I Peleth Gail o Undomiel
Chapter Eight - The Search Begins
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR, that wonderful priveledge belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and
associates - though I do wish that I could lay claim to that handsome Ranger... LOL.
Summary: When an unknown evil thratens the life of the fair Arwen with a poisonunknown to all,
those close to her must find a way to help her cope with the awful effects.
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update, and I know this may not be as long as we had all hoped,
but school is really cutting out of my writing time. Remember that speech I told ya all bout?
Well, I didn't place in the last contest, but the teach wants me to enter the next one that's
Thursday night! Just when I thought I'd be free of the damn thing, along comes another contest.
Just my luck.
Anywayz, I hope ya all enjoy this chapter, since you may have to wait a bit for the next one.
LOL. Sorry about that again.
Lord Elrond looked at the group of elves that stood before him. They were his best trackers, most
fiercesome fighters, and dearest friends. He had not explained the entire situation to them, only
that it was important that they find Aragorn and bring him back to Rivendell as quickly as
possible. If any persuasion was needed, they would tell him only that he was urgently needed by
Undomiel.
"Minyafeawen, I ask that you lead this party, for you are one that I have always trusted in
leadership Will you take on this burden?" Elron asked, turning to a dark haired woman near him.
She replied without hesistation, "I shall do whatever it may take to bring peace to the
Lady Evenstar."
Elrond looked to the others surrounding him and asked, "As say you all?"
The elves gazed upon their lord with great loyalty and exclaimed, "For the lady!"
~~~~~~~~~
After a few last words of parting, Elrond saw the party off. When at last they could no longer
be seen or heard, he spoke to the elf at his side.
"Maliya, I ask that you find Lady Celebythil as soon as you can. She may be found in the Houses
of Healing, but if not there then look to her family."
The young elf bowed saying, "Yes, my lord."
Elrond chuckled silently. "Young one, how often must I remind you that I prefer to leave behind
all formalities outside public functions."
His remark was rewarded with a wide grin. "Very often, my lord," she said before walking away. It
was a joke between the two that was often brought up.
Then wonderful stream of memories was interrupted by a sudden cry of anger tha pierced the clam
atmosphere that normally lay around the beautiful city of Imladris. The cry was followed by
another, though this time the voice was female where the other had been masculine and deep, and
it was not of anger but of fear.
The Lord of Rivendell ran in the direction of the voices, gaining speed with every step. He found
his way to the gardens that were near the edges of the forest that his daughter loved so much.
Arriving just as nearby guards did, his breath caught in his throat when he took in the scene
that lay before them.
~~~~~~~~~
Mekhar looked on in wonder at the skill his servant has proven to possess. It was just too bad
that he had to die for their cause. The best always did.
"I have gained my footing once again, young Evenstar, and I will not be thrown so easily next
time."
A/N: I know, I know, I'm bad. I just can't stand to leave you all without a nice lil cliffhanger
to keep ya guessin. I know you guys all wanna find out what they're looking so shocked at, and
believe me, it's good (or rather bad as the case may be), and I hope it will catch you all by
surprise. *grins evilly* I love my job!!!!!
March 4, 2002
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
Aryn Smoke@aol.com
LadyKat379@aol.com
Chapter Eight - The Search Begins
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR, that wonderful priveledge belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and
associates - though I do wish that I could lay claim to that handsome Ranger... LOL.
Summary: When an unknown evil thratens the life of the fair Arwen with a poisonunknown to all,
those close to her must find a way to help her cope with the awful effects.
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update, and I know this may not be as long as we had all hoped,
but school is really cutting out of my writing time. Remember that speech I told ya all bout?
Well, I didn't place in the last contest, but the teach wants me to enter the next one that's
Thursday night! Just when I thought I'd be free of the damn thing, along comes another contest.
Just my luck.
Anywayz, I hope ya all enjoy this chapter, since you may have to wait a bit for the next one.
LOL. Sorry about that again.
Lord Elrond looked at the group of elves that stood before him. They were his best trackers, most
fiercesome fighters, and dearest friends. He had not explained the entire situation to them, only
that it was important that they find Aragorn and bring him back to Rivendell as quickly as
possible. If any persuasion was needed, they would tell him only that he was urgently needed by
Undomiel.
"Minyafeawen, I ask that you lead this party, for you are one that I have always trusted in
leadership Will you take on this burden?" Elron asked, turning to a dark haired woman near him.
She replied without hesistation, "I shall do whatever it may take to bring peace to the
Lady Evenstar."
Elrond looked to the others surrounding him and asked, "As say you all?"
The elves gazed upon their lord with great loyalty and exclaimed, "For the lady!"
~~~~~~~~~
After a few last words of parting, Elrond saw the party off. When at last they could no longer
be seen or heard, he spoke to the elf at his side.
"Maliya, I ask that you find Lady Celebythil as soon as you can. She may be found in the Houses
of Healing, but if not there then look to her family."
The young elf bowed saying, "Yes, my lord."
Elrond chuckled silently. "Young one, how often must I remind you that I prefer to leave behind
all formalities outside public functions."
His remark was rewarded with a wide grin. "Very often, my lord," she said before walking away. It
was a joke between the two that was often brought up.
Then wonderful stream of memories was interrupted by a sudden cry of anger tha pierced the clam
atmosphere that normally lay around the beautiful city of Imladris. The cry was followed by
another, though this time the voice was female where the other had been masculine and deep, and
it was not of anger but of fear.
The Lord of Rivendell ran in the direction of the voices, gaining speed with every step. He found
his way to the gardens that were near the edges of the forest that his daughter loved so much.
Arriving just as nearby guards did, his breath caught in his throat when he took in the scene
that lay before them.
~~~~~~~~~
Mekhar looked on in wonder at the skill his servant has proven to possess. It was just too bad
that he had to die for their cause. The best always did.
"I have gained my footing once again, young Evenstar, and I will not be thrown so easily next
time."
A/N: I know, I know, I'm bad. I just can't stand to leave you all without a nice lil cliffhanger
to keep ya guessin. I know you guys all wanna find out what they're looking so shocked at, and
believe me, it's good (or rather bad as the case may be), and I hope it will catch you all by
surprise. *grins evilly* I love my job!!!!!
March 4, 2002
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
Aryn Smoke@aol.com
LadyKat379@aol.com