Sacred Smoke and a Ring Bearer
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own Middle-Earth. Never did and most likely never will.
Days flew by in the
Elven home.
Wounds of emotion
Healed to nothingness,
And happiness returned.
Yet a danger she could sense
From the Fair Lands and
Anduin the Great River...
Chapter 2
*~
"Smokey, help me!!" Smeagol cried.
She shot to her hooves, startled. Sacred Smoke started forward to help him and found herself caught in sticky, slurry mud. "Smeagol, don't let darkness take you!" The huntress struggled in an attempt to come to his aid. Smeagol faded away and a golden wood filled her vision. "Nanar?"
A voice floated through the trees. "Peace, Tinuviel. Your friend is not yet lost. It is the Ring of Power you fear. The Ring Bearer will need your help to flee the fair lands. Accompany him to his destination."
~*
Sacred Smoke woke sharply, startled. "Easy Tinuviel." Arwen commanded as she came into the room. "What could've startled you out of sleep?"
"It was only a dream." She settled back into bed. During her visit, her emotional wounds had healed. Now, nearly a month later, someone spoke of the Ring of Power in her dreams. "I'll be all right, Arwen."
She nodded and left her friend to sleep. Morning's light woke her once more. Sacred Smoke set out after she had breakfast with them. Her wolfish lope carried her away from Imladris and to the Fair Lands. She continued to lope through the deep summer green grasses that were tall with their growth. Around midday, the sound of someone collapsing caught her attention. Falling into a walk, she approached the fallen one. "Smeagol!" She was very startled to see her friend so far from his home.
"Smokey!" He leapt to his feet and hugged her tightly. "I must leave." Smeagol sounded depressed and very forlorn. Those who had been his family had turned him away from themselves and the great river Anduin. This far he had made it on the side of the mountains she'd found him on.
She placed her hand on his shoulder to gain his attention. "I will accompany you. Smeagol, you are my friend and I won't leave you helpless." She curled up her satiny gray legs and lay on the ground. "Get on; I won't let you fall."
Hesitantly, he sat on her back. Sacred Smoke rose to her hooves and took off into her wolfish lope once again. Her hooves took them in the directin that Smeagol subconsciously indicated. "We heard about what happened." The sorrow that laced his tone was as deep as the sorrow she had felt when she saw them fall.
"Peace. They know you haven't forgotten them." Her easy strides carried them towards the mountains that loomed on the other side of Rivendell. A deep, dark power was with her friend and she carried it with him. She struggled to keep herself from shuddering. From deep within her heart came a song that poured from her like water over the falls.
"Travelling over grasslands green
Came a hobbit yet unseen.
Borne by him a Ring of Power
To the forests of deep green.
Near the border of forest lands,
He met his friend, huntress born.
Together they went to Mountains Misty,
To hide the Ring of Power.
Friends that are true they are;
A power greater than the Ring!"
Deep within his subconscious mind, a split began. Sacred Smoke was partially Maia, and the power in her song would preserve Smeagol when Gollum became reality. Dusk fell, prompting them to stop and make camp. As the fire was started and supper was started they began to quiz eachother.
"It always runs but never walks, flowing from a mouth that never talks." Smeagol chanted.
"A river." Sacred Smoke replied without a blink. He always used that one. "Without words it sings, in trees it lives. Clouds are its friends and from dusk came its name."
He blinked. From dusk came its name? Sings without words? What? "A nightingale." He guessed at a length.
She nodded, smiling. She turned the rabbit on the spit while listening quietly.
"Speed is its forte, talons of steel, it knows the wind and flies far."
He could see her thinking. "A falcon." She stated. "In darkness it glitters, shines like a gem to all who see."
"Stars!" He cried.
Her nod confirmed his answer as she served the dinner they had made. As he lay there in an attempt to sleep, Sacred Smoke hummed softly, a lullaby that she had known since early in her childhood days. The elven music soothed her troubled mind and brought peace enough to Smeagol to allow him to sleep.
The huntress was alerted to a presence behind her. She gracefully rose to her hooves and turned. "N-nanar?" She had never expected to see him, of all spirits.
"Be at peace, young huntress." A slight smile came to him. "Prairie Song was right about what I should've done. But now it cannot be. I tell you this before I go back to the Halls: Keep him in your friendship, for that will preserve him for many years to come."
Isildur vanished back into the night, leaving a confused huntress and a sleeping hobbit.
Finally, she was relaxed enough to find the music within again. And what came from her was different than what she'd sang earlier.
"From the great River Anduin,
Came a darkness of times long past.
A hobbit now carries it, to an
End yet unknown.
Friendship I will keep with him;
A power greater than the other.
Now as we cross through Wilder Lands,
I take him deep to the Mountains Misty.
Him I shall see no more in this life,
Less it be in the Halls were all souls
Wait.
Yet long will he hold this darkness,
And after death will be recovery.
One long in years with a Gem."
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own Middle-Earth. Never did and most likely never will.
Days flew by in the
Elven home.
Wounds of emotion
Healed to nothingness,
And happiness returned.
Yet a danger she could sense
From the Fair Lands and
Anduin the Great River...
Chapter 2
*~
"Smokey, help me!!" Smeagol cried.
She shot to her hooves, startled. Sacred Smoke started forward to help him and found herself caught in sticky, slurry mud. "Smeagol, don't let darkness take you!" The huntress struggled in an attempt to come to his aid. Smeagol faded away and a golden wood filled her vision. "Nanar?"
A voice floated through the trees. "Peace, Tinuviel. Your friend is not yet lost. It is the Ring of Power you fear. The Ring Bearer will need your help to flee the fair lands. Accompany him to his destination."
~*
Sacred Smoke woke sharply, startled. "Easy Tinuviel." Arwen commanded as she came into the room. "What could've startled you out of sleep?"
"It was only a dream." She settled back into bed. During her visit, her emotional wounds had healed. Now, nearly a month later, someone spoke of the Ring of Power in her dreams. "I'll be all right, Arwen."
She nodded and left her friend to sleep. Morning's light woke her once more. Sacred Smoke set out after she had breakfast with them. Her wolfish lope carried her away from Imladris and to the Fair Lands. She continued to lope through the deep summer green grasses that were tall with their growth. Around midday, the sound of someone collapsing caught her attention. Falling into a walk, she approached the fallen one. "Smeagol!" She was very startled to see her friend so far from his home.
"Smokey!" He leapt to his feet and hugged her tightly. "I must leave." Smeagol sounded depressed and very forlorn. Those who had been his family had turned him away from themselves and the great river Anduin. This far he had made it on the side of the mountains she'd found him on.
She placed her hand on his shoulder to gain his attention. "I will accompany you. Smeagol, you are my friend and I won't leave you helpless." She curled up her satiny gray legs and lay on the ground. "Get on; I won't let you fall."
Hesitantly, he sat on her back. Sacred Smoke rose to her hooves and took off into her wolfish lope once again. Her hooves took them in the directin that Smeagol subconsciously indicated. "We heard about what happened." The sorrow that laced his tone was as deep as the sorrow she had felt when she saw them fall.
"Peace. They know you haven't forgotten them." Her easy strides carried them towards the mountains that loomed on the other side of Rivendell. A deep, dark power was with her friend and she carried it with him. She struggled to keep herself from shuddering. From deep within her heart came a song that poured from her like water over the falls.
"Travelling over grasslands green
Came a hobbit yet unseen.
Borne by him a Ring of Power
To the forests of deep green.
Near the border of forest lands,
He met his friend, huntress born.
Together they went to Mountains Misty,
To hide the Ring of Power.
Friends that are true they are;
A power greater than the Ring!"
Deep within his subconscious mind, a split began. Sacred Smoke was partially Maia, and the power in her song would preserve Smeagol when Gollum became reality. Dusk fell, prompting them to stop and make camp. As the fire was started and supper was started they began to quiz eachother.
"It always runs but never walks, flowing from a mouth that never talks." Smeagol chanted.
"A river." Sacred Smoke replied without a blink. He always used that one. "Without words it sings, in trees it lives. Clouds are its friends and from dusk came its name."
He blinked. From dusk came its name? Sings without words? What? "A nightingale." He guessed at a length.
She nodded, smiling. She turned the rabbit on the spit while listening quietly.
"Speed is its forte, talons of steel, it knows the wind and flies far."
He could see her thinking. "A falcon." She stated. "In darkness it glitters, shines like a gem to all who see."
"Stars!" He cried.
Her nod confirmed his answer as she served the dinner they had made. As he lay there in an attempt to sleep, Sacred Smoke hummed softly, a lullaby that she had known since early in her childhood days. The elven music soothed her troubled mind and brought peace enough to Smeagol to allow him to sleep.
The huntress was alerted to a presence behind her. She gracefully rose to her hooves and turned. "N-nanar?" She had never expected to see him, of all spirits.
"Be at peace, young huntress." A slight smile came to him. "Prairie Song was right about what I should've done. But now it cannot be. I tell you this before I go back to the Halls: Keep him in your friendship, for that will preserve him for many years to come."
Isildur vanished back into the night, leaving a confused huntress and a sleeping hobbit.
Finally, she was relaxed enough to find the music within again. And what came from her was different than what she'd sang earlier.
"From the great River Anduin,
Came a darkness of times long past.
A hobbit now carries it, to an
End yet unknown.
Friendship I will keep with him;
A power greater than the other.
Now as we cross through Wilder Lands,
I take him deep to the Mountains Misty.
Him I shall see no more in this life,
Less it be in the Halls were all souls
Wait.
Yet long will he hold this darkness,
And after death will be recovery.
One long in years with a Gem."