Chap 11 An Evil Reborn
Faer looked over the sea to Valinor. There her love was. She looked away, her heart was broken. Looking towards Middle Earth she that before returning she must fulfill her fate. Whether it was her doom or victory. Something was brewing in Middle Earth. A shadow had crept over the land. Whispers of a nameless evil, someone or something that seemed old and wise, but new and strong.
The evil she knew of. More power than the one ring on its masters hand and more deadly than a Balrog to an ant. The ship finally docked in the Grey Havens. Faer put all of her things on a saddle and flung it on to her horses back. "Stay out of trouble," Cirdan called out to her as she rode off into the woods.
"My fate is leading me into trouble. There is no way around it. Tell Legolas that I love him," called Faer and rode of into the morning.
She rode for hours, not even stopping for lunch. In the distance came sounds of bombs. The war had begun. Sighing, she stopped, ate some lembas, and fell asleep. In the morning she had a small snack and left. She knew time was pressing and she needed all the speed that she could get.
Faer pushed her horse to his limit. Celebel threw up his head in protest, but kept going. Finally she pulled him down to a trot. She was close to the ruins of Minas Tirith. The city had fallen and only its ruins remained.
"Such a great city. Come Celebel we will stay there for the night," she said.
Bombs could be seen a few hundred miles from the ancient city. Gun shots rang through the air. Faer rode through the gates and could swear she saw someone watching her. She made her way up to the kings final resting place.
Upon entering she went to Elessar's (Aragorn) final resting place. "I will fulfill what you set out to do. I only wish that we could have had time to form a fellowship, but time is sparse," she then stared to recite something, "All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that are strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be the blade that was broken: The crownless again shall be king. Sleep well great king."
(This poem is not mine, it is J.R.R. Tolkien's and I'm only borrowing it)
Faer then left and rode up to the citadel. She put Celebel in the old stables and went to an empty room. After a few hours she fell into elven dreams. She saw Legolas and ran towards him. "I love you, Greenleaf." she called out to him. He turned, his stunning dark blue eyes were sad.
"Come back. You will die if you stay," he said pleadingly.
"How do you know this? Who has told you."
"Galadriel has seen it, love."
"Galadriel lost her foresight when the one ring was destroyed. So I'm sorry, but I promised Aragorn that I would stay to the end. Manwe and the Valar are counting on me. I can't."
She woke, some how she knew that it wasn't Legolas speaking. She walked out. The breeze hit her and so did the smell of death. A red sun rose and she knew that it was her time. Flying down the stairs, she grabbed her sword and mounted Celebel. Turning she rode off towards Mordor.
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So what did you think. I have another story called The Savior. Please R&R that and this story. ( ( ( I finally got this chap up.
Faer looked over the sea to Valinor. There her love was. She looked away, her heart was broken. Looking towards Middle Earth she that before returning she must fulfill her fate. Whether it was her doom or victory. Something was brewing in Middle Earth. A shadow had crept over the land. Whispers of a nameless evil, someone or something that seemed old and wise, but new and strong.
The evil she knew of. More power than the one ring on its masters hand and more deadly than a Balrog to an ant. The ship finally docked in the Grey Havens. Faer put all of her things on a saddle and flung it on to her horses back. "Stay out of trouble," Cirdan called out to her as she rode off into the woods.
"My fate is leading me into trouble. There is no way around it. Tell Legolas that I love him," called Faer and rode of into the morning.
She rode for hours, not even stopping for lunch. In the distance came sounds of bombs. The war had begun. Sighing, she stopped, ate some lembas, and fell asleep. In the morning she had a small snack and left. She knew time was pressing and she needed all the speed that she could get.
Faer pushed her horse to his limit. Celebel threw up his head in protest, but kept going. Finally she pulled him down to a trot. She was close to the ruins of Minas Tirith. The city had fallen and only its ruins remained.
"Such a great city. Come Celebel we will stay there for the night," she said.
Bombs could be seen a few hundred miles from the ancient city. Gun shots rang through the air. Faer rode through the gates and could swear she saw someone watching her. She made her way up to the kings final resting place.
Upon entering she went to Elessar's (Aragorn) final resting place. "I will fulfill what you set out to do. I only wish that we could have had time to form a fellowship, but time is sparse," she then stared to recite something, "All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that are strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be the blade that was broken: The crownless again shall be king. Sleep well great king."
(This poem is not mine, it is J.R.R. Tolkien's and I'm only borrowing it)
Faer then left and rode up to the citadel. She put Celebel in the old stables and went to an empty room. After a few hours she fell into elven dreams. She saw Legolas and ran towards him. "I love you, Greenleaf." she called out to him. He turned, his stunning dark blue eyes were sad.
"Come back. You will die if you stay," he said pleadingly.
"How do you know this? Who has told you."
"Galadriel has seen it, love."
"Galadriel lost her foresight when the one ring was destroyed. So I'm sorry, but I promised Aragorn that I would stay to the end. Manwe and the Valar are counting on me. I can't."
She woke, some how she knew that it wasn't Legolas speaking. She walked out. The breeze hit her and so did the smell of death. A red sun rose and she knew that it was her time. Flying down the stairs, she grabbed her sword and mounted Celebel. Turning she rode off towards Mordor.
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So what did you think. I have another story called The Savior. Please R&R that and this story. ( ( ( I finally got this chap up.