The Dark Gift - Chapter 1
Led by Haldir, the Fellowship made their way to the hidden flat in the tree tops, where they were to be greeted by the Galadriel. The loss of Gandalf still fresh in their minds made them weary with grief.
Among those who greeted them before their audience with The Lord and Lady of Lothlorien was a hooded figure standing in the shadows to the side of the great staircase. As the remaining members of the fellowship took their places at the foot of the staircase, Legolas the Elvin representative in this company, let his blue eyes fall on the hooded figure. It seemed to be out of place dressed in a black clock that covered the entire body of entity, standing amongst the lighter colours of the Lorien Elves.
The bright glow of Galadriel held all gazes as she descended to greet the Fellowship, hand in hand with Celeborn, who spoke first. But as he spoke Legolas unknowingly let his gaze fall on the hooded figure once more who's head was now slightly raised to his and he felt a strange power flowing from that figure and a calming darkness crept into his mind and he felt his grief lift slightly.
His attention was diverted when he felt another presence enter his head, Galadriel; she was reading his thoughts on events just passed.
'Has fallen into shadow' The Lady of Light spoke this out voicing his memories, 'He was taken by Shadow and Flame, a Balrog of Morgoth, for we went needlessly into the net of Moria' it was Legolas's turn to voice his own memories, and a scolding was received by Galadriel in voice and in mind.
When he felt her presence leave his mind, his eyes closed and his head dropped weary from sorrow and grief. But the aura of the figure he could still feel, watching him.
***** Morianna's POV
Standing a little way back from the rest of her kin in the Lorien, she let her self ignore the group of strange travellers, a mixed group, Men, Hobbits, a Dwarf and an Elf. The Elf caught her attention, as she searched their minds secretly had never before had she felt an Elf with such grief in his heart, with encouragement from her mother, the Lady Galadriel, Morianna sent a calming wave into the wood Elf's troubled mind.
The Black lady found herself staying longer in the Elf's mind than she thought she would because she found his soul mesmerising. But she was forced to leave when her mother used her greater power to gather information on passed events. All the time though she could feel the visiting Elf's gaze on her and realised, and knew that, as she always did, she stood out among her kindred, in her clock of black among the lighter coloured clothing of her fellow Lothlorien Elves.
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Galadriel finally bid them permission to rest in the safety of the Lorien, much to the relief of the members of the Fellowship, as all were feeling the long journey and recent tragedies were still burning the memories of all. The Lady of Light motioned to her left and as seemed to the Company a figure emerged from out of the shadows themselves and came and took the hand of Galadriel.
If the contrast was not apparent before it certainly was now, Legolas was fascinated by this unusual Elf, 'why did he or she where such coverings', 'why was there a aura of blackness emanating from him or her' most all he couldn't understand this fascination, of all the varying things that he had seen and felt why would one of his own kind holds his attention so.
Galadriel and Celeborn spoke briefly to the new stranger, in their native tongue, but they spoke in such a whisper that none of the others that understood the ancient language heard what was said. Then Celeborn raised his head and introduced the hooded one.
'This is our daughter, Morianna' the black hood was lowered and a mass of black hair fell to the ground, it was so black it was if a raven of Isengard had lent its feathers to colour it. Her skin, so pale in its bloodless nature that it seemed to glow above the recognised luminescence of the Elves. Yet her eyes, her eyes were a phenomenon unlike anything seen among the first-born, deep and dark, pupils and iris's merged into one mesmerising pool. Those eyes captured the members of the fellowship, most of all Legolas, who noticed that, though there were many points of light surrounding them, none were reflecting in her eyes, they just swallowed up the light.
Galadriel's voice brought the attention forward once more. 'She will show you to where you may rest, and gather your thoughts and recover your strength'.
With that Morianna turned and walked down stairs that was opposite to those used to ascend the flat, she got a few steps down and turned back to the still motionless company and while looking at Legolas she finally spoke.
'Will you please follow me, I will bring you no harm' a half smile formed on her lips as she turned back around and continued on her path. Her voice filled the air with a solemn sound but with a melodious grace about her words that calmed the hearts of all but yet made them wary of things they did not know.
****** Morianna's POV
This band of strangers still fascinated her, so different were its members yet they all shared the same feelings of dread and foreboding, thought it came from none stronger than from one of the Halflings. From him a strange aura of evil emanated. The evil was not coming from him directly as she felt if hid a good soul and a strong will, but this evil was enveloping the small one in a trap she feared that may eventually take his life.
Morianna felt her mother's call in her mind, 'walk to me my child, I need your assistance with these travellers'. As Morianna walked out of her hiding spot in the shadows, she felt all the eyes of the Fellowship on her, she knew she was a strange Elf to behold, and wondered why her mother would want her for this task.
But her farther spoke to her first, their voices a low whisper and the words in Elvish.
'My dark gift, we need you to care for these travellers while they reside in our borders. You have already felt that one of the Halflings carries with him a great evil, and your unique talents would be of use to them in healing and resisting the power of the One Ring'
'Yes my farther I understand but I still feel another would be better suited for this task'
Galadriel now joined the conversation,
'You must realise my daughter that you alone have no need for the evil in the Ring as you yourself hold your own dark powers, powers that are needed by this Company to heal their wounds and ease their pain'
'Yes mother I will do as you wish'
Morianna was just too turn to her task, when her mother spoke to her again,
'Be cautious Morianna I have felt your pull toward the Mirkwood Elf, I felt it before you did, do not let yourself sway from your own calling, as his path for the time being lies away from yours'
Morianna had no answer to give her mother as her farther introduced her to the Fellowship. The instant her hood was lowered, a great feeling of apprehension was felt from the 'people' she faced.
Morianna turned and began to led them to where they were to rest, yet she sensed she was not being followed, turning back to the visitors, she smiled and said in the common tongue
'Will you please follow me; I will bring you no harm'.
Led by Haldir, the Fellowship made their way to the hidden flat in the tree tops, where they were to be greeted by the Galadriel. The loss of Gandalf still fresh in their minds made them weary with grief.
Among those who greeted them before their audience with The Lord and Lady of Lothlorien was a hooded figure standing in the shadows to the side of the great staircase. As the remaining members of the fellowship took their places at the foot of the staircase, Legolas the Elvin representative in this company, let his blue eyes fall on the hooded figure. It seemed to be out of place dressed in a black clock that covered the entire body of entity, standing amongst the lighter colours of the Lorien Elves.
The bright glow of Galadriel held all gazes as she descended to greet the Fellowship, hand in hand with Celeborn, who spoke first. But as he spoke Legolas unknowingly let his gaze fall on the hooded figure once more who's head was now slightly raised to his and he felt a strange power flowing from that figure and a calming darkness crept into his mind and he felt his grief lift slightly.
His attention was diverted when he felt another presence enter his head, Galadriel; she was reading his thoughts on events just passed.
'Has fallen into shadow' The Lady of Light spoke this out voicing his memories, 'He was taken by Shadow and Flame, a Balrog of Morgoth, for we went needlessly into the net of Moria' it was Legolas's turn to voice his own memories, and a scolding was received by Galadriel in voice and in mind.
When he felt her presence leave his mind, his eyes closed and his head dropped weary from sorrow and grief. But the aura of the figure he could still feel, watching him.
***** Morianna's POV
Standing a little way back from the rest of her kin in the Lorien, she let her self ignore the group of strange travellers, a mixed group, Men, Hobbits, a Dwarf and an Elf. The Elf caught her attention, as she searched their minds secretly had never before had she felt an Elf with such grief in his heart, with encouragement from her mother, the Lady Galadriel, Morianna sent a calming wave into the wood Elf's troubled mind.
The Black lady found herself staying longer in the Elf's mind than she thought she would because she found his soul mesmerising. But she was forced to leave when her mother used her greater power to gather information on passed events. All the time though she could feel the visiting Elf's gaze on her and realised, and knew that, as she always did, she stood out among her kindred, in her clock of black among the lighter coloured clothing of her fellow Lothlorien Elves.
******
Galadriel finally bid them permission to rest in the safety of the Lorien, much to the relief of the members of the Fellowship, as all were feeling the long journey and recent tragedies were still burning the memories of all. The Lady of Light motioned to her left and as seemed to the Company a figure emerged from out of the shadows themselves and came and took the hand of Galadriel.
If the contrast was not apparent before it certainly was now, Legolas was fascinated by this unusual Elf, 'why did he or she where such coverings', 'why was there a aura of blackness emanating from him or her' most all he couldn't understand this fascination, of all the varying things that he had seen and felt why would one of his own kind holds his attention so.
Galadriel and Celeborn spoke briefly to the new stranger, in their native tongue, but they spoke in such a whisper that none of the others that understood the ancient language heard what was said. Then Celeborn raised his head and introduced the hooded one.
'This is our daughter, Morianna' the black hood was lowered and a mass of black hair fell to the ground, it was so black it was if a raven of Isengard had lent its feathers to colour it. Her skin, so pale in its bloodless nature that it seemed to glow above the recognised luminescence of the Elves. Yet her eyes, her eyes were a phenomenon unlike anything seen among the first-born, deep and dark, pupils and iris's merged into one mesmerising pool. Those eyes captured the members of the fellowship, most of all Legolas, who noticed that, though there were many points of light surrounding them, none were reflecting in her eyes, they just swallowed up the light.
Galadriel's voice brought the attention forward once more. 'She will show you to where you may rest, and gather your thoughts and recover your strength'.
With that Morianna turned and walked down stairs that was opposite to those used to ascend the flat, she got a few steps down and turned back to the still motionless company and while looking at Legolas she finally spoke.
'Will you please follow me, I will bring you no harm' a half smile formed on her lips as she turned back around and continued on her path. Her voice filled the air with a solemn sound but with a melodious grace about her words that calmed the hearts of all but yet made them wary of things they did not know.
****** Morianna's POV
This band of strangers still fascinated her, so different were its members yet they all shared the same feelings of dread and foreboding, thought it came from none stronger than from one of the Halflings. From him a strange aura of evil emanated. The evil was not coming from him directly as she felt if hid a good soul and a strong will, but this evil was enveloping the small one in a trap she feared that may eventually take his life.
Morianna felt her mother's call in her mind, 'walk to me my child, I need your assistance with these travellers'. As Morianna walked out of her hiding spot in the shadows, she felt all the eyes of the Fellowship on her, she knew she was a strange Elf to behold, and wondered why her mother would want her for this task.
But her farther spoke to her first, their voices a low whisper and the words in Elvish.
'My dark gift, we need you to care for these travellers while they reside in our borders. You have already felt that one of the Halflings carries with him a great evil, and your unique talents would be of use to them in healing and resisting the power of the One Ring'
'Yes my farther I understand but I still feel another would be better suited for this task'
Galadriel now joined the conversation,
'You must realise my daughter that you alone have no need for the evil in the Ring as you yourself hold your own dark powers, powers that are needed by this Company to heal their wounds and ease their pain'
'Yes mother I will do as you wish'
Morianna was just too turn to her task, when her mother spoke to her again,
'Be cautious Morianna I have felt your pull toward the Mirkwood Elf, I felt it before you did, do not let yourself sway from your own calling, as his path for the time being lies away from yours'
Morianna had no answer to give her mother as her farther introduced her to the Fellowship. The instant her hood was lowered, a great feeling of apprehension was felt from the 'people' she faced.
Morianna turned and began to led them to where they were to rest, yet she sensed she was not being followed, turning back to the visitors, she smiled and said in the common tongue
'Will you please follow me; I will bring you no harm'.
