Okay, now I'm done with the /Romance part and on to the Action/Adventure part.
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Legolas had eventually talked his way out of his brother. Galadriel stood in front of the five of them plus Figwit. Her eyes rested on her daughter. "Ademia, I need you, and you Lord Figwit, to go back to Rivendell."
Mia frowned her eyes clouding in worry. "What for mother?"
"Nothing worrisome. Lord Figwit needs an escort on his way back to Rivendell."
Mia looked at her mother. After a moment she bowed her head. "As you wish, mother."
Mia backed out, bowing low. Figwit followed. Haldir and his brothers were sent back to guard the borders. Legolas was sent back with one of his brothers to see if anything urgent was happening in Mirkwood.
Mia cantered her mare, Breeze, next to Figwit's stallion, Iron Ranger. "What did Lady Galadriel send us back so quickly for?" he asked her.
"I do not know," Mia said. "She's been secretive and quiet ever since I returned from the Quest."
"Perhaps the War of the Ring changed you?"
Mia looked sharply at him. "What do you mean?"
"Not what you are thinking," Figwit said. "I do not mean that you were taken by It. I mean that you seem... older somehow. More mature and..." he trailed off.
Mia sighed. "I do not think there is one person in this place who is not changed. From Hobbits to Dwarves to Men and Elves, and any kindred in between."
"The Four certainty have changed," Figwit said.
Ademia looked over at the Healer. "Do you believe that we will fade?"
"It is hard to say, my young friend. The Elves have long reined over this place. Perhaps it is the turn of Men."
"Perhaps."
"Something troubles you."
"If the elves fade... if *we* fade. What will become of our lands? Will Lothlorien's golden leaves never again blossom? Will Mirkwood's great trees be felled until the land is bare? Will Rivendell's great House fall to ruin?"
"You hold great wisdom for one so young, Ademia. I fear that our great kingdoms will indeed fall to ruin. Without Galadriel to hold sway the leaves will turn green. Without elven warriors in Mirkwood the trees cannot be protected. Without the powers of Elrond... Rivendell will become ruin. A story to Men."
Ademia began to hum softly. "I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?
Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lírinen.
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nail elyë hiryva. Namárië!
Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The long years have passed like swift draughts
of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West,
beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars
tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly.
Who now shall refill the cup for me?
For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars,
from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds,
and all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
and out of a grey country darkness lies
on the foaming waves between us, and mist
covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!
Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar.
Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell!"
They road on in silence. They were waited for in Rivendell. Without giving them a chance to rest they were ushered to Elrond. He looked at them. "The news is grave, my friends."
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Aren't you all lucky! I'm stopping here... just so it doesn't get too long. And the song Ademia sang was Galadriel's song of Eldamar. OMG! I have a band concert on Monday the 25th and I'm freaking out. See? I do to have a life other than that on the computer and on ff.net. 'Course all ya'll are just my dearest friends. Sorry.
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Legolas had eventually talked his way out of his brother. Galadriel stood in front of the five of them plus Figwit. Her eyes rested on her daughter. "Ademia, I need you, and you Lord Figwit, to go back to Rivendell."
Mia frowned her eyes clouding in worry. "What for mother?"
"Nothing worrisome. Lord Figwit needs an escort on his way back to Rivendell."
Mia looked at her mother. After a moment she bowed her head. "As you wish, mother."
Mia backed out, bowing low. Figwit followed. Haldir and his brothers were sent back to guard the borders. Legolas was sent back with one of his brothers to see if anything urgent was happening in Mirkwood.
Mia cantered her mare, Breeze, next to Figwit's stallion, Iron Ranger. "What did Lady Galadriel send us back so quickly for?" he asked her.
"I do not know," Mia said. "She's been secretive and quiet ever since I returned from the Quest."
"Perhaps the War of the Ring changed you?"
Mia looked sharply at him. "What do you mean?"
"Not what you are thinking," Figwit said. "I do not mean that you were taken by It. I mean that you seem... older somehow. More mature and..." he trailed off.
Mia sighed. "I do not think there is one person in this place who is not changed. From Hobbits to Dwarves to Men and Elves, and any kindred in between."
"The Four certainty have changed," Figwit said.
Ademia looked over at the Healer. "Do you believe that we will fade?"
"It is hard to say, my young friend. The Elves have long reined over this place. Perhaps it is the turn of Men."
"Perhaps."
"Something troubles you."
"If the elves fade... if *we* fade. What will become of our lands? Will Lothlorien's golden leaves never again blossom? Will Mirkwood's great trees be felled until the land is bare? Will Rivendell's great House fall to ruin?"
"You hold great wisdom for one so young, Ademia. I fear that our great kingdoms will indeed fall to ruin. Without Galadriel to hold sway the leaves will turn green. Without elven warriors in Mirkwood the trees cannot be protected. Without the powers of Elrond... Rivendell will become ruin. A story to Men."
Ademia began to hum softly. "I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?
Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lírinen.
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nail elyë hiryva. Namárië!
Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The long years have passed like swift draughts
of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West,
beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars
tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly.
Who now shall refill the cup for me?
For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars,
from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds,
and all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
and out of a grey country darkness lies
on the foaming waves between us, and mist
covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!
Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar.
Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell!"
They road on in silence. They were waited for in Rivendell. Without giving them a chance to rest they were ushered to Elrond. He looked at them. "The news is grave, my friends."
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Aren't you all lucky! I'm stopping here... just so it doesn't get too long. And the song Ademia sang was Galadriel's song of Eldamar. OMG! I have a band concert on Monday the 25th and I'm freaking out. See? I do to have a life other than that on the computer and on ff.net. 'Course all ya'll are just my dearest friends. Sorry.