time was coming…
…Patience Precious…Time…all we have is time…Naneth is here…
….I see you….
He gave a sharp cry and almost dropped the child….an eye…lidless and breathed in flame…it was coming towards them. The dark haired boy cowered, collapsing near the cradle and shivering in fear.
…I see you….
He didn't know how long he held the baby and cowered from the image of terror, all he knew that somehow…somehow it couldn't get to them. Still…fear clenched his heart and tears fell from his eyes. Why was he having these dreams? Why could he never remember them clearly when he woke?
But just then Lomendil entered the baby's chamber and saw that she was out of her cradle…somehow…he started and glanced around the room quickly. She did not seem to be hurt as he rushed over to her and lifted her into his arms. She seemed…oddly happy as her eyes sparkled gleefully. "Adar…" and she babbled to him in baby speak about the boy who came to her. Even ancient elvin lords did not understand that tongue…all he knew was that something had moved his child from her cradle and from that moment on, he vowed that not a single moment in time would she ever be alone again.
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1.) Half-Elvin 2.) Good Luck, My friend. 3.) I will protect you. 4.) Love