CHAPTER SIX --- 2017 --- Winter --- A Light in the Darkness ---
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The day was bright and sunny as Lomendil carried his baby girl through the gardens of Rivendell. The tall Elvin Lord had taken solace there for the time being as chilly as it was. The child was shrouded delicately in a couple of thick blankets, and remained toasty warm in her father's arms. It was about noon, as the sun was high. Lomendil's breath was slightly visible as he walked. The expression in his eyes was of timeless pain. Eternity's cruel fate that bound the light of a once shining Lord to the dark soul of madness.
Gailethil was a little over a year and was starting to sense the turmoil between her mother and her father. It was becoming more and more obvious though her father tried his best to ignore it. She gazed upwards, watching him as she curled her fingers into the blanket, and turned to see an elleth standing before them. She had long dark hair with silver streaks in it and bright blue eyes...and a kind face. Her father was talking softly to her in a pain filled tone, the words just jumbled a little around her, she did not understand them.
The secluded corner of the garden was bathed in sunlight and warmth, and there he was again. She gurgled in her fathers arms, trying to get his attention. He hushed her, rocking her gently, but she still saw the boy. He saw her too, gazing through the years and dreams. There was a confused…desperate expression in his eyes and he cried out, trying to come closer. Whatever force was keeping them apart would not allow it…and the shadows swirled around the boy…reaching out with cold icy fingers.
The dull..almost muffled voices of her father and the elleth he was speaking too seemed to fade away, she could see the young boy looking around in complete confusion, his blue eyes were very bright and his face pale and worn…as though he might be ill. Gailethil watched while her father spoke to the older elleth, straining to see the boy…
"You--" He whispered through a parched throat, his lips were dry and chapped…as though he might have not had anything to drink in a while. His eyes vivid with curiosity, he tries to come closer, but finds himself unable to move. "Why--is this happening." he moaned, literally collapsing onto the cold winter ground, his head spinning.
Lomendil looked over…but saw nothing…though he felt that he had heard a voice and frowned. He saw Gailethil looking towards the corner of the garden as though she was seeing something. "What is it? Who's there?" The elvin lord tried to bring his daughters attention away from whatever it was. The gray haired elleth laid a hand on Lomendil's shoulder and shook her head.
"Do not interrupt the vision." her words came only as a muffled wind as dead leaves scattered amidst the snow began to stir and rustle.
"Naneth, you are correct…" Lomendil breathed carefully, his heart heavy with worry as he stroked his little girls head, unable to do anything more than comply. "I can only…let it be…"
The dark haired boy curled into a little ball, shivering from the cold. "So…cold…Please…" he was not dressed for the winter, but that was not why he was cold. He clawed at his neck , and saw her looking at him. "Help me…" he begged.
"Adar…" she cried, squirming in Lomendil's arms trying to get him to move closer. Its very difficult to get someone to understand what you want when you are only a year and two months old.
The gray haired elleth nudged Lomendil and indicated the area that she was staring at. "We must abide by her wishes, my son." she speaks softly in a melodic tone.
Lomendil did not like the idea of fulfilling this particular wish of his daughter's, but there was really nothing he could do about it, and perhaps…he would have to get used to it. The pained expression in the Elvin lord's murky green eyes was more prominent than it had ever been before.
They began to walk towards the small corner of the garden, where the boy lay…staring at them. He somehow…knew that they could not see him, and he could not make out the shadowy features of the two who brought the baby over his way. They were not…cold shadows…but warm and vibrant…shadows of light, featureless and moving with the dream. The only thing that seemed to have any form at all was the baby girl with the bright ice-blue eyes. "Gailethil…" he remembered her name, though whenever he was awake he could never remember…and he gasped slightly as pain wracked through him and something burned his throat. Clawing at it desperately tears fell and he struggled to breathe. They seem to be coming too slowly….far too slowly…
She heard him…her intense eyes piercing through the mist, through the shadows, and through time itself. The scattered future came crashing through a barrier that could not be denied. What might be…what will be…what has been…She couldn't talk to him, she couldn't say much of anything at all…but there was one way that she could help him…the only way…
He was cold…freezing cold…his lips trembling from his frigid, delicate little body. He did not want to go on…he'd had enough pain already in his young life. Why was he so sick all the time…tears caressed his cheeks, falling like rain. It seemed like an eternity while they approached him, and the warmth…the warmth of the three elvin spirits spread through the air as though someone had suddenly lit a roaring fire nearby. He cried out from the shock of it, his fingers digging into the snow.
"Something is there." The gray haired elleth closed her eyes…her words came only as muffled sounds that the boy could not understand. "Can you feel it Lomendil? Can you feel the barrier that binds our world together…its dropped…Someone is playing with it…disturbing it…" she knelt down to the spot that her granddaughter was staring at. "Elbereth protect us all."
Lomendil paled considerably, having never seen such a thing occur. "Why?" he closed his eyes as though wishing that this was not happening. Around them the wind picked up a little, the air became thick…and his hands trembled as he held his daughter close to his heart. "WHY?" his pained voice rang through the Valley in a sudden tortured scream.
Their warmth…their light…seemed to help…plunging through the cold and ripping away at the icey darkness that was trying to get at the boy. He stopped shivering…staring in some wonder at the Baby he did not know. Someone was trying to wake him up..shaking him…he did not want to leave…he was finally becoming warm again…"No…" he held out his arms desperately…almost touching one of the shadowy figures before the hands of time drew him away…
"Bilbo…" the dark haired boy moaned, struggling against the hands that tried to wake him, his eyes fluttering open. "No…" And he dream was gone…far away from his touch…yet the warmth lingered in her eyes…in his heart. He blinked up at his uncle who laid a cold cloth against his forehead and smiled at him anxiously.
"So, you're awake…".Bilbo's voice was clear, unlike the ones from his dreams. He tried to remember…her name…it had come to him…what was it again? The vision was fading fast in his delirious mind. He whimpered, curling up, and did not respond.
….And far away ….the years fell forward like dominos….someone watched, playing with time and space in her tall invisible tower east of Mordor…."A weakness….after all this time…" the female voice sifted about the darkness, her claw-like fingers still letting the vision of the sick hobbit fill the black globe., and then allowing it to go dormant once again….
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Some notes from the Author.
1.) The dark haired boy is Frodo age 12.
2.) I don't want to give away all the details, but someone is using the Planetir in a very…wrong way which will result in trouble for Frodo before he is able to go to the Gray Havens and escape ME.
3.) In this Alternate Universe ME, Frodo has been having dreams of this particular Elleth since his parents died. She's a seer, and they are meant to meet each other in the future. She's his weakness, and what the person using the Planetir has been trying to find for many years..
4.) Supernatural effects. Frodo and Gailethil are tied through dreams and fate. Gailethil's parents met the year that the rings were made. Gailethil was born on September 22nd. The playing with the planetir is causing the visions to be clearer. And though Frodo would not have remembered all of them before, now he will when they finally meet. Did that make sense class? Okay…if not…just read the story!
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The day was bright and sunny as Lomendil carried his baby girl through the gardens of Rivendell. The tall Elvin Lord had taken solace there for the time being as chilly as it was. The child was shrouded delicately in a couple of thick blankets, and remained toasty warm in her father's arms. It was about noon, as the sun was high. Lomendil's breath was slightly visible as he walked. The expression in his eyes was of timeless pain. Eternity's cruel fate that bound the light of a once shining Lord to the dark soul of madness.
Gailethil was a little over a year and was starting to sense the turmoil between her mother and her father. It was becoming more and more obvious though her father tried his best to ignore it. She gazed upwards, watching him as she curled her fingers into the blanket, and turned to see an elleth standing before them. She had long dark hair with silver streaks in it and bright blue eyes...and a kind face. Her father was talking softly to her in a pain filled tone, the words just jumbled a little around her, she did not understand them.
The secluded corner of the garden was bathed in sunlight and warmth, and there he was again. She gurgled in her fathers arms, trying to get his attention. He hushed her, rocking her gently, but she still saw the boy. He saw her too, gazing through the years and dreams. There was a confused…desperate expression in his eyes and he cried out, trying to come closer. Whatever force was keeping them apart would not allow it…and the shadows swirled around the boy…reaching out with cold icy fingers.
The dull..almost muffled voices of her father and the elleth he was speaking too seemed to fade away, she could see the young boy looking around in complete confusion, his blue eyes were very bright and his face pale and worn…as though he might be ill. Gailethil watched while her father spoke to the older elleth, straining to see the boy…
"You--" He whispered through a parched throat, his lips were dry and chapped…as though he might have not had anything to drink in a while. His eyes vivid with curiosity, he tries to come closer, but finds himself unable to move. "Why--is this happening." he moaned, literally collapsing onto the cold winter ground, his head spinning.
Lomendil looked over…but saw nothing…though he felt that he had heard a voice and frowned. He saw Gailethil looking towards the corner of the garden as though she was seeing something. "What is it? Who's there?" The elvin lord tried to bring his daughters attention away from whatever it was. The gray haired elleth laid a hand on Lomendil's shoulder and shook her head.
"Do not interrupt the vision." her words came only as a muffled wind as dead leaves scattered amidst the snow began to stir and rustle.
"Naneth, you are correct…" Lomendil breathed carefully, his heart heavy with worry as he stroked his little girls head, unable to do anything more than comply. "I can only…let it be…"
The dark haired boy curled into a little ball, shivering from the cold. "So…cold…Please…" he was not dressed for the winter, but that was not why he was cold. He clawed at his neck , and saw her looking at him. "Help me…" he begged.
"Adar…" she cried, squirming in Lomendil's arms trying to get him to move closer. Its very difficult to get someone to understand what you want when you are only a year and two months old.
The gray haired elleth nudged Lomendil and indicated the area that she was staring at. "We must abide by her wishes, my son." she speaks softly in a melodic tone.
Lomendil did not like the idea of fulfilling this particular wish of his daughter's, but there was really nothing he could do about it, and perhaps…he would have to get used to it. The pained expression in the Elvin lord's murky green eyes was more prominent than it had ever been before.
They began to walk towards the small corner of the garden, where the boy lay…staring at them. He somehow…knew that they could not see him, and he could not make out the shadowy features of the two who brought the baby over his way. They were not…cold shadows…but warm and vibrant…shadows of light, featureless and moving with the dream. The only thing that seemed to have any form at all was the baby girl with the bright ice-blue eyes. "Gailethil…" he remembered her name, though whenever he was awake he could never remember…and he gasped slightly as pain wracked through him and something burned his throat. Clawing at it desperately tears fell and he struggled to breathe. They seem to be coming too slowly….far too slowly…
She heard him…her intense eyes piercing through the mist, through the shadows, and through time itself. The scattered future came crashing through a barrier that could not be denied. What might be…what will be…what has been…She couldn't talk to him, she couldn't say much of anything at all…but there was one way that she could help him…the only way…
He was cold…freezing cold…his lips trembling from his frigid, delicate little body. He did not want to go on…he'd had enough pain already in his young life. Why was he so sick all the time…tears caressed his cheeks, falling like rain. It seemed like an eternity while they approached him, and the warmth…the warmth of the three elvin spirits spread through the air as though someone had suddenly lit a roaring fire nearby. He cried out from the shock of it, his fingers digging into the snow.
"Something is there." The gray haired elleth closed her eyes…her words came only as muffled sounds that the boy could not understand. "Can you feel it Lomendil? Can you feel the barrier that binds our world together…its dropped…Someone is playing with it…disturbing it…" she knelt down to the spot that her granddaughter was staring at. "Elbereth protect us all."
Lomendil paled considerably, having never seen such a thing occur. "Why?" he closed his eyes as though wishing that this was not happening. Around them the wind picked up a little, the air became thick…and his hands trembled as he held his daughter close to his heart. "WHY?" his pained voice rang through the Valley in a sudden tortured scream.
Their warmth…their light…seemed to help…plunging through the cold and ripping away at the icey darkness that was trying to get at the boy. He stopped shivering…staring in some wonder at the Baby he did not know. Someone was trying to wake him up..shaking him…he did not want to leave…he was finally becoming warm again…"No…" he held out his arms desperately…almost touching one of the shadowy figures before the hands of time drew him away…
"Bilbo…" the dark haired boy moaned, struggling against the hands that tried to wake him, his eyes fluttering open. "No…" And he dream was gone…far away from his touch…yet the warmth lingered in her eyes…in his heart. He blinked up at his uncle who laid a cold cloth against his forehead and smiled at him anxiously.
"So, you're awake…".Bilbo's voice was clear, unlike the ones from his dreams. He tried to remember…her name…it had come to him…what was it again? The vision was fading fast in his delirious mind. He whimpered, curling up, and did not respond.
….And far away ….the years fell forward like dominos….someone watched, playing with time and space in her tall invisible tower east of Mordor…."A weakness….after all this time…" the female voice sifted about the darkness, her claw-like fingers still letting the vision of the sick hobbit fill the black globe., and then allowing it to go dormant once again….
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Some notes from the Author.
1.) The dark haired boy is Frodo age 12.
2.) I don't want to give away all the details, but someone is using the Planetir in a very…wrong way which will result in trouble for Frodo before he is able to go to the Gray Havens and escape ME.
3.) In this Alternate Universe ME, Frodo has been having dreams of this particular Elleth since his parents died. She's a seer, and they are meant to meet each other in the future. She's his weakness, and what the person using the Planetir has been trying to find for many years..
4.) Supernatural effects. Frodo and Gailethil are tied through dreams and fate. Gailethil's parents met the year that the rings were made. Gailethil was born on September 22nd. The playing with the planetir is causing the visions to be clearer. And though Frodo would not have remembered all of them before, now he will when they finally meet. Did that make sense class? Okay…if not…just read the story!
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