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Chapter 2- The Fellowship Departs
Little sleep came to me while the Fellowship rested in our woods. I knew the danger we faced at having the One Ring among us, and that thought haunted my every waking moment.
When time grew near for them to depart, I felt myself both relieved and saddened. The Elves of Lothlorien would continue on their way to the Grey Havens. The Fellowship would continue on their way to Mordor. Never again would our paths cross, of this I was certain. I could do naught but offer them what provisions they would need to send them on their way, and a few gifts to lighten the load.
As the cloaks were fastened around their necks, I watched young Frodo take a deep breath, and look to me with unshed tears in his eyes. He was terribly frightened, and for a moment my heart grieved for him. But that grief ended when I saw the fear replaced by a grim determination. The Hobbit would see this mission done. Middle-Earth would owe its continued existence to him.
I watched each of their faces as Galadriel gave her gifts to them. Thranduil's son pulled back the string on his bow, and I knew his bravery would see them far. The hobbits stared at their daggers in awe, and the one called Peregrin smiled shyly when Galadriel spoke to him. Samwise did not know what to make of his gift of Elven rope. I remember smiling to myself, thinking that the small hobbit would indeed be surprised when the time came, and that rope was needed. The dwarf, Gimli, asked for hair from my Galadriel's head. It was a touching request; one that she granted with a smile on her face. To Frodo she gave the light of our most beloved star. The little hobbit looked confused, but nevertheless grateful as she bent to kiss him on the top of his head.
I watched as she spoke to Aragorn. I knew her words to him concerned Arwen, but I chose not to interfere. Their words were private, and not for others to eavesdrop upon. I waited patiently for my own time to speak with Elessar.
When that time came, I found him near the boats, loading them with supplies. I gifted him with his own present from us, a hunting knife. It would see him through the dark times ahead. I gave him the news I had received earlier that day. They were being tracked, and the armies of Sauron were now traveling during the day. I bade him to be as careful as possible, and then bid him farewell. I knew then that I would never see Aragorn, son of Arathorn again.
Galadriel stayed to watch the Fellowship until they were well out of sight on the river. I could not. I left them there, after my talk with Aragorn, and did not look back. I did not know what tomorrow would hold for them, but I knew that they would meet it with bravery, strength, and honor.
Chapter 2- The Fellowship Departs
Little sleep came to me while the Fellowship rested in our woods. I knew the danger we faced at having the One Ring among us, and that thought haunted my every waking moment.
When time grew near for them to depart, I felt myself both relieved and saddened. The Elves of Lothlorien would continue on their way to the Grey Havens. The Fellowship would continue on their way to Mordor. Never again would our paths cross, of this I was certain. I could do naught but offer them what provisions they would need to send them on their way, and a few gifts to lighten the load.
As the cloaks were fastened around their necks, I watched young Frodo take a deep breath, and look to me with unshed tears in his eyes. He was terribly frightened, and for a moment my heart grieved for him. But that grief ended when I saw the fear replaced by a grim determination. The Hobbit would see this mission done. Middle-Earth would owe its continued existence to him.
I watched each of their faces as Galadriel gave her gifts to them. Thranduil's son pulled back the string on his bow, and I knew his bravery would see them far. The hobbits stared at their daggers in awe, and the one called Peregrin smiled shyly when Galadriel spoke to him. Samwise did not know what to make of his gift of Elven rope. I remember smiling to myself, thinking that the small hobbit would indeed be surprised when the time came, and that rope was needed. The dwarf, Gimli, asked for hair from my Galadriel's head. It was a touching request; one that she granted with a smile on her face. To Frodo she gave the light of our most beloved star. The little hobbit looked confused, but nevertheless grateful as she bent to kiss him on the top of his head.
I watched as she spoke to Aragorn. I knew her words to him concerned Arwen, but I chose not to interfere. Their words were private, and not for others to eavesdrop upon. I waited patiently for my own time to speak with Elessar.
When that time came, I found him near the boats, loading them with supplies. I gifted him with his own present from us, a hunting knife. It would see him through the dark times ahead. I gave him the news I had received earlier that day. They were being tracked, and the armies of Sauron were now traveling during the day. I bade him to be as careful as possible, and then bid him farewell. I knew then that I would never see Aragorn, son of Arathorn again.
Galadriel stayed to watch the Fellowship until they were well out of sight on the river. I could not. I left them there, after my talk with Aragorn, and did not look back. I did not know what tomorrow would hold for them, but I knew that they would meet it with bravery, strength, and honor.