A/N: Leoglas' song is from the LOTR soundtrack. I'm just borrowing it. It
will be translated at the bottom of this chapter for those of you who care.
Coming up in this chapter is a bit from the books that I particularly like
and I put it in here for my amusement. Hope you like! {Stuff} is what
people see in the mirror.
THE MOURNING
It was in a state of shock that the Fellowship stumbled out of Moria into the sunlight outside the gates. The hobbits instantly collapsed into a heap sobbing as Gandalf had been a very good friend and Gimli was roaring about how he was going back in there and was going to fight all the orcs single-handedly. Legolas held him back, hiding his sorrow behind a carefully polished mask. Even though the new additions had only known the wizard for a few days they too felt the loss of a great leader. Harry & Co. were sad to see another wizard fall and Lyra and Will P. were just tired of death. Will S. felt the loss as a blow to the Light from the Dark and Bran thought the same. So it was with subdued hearts that the fifteen members of the company made their way towards Lothlorien.
Once in the trees of Lothlorien Legolas allowed himself to relax and a few tears trickled down his face. Lyra could feel Pantalaimon itching to go comfort the elf but that broke the taboo even if the elf wouldn't know it. As they walked among the huge trees Legolas began to sing a soft song for Gandalf.
A Olórin i yáresse Mentaner i Númeherui Tírien i Rómenóri Maiaron i Oiosaila Manan elye etevanne Nórie i melanelye?
Mithrandir, Mithrandir, A Randir Vithren ú-reniathach i amar galen I reniad lín ne mór, nuithannen In gwidh ristennin, i fae narchannen I lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen Caled veleg, ethuiannen
"That was beautiful Legolas," whispered Lyra, "What does it mean?"
"It is a lament for Gandalf."
"What does it say of him?" asked Bran.
"I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still to near." Aragorn looked up sharply when he said this. As he understood elvish he knew what Legolas had sung and he was saddened also but grief could be dangerous for an elf. He didn't wish for any more of their company to fall.
Pantalaimon leapt into a tree and Kirjava followed but they both jumped back down hissing at something in the treetop. An elf leapt lightly from a branch and landed catlike on the soft forest ground.
"Haldir," said Aragorn in elvish, "We need your protection."
"Aragorn; this woods are perilous; we should turn back," said Gimli gruffly.
"You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back," said Haldir in the common tongue. He continued, "But the dwarf must be blindfolded."
"I will not walk blindfolded, like a beggar or a prisoner. And I am no spy. I am no more likely to betray you than Legolas, or any other of my companions, strange though they may be."
"I do not doubt you," said Haldir, "But this is our law and I am not the master of it."
"I will go forward free," he said hefting his axe.
"A plague on dwarves and their stiff necks!" said Haldir.
"Come on. Why can't we all just go blindfolded?" asked Will S. (it wouldn't matter to him with his super cool Old One senses).
"I am an elf and a kinsman here!" cried Legolas angrily.
"Now let us cry: A plague on the stiff necks of elves!" giggled Ron. His retort, though earned him a glare from both Legolas and Haldir and he felt many more pairs of eyes glaring down on him too. He gulped nervously.
"What a sight that will be," laughed Bran, "a bit like our trip through The Door of the Birds when we couldn't see anything and had to go by touch."
Grudgingly everyone finally agreed to go on blindfolded and once Haldir was done binding their eyes they set off holding on to a rope Haldir had given them as a guide.
It was dark before they reached Lorien although they couldn't tell that until their blindfolds were removed. The walked up the huge steps carved around the mallorn tree to a lighted talan where the Lady Galadriel waited for them with her husband Celeborn.
"What is this? Nine were set out from Rivendell and yet there are fifteen here but Mithrandir, the Grey Pilgrim is not among you. Where is he?"
"He has fallen into shadow," said Galadriel softly, "But that does not explain the others. Tell me, who are you?"
"I am Harry Potter, Lady. And these are my friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. We are from Hogwarts, in another world. We are wizards."
"I'm Lyra Silvertongue," said Lyra bobbing a small curtsey, "And this is my friend Will Parry; and our dæmons Pantalaimon and Kirjava."
"I am Bran ap Arthur. The Pendragon and my friend is the dewin Will Stanton."
"I can feel that you have some part in this war against the enemy but still I am puzzled. What are you doing in Middle Earth as you most certainly do not belong here?"
"We are not sure ourselves my Lady," said Will S. stepping forward, "If you know we would like to know why we are here ourselves."
"I cannot tell you myself but perhaps my mirror will have answers to all your questions. But not now. For you are weary and need rest. Tonight you shall rest peacefully under the mallorn branches and the stars of the Lady Varda."
The Fellowship was given rooms in the roots of the largest mallorn trees. At first Will S. and Bran were a little unsure about their rooms but it was very different from the roots of the trees at the Wall of Moria. As soon as their heads hit the soft pillows they were asleep along with the rest of the Fellowship.
In the middle of the night Frodo awoke with a start. He wasn't sure what had wakened him until he saw the Lady walking barefoot through their camp. He got out of bed and followed her into a small grove. The Lady reached for a crystal pitcher and filled it to the brim before turning to look at Frodo.
"Will you look into my mirror?"
"What will I see?" asked Frodo walking slowly down the steps.
"Not even the wisest knows. For the mirror shows many things. Things that were. Things that are. And some things, that have not yet come to pass," said Galadriel pouring the water as she did so.
Frodo was still worried but he stepped up to the shallow basin and peered into the water. As he watched images formed. {Legolas, Gimli, Aragorn, Boromir, Merry and Pippin, and Sam. A picture of Harry, Ron, and Hermione in front of a huge castle. Lyra and Will P. in a gray world surrounded by ghosts. Will S. and Bran in a small dark cottage peering out at the skeleton of a horse that was moving on its own.}
Frodo looked up sharply. Why was she showing him this? Galadriel made no move just watched him. He looked back at the mirror and gasped at what he saw. {The Shire and Hobbiton very peaceful and happy but suddenly orcs ran out of the trees and attacked the defenseless hobbits. He saw several more pictures of destruction and then from a fire an eye formed. It was huge. A huge eye, lidless, wreathed in flame and ever watchful. It grew larger and larger until it filed the whole surface of the mirror.} The Ring under Frodo's shirt slipped out and hung directly over the surface. Trying to get back to its master. With a grunt of effort he wrenched the Ring away from the boiling water and stumbled away from the mirror.
"I know what it is you saw," said Galadriel, "For it is also in my mind. It is what will come to pass if you should fail. The quest stands on the edge of a knife, stray but a little and it shall fail, to the ruin of all."
"Will you take the Ring?" asked Frodo.
"You offer it to me freely. I will not deny that my heart has long desired this. Instead of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! Beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Treacherous as the sea! Stronger than the foundations of the earth!"
Galadriel had raised herself up and was glowing with a weird light that made Frodo cower back in fear and surprise. After a minute or so she seemed to shrink down to her normal size and she panted as though she had just run from Mordor. "I pass the test," she said softly, "I will diminish and go into the West and remain Galadriel."
Shocked, Frodo ran from the grove and back to the safety of his small bed among his friends. New and old.
A/N: Here is the translation of Legolas' lament for Gandalf:
Olórin who once was. Sent by the Lords of the West To guard the lands of the East Wisest of all Maiar What drove you to leave That which you loved?
Mithrandir, Mithrandir O Pilgrim Grey No more will you wander the green fields of this earth Your journey has ended in darkness. The bonds cut, the spirit broken The Flame of Anor has left this World A great light, has gone out.
THE MOURNING
It was in a state of shock that the Fellowship stumbled out of Moria into the sunlight outside the gates. The hobbits instantly collapsed into a heap sobbing as Gandalf had been a very good friend and Gimli was roaring about how he was going back in there and was going to fight all the orcs single-handedly. Legolas held him back, hiding his sorrow behind a carefully polished mask. Even though the new additions had only known the wizard for a few days they too felt the loss of a great leader. Harry & Co. were sad to see another wizard fall and Lyra and Will P. were just tired of death. Will S. felt the loss as a blow to the Light from the Dark and Bran thought the same. So it was with subdued hearts that the fifteen members of the company made their way towards Lothlorien.
Once in the trees of Lothlorien Legolas allowed himself to relax and a few tears trickled down his face. Lyra could feel Pantalaimon itching to go comfort the elf but that broke the taboo even if the elf wouldn't know it. As they walked among the huge trees Legolas began to sing a soft song for Gandalf.
A Olórin i yáresse Mentaner i Númeherui Tírien i Rómenóri Maiaron i Oiosaila Manan elye etevanne Nórie i melanelye?
Mithrandir, Mithrandir, A Randir Vithren ú-reniathach i amar galen I reniad lín ne mór, nuithannen In gwidh ristennin, i fae narchannen I lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen Caled veleg, ethuiannen
"That was beautiful Legolas," whispered Lyra, "What does it mean?"
"It is a lament for Gandalf."
"What does it say of him?" asked Bran.
"I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still to near." Aragorn looked up sharply when he said this. As he understood elvish he knew what Legolas had sung and he was saddened also but grief could be dangerous for an elf. He didn't wish for any more of their company to fall.
Pantalaimon leapt into a tree and Kirjava followed but they both jumped back down hissing at something in the treetop. An elf leapt lightly from a branch and landed catlike on the soft forest ground.
"Haldir," said Aragorn in elvish, "We need your protection."
"Aragorn; this woods are perilous; we should turn back," said Gimli gruffly.
"You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back," said Haldir in the common tongue. He continued, "But the dwarf must be blindfolded."
"I will not walk blindfolded, like a beggar or a prisoner. And I am no spy. I am no more likely to betray you than Legolas, or any other of my companions, strange though they may be."
"I do not doubt you," said Haldir, "But this is our law and I am not the master of it."
"I will go forward free," he said hefting his axe.
"A plague on dwarves and their stiff necks!" said Haldir.
"Come on. Why can't we all just go blindfolded?" asked Will S. (it wouldn't matter to him with his super cool Old One senses).
"I am an elf and a kinsman here!" cried Legolas angrily.
"Now let us cry: A plague on the stiff necks of elves!" giggled Ron. His retort, though earned him a glare from both Legolas and Haldir and he felt many more pairs of eyes glaring down on him too. He gulped nervously.
"What a sight that will be," laughed Bran, "a bit like our trip through The Door of the Birds when we couldn't see anything and had to go by touch."
Grudgingly everyone finally agreed to go on blindfolded and once Haldir was done binding their eyes they set off holding on to a rope Haldir had given them as a guide.
It was dark before they reached Lorien although they couldn't tell that until their blindfolds were removed. The walked up the huge steps carved around the mallorn tree to a lighted talan where the Lady Galadriel waited for them with her husband Celeborn.
"What is this? Nine were set out from Rivendell and yet there are fifteen here but Mithrandir, the Grey Pilgrim is not among you. Where is he?"
"He has fallen into shadow," said Galadriel softly, "But that does not explain the others. Tell me, who are you?"
"I am Harry Potter, Lady. And these are my friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. We are from Hogwarts, in another world. We are wizards."
"I'm Lyra Silvertongue," said Lyra bobbing a small curtsey, "And this is my friend Will Parry; and our dæmons Pantalaimon and Kirjava."
"I am Bran ap Arthur. The Pendragon and my friend is the dewin Will Stanton."
"I can feel that you have some part in this war against the enemy but still I am puzzled. What are you doing in Middle Earth as you most certainly do not belong here?"
"We are not sure ourselves my Lady," said Will S. stepping forward, "If you know we would like to know why we are here ourselves."
"I cannot tell you myself but perhaps my mirror will have answers to all your questions. But not now. For you are weary and need rest. Tonight you shall rest peacefully under the mallorn branches and the stars of the Lady Varda."
The Fellowship was given rooms in the roots of the largest mallorn trees. At first Will S. and Bran were a little unsure about their rooms but it was very different from the roots of the trees at the Wall of Moria. As soon as their heads hit the soft pillows they were asleep along with the rest of the Fellowship.
In the middle of the night Frodo awoke with a start. He wasn't sure what had wakened him until he saw the Lady walking barefoot through their camp. He got out of bed and followed her into a small grove. The Lady reached for a crystal pitcher and filled it to the brim before turning to look at Frodo.
"Will you look into my mirror?"
"What will I see?" asked Frodo walking slowly down the steps.
"Not even the wisest knows. For the mirror shows many things. Things that were. Things that are. And some things, that have not yet come to pass," said Galadriel pouring the water as she did so.
Frodo was still worried but he stepped up to the shallow basin and peered into the water. As he watched images formed. {Legolas, Gimli, Aragorn, Boromir, Merry and Pippin, and Sam. A picture of Harry, Ron, and Hermione in front of a huge castle. Lyra and Will P. in a gray world surrounded by ghosts. Will S. and Bran in a small dark cottage peering out at the skeleton of a horse that was moving on its own.}
Frodo looked up sharply. Why was she showing him this? Galadriel made no move just watched him. He looked back at the mirror and gasped at what he saw. {The Shire and Hobbiton very peaceful and happy but suddenly orcs ran out of the trees and attacked the defenseless hobbits. He saw several more pictures of destruction and then from a fire an eye formed. It was huge. A huge eye, lidless, wreathed in flame and ever watchful. It grew larger and larger until it filed the whole surface of the mirror.} The Ring under Frodo's shirt slipped out and hung directly over the surface. Trying to get back to its master. With a grunt of effort he wrenched the Ring away from the boiling water and stumbled away from the mirror.
"I know what it is you saw," said Galadriel, "For it is also in my mind. It is what will come to pass if you should fail. The quest stands on the edge of a knife, stray but a little and it shall fail, to the ruin of all."
"Will you take the Ring?" asked Frodo.
"You offer it to me freely. I will not deny that my heart has long desired this. Instead of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! Beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Treacherous as the sea! Stronger than the foundations of the earth!"
Galadriel had raised herself up and was glowing with a weird light that made Frodo cower back in fear and surprise. After a minute or so she seemed to shrink down to her normal size and she panted as though she had just run from Mordor. "I pass the test," she said softly, "I will diminish and go into the West and remain Galadriel."
Shocked, Frodo ran from the grove and back to the safety of his small bed among his friends. New and old.
A/N: Here is the translation of Legolas' lament for Gandalf:
Olórin who once was. Sent by the Lords of the West To guard the lands of the East Wisest of all Maiar What drove you to leave That which you loved?
Mithrandir, Mithrandir O Pilgrim Grey No more will you wander the green fields of this earth Your journey has ended in darkness. The bonds cut, the spirit broken The Flame of Anor has left this World A great light, has gone out.