Trotter: Analogy to Iraq.....? What the heck? Yeah..okay. And you've
changed since you entered Middle-Earth, not to mention Aragorn drugged you
(just kdding!!!) And most other of your questions shall be answered soon.
Marsha: THANKS FOR THE REVIEW!!!!
Chapter Three: Awakening
As Aralya put the necklace back over Orelisse's head, silently cursing to herself, a sudden movement from the tiny elf child surprised Aralya.
"Wake up!" she said, shaking the elf gently.
Orelisse moaned, but didn't wake up quite yet. Aralya, placing her hands on the tiny shoulders suddenly realized how small Orelisse was.
"Ada?" she said, leaving the room, and nearly walking right into her father, "Ada, why is Orelisse so......small?"
"Elf children grow slowly, and start as children on the smallish side. Elves grow, I should think, two to three times more slowly than Men do. She, because an Elf, will reach a certain age, and then stop growing altogether. The age you see most elves are." Ellesar replied looking at his teenage daughter.
Aralya went back into the room, to find the elf child was awake, sitting up on her beds, eyes open wide, and hands wrapped around the hilt of the sword. When she saw Aralya standing in the door, she smiled. "How came you to be here, Estel?" she said, toying with the name Estel playfully, as it was no more than a nickname.
"Use no more my nickname, or my true name. I am now called Aralya. And I think I should be asking you that question!" Aralya answered, sitting next to Orelisse.
"I should like to know that myself. I assume you were born into this world as Aragorn's daughter?" Aralya nodded, and Orelisse continued. "I was not born, but just appeared. Eru created me as one of the maiar, and took me from our first world, and brought me here in a new form, and for some reason, left me my Ring." She touched the Ring gently, unknowing to what it truly was. "He gave me this sword, but, it be not just any sword......." she got up and closed the doors, and then closed the curtains. "I trust you to keep this a secret?"
"Of course."
Orelisse looked at the hilt, and touched a spring on it, and the hilt opened up, revealing a hidden compartment, from which a glowing jewel fell out. "It is a silmaril. Eru told me only I could bring it back to the Undying Lands, because Morgoth had his eye on the stronger Valar, never expected someone like me to bear a silmaril."
"Morgoth has his eye on more than one thing." Said Aralya quietly, "Your Ring. It is the One Ring. It has been reforged with the power of Morgoth himself. But you, from what I understand, are a Maiar! Can you not destroy it?"
"Olorin---or Gandlaf as he is known, was a Maiar. He could not destroy it! Like Frodo, we must destroy it were it was forged. No, not in Doom," she added as Aralya turned toward where Mordor once was, "I know not where, but it is not Doom. But WE will destroy it. Not me alone though."
I know, it was a short chapter, with more explanations than there was adventure, or anything, but the story will get better. REVIEWS PLEASE!!!!
Marsha: THANKS FOR THE REVIEW!!!!
Chapter Three: Awakening
As Aralya put the necklace back over Orelisse's head, silently cursing to herself, a sudden movement from the tiny elf child surprised Aralya.
"Wake up!" she said, shaking the elf gently.
Orelisse moaned, but didn't wake up quite yet. Aralya, placing her hands on the tiny shoulders suddenly realized how small Orelisse was.
"Ada?" she said, leaving the room, and nearly walking right into her father, "Ada, why is Orelisse so......small?"
"Elf children grow slowly, and start as children on the smallish side. Elves grow, I should think, two to three times more slowly than Men do. She, because an Elf, will reach a certain age, and then stop growing altogether. The age you see most elves are." Ellesar replied looking at his teenage daughter.
Aralya went back into the room, to find the elf child was awake, sitting up on her beds, eyes open wide, and hands wrapped around the hilt of the sword. When she saw Aralya standing in the door, she smiled. "How came you to be here, Estel?" she said, toying with the name Estel playfully, as it was no more than a nickname.
"Use no more my nickname, or my true name. I am now called Aralya. And I think I should be asking you that question!" Aralya answered, sitting next to Orelisse.
"I should like to know that myself. I assume you were born into this world as Aragorn's daughter?" Aralya nodded, and Orelisse continued. "I was not born, but just appeared. Eru created me as one of the maiar, and took me from our first world, and brought me here in a new form, and for some reason, left me my Ring." She touched the Ring gently, unknowing to what it truly was. "He gave me this sword, but, it be not just any sword......." she got up and closed the doors, and then closed the curtains. "I trust you to keep this a secret?"
"Of course."
Orelisse looked at the hilt, and touched a spring on it, and the hilt opened up, revealing a hidden compartment, from which a glowing jewel fell out. "It is a silmaril. Eru told me only I could bring it back to the Undying Lands, because Morgoth had his eye on the stronger Valar, never expected someone like me to bear a silmaril."
"Morgoth has his eye on more than one thing." Said Aralya quietly, "Your Ring. It is the One Ring. It has been reforged with the power of Morgoth himself. But you, from what I understand, are a Maiar! Can you not destroy it?"
"Olorin---or Gandlaf as he is known, was a Maiar. He could not destroy it! Like Frodo, we must destroy it were it was forged. No, not in Doom," she added as Aralya turned toward where Mordor once was, "I know not where, but it is not Doom. But WE will destroy it. Not me alone though."
I know, it was a short chapter, with more explanations than there was adventure, or anything, but the story will get better. REVIEWS PLEASE!!!!