AN: Sorry for the crappy first and second chapter. I promise I will put extra effort in these following chapters and possibly rewrite the first two chapters. So enjoy this chapter. More to come next week!
Chapter 3 : Ten Fathers
Boromir awoke early the following morning and requested an audience with the king. Luckily he was the first to request an audience, so he wouldn't have to wait a while for the king to call him up. Boromir had also brought Faramir along since he too had the dream. The two brother's waited outside the throne room patiently and waited for the king's aid to call them in.
"Lord Boromir. Lord Faramir," the aid announced as she stepped out of the throne room. "The king awaits your arrival. Please enter the chamber." The aid was a beautiful elf, dressed in white clothing and covered in rich jewelry. Her face was fair and her hair was a golden brown. Boromir had not noticed that this was the Queen until Faramir spoke.
"Good morning, your highness," he said.
"It is nice to see you once again, son's of Denethor," she smiled. "Seeing my husband's old friends warms my heart and the king's too."
She led the two through the doorway and to the throne where the king was seated.
"My dear friends," the king greeted. "It is good to see you again. What is it you wish to speak to me about?"
The two guests bowed before their king but were interrupted before they could finish the act.
The king waved a hand in the air. "Please drop the formalities," the king interrupted them "It is not necessary when you are among friends. Now tell me what it is you wish to speak to me about."
Boromir lifted himself back up from the incomplete bow. "In the few nights since my return," Boromir started. "I have dreamt such dreams that I do not know the meaning of. Strange and mysterious dreams that I feel, mean much more."
"What did you see in these dreams?" the king asked.
"I do not fully understand them, but I remember that I was in a heavenly like place where the Lord of Light dwells. I doubt you have heard of such a being, but he has spoken to me in these dreams, telling me of things to come, of destruction and of evil. But that is not all. Faramir received very similar dreams. I do not believe that this is just coincidence."
"I too, have had a similar dream," said the king.
"Then this is truly no coincidence," Boromir concluded. "Do you have any idea what they mean?"
"No," King Elessar admitted. "I have not the knowledge to interpret such a dream. This is something we must discuss with Gandalf."
"He may know what their true meaning may be," Faramir finally spoke.
"Then we must go now," suggested the king as he stepped out of his throne and walked towards the two men standing before him. "Follow me," he said. The Queen who had been watching from a distance approached her husband. "I will return soon my love," he whispered to her gently.
"And I will be waiting patiently until you return to me," she replied.
"Fear not. I shall not take too long," he gave her a kiss and walked towards he doorway. The two brothers followed their king outside the throne room and began their search for Gandalf.
Gandalf was often seen meditating outside the city walls surrounded by the earth's natural beauties. The three men found him not too far from the city in his usual meditative state by the trees. The air around the area had the sweet scent of wildflowers and the creatures of the forest surrounded Gandalf, watching him in wonderment. To Faramir, it almost looked like a scene from a fairy tale he once read. Gandalf's white staff stood leaning on a tree, unprotected. It could easily be stolen by any passerby if Gandalf wasn't watching over it and Faramir wondered why Gandalf would do such a careless thing.
"Gandalf!" Aragorn called out. The creatures around the white wizard began to scatter throughout the forest and the wizard's closed eyes began to open. He turned his body towards the three men standing behind him.
"Why do you not watch over your staff?" questioned Faramir, his eyes fixed on the staff sitting by the tree.
"It is nothing to worry about," Gandalf assured him, his gaze now moving towards the staff. "My staff has a mind of its own. It will defy any thief or any who wish to destroy it when the need arises. Now my friends," Gandalf tore his gaze from the staff and faced the three men. "What brings you to these parts?"
"We wish to speak to you about a certain matter," answered Aragorn as he approached the wizard.
Gandalf shut his eyes and searched Aragorn's thoughts. He sensed worry, concern, and a whole lot of stress probably caused by his new responsibilities as the new king of Gondor. He did not know what the cause of worry and concern was. "I sense something troubles you," he said as he opened his eyes.
"Yes Gandalf," Aragorn admitted. He sat down on the soft grassy area where Gandalf sat. "The three of us have received similar dreams, but we do not know what they mean. We came to you to see if you can help us find their meaning."
"I know what dreams you speak of," Gandalf said. His face was neutral, but the fear within him now began to grow. "I too have received such dreams. Dreams concerning a man in white foretelling of destruction, of evil and of the end of all that is pure and light." Gandalf looked towards the brothers. "These are not ordinary dreams my friends. They are messages."
"Messages?" said Boromir, a look of confusion could clearly be seen across his face. He moved from the spot where he stood and sat next to Aragorn. Faramir soon followed.
"Yes. Messages," Gandalf said again. "Messages from the Lord of Light himself. A being of great power. The wielder of the powers of light. I believe you have met him Boromir"
"Yes I believe I did," responded Boromir still a bit confused.
Gandalf looked to the younger of the two brothers who sat on his left. "Faramir, do you know of a battle that took place called 'The War of the Light'?" Gandalf believed that Faramir had the information they needed considering Faramir read almost every book in every library that was located in his city.
"I have read of such a battle," Faramir answered. "Many years ago. Though there is not much known about it. I only know of why the battle was fought and the people involved."
"What you know will be of great use to us," Gandalf assured him.
Faramir took a deep breath and the three men now turned their heads towards Faramir as he began to tell the story. "I read a book called 'The Heart of Darkness not too long ago. It contains records of battles fought that have never reached the ears of many beings here on earth. Some battles are insignificant, but there was one battle that seemed to interest me the most. It took place when the world had hardly been created and an argument between the forces of good and evil took place. They argued over who would have the most power and influence over every being on earth." Faramir paused and sighed deeply. He was trying to remember each and every detail of the battle. "The two forces fought a great battle in the heavens. This was not a war between many people, for only two beings fought in this war. For the light a man called 'The Lord of Light' fought to preserve all that was good on earth. For the darkness a being called 'The Banisher of Light' defended the right to spread evil throughout the earth. The fight was long and it seemed that neither side was going to emerge victorious. But in the end the light triumphed over the darkness with the help of ten powerful talismans; talismans that had the power to enhance ones abilities. I do not know what items were used. The book never mentioned what they were."
"We do not need that information at the moment," Gandalf told him. "Please continue."
"The Lord of Light's strength was spent and he was weakened," Faramir continued. "The heavens grew calm and darkness was defeated. The Banisher of Light was then exiled to a faraway corner of the earth where escape was nearly impossible and far from the reach of any being. But before his exile he vowed he would return and take back the position that he truly felt belonged to him."
"Is that all?" Aragorn asked.
"No," replied Faramir. "There is more. He has accomplished much in these times of his exile. The Banisher of Light gathered many servants and spies, all working to assure his return into our world. He seduced ten elves with his dark powers, turning them into the very first orcs. They were called the 'Father Orcs', for they are how the orcs first came to be. But they are not like the orcs commonly seen in the present day. They are more intelligent, less foul, and carried all the good traits of the elves. Their offspring were less pleasing, less useful, uglier and they multiplied like flies, infesting all the regions of the earth. Ashamed, their father's completely ignored their disgusting children and only used them as a small distraction for far greater things to come." Those last few words reminded Faramir of the relationship he had with his father. His eyes strayed downwards and Boromir looked at him with worry and concern.
"Please tell us about the father orcs Faramir," Gandalf interrupted. He combed back his silvery white hair with his hands and then looked back at Faramir.
"As I said before," Faramir continued. "There are ten of them. Little is known about the father orcs, but to many they were well known for their great skills and their ranks as the greatest warriors among the elves. One of them excelled with the sword. Another one was a powerful spell caster. Two were the greatest archers in elvish history. Another two were legendary knife fighters. And there was another elf who relied on his muscular build and strength to overpower his adversaries and another one who depended on stealth and speed to overwhelm any who stood in his way. The last two were greatly depended on. One of them was an ingenious trap master and the other one was a master of both the sword and bow." Faramir paused and sighed once again. He grew tired of telling the story, but this was important and every detail was significant.
Sensing that Faramir did not want to continue, he interrupted him. "That is all we need to know," Gandalf said. "Thank you very much Faramir."
"I have not heard of such a tale," said Aragorn. He then stood up to stretch, for the story that was just told was long and his body wished to move. The other three men also did the same thing. "The elves have no history of such beings."
"Indeed that is true, Gandalf agreed. He began to walk towards the tree where his staff lie and then took the staff when it was within grasp. "The only elf who might know of such an event is the Lady Galadriel. She is the Lady of Light and kin to the Lord of Light in many ways."
"We can no longer ask aid from her," said Aragorn. "She no longer walks these lands."
"Then we must only rely on the knowledge we have," Boromir finally said after being quiet for such a long time.
Gandalf turned around, his staff now in the safety of his hands. "The former fellowship of the ring was mentioned in each of your dreams, is that correct?" he asked them.
"Yes," answered Boromir. "It was mentioned in both mine and Faramir's dream."
"Then we must gather those of us who are not present at the moment," Gandalf suggested. "Only then may we further discuss the situation."
"Then I shall have messengers send word to the remaining members who are not present," Aragorn said. He turned away from them and walked towards the direction of the city. "I shall return to the city and prepare all that is necessary."
Chapter 3 : Ten Fathers
Boromir awoke early the following morning and requested an audience with the king. Luckily he was the first to request an audience, so he wouldn't have to wait a while for the king to call him up. Boromir had also brought Faramir along since he too had the dream. The two brother's waited outside the throne room patiently and waited for the king's aid to call them in.
"Lord Boromir. Lord Faramir," the aid announced as she stepped out of the throne room. "The king awaits your arrival. Please enter the chamber." The aid was a beautiful elf, dressed in white clothing and covered in rich jewelry. Her face was fair and her hair was a golden brown. Boromir had not noticed that this was the Queen until Faramir spoke.
"Good morning, your highness," he said.
"It is nice to see you once again, son's of Denethor," she smiled. "Seeing my husband's old friends warms my heart and the king's too."
She led the two through the doorway and to the throne where the king was seated.
"My dear friends," the king greeted. "It is good to see you again. What is it you wish to speak to me about?"
The two guests bowed before their king but were interrupted before they could finish the act.
The king waved a hand in the air. "Please drop the formalities," the king interrupted them "It is not necessary when you are among friends. Now tell me what it is you wish to speak to me about."
Boromir lifted himself back up from the incomplete bow. "In the few nights since my return," Boromir started. "I have dreamt such dreams that I do not know the meaning of. Strange and mysterious dreams that I feel, mean much more."
"What did you see in these dreams?" the king asked.
"I do not fully understand them, but I remember that I was in a heavenly like place where the Lord of Light dwells. I doubt you have heard of such a being, but he has spoken to me in these dreams, telling me of things to come, of destruction and of evil. But that is not all. Faramir received very similar dreams. I do not believe that this is just coincidence."
"I too, have had a similar dream," said the king.
"Then this is truly no coincidence," Boromir concluded. "Do you have any idea what they mean?"
"No," King Elessar admitted. "I have not the knowledge to interpret such a dream. This is something we must discuss with Gandalf."
"He may know what their true meaning may be," Faramir finally spoke.
"Then we must go now," suggested the king as he stepped out of his throne and walked towards the two men standing before him. "Follow me," he said. The Queen who had been watching from a distance approached her husband. "I will return soon my love," he whispered to her gently.
"And I will be waiting patiently until you return to me," she replied.
"Fear not. I shall not take too long," he gave her a kiss and walked towards he doorway. The two brothers followed their king outside the throne room and began their search for Gandalf.
Gandalf was often seen meditating outside the city walls surrounded by the earth's natural beauties. The three men found him not too far from the city in his usual meditative state by the trees. The air around the area had the sweet scent of wildflowers and the creatures of the forest surrounded Gandalf, watching him in wonderment. To Faramir, it almost looked like a scene from a fairy tale he once read. Gandalf's white staff stood leaning on a tree, unprotected. It could easily be stolen by any passerby if Gandalf wasn't watching over it and Faramir wondered why Gandalf would do such a careless thing.
"Gandalf!" Aragorn called out. The creatures around the white wizard began to scatter throughout the forest and the wizard's closed eyes began to open. He turned his body towards the three men standing behind him.
"Why do you not watch over your staff?" questioned Faramir, his eyes fixed on the staff sitting by the tree.
"It is nothing to worry about," Gandalf assured him, his gaze now moving towards the staff. "My staff has a mind of its own. It will defy any thief or any who wish to destroy it when the need arises. Now my friends," Gandalf tore his gaze from the staff and faced the three men. "What brings you to these parts?"
"We wish to speak to you about a certain matter," answered Aragorn as he approached the wizard.
Gandalf shut his eyes and searched Aragorn's thoughts. He sensed worry, concern, and a whole lot of stress probably caused by his new responsibilities as the new king of Gondor. He did not know what the cause of worry and concern was. "I sense something troubles you," he said as he opened his eyes.
"Yes Gandalf," Aragorn admitted. He sat down on the soft grassy area where Gandalf sat. "The three of us have received similar dreams, but we do not know what they mean. We came to you to see if you can help us find their meaning."
"I know what dreams you speak of," Gandalf said. His face was neutral, but the fear within him now began to grow. "I too have received such dreams. Dreams concerning a man in white foretelling of destruction, of evil and of the end of all that is pure and light." Gandalf looked towards the brothers. "These are not ordinary dreams my friends. They are messages."
"Messages?" said Boromir, a look of confusion could clearly be seen across his face. He moved from the spot where he stood and sat next to Aragorn. Faramir soon followed.
"Yes. Messages," Gandalf said again. "Messages from the Lord of Light himself. A being of great power. The wielder of the powers of light. I believe you have met him Boromir"
"Yes I believe I did," responded Boromir still a bit confused.
Gandalf looked to the younger of the two brothers who sat on his left. "Faramir, do you know of a battle that took place called 'The War of the Light'?" Gandalf believed that Faramir had the information they needed considering Faramir read almost every book in every library that was located in his city.
"I have read of such a battle," Faramir answered. "Many years ago. Though there is not much known about it. I only know of why the battle was fought and the people involved."
"What you know will be of great use to us," Gandalf assured him.
Faramir took a deep breath and the three men now turned their heads towards Faramir as he began to tell the story. "I read a book called 'The Heart of Darkness not too long ago. It contains records of battles fought that have never reached the ears of many beings here on earth. Some battles are insignificant, but there was one battle that seemed to interest me the most. It took place when the world had hardly been created and an argument between the forces of good and evil took place. They argued over who would have the most power and influence over every being on earth." Faramir paused and sighed deeply. He was trying to remember each and every detail of the battle. "The two forces fought a great battle in the heavens. This was not a war between many people, for only two beings fought in this war. For the light a man called 'The Lord of Light' fought to preserve all that was good on earth. For the darkness a being called 'The Banisher of Light' defended the right to spread evil throughout the earth. The fight was long and it seemed that neither side was going to emerge victorious. But in the end the light triumphed over the darkness with the help of ten powerful talismans; talismans that had the power to enhance ones abilities. I do not know what items were used. The book never mentioned what they were."
"We do not need that information at the moment," Gandalf told him. "Please continue."
"The Lord of Light's strength was spent and he was weakened," Faramir continued. "The heavens grew calm and darkness was defeated. The Banisher of Light was then exiled to a faraway corner of the earth where escape was nearly impossible and far from the reach of any being. But before his exile he vowed he would return and take back the position that he truly felt belonged to him."
"Is that all?" Aragorn asked.
"No," replied Faramir. "There is more. He has accomplished much in these times of his exile. The Banisher of Light gathered many servants and spies, all working to assure his return into our world. He seduced ten elves with his dark powers, turning them into the very first orcs. They were called the 'Father Orcs', for they are how the orcs first came to be. But they are not like the orcs commonly seen in the present day. They are more intelligent, less foul, and carried all the good traits of the elves. Their offspring were less pleasing, less useful, uglier and they multiplied like flies, infesting all the regions of the earth. Ashamed, their father's completely ignored their disgusting children and only used them as a small distraction for far greater things to come." Those last few words reminded Faramir of the relationship he had with his father. His eyes strayed downwards and Boromir looked at him with worry and concern.
"Please tell us about the father orcs Faramir," Gandalf interrupted. He combed back his silvery white hair with his hands and then looked back at Faramir.
"As I said before," Faramir continued. "There are ten of them. Little is known about the father orcs, but to many they were well known for their great skills and their ranks as the greatest warriors among the elves. One of them excelled with the sword. Another one was a powerful spell caster. Two were the greatest archers in elvish history. Another two were legendary knife fighters. And there was another elf who relied on his muscular build and strength to overpower his adversaries and another one who depended on stealth and speed to overwhelm any who stood in his way. The last two were greatly depended on. One of them was an ingenious trap master and the other one was a master of both the sword and bow." Faramir paused and sighed once again. He grew tired of telling the story, but this was important and every detail was significant.
Sensing that Faramir did not want to continue, he interrupted him. "That is all we need to know," Gandalf said. "Thank you very much Faramir."
"I have not heard of such a tale," said Aragorn. He then stood up to stretch, for the story that was just told was long and his body wished to move. The other three men also did the same thing. "The elves have no history of such beings."
"Indeed that is true, Gandalf agreed. He began to walk towards the tree where his staff lie and then took the staff when it was within grasp. "The only elf who might know of such an event is the Lady Galadriel. She is the Lady of Light and kin to the Lord of Light in many ways."
"We can no longer ask aid from her," said Aragorn. "She no longer walks these lands."
"Then we must only rely on the knowledge we have," Boromir finally said after being quiet for such a long time.
Gandalf turned around, his staff now in the safety of his hands. "The former fellowship of the ring was mentioned in each of your dreams, is that correct?" he asked them.
"Yes," answered Boromir. "It was mentioned in both mine and Faramir's dream."
"Then we must gather those of us who are not present at the moment," Gandalf suggested. "Only then may we further discuss the situation."
"Then I shall have messengers send word to the remaining members who are not present," Aragorn said. He turned away from them and walked towards the direction of the city. "I shall return to the city and prepare all that is necessary."