Short note : Sorry this is short. Anyway, this takes place when Frodo is just about to turn 33. About a month before the famous Birthday Party. There will actually be a couple more things between 2990 and
3001 but they're not really significant to the story (Fillers).
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CHAPTER 18 -- Temptation
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Gailethil shivered. It was dark that night in Rivendell, and the sky was overcast with what seemed an endless shadow. She hoped that Frodo was doing okay. They had been writing back and forth for several years now. She stood on her balcony, gazing out over the Valley. Why, why did she have to remain here. It wasn't fair.
She was wearing the bracelet tonight, it was the one thing that seemed to give her comfort, seemed to reassure her that everything would be alright. She couldn't explain it…but she saw something in it that reflected the stars.
"Gailethil." it was the voice of her mother. She froze, for rare did her mother speak and almost never to her. Yet…she turned…and Torialas was standing there, as picture perfect in beauty as she had always been. Yet calm and tranquil…a sight rarely seen. There was no one with her mother, which was strange, because usually she was accompanied by someone at least.
"Mother…" Gailethil did not go to her, but remained where she was. The other elleth had to come closer to her daughter.
"Gailethil, I know that your heart is troubled." her mother said in that soft…bell like tone that both was a caress and crackled like fire.
"Mother…how do you know?"
"You are my daughter." she smiled…yet the smile was not real…not as real as it could have been. Had anyone else been present they would have shied away from the creature that was Gailethil's mother. But the elleth was so troubled that she took a step forward and was soon being held in the cold arms of the woman who had never once touched her in her entire life.
Gailethil's tears fell suddenly, "He is real…mamma."
"I know, Gailethil. I know. You want to see him…you want to leave this place don't you?"
"Yes…more than anything. Why…why won't they take me there? He needs me…I can feel it…but my head hurts so much lately…pain even Arwen cannot heal." she shivered.
"There now, there's a way that you can see him, you know. I know someone who will take you there." Torialas' eyes glittered.
"Who Mamma? Who would go against the law of Elrond? I cannot…I cannot. I'm afraid."
Glorfindel stepped out from the shadows where he had been silent before. "Hello Gailethil." And his smile was for her alone, his eyes were cast over though…like someone controlled him…like someone was playing for his soul. Within he'd already lost the battle, though he still struggled.
"There's nothing to be afraid of. If you want to see him. Glorfindel will take you, and then bring you back quickly. I will tell your father you're on a camping trip in the valley. No one will know." Torialas had never spoken so many words to her. Perhaps it was a dream.
"I….I…." she stared between the two of them. "Glorfindel. You've been here all the time? Uncle said you left Rivendell…I'm confused…I don't understand." her fingers went to her temple and she cringed In great pain.
Torialas smiled, "He has just returned this evening, he's been with your brother. Now, you need not make the decision tonight. Rest and we'll decide later." The words were like a soft wave of suggestive energy that flowed over her. Gailethil's eyes drooped, and she nodded vaguely.
"Yes…Rest…" and soon, she was asleep in Torialas' arms. Her mother grimaced and flung her into Glorfindel's with a scowl.
"I don't see why I cannot just take her away now." Glorfindel held the elleth. And twas clear from that that the Elf was not himself. Glorfindel of old would never have considered breaking a law of Elrond…for anything.
"Patience." Torialas murmured, "When the time is right. She will wake…and remember this as a dream. She will seek -you- out when she can no longer stand it."
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Frodo had been pleasantly reading in his study when he felt a cold chill take control of him for the briefest moment. "Gailethil…" he didn't know why he thought of her just then. He fumbled for the pendant and breathed a sigh of relief when she was still visible within the diamond heart. He would be almost 33 soon, almost of age. And no longer would Bilbo be able to keep him in the Shire. He meant to go to Rivendell, however he could do it. He had to. His health…was not the greatest. He had been sick an awful lot over the last ten years. He had not seen much of her though, and what he had seen was very brief. Somehow…it was hurting her to come to him, and he had to put a stop to it, by going to her. He hated to see her in pain. He felt…terrified all of a sudden…as though all the world was looking in on him…as though his world was about to be destroyed.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Something was wrong. Was Gailethil alright? He went to his window and looked up at the night sky, sighing. She had to be alright. She was an elf. Firstborn did not get sick…Firstborn did not die. He sighed again, that was really it though. She was Firstborn…and he…was not. Could he really expect her to give up immortality…he wanted to see her. Even if it was only for a moment. A terrible thought began to cross his mind…perhaps if he was sick…she would come to him. He almost wished he was sick…
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3001 but they're not really significant to the story (Fillers).
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CHAPTER 18 -- Temptation
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Gailethil shivered. It was dark that night in Rivendell, and the sky was overcast with what seemed an endless shadow. She hoped that Frodo was doing okay. They had been writing back and forth for several years now. She stood on her balcony, gazing out over the Valley. Why, why did she have to remain here. It wasn't fair.
She was wearing the bracelet tonight, it was the one thing that seemed to give her comfort, seemed to reassure her that everything would be alright. She couldn't explain it…but she saw something in it that reflected the stars.
"Gailethil." it was the voice of her mother. She froze, for rare did her mother speak and almost never to her. Yet…she turned…and Torialas was standing there, as picture perfect in beauty as she had always been. Yet calm and tranquil…a sight rarely seen. There was no one with her mother, which was strange, because usually she was accompanied by someone at least.
"Mother…" Gailethil did not go to her, but remained where she was. The other elleth had to come closer to her daughter.
"Gailethil, I know that your heart is troubled." her mother said in that soft…bell like tone that both was a caress and crackled like fire.
"Mother…how do you know?"
"You are my daughter." she smiled…yet the smile was not real…not as real as it could have been. Had anyone else been present they would have shied away from the creature that was Gailethil's mother. But the elleth was so troubled that she took a step forward and was soon being held in the cold arms of the woman who had never once touched her in her entire life.
Gailethil's tears fell suddenly, "He is real…mamma."
"I know, Gailethil. I know. You want to see him…you want to leave this place don't you?"
"Yes…more than anything. Why…why won't they take me there? He needs me…I can feel it…but my head hurts so much lately…pain even Arwen cannot heal." she shivered.
"There now, there's a way that you can see him, you know. I know someone who will take you there." Torialas' eyes glittered.
"Who Mamma? Who would go against the law of Elrond? I cannot…I cannot. I'm afraid."
Glorfindel stepped out from the shadows where he had been silent before. "Hello Gailethil." And his smile was for her alone, his eyes were cast over though…like someone controlled him…like someone was playing for his soul. Within he'd already lost the battle, though he still struggled.
"There's nothing to be afraid of. If you want to see him. Glorfindel will take you, and then bring you back quickly. I will tell your father you're on a camping trip in the valley. No one will know." Torialas had never spoken so many words to her. Perhaps it was a dream.
"I….I…." she stared between the two of them. "Glorfindel. You've been here all the time? Uncle said you left Rivendell…I'm confused…I don't understand." her fingers went to her temple and she cringed In great pain.
Torialas smiled, "He has just returned this evening, he's been with your brother. Now, you need not make the decision tonight. Rest and we'll decide later." The words were like a soft wave of suggestive energy that flowed over her. Gailethil's eyes drooped, and she nodded vaguely.
"Yes…Rest…" and soon, she was asleep in Torialas' arms. Her mother grimaced and flung her into Glorfindel's with a scowl.
"I don't see why I cannot just take her away now." Glorfindel held the elleth. And twas clear from that that the Elf was not himself. Glorfindel of old would never have considered breaking a law of Elrond…for anything.
"Patience." Torialas murmured, "When the time is right. She will wake…and remember this as a dream. She will seek -you- out when she can no longer stand it."
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Frodo had been pleasantly reading in his study when he felt a cold chill take control of him for the briefest moment. "Gailethil…" he didn't know why he thought of her just then. He fumbled for the pendant and breathed a sigh of relief when she was still visible within the diamond heart. He would be almost 33 soon, almost of age. And no longer would Bilbo be able to keep him in the Shire. He meant to go to Rivendell, however he could do it. He had to. His health…was not the greatest. He had been sick an awful lot over the last ten years. He had not seen much of her though, and what he had seen was very brief. Somehow…it was hurting her to come to him, and he had to put a stop to it, by going to her. He hated to see her in pain. He felt…terrified all of a sudden…as though all the world was looking in on him…as though his world was about to be destroyed.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Something was wrong. Was Gailethil alright? He went to his window and looked up at the night sky, sighing. She had to be alright. She was an elf. Firstborn did not get sick…Firstborn did not die. He sighed again, that was really it though. She was Firstborn…and he…was not. Could he really expect her to give up immortality…he wanted to see her. Even if it was only for a moment. A terrible thought began to cross his mind…perhaps if he was sick…she would come to him. He almost wished he was sick…
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