Disclaimer: AU Story. My second large fic because it gave me so much
pleasure writing the last. I do not own any of the characters or places in
this story- both belong to the genius, Tolkien. I know; I torture the
characters but I will do my very best to save them. Hope you enjoy!
Shirebound: Yay- no holiday cheer for you- just constant updates of AVALANCHE. Mwa ha ha! Ch.7 was supposed to be a calming, sort of "at peace" part. I'm glad you liked it!
Tiggivon: Wow! Thank you so very much for your lovely comments on both Lost in Moria and Trials of Lórien. I am ecstatic that you are enjoying this!
JaimeyKay: Yeah- go angst and torture! Why disappointed with TTT? Was it the ending? Personally, I could find no fault with it. But then, I sat there drooling for most of it- I could have missed something. I AM SEEING IT AGAIN TODAY!
The Fellowship of the Nuts: Glad that you're liking it! Hopefully, I'll be able to get a lot done before Christmas. Any chance I get to see your super- super bow of Lothlórien yet?
Elf of Rivendell: I don't know where the climax will be- I think it'll probably be when the Fellowship are leaving but I can't be sure. My bible (Lord of the Rings) is constantly at my computer desk so I can check up the details. Aw, Galadriel's coming though I'm not going to feel the same way about her, as she is my favourite nasty character for my LOTR spoofs. Hehe- she's evil.
Feline Daemon: No, only one chapter yesterday because I was out all day. Don't worry, I sat down in my room for three hours, just staring at the ceiling and thinking about Two Towers after I had seen it. Pleased that you like the story!
G'ah! *hits self viciously* Come on, Ailsa. P-L-O-T!! Keep it going!
~ Chapter Eight ~
Deep violet creased the sky as evening drew closer and a chill breeze swept the land. The Fellowship marched on at Haldir's word. The elven brothers held forth silver lamps, casting the scene into bright light. They walked out into a clearing under a misty sky. The area curved round in a broad circle behind a hill that rose up out of the earth, topped with the tallest mallorn trees any of them had ever seen. Lights shone like jewels among the tiered branches and the song-like sound of voices drifted across to them.
"There lies Caras Galadhon- the city of the Galadhrim and home to Lord Celeborn and Galadriel, Lady of Light. Come, I will lead you to the Gates."
The company were taken round the broad circle to the other side of the headland on a paved road. It seemed to Frodo to be formed from starlight, glittering and glowing at their touch. They followed it along the borders of the city that rose up on their left. The elves took them along the road until, crossing a great bridge, they came to the Gates of Lórien. They towered over the companions as if watching them with unseen eyes. Lanterns had been strung all around and the light given off felt warm on their skin. Haldir raised a hand and knocked upon the gate. He spoke a few words and the doors began to swing inwards. Frodo could make out no guard or sentry but the gates shut quickly behind them as they entered Caras Galadhon.
--
There were none as far as the travellers could see. No one seemed to be there at all- as if the city had bee deserted just suddenly, at their arrival. A tinkling of chimes flowed down to them and the singing grew louder as they moved down a winding lane. They climbed staircases that seemed to have grown out of the trees themselves and walked talans that appeared to be floating on the air. Sam held his breath and looked straight ahead.
After much walking, the Fellowship stepped onto a high platformed lawn. The singing was all around them now- a beautiful chiming melody that only the elves could create. Haldir stopped them in their tracks.
"The Lord and Lady wish to see you. Let Frodo follow I- and Legolas in turn. The rest of you may follow as you will. It is a steep climb and you may rest as often as you like."
They rose up to a long curving stairway that wound round and around an immense mallorn that dominated the city. Frodo followed in a trance. After so much darkness- so much peril, it was almost too unreal for all this loveliness. Spellbound, the company ascended up into the dark leaves and tiers of the elves. They did not speak for it seemed too peaceful and gentle to be broken by the harsh speech of the mortals.
Frodo stepped onto a wide clear lawn that was decorated with silver lamps and great coiled archways glimmering in the moonlight. At the end of the clearing towered a hall, large enough for the Men of the earth. But it seemed to be a different world entirely- up in the cold air amid the canopy of Caras Galadhon.
"Come, Frodo," Haldir said to him and the hobbit allowed himself to be led into the great chamber. Everywhere was light. It was his first thought and he gazed around in utter astonishment at the green-silver walls that swam like water before his eyes. At the back sat the very tree itself with many seats embedded into the ivory bark. Elves clustered on them, bowing at the entrance of the Ringbearer. And there, at the very highest point, sat the Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. Behind him, Frodo sensed Legolas bending down on one knee but for some reason; he could feel little love for these elves. Granted that he was in complete awe of their splendour and he marvelled at their fairness and grace but at that moment, he could not find a place for either in his heart. Any empty spaces were filled with grief. There were so many lost.
"Frodo Baggins of the Shire. You have come at last," the Lord said, bowing his head. Taking an unseen route, he and his lady walked down to face the little hobbit. They bowed low to him. "All here are eternally grateful for what you are doing. All the folk of Middle-Earth are in your debt."
"I've hardly completed my quest yet," Frodo replied sharply, bristling slightly. He was remembering Nimrodel singing in his ears. The falsehood of her words. Legolas put a restraining hand on his shoulder, reminding him who he was speaking to. But Galadriel smiled.
"We only speak as ones who do not doubt your victory."
~
Short, I know but I just needed to get the Fellowship there. Now the real trials begin for Frodo and the company...
Shirebound: Yay- no holiday cheer for you- just constant updates of AVALANCHE. Mwa ha ha! Ch.7 was supposed to be a calming, sort of "at peace" part. I'm glad you liked it!
Tiggivon: Wow! Thank you so very much for your lovely comments on both Lost in Moria and Trials of Lórien. I am ecstatic that you are enjoying this!
JaimeyKay: Yeah- go angst and torture! Why disappointed with TTT? Was it the ending? Personally, I could find no fault with it. But then, I sat there drooling for most of it- I could have missed something. I AM SEEING IT AGAIN TODAY!
The Fellowship of the Nuts: Glad that you're liking it! Hopefully, I'll be able to get a lot done before Christmas. Any chance I get to see your super- super bow of Lothlórien yet?
Elf of Rivendell: I don't know where the climax will be- I think it'll probably be when the Fellowship are leaving but I can't be sure. My bible (Lord of the Rings) is constantly at my computer desk so I can check up the details. Aw, Galadriel's coming though I'm not going to feel the same way about her, as she is my favourite nasty character for my LOTR spoofs. Hehe- she's evil.
Feline Daemon: No, only one chapter yesterday because I was out all day. Don't worry, I sat down in my room for three hours, just staring at the ceiling and thinking about Two Towers after I had seen it. Pleased that you like the story!
G'ah! *hits self viciously* Come on, Ailsa. P-L-O-T!! Keep it going!
~ Chapter Eight ~
Deep violet creased the sky as evening drew closer and a chill breeze swept the land. The Fellowship marched on at Haldir's word. The elven brothers held forth silver lamps, casting the scene into bright light. They walked out into a clearing under a misty sky. The area curved round in a broad circle behind a hill that rose up out of the earth, topped with the tallest mallorn trees any of them had ever seen. Lights shone like jewels among the tiered branches and the song-like sound of voices drifted across to them.
"There lies Caras Galadhon- the city of the Galadhrim and home to Lord Celeborn and Galadriel, Lady of Light. Come, I will lead you to the Gates."
The company were taken round the broad circle to the other side of the headland on a paved road. It seemed to Frodo to be formed from starlight, glittering and glowing at their touch. They followed it along the borders of the city that rose up on their left. The elves took them along the road until, crossing a great bridge, they came to the Gates of Lórien. They towered over the companions as if watching them with unseen eyes. Lanterns had been strung all around and the light given off felt warm on their skin. Haldir raised a hand and knocked upon the gate. He spoke a few words and the doors began to swing inwards. Frodo could make out no guard or sentry but the gates shut quickly behind them as they entered Caras Galadhon.
--
There were none as far as the travellers could see. No one seemed to be there at all- as if the city had bee deserted just suddenly, at their arrival. A tinkling of chimes flowed down to them and the singing grew louder as they moved down a winding lane. They climbed staircases that seemed to have grown out of the trees themselves and walked talans that appeared to be floating on the air. Sam held his breath and looked straight ahead.
After much walking, the Fellowship stepped onto a high platformed lawn. The singing was all around them now- a beautiful chiming melody that only the elves could create. Haldir stopped them in their tracks.
"The Lord and Lady wish to see you. Let Frodo follow I- and Legolas in turn. The rest of you may follow as you will. It is a steep climb and you may rest as often as you like."
They rose up to a long curving stairway that wound round and around an immense mallorn that dominated the city. Frodo followed in a trance. After so much darkness- so much peril, it was almost too unreal for all this loveliness. Spellbound, the company ascended up into the dark leaves and tiers of the elves. They did not speak for it seemed too peaceful and gentle to be broken by the harsh speech of the mortals.
Frodo stepped onto a wide clear lawn that was decorated with silver lamps and great coiled archways glimmering in the moonlight. At the end of the clearing towered a hall, large enough for the Men of the earth. But it seemed to be a different world entirely- up in the cold air amid the canopy of Caras Galadhon.
"Come, Frodo," Haldir said to him and the hobbit allowed himself to be led into the great chamber. Everywhere was light. It was his first thought and he gazed around in utter astonishment at the green-silver walls that swam like water before his eyes. At the back sat the very tree itself with many seats embedded into the ivory bark. Elves clustered on them, bowing at the entrance of the Ringbearer. And there, at the very highest point, sat the Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. Behind him, Frodo sensed Legolas bending down on one knee but for some reason; he could feel little love for these elves. Granted that he was in complete awe of their splendour and he marvelled at their fairness and grace but at that moment, he could not find a place for either in his heart. Any empty spaces were filled with grief. There were so many lost.
"Frodo Baggins of the Shire. You have come at last," the Lord said, bowing his head. Taking an unseen route, he and his lady walked down to face the little hobbit. They bowed low to him. "All here are eternally grateful for what you are doing. All the folk of Middle-Earth are in your debt."
"I've hardly completed my quest yet," Frodo replied sharply, bristling slightly. He was remembering Nimrodel singing in his ears. The falsehood of her words. Legolas put a restraining hand on his shoulder, reminding him who he was speaking to. But Galadriel smiled.
"We only speak as ones who do not doubt your victory."
~
Short, I know but I just needed to get the Fellowship there. Now the real trials begin for Frodo and the company...