Now, to all ONE of you who are reading this.... I've got a question.. Actually it's a riddle, so here goes: There are three words in the English language that end in "gry". ONE is angry and the other is hungry. EveryONE knows what the third ONE means and what it stands for. EveryONE uses them everyday, and if you listened very carefully, I've given you the third word. What is it? _______gry?
Knock yourself out. And if you can figure it out.. TELL ME!
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Ademia hardly let go of Legolas except when Figwit changed her bandages or one of the servants fed her.
A day or so before they got to Lothlorien, Figwit called for all the elves to meet. "She will not live much longer," he said bluntly.
"Why not?" Haldir and Legolas demanded at the same instant.
"She is ill, and dying."
"Elves cannot get sick, my elven friend," one of them said.
"She is not ill like that. The orcs.. I do not know what she went though with them, I can only guess, and that is bad enough. She has been severely emotionally damaged while with them."
"You're the healer," one of them said. "Why are we here?"
"She must depart to the west."
Mouths fell open and eyes widened. A half a second later all the elves began clamoring at the same time.
"She can't go!"
"We need her here!"
"But she's too young!"
Figwit held up his hand. Eventually the clamoring died down. "If she goes or not will be up to her, but I highly suggest you allow her to decide on her own, but she will surely die before this year is out if she does not leave."
When Ademia learned of this she glared at the one who told her. "NO NO NO NO!"
"But, Ademia," Figwit tried to reason with her.
"NO! ONCE AGAIN NO! I REFUSE!"
Legolas and Haldir stood a few feet away in the woods. Legolas was trying to keep a straight face and Haldir had already given up and was laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face. They were doing all this silently of course.
"Ademia, you will die if you stay here."
"NO!"
Figwit had had enough, and from the sound of it so had Mia. There was a loud splash and when Figwit came out again he was drenched and Mia was sitting against a tree smiling.
"Very emotionally damaged, Figwit," Legolas laughed.
Ten months later, the Fellowship was again called to Lorien. Haldir stepped out in front of them. "The Dwarf still breaths so loud we could have shot him in the dark, but we will refrain for now. Come. She is waiting."
The Fellowship (as I still call them) walked through the Wood until they got to the flet where they had first met Galadriel. Galadriel was not standing to meet them. Nor was Celeborn. A bed infused with a soft golden glow lay there and the two of them sat on either side of it.
Haldir inhaled sharply and ran up the stairs to where Galadriel sat. He asked her something in elvish and she shook her head. "She's got only days, Haldir. She would not make it."
The Fellowship slowly made their way up the stairs to the bed. Galadriel and Celeborn looked at their daughter and stepped back. Mia's body was gaunt and pale. Her hair no longer shone. It lay limp and dull forming a halo around her head. Pippin's eyes widened. "What happened?" (in his adorable accent... *hears shouting behind her* What?! Oh, right. Back to the story!)
Legolas bent down in front of him. "Remember when everyone went out looking for her? She'd been captured by orcs. They hurt her very badly, and Lord Figwit said she may die if she didn't cross into the Havens, but she refused."
"We were captured by orcs," Pippin said, shuddering. "We weren't hurt that bad."
Aragorn took over for Legolas. Mia woke up briefly. Her eyes blinking rapidly. "Where..?"
The Fellowship, her parents, Haldir, his brothers, and many other SGW's gathered around her. She half smiled. A healer rushed forward. "Drink this."
She waved him away. "I am dying, Nuthieral. Your potions will not help me now."
"Pippin, Pippin, Pippin," she chided him. "You have hardly changed."
Pippin ducked his head. "You'll be okay... right?"
Mia shook her head. "I'm afraid I won't be, Pip."
"But-but you *have* to be! You're an elf!"
"Of that I am well aware. Now, Merry. How have you been at keeping Pippin out of trouble?"
"He's as much trouble as before, Mia."
"Well you do a good job. Sam and Frodo. Frodo the nine fingered. You've become legend, my young friends."
"No more so than you have, Mia," Frodo countered.
"The Ringbearer and his Servant are much more famous than the female elf who could never seem to say out of trouble. Aragorn." She shook her head. "The Ranger becomes a King. That's worth a story. Several stories perhaps. You had better be a good King, and be good to Arwen. Or maybe I'll just have to come back and haunt you for the rest of your days."
"I'll do my best, Mia."
"Gimli. You take care of that elf over there. He's much to irresponsible to take care of himself."
Gimli snorted. "He needs it."
"Haldir, Rumil, Orophin... honestly. I think all of you need to be thrown into a very cold river! Your heads are getting so big you won't even be able to see around them! But my marchwarden had better watch over my troops or I'll come back and haunt him!" Mia inhaled sharply as something tugged at her. "Orophin, Rumil. Make sure his head doesn't get too big by that title."
"That we can do," Orophin laughed, but his laugh wasn't joyful. It was sorrowful.
"You SGW's... what am I to do with you? Without me you'll turn into a bunch of children playing with toy bows and hitting something every so often. More often than not your own brother..."
"We'll keep them in top shape," Rumil promised.
"Ah, you'd better."
Mia bid her farewell to her parents. She took Legolas's hand. "Legolas, I l-" her last word was cut off. For many minutes after the flet was full of elves, not one without tears running down their faces.
Four years later all of Lothlorien was empty. Except for one elf. She grinned and her eyes flashed with knowledge that only living for years and years could only give. Her eyes also held sadness. All mixing together to give a look that was said Glorfindel, Lord Elrond, and Lady Galadriel had held. One other elf held that oft coveted look. Her name was Ademia. Daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel of Lothlorien. She had been thought dead, but the elf in Lothlorien proved them wrong. "My love, I shall return to you."
THE END FINALLY!
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SGW's are Sentinels of the Golden Wood. Do you want a sequel...? 'Cause I've got an idea, but I figure if you all don't want one... then *a paper flies out the window but comes back and hits Lanfear in the head* Owwww!!! And I wanna thank all my reviewers! You guys kept me alive! And thank you ESPECIALLY for Psyco101, who's reviewed... well pretty much every chapter!
Now, my list of thank you's: little-bit-odd, JK B, The Shadow Reviewer, Taith Ant, doodles, Cleo-And Tsunami, ASGT, serendu, Opal Elf, Chrisje, Spock Lover, danny miller, Elena, Joselyn_Greenleaf, Lady Katanya, Ailya the Sorceress (yes, I would have killed you Ailya), That Livingston Girl, bambi, Angel, and once again: Psyco 101. And I want to thank all my friends who hung on me and threatened to kill me if I didn't finish it... oh.. huh. Well now that I've finished this.. uhh.. I better run.. 'Cause you all are going to kill me..... (Hey! Angel, member this ending? In Kayasa?!)
Review one last time telling me what you thought of the story (not just the ending mind you, or I'll be up to my neck in flames).
And I rewrote the ending because my new story had holes in it the size if Russia.
Knock yourself out. And if you can figure it out.. TELL ME!
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Ademia hardly let go of Legolas except when Figwit changed her bandages or one of the servants fed her.
A day or so before they got to Lothlorien, Figwit called for all the elves to meet. "She will not live much longer," he said bluntly.
"Why not?" Haldir and Legolas demanded at the same instant.
"She is ill, and dying."
"Elves cannot get sick, my elven friend," one of them said.
"She is not ill like that. The orcs.. I do not know what she went though with them, I can only guess, and that is bad enough. She has been severely emotionally damaged while with them."
"You're the healer," one of them said. "Why are we here?"
"She must depart to the west."
Mouths fell open and eyes widened. A half a second later all the elves began clamoring at the same time.
"She can't go!"
"We need her here!"
"But she's too young!"
Figwit held up his hand. Eventually the clamoring died down. "If she goes or not will be up to her, but I highly suggest you allow her to decide on her own, but she will surely die before this year is out if she does not leave."
When Ademia learned of this she glared at the one who told her. "NO NO NO NO!"
"But, Ademia," Figwit tried to reason with her.
"NO! ONCE AGAIN NO! I REFUSE!"
Legolas and Haldir stood a few feet away in the woods. Legolas was trying to keep a straight face and Haldir had already given up and was laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face. They were doing all this silently of course.
"Ademia, you will die if you stay here."
"NO!"
Figwit had had enough, and from the sound of it so had Mia. There was a loud splash and when Figwit came out again he was drenched and Mia was sitting against a tree smiling.
"Very emotionally damaged, Figwit," Legolas laughed.
Ten months later, the Fellowship was again called to Lorien. Haldir stepped out in front of them. "The Dwarf still breaths so loud we could have shot him in the dark, but we will refrain for now. Come. She is waiting."
The Fellowship (as I still call them) walked through the Wood until they got to the flet where they had first met Galadriel. Galadriel was not standing to meet them. Nor was Celeborn. A bed infused with a soft golden glow lay there and the two of them sat on either side of it.
Haldir inhaled sharply and ran up the stairs to where Galadriel sat. He asked her something in elvish and she shook her head. "She's got only days, Haldir. She would not make it."
The Fellowship slowly made their way up the stairs to the bed. Galadriel and Celeborn looked at their daughter and stepped back. Mia's body was gaunt and pale. Her hair no longer shone. It lay limp and dull forming a halo around her head. Pippin's eyes widened. "What happened?" (in his adorable accent... *hears shouting behind her* What?! Oh, right. Back to the story!)
Legolas bent down in front of him. "Remember when everyone went out looking for her? She'd been captured by orcs. They hurt her very badly, and Lord Figwit said she may die if she didn't cross into the Havens, but she refused."
"We were captured by orcs," Pippin said, shuddering. "We weren't hurt that bad."
Aragorn took over for Legolas. Mia woke up briefly. Her eyes blinking rapidly. "Where..?"
The Fellowship, her parents, Haldir, his brothers, and many other SGW's gathered around her. She half smiled. A healer rushed forward. "Drink this."
She waved him away. "I am dying, Nuthieral. Your potions will not help me now."
"Pippin, Pippin, Pippin," she chided him. "You have hardly changed."
Pippin ducked his head. "You'll be okay... right?"
Mia shook her head. "I'm afraid I won't be, Pip."
"But-but you *have* to be! You're an elf!"
"Of that I am well aware. Now, Merry. How have you been at keeping Pippin out of trouble?"
"He's as much trouble as before, Mia."
"Well you do a good job. Sam and Frodo. Frodo the nine fingered. You've become legend, my young friends."
"No more so than you have, Mia," Frodo countered.
"The Ringbearer and his Servant are much more famous than the female elf who could never seem to say out of trouble. Aragorn." She shook her head. "The Ranger becomes a King. That's worth a story. Several stories perhaps. You had better be a good King, and be good to Arwen. Or maybe I'll just have to come back and haunt you for the rest of your days."
"I'll do my best, Mia."
"Gimli. You take care of that elf over there. He's much to irresponsible to take care of himself."
Gimli snorted. "He needs it."
"Haldir, Rumil, Orophin... honestly. I think all of you need to be thrown into a very cold river! Your heads are getting so big you won't even be able to see around them! But my marchwarden had better watch over my troops or I'll come back and haunt him!" Mia inhaled sharply as something tugged at her. "Orophin, Rumil. Make sure his head doesn't get too big by that title."
"That we can do," Orophin laughed, but his laugh wasn't joyful. It was sorrowful.
"You SGW's... what am I to do with you? Without me you'll turn into a bunch of children playing with toy bows and hitting something every so often. More often than not your own brother..."
"We'll keep them in top shape," Rumil promised.
"Ah, you'd better."
Mia bid her farewell to her parents. She took Legolas's hand. "Legolas, I l-" her last word was cut off. For many minutes after the flet was full of elves, not one without tears running down their faces.
Four years later all of Lothlorien was empty. Except for one elf. She grinned and her eyes flashed with knowledge that only living for years and years could only give. Her eyes also held sadness. All mixing together to give a look that was said Glorfindel, Lord Elrond, and Lady Galadriel had held. One other elf held that oft coveted look. Her name was Ademia. Daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel of Lothlorien. She had been thought dead, but the elf in Lothlorien proved them wrong. "My love, I shall return to you."
THE END FINALLY!
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SGW's are Sentinels of the Golden Wood. Do you want a sequel...? 'Cause I've got an idea, but I figure if you all don't want one... then *a paper flies out the window but comes back and hits Lanfear in the head* Owwww!!! And I wanna thank all my reviewers! You guys kept me alive! And thank you ESPECIALLY for Psyco101, who's reviewed... well pretty much every chapter!
Now, my list of thank you's: little-bit-odd, JK B, The Shadow Reviewer, Taith Ant, doodles, Cleo-And Tsunami, ASGT, serendu, Opal Elf, Chrisje, Spock Lover, danny miller, Elena, Joselyn_Greenleaf, Lady Katanya, Ailya the Sorceress (yes, I would have killed you Ailya), That Livingston Girl, bambi, Angel, and once again: Psyco 101. And I want to thank all my friends who hung on me and threatened to kill me if I didn't finish it... oh.. huh. Well now that I've finished this.. uhh.. I better run.. 'Cause you all are going to kill me..... (Hey! Angel, member this ending? In Kayasa?!)
Review one last time telling me what you thought of the story (not just the ending mind you, or I'll be up to my neck in flames).
And I rewrote the ending because my new story had holes in it the size if Russia.