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14 Years Later…. Gailethil is Sixteen. // Frodo is Sixteen.
Rive dell -- Year is 2632 // Shire --- Year is 2984
*She vanished for 3 days and then came back when she was sixteen years old. She was helping Frodo get better. I did not go into that scene because I wanted a transition chapter and didn't want to write 400 years of Gail. There will be one more transition chaper between Bilbo/Elrond and then it will go into the War of the Ring and their first meeting after the 'dreams.* After Weathertop. NOTE : Gail walks through the shadows (The realm where the Ring Wraiths are) to get to Frodo. She is a force of good, where the Wraiths are evil. That's about all the explanation you're going to get right now. Oh yeah, and it's a way to ignore time. Remember how Galadriel sees the past/present/future Through her mirror. I kinda picture this realm as being the 'land in between' where time has no meaning. Kind of a 'real dream realm' if that makes any sense…What it doesn't?…oh well…just read the story… Glorfindel and Legolas are speaking after Gail spent three days with Frodo. The Summary of those three days will be at the end of the chapter when both Frodo and Gail remember what happened. Its going to be very vague in some parts, you're going to have to use your imagination.
An…yes, it's a Frodo angst romance, completely alternate universe…so read on and see what happens next. Oh an…I don't own anything from Tolkien…and you can't have my Frodo poster, anyway.
J Surprise!
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In the Hall of Fire…in Rivendell. Legolas and Glorfindel are speaking.
Glorfindel and Legolas sat in the hall of fire at the House of Elrond while Lindir was singing. Legolas looked over at his friend and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Do you need to talk?" he asked the younger elf gently.
Glorfindel nodded, the look in his eyes was edged with darkness. "I think…yes." he followed the Prince to the gardens of Rivendell where they walked in silence for some time before he began to speak. "She was gone for three days…and I know something happened. She won't talk about it and she won't even look at me now." he said at last. "Legolas, what am I going to do? "
Legolas hooked his fingers into his belt and frowned, "Gailethil is special…you know that. You are going to have to be strong. Put your feelings aside and guard them deep. She is young yet…very young. Perhaps things will change." as calm as ever, the Prince of Mirkwood was well known for his sense and strength.
Glorfindel shook his head, "Its too late." he sighed, "I spoke with…" he sat down on a bench, leaning back. "I spoke with Arwen. She told me that Gail had gone through a great trial during the days she vanished through the shadows. She is resting still. I want to see her…but the Heryn will not allow it. Yet…" he paused, "I entered the room where she rests anyway, and she opened her eyes." he shivered, "I've never seen such pain, Legolas…never…then when she saw it was me there she looked away and began to cry. She is so frail…I tried to get closer, but she asked me to leave. I wouldn't and tried to get her to talk about it. She continued to cry, her hands were so weak in mine. " his breath caught in his throat and tears shimmered in his own eyes. "Then…she told me."
"What did she say?" Legolas folded his arms as he listened, sitting next to his friend, the moonlight shone in his light golden hair but shadows lingered in his gaze.
"When I asked her why she was crying…she told me that …" he ran his fingers through his hair, slightly curlier than the other elfs, but they looked so similar…they could be brothers. "She told me that it was because *he* needed her, that she was crying because she could not stay with *him*. She told me that she had been looking after him those days…he had been very ill and there had been no one who understood what needed to be done and what he wanted. When I asked her what she had done to make him well…she started to shake uncontrollably and cried in my arms. She would only say that he had wanted her to stay because of it…and that she had been unable to. Why will Arwen and Elrond not tell us who she visits? They won't tell -me- what she is." he let his hand rise and fall helplessly. "What…am I going to do? What if one day she stays there…and never returns….and we can't bring her back?"
"Glorfindel." Legolas spread both his hands as though emphasizing his point. "Gailethil is the last Elvin Seer born to the Lands of Middle Earth. Wherever her vision takes her, she will return from it. Celeborn talks of weeks that pass when Galadriel is suffering the same. No matter what happens, or where she goes when she travels the shadows, she will come back. I know that you love her. I've known it for a long time now."
He attempts a rueful smile, "Its that obvious?" he takes a long breath.
"No, not to the untrained eye." he explains seriously, "Glorfindel. You cannot make another person love you, no matter how hard you try. Either it happens, or it does not. Naridril said that she is destined for something, that her path was laid for her even before his parents met. Remember how he told us that every day that Torialas has lived in Arda…was another day towards the birth of the Last? It was foreseen. You may love her now, but you may never be able to do anything about it. You must prepare yourself. I am sorry." he runs his hand over his face and looks away into the stars.
Glorfindel's shoulders sagged, "I know." he leaned forward, his arms resting across his knees. "But I cannot help what I feel. She let me hold her though, Legolas. She did, for a little while. And then the Heryn came in with food and was not very pleased that I had gone in against her instructions. I had to leave then, and that's when we met in the Hall. Whatever happens…I'll always stand by her, as silent as I must be."
Legolas nodded solemnly, "I understand, my friend. And we do not know yet what might be. Keep that in your heart and we shall see what comes to pass."
"Yes…" Glorfindel replied heavily, "We shall see."
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Gailethil huddled in the large bed, she could hear the songs from the Hall of Fire and wondered who was there. Arwen had made her eat something though she wasn't hungry. She was remembering what had happened with the dark-haired boy, Frodo Baggins. She had spent three days with him…three terrible wonderful days that she would not have given up for all the Mithril in Middle Earth. Even if she had not really been there…but how was that possible when his Uncle had seen as a little girl?
She had worked through the days and nights, helping them to understand what he needed. They had not been able to see her, but Frodo had…the vision alone had been what kept him conscious. It had been terrifying and wonderful at the same time….especially when he begged her not to leave him and she had slipped under the covers…holding him in her arms while the fever raged.
Then when it was all over…when finally his temperature had subsided and the worst was passed they began to talk for the very first time. Yes, for many years they had seen and played with each other in dreams, but never before had they really been able to talk. She would always get called back, or either he or she would fall asleep and wake up alone. This time….something kept her there longer than it ever had before.
And she remembered telling him that she knew what he wanted to do…that she knew he wanted to kiss her. They were so young, but their connection was strong, breaking through barriers that might have been instrumental in keeping them apart. They were two children who had no idea what they were doing or what was happening to them.
But the voices had come again in a rush, they had found her…and she was forced to leave.
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Frodo still had one thing left from Gail's last visit. She had left behind her shawl, and even if no one ever believed him, even if he couldn't get his cousins in Brandy Hall to understand or believe that he wasn't hallucinating it was enough to keep him sane…and fighting for his health and life. It was what he needed to get past the death of his parents and to move forward.
There was only one person who believed him, and that was Bilbo. He promised Frodo that he would teach him about the elves when he brought him to live at Bag-End. He promised him that he would one day bring him to Rivendell. One day…He lay in his bed at Brandy hall wishing for the day that he'd be able to go live with his Uncle in Bag-End and then maybe go adventuring with him. He'd go to Rivendell…and she would be there…the sixteen year old hobbit had many things on his mind, and for the first time in his life it was something other than his own pain or books. He was thinking about what it would be like to be loved.
Frodo could still feel the softness of her lips on his when he had kissed her in response to her offer to do so. He remembered their taste…honey and apples…and it filled him with wonder. And every time he remembered that he closed his eyes in pain…recalling the light that dragged her away from him. Would she ever come again? How long would he have to wait this time….for he knew that there was no one in the Shire that he would ever find that would ever have done what Gail did for him. She had put aside her own comfort for his sake.
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Frodo did not know that he had to wait 24 years….
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14 Years Later…. Gailethil is Sixteen. // Frodo is Sixteen.
Rive dell -- Year is 2632 // Shire --- Year is 2984
*She vanished for 3 days and then came back when she was sixteen years old. She was helping Frodo get better. I did not go into that scene because I wanted a transition chapter and didn't want to write 400 years of Gail. There will be one more transition chaper between Bilbo/Elrond and then it will go into the War of the Ring and their first meeting after the 'dreams.* After Weathertop. NOTE : Gail walks through the shadows (The realm where the Ring Wraiths are) to get to Frodo. She is a force of good, where the Wraiths are evil. That's about all the explanation you're going to get right now. Oh yeah, and it's a way to ignore time. Remember how Galadriel sees the past/present/future Through her mirror. I kinda picture this realm as being the 'land in between' where time has no meaning. Kind of a 'real dream realm' if that makes any sense…What it doesn't?…oh well…just read the story… Glorfindel and Legolas are speaking after Gail spent three days with Frodo. The Summary of those three days will be at the end of the chapter when both Frodo and Gail remember what happened. Its going to be very vague in some parts, you're going to have to use your imagination.
An…yes, it's a Frodo angst romance, completely alternate universe…so read on and see what happens next. Oh an…I don't own anything from Tolkien…and you can't have my Frodo poster, anyway.
J Surprise!
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In the Hall of Fire…in Rivendell. Legolas and Glorfindel are speaking.
Glorfindel and Legolas sat in the hall of fire at the House of Elrond while Lindir was singing. Legolas looked over at his friend and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Do you need to talk?" he asked the younger elf gently.
Glorfindel nodded, the look in his eyes was edged with darkness. "I think…yes." he followed the Prince to the gardens of Rivendell where they walked in silence for some time before he began to speak. "She was gone for three days…and I know something happened. She won't talk about it and she won't even look at me now." he said at last. "Legolas, what am I going to do? "
Legolas hooked his fingers into his belt and frowned, "Gailethil is special…you know that. You are going to have to be strong. Put your feelings aside and guard them deep. She is young yet…very young. Perhaps things will change." as calm as ever, the Prince of Mirkwood was well known for his sense and strength.
Glorfindel shook his head, "Its too late." he sighed, "I spoke with…" he sat down on a bench, leaning back. "I spoke with Arwen. She told me that Gail had gone through a great trial during the days she vanished through the shadows. She is resting still. I want to see her…but the Heryn will not allow it. Yet…" he paused, "I entered the room where she rests anyway, and she opened her eyes." he shivered, "I've never seen such pain, Legolas…never…then when she saw it was me there she looked away and began to cry. She is so frail…I tried to get closer, but she asked me to leave. I wouldn't and tried to get her to talk about it. She continued to cry, her hands were so weak in mine. " his breath caught in his throat and tears shimmered in his own eyes. "Then…she told me."
"What did she say?" Legolas folded his arms as he listened, sitting next to his friend, the moonlight shone in his light golden hair but shadows lingered in his gaze.
"When I asked her why she was crying…she told me that …" he ran his fingers through his hair, slightly curlier than the other elfs, but they looked so similar…they could be brothers. "She told me that it was because *he* needed her, that she was crying because she could not stay with *him*. She told me that she had been looking after him those days…he had been very ill and there had been no one who understood what needed to be done and what he wanted. When I asked her what she had done to make him well…she started to shake uncontrollably and cried in my arms. She would only say that he had wanted her to stay because of it…and that she had been unable to. Why will Arwen and Elrond not tell us who she visits? They won't tell -me- what she is." he let his hand rise and fall helplessly. "What…am I going to do? What if one day she stays there…and never returns….and we can't bring her back?"
"Glorfindel." Legolas spread both his hands as though emphasizing his point. "Gailethil is the last Elvin Seer born to the Lands of Middle Earth. Wherever her vision takes her, she will return from it. Celeborn talks of weeks that pass when Galadriel is suffering the same. No matter what happens, or where she goes when she travels the shadows, she will come back. I know that you love her. I've known it for a long time now."
He attempts a rueful smile, "Its that obvious?" he takes a long breath.
"No, not to the untrained eye." he explains seriously, "Glorfindel. You cannot make another person love you, no matter how hard you try. Either it happens, or it does not. Naridril said that she is destined for something, that her path was laid for her even before his parents met. Remember how he told us that every day that Torialas has lived in Arda…was another day towards the birth of the Last? It was foreseen. You may love her now, but you may never be able to do anything about it. You must prepare yourself. I am sorry." he runs his hand over his face and looks away into the stars.
Glorfindel's shoulders sagged, "I know." he leaned forward, his arms resting across his knees. "But I cannot help what I feel. She let me hold her though, Legolas. She did, for a little while. And then the Heryn came in with food and was not very pleased that I had gone in against her instructions. I had to leave then, and that's when we met in the Hall. Whatever happens…I'll always stand by her, as silent as I must be."
Legolas nodded solemnly, "I understand, my friend. And we do not know yet what might be. Keep that in your heart and we shall see what comes to pass."
"Yes…" Glorfindel replied heavily, "We shall see."
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Gailethil huddled in the large bed, she could hear the songs from the Hall of Fire and wondered who was there. Arwen had made her eat something though she wasn't hungry. She was remembering what had happened with the dark-haired boy, Frodo Baggins. She had spent three days with him…three terrible wonderful days that she would not have given up for all the Mithril in Middle Earth. Even if she had not really been there…but how was that possible when his Uncle had seen as a little girl?
She had worked through the days and nights, helping them to understand what he needed. They had not been able to see her, but Frodo had…the vision alone had been what kept him conscious. It had been terrifying and wonderful at the same time….especially when he begged her not to leave him and she had slipped under the covers…holding him in her arms while the fever raged.
Then when it was all over…when finally his temperature had subsided and the worst was passed they began to talk for the very first time. Yes, for many years they had seen and played with each other in dreams, but never before had they really been able to talk. She would always get called back, or either he or she would fall asleep and wake up alone. This time….something kept her there longer than it ever had before.
And she remembered telling him that she knew what he wanted to do…that she knew he wanted to kiss her. They were so young, but their connection was strong, breaking through barriers that might have been instrumental in keeping them apart. They were two children who had no idea what they were doing or what was happening to them.
But the voices had come again in a rush, they had found her…and she was forced to leave.
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Frodo still had one thing left from Gail's last visit. She had left behind her shawl, and even if no one ever believed him, even if he couldn't get his cousins in Brandy Hall to understand or believe that he wasn't hallucinating it was enough to keep him sane…and fighting for his health and life. It was what he needed to get past the death of his parents and to move forward.
There was only one person who believed him, and that was Bilbo. He promised Frodo that he would teach him about the elves when he brought him to live at Bag-End. He promised him that he would one day bring him to Rivendell. One day…He lay in his bed at Brandy hall wishing for the day that he'd be able to go live with his Uncle in Bag-End and then maybe go adventuring with him. He'd go to Rivendell…and she would be there…the sixteen year old hobbit had many things on his mind, and for the first time in his life it was something other than his own pain or books. He was thinking about what it would be like to be loved.
Frodo could still feel the softness of her lips on his when he had kissed her in response to her offer to do so. He remembered their taste…honey and apples…and it filled him with wonder. And every time he remembered that he closed his eyes in pain…recalling the light that dragged her away from him. Would she ever come again? How long would he have to wait this time….for he knew that there was no one in the Shire that he would ever find that would ever have done what Gail did for him. She had put aside her own comfort for his sake.
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Frodo did not know that he had to wait 24 years….
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