(A/N- Okay, okay, I know. My little convo with Galadriel was soooooo not realistic. But it was hard…doesn't that count for anything in this world? Don't even answer that. Sry it took so long to write this. At the insistence of my reviewer (*Cough* Lily *Cough* Stella *Cough*) I have made this chappie longer. Well, actually, they are all gonna be longer now. I needed to do that cuz otherwise this story would have to have 100 chapters (Yuck!) or be split into three different stories (Double yuck!), so this was the only option left. Yeah. I tried to fix Galadriel, so pleeze, forgive me if she sux. Oh, and thanx to:
Lilyflower8602
Lady of Stars
Lady Elf
They reviewed! YEAH!!! Hehe. Well, chappie title=May the wind fill your sails. Yeah. U'll understand why. R+R!!!!!
~Lady Arabella Sedai)
Chapter 24- Aa' i'sul nora lanne'lle"Nilseregwen? What were you talking to Galadriel about?" asked Arwen as we started the long descent to our chambers.
"Oh, nothing."
"Really?"
"What do you think?"
"Well I thin―" Arwen was cut off by a huge shrieking noise coming from the West. I turned around and ran back up. I turned westward, leaning against the thin railing. In the distance I could see smoke rising along the border of Lothlorien.
"What is it?" I gasped.
"It is a large band of Orcs from Moria. I saw it in my Mirror," spoke Galadriel from behind us. None of the playfulness she had revealed before entered her voice. "It has been long since Orcs last attacked us. That was before you were born."
I arched my eyebrow in question. They hadn't been attacked in over 2372 years? But then again, I hadn't lived in Lothlorien long enough to really know it's history. Only a few hundred years or so, which wasn't that long for an elf.
"Well, are we going to fight them or not?" asked Arwen.
"Your instructions, my lady?" panted Haldir, appearing on the top of the stairs behind us.
"Prepare to defend Lothlorien. Send out the scouts to attack them on their way here. I have to set up our magical defenses. Go talk to Celeborn for further instructions."
"Yes my lady," he responded solemnly. He almost fell in his haste to get down the stairs, and then blushed as Arwen and I giggled.
"I guess I should help out with the defenses too," I grumbled. Yeah, I had Elf Sleep, but I still was tired. "What do you need me to do?"
"Talk to Celeborn. I must get on with my duties." With that, Galadriel glided away, starting to sing under her breath.
"Well, shall we go find Celeborn?" asked Arwen.
"You bet."
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"Why did we have to find Celeborn?" I moaned.
"I don't know," Arwen groaned.
We were sitting on top of the great wall that surrounded Lothlorien. Celeborn had told us, after he had posted us there, that we would probably see no action.
"Fuck him!" I exclaimed. An archer standing next to us dropped her arrow with a start. I glared at her until she stopped staring at me.
"When Father hears about this…" Arwen fumed.
"Um, Arwen?" I said.
"What?"
"Um, your father didn't know you were going to go on this journey, and would probably thank Celeborn."
"Oh. I forgot."
"No kidding."
"How lo―" Arwen was cut off once again as the archer who I had glared at fell off the wall screaming, an arrow in her forehead.
"Yrch (T- Orcs!)!" I yelled. "Hado i philinn! Hado i philinn! Tangado haid a leithio i philinn (T- Hurl the arrows! Fire! (Those two r one and the same) Hold your positions and fire the arrows!)!"
"Nedin dagor hen ú-erir otheri (T- They cannot win this fight)," muttered Arwen.
"Ya (T- Who?)?"
"Yrch, hodoer (Orcs, wise one!)!" she replied sarcastically.
"Well, sorry…"
"You two!" yelled an important looking elf wearing the leaf of Lothlorien on his helmet. "Can you heal?"
"I can!" yelled Arwen quickly, motioning to me that she'd to it.
"Bitch," I muttered.
"Don't you have something you should be doing?" the elf, no, there were three gold bands of rank on his sleeve, the captain from Lothlorien asked. I glanced at my own triple armband of purple, signifying that I was a mage of Tel'Arator en Gothwin (T- The Guild of the Female Warrior (A/N- I made that up. I should probably explain the bands junk. Okay, there are 11 different color armbands that are in use. There is grey, for the Grey Company (Don't ask), gold for Lothlorien, silver for Rivendell, green for Mirkwood, Orange for a mage/warrior (There are other spells that about 1/25 of the elvish population can perform that true mages, the word for mages like Arwen and Nilseregwen, can't use. So there are other mages.), blue for Tel'Arator en Gothrim (T- The Guild of the Female Warrior. Pleeze remember that! And this is for non-mages, the blue), purple for Tel'Arator en Gothrim mages, red for Men, brown for Dwarfs, and yellow for the few Hobbits that fight. Then there is the number of armbands. There are four levels, thus you're able to get a maximum of four armbands, and a minimum of one. The levels are for one, private. For two, lieutenant. For three, captain. For four, commander. So I hope that clears everything up…) and a captain. Those armbands were helpful, but got kind of annoying.
"Um…no?" I drawled.
"Well, then I call on your duty as a member of the Elvish world…" I tuned him out as he went through the ancient call-to-arms. The whole reason it had been discontinued was it took too long.
Suddenly, Aragorn can running, shouting, "Prepare to leave, and come to the riverbank of the Anduin!"
"Oh, I'm soooooo sorry," I drawled. "I'm very much afraid I must depart." I set off at a sprint, stopping only to drag Arwen along too.
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We stood not long after, along with the rest of our Fellowship. We had been granted five boats to use, and one personal gift each. I was next. She had given everything to everyone else, but, of course, I was last. Finally, she glided over. I bowed my head as she carefully set an orient band of silver stars over my brows. And she handed me a ring, set with a grey, swirling stone.
"I give you the Ring of the duurion (T- Dark Elf (A/N- Okay, yes, I know, the Dark Elves weren't necessarily creatures of Sauron. I just made that up. For what they really were, read the Silmarillion…if you can…). It was crafted to alert them when their Orc allies approached. When the drew near, it turned black. The closer, the darker. I also give you this crown, made especially for you. We began crafting it when you left, and now it is finished. May these two gifts help you weather the storms of this journey."
"Diola lle (T- Thank you (I do hope you recognize this by now…))," I murmered solemnly.
"Now go. May your journey be looked upon with favor by Valar," she said, turning to the rest of the group.
As we clambered into the boats, I could hear the Lady singing (A/N- This song comes directly out of the books, from page 424 of The Fellowship of the Ring. It belongs to Tolkien. Sry about the translation!):
Ai! Laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
Mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
Nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
Ómaryo airetári-lírinen.
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An sí Tintallë Varda Oilossëo
Ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë,
Ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
Ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!
(T- Ah! Like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
Long years numberless as the wings of trees!
(Last 5 lines of 1st stanza) The years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly.
Who shall refill the cup for me?
(First 2 lines of the 2nd big paragraph) For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds,
and all the paths were drowned deep in shadow;
and our of a grey country darkness
lies on the foaming waves between us, and mist
covers the jewels of Calacirya forever.
Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!
Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar.
Maybe even though shall find it. Farewell!)
"What does it mean? What does it mean?" rumbled Gimli.
"I have not the heart to tell you," murmered Legolas quietly.
And so, on that note, we slowly paddled out of Lothlorien, and back onto the road to Mordor.
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Okay, I have to give credit to a few people. One, to Robert Jordan. His books gave me the idea of the ranks, etc. Next, to Tamora Pierce, whose books had several magics, and gave me the idea to do the same. Also, to J. R. R. Tolkien, who wrote the books. Without him, I wouldn't be writing this. Also, to Seat of Kings and Grey Company, among others, from where I found my elvish. And also, to my friends Zelda, Lily, Stella, Vana, and Chrissy, who have been bugging me to write longer chapters. Well, I did that, didn't I? Obviously, since it doesn't take a minute to write chapters, I'm not gonna get a new one up soon. So namaarie!
~Lady Arabella Sedai
PS- If u don't know what namaarie means, go look it up. I've only used it tons of time b/4 in this story…*hint hint…*