She was tall and fair. Her limbs were white and her eyes showed great age
even if her face did not. The woman was clothed in a flowing emerald gown
with silver leaves woven on her long sleeves. Her hair was a river of gold
that fell to her hips. An emerald crown was placed upon her brow, and she
walked gracefully through Albus' dreams. She was Galadriel the Lady of the
Golden Wood.
* "I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae, a han noston ned 'wilith." Her voice was grave as she spoke and her eyes flashed.
"Tollen i lû, Mithrandir," Her eyes grew darker and her words more powerful as she spoke. "The Dark Lord rises and his armies grow. Even in the world of Wizards, the evil grows."
"What will you do when the Four are no longer here? Gryffindors are failing, Ravenclaws are fleeing, Hufflepuffs are scattered, and the Slytherins are fading." Galadriel bent her head, no longer did she look threatening or powerful; but tired and old. It was as if her long ages caught up with her and the light from her eyes went out. She sighed and looked at him with weary eyes of grief and despair.
"The time of the elves is over. Middle-earth's borders are forgotten and Lothlorien is becoming dark, evil is spreading. All you have are your wizards now." She looked back up and her radiance returned without ease.
"But you, Mithrandir. You can bear away your love for the mortal wizards to the Undying Lands. Idhren emmen menna gui ethwel. Hae o auth a nîr a naeth. Si bado, no círar," She said solemnly. "Unless you plan to fight the Dark Lord. To throw him off his dark throne and live forever in peace. It is not an easy task. You will need the knowledge of the elves even if there are too few of us."
"Now is your time to decide. Will you ask the elves for help? Will you risk telling all the wizards what has been forgotten? Will they believe you as they believed you before? Yes, I have heard the ill fate that happened the year before. I heard that your 'minister' took you for nothing but lies. Unhappy mortals." She spoke quietly but with strong distaste.
"The Slytherins will wait for you. We will wait no more than two months for you to decide. You know where to seek us," Galadriel turned and started out from the glade and deep into the forest, but before she left she turned and spoke. "Namarie, Gandalf the Gray." ++++ "Albus?" Minerva tapped him awake from his usual daze during dinner and stared at him intently.
"Yes, Minerva," He asked quickly.
"You fell asleep Albus," She said sternly. "If this is becoming a habit I suggest you talk with Madame Pomfrey and ask if she has anything that will sustain you through at least one meal."
"I am sorry but it seems my age has finally caught up with me." He smiled and gave a raspy little laugh before rising from his seat.
You speak in riddles Galadriel, of course you have always spoken in riddles, he mused to himself.
"Oh Professor!"
Albus turned slowly. Again, from his daze and saw a sixth year Ravenclaw rush toward him.
"Yes, Miss Chang?" He asked turning and stopping in his tracks.
"I was wondering if you will be at the next study group? You haven't been to one for a while," She looked at him with caring eyes, as a granddaughter to a grandfather. "Though I do understand that you are busy." She added quickly.
Ever since Albus had been a child the Ravenclaws always had a study group that was conducted every Wednesday night in the Library. It was usually good fun for the Ravenclaws now that Albus experienced them as Headmaster. They always would finish their work early and if Albus was present he would tell them new spells and charms that weren't taught in normal classes. Sometimes he'd tell them tales and different sorts of advice. They were like young children watching their elder. It was amusing how the Ravenclaws younger and a little older looked at him. He heard he was quite popular among the Ravenclaws, but Wednesday was two days from now; he needed that day.
"I am sorry Cho but not this week maybe another time." Albus said wearily.
"Oh, it's all right Professor. I understand and I'm sure everyone else will too." Cho said happily. Her face was bright and she waved to him leaving Albus alone.
Albus still felt weary but he turned and went slowly to his office.
Fawkes the Phoenix made a silent almost reassuring note of music and it lifted Albus' heart. He stroked the marvelous bird and sat down.
"Three for the Elven-Kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone, Nine for the mortal men doomed to die. One for the Dark Lord on his Dark throne In the land of Mordor where the shadow lie. One Ring to Rule them All, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. In the land of Mordor where the shadow lie."
He recited slowly and gravely. He turned to Fawkes.
"Are the wizards ready for this?" He asked the Phoenix with worry.
~*
Ah the infamous cliffhanger. Well I have a whole bunch of plot bunnies for HP/LotR crossovers and this is just the start.perhaps dear ElvenJedi who happens to be the Abhorsen of Hogwarts will not abandon this dear fic and perhaps dear ff.net will not delete it.*grumbles* Anyway, care for some translations? I'm not too good at Elvish so don't flame me! *Holds up fire proof shield*
* I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae, a han noston ned 'wilith. The world has changed, I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the air. Tollen i lû, Mithrandir It is time, Mithrandir. Idhren emmen menna gui ethwel. Hae o auth a nîr a naeth.
Si bado, no círar Go now, before it is too late. Namarie, Gandalf the Gray. Farewell, Gandalf the Gray. ~* Review! Well, please review. ^_^
HTML: If any of you caught that HTML error, sorry I'm not quite familiar with it. Maybe you could possibly of help on the HTML bit.Thanks!
* "I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae, a han noston ned 'wilith." Her voice was grave as she spoke and her eyes flashed.
"Tollen i lû, Mithrandir," Her eyes grew darker and her words more powerful as she spoke. "The Dark Lord rises and his armies grow. Even in the world of Wizards, the evil grows."
"What will you do when the Four are no longer here? Gryffindors are failing, Ravenclaws are fleeing, Hufflepuffs are scattered, and the Slytherins are fading." Galadriel bent her head, no longer did she look threatening or powerful; but tired and old. It was as if her long ages caught up with her and the light from her eyes went out. She sighed and looked at him with weary eyes of grief and despair.
"The time of the elves is over. Middle-earth's borders are forgotten and Lothlorien is becoming dark, evil is spreading. All you have are your wizards now." She looked back up and her radiance returned without ease.
"But you, Mithrandir. You can bear away your love for the mortal wizards to the Undying Lands. Idhren emmen menna gui ethwel. Hae o auth a nîr a naeth. Si bado, no círar," She said solemnly. "Unless you plan to fight the Dark Lord. To throw him off his dark throne and live forever in peace. It is not an easy task. You will need the knowledge of the elves even if there are too few of us."
"Now is your time to decide. Will you ask the elves for help? Will you risk telling all the wizards what has been forgotten? Will they believe you as they believed you before? Yes, I have heard the ill fate that happened the year before. I heard that your 'minister' took you for nothing but lies. Unhappy mortals." She spoke quietly but with strong distaste.
"The Slytherins will wait for you. We will wait no more than two months for you to decide. You know where to seek us," Galadriel turned and started out from the glade and deep into the forest, but before she left she turned and spoke. "Namarie, Gandalf the Gray." ++++ "Albus?" Minerva tapped him awake from his usual daze during dinner and stared at him intently.
"Yes, Minerva," He asked quickly.
"You fell asleep Albus," She said sternly. "If this is becoming a habit I suggest you talk with Madame Pomfrey and ask if she has anything that will sustain you through at least one meal."
"I am sorry but it seems my age has finally caught up with me." He smiled and gave a raspy little laugh before rising from his seat.
You speak in riddles Galadriel, of course you have always spoken in riddles, he mused to himself.
"Oh Professor!"
Albus turned slowly. Again, from his daze and saw a sixth year Ravenclaw rush toward him.
"Yes, Miss Chang?" He asked turning and stopping in his tracks.
"I was wondering if you will be at the next study group? You haven't been to one for a while," She looked at him with caring eyes, as a granddaughter to a grandfather. "Though I do understand that you are busy." She added quickly.
Ever since Albus had been a child the Ravenclaws always had a study group that was conducted every Wednesday night in the Library. It was usually good fun for the Ravenclaws now that Albus experienced them as Headmaster. They always would finish their work early and if Albus was present he would tell them new spells and charms that weren't taught in normal classes. Sometimes he'd tell them tales and different sorts of advice. They were like young children watching their elder. It was amusing how the Ravenclaws younger and a little older looked at him. He heard he was quite popular among the Ravenclaws, but Wednesday was two days from now; he needed that day.
"I am sorry Cho but not this week maybe another time." Albus said wearily.
"Oh, it's all right Professor. I understand and I'm sure everyone else will too." Cho said happily. Her face was bright and she waved to him leaving Albus alone.
Albus still felt weary but he turned and went slowly to his office.
Fawkes the Phoenix made a silent almost reassuring note of music and it lifted Albus' heart. He stroked the marvelous bird and sat down.
"Three for the Elven-Kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone, Nine for the mortal men doomed to die. One for the Dark Lord on his Dark throne In the land of Mordor where the shadow lie. One Ring to Rule them All, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. In the land of Mordor where the shadow lie."
He recited slowly and gravely. He turned to Fawkes.
"Are the wizards ready for this?" He asked the Phoenix with worry.
~*
Ah the infamous cliffhanger. Well I have a whole bunch of plot bunnies for HP/LotR crossovers and this is just the start.perhaps dear ElvenJedi who happens to be the Abhorsen of Hogwarts will not abandon this dear fic and perhaps dear ff.net will not delete it.*grumbles* Anyway, care for some translations? I'm not too good at Elvish so don't flame me! *Holds up fire proof shield*
* I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae, a han noston ned 'wilith. The world has changed, I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the air. Tollen i lû, Mithrandir It is time, Mithrandir. Idhren emmen menna gui ethwel. Hae o auth a nîr a naeth.
Si bado, no círar Go now, before it is too late. Namarie, Gandalf the Gray. Farewell, Gandalf the Gray. ~* Review! Well, please review. ^_^
HTML: If any of you caught that HTML error, sorry I'm not quite familiar with it. Maybe you could possibly of help on the HTML bit.Thanks!