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Prince Faramir of Ithilien, Steward of Gondor, shifted in his chair. The King had told him a story so wondrous, so unbelievable- had it come from any other man he would have thought it a mere tale and nothing else. Children who claimed to be wizards falling from the sky, bringing with them a new evil to Arda- it seemed impossible. Yet there he was, believing every word, looking to his wife for help.
The Lady Eowyn, sister to the King of Rohan, had an expression of disbelief on her face that Faramir feared was mirrored on his own. He had always thought of her to be stronger in mind than himself, yet the tale was truly strange. He just kept himself from wondering what he would have done, were the Stewards still ruling.Faramir turned to the King, who was now silent and gazing out of one of the tall windows at the city below.
"My lord," he began, uncertain of what he wanted to ask first, "You said that fearful sign in the sky last night, and the Orcs. they are all the work of this.Voldemort?"
King Elessar nodded. "I know as little of this as you do, Faramir, but I hope that we shall both be answered soon- we have company."
He gave a small smile when a knock sounded on the door, and a guard admitted Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien. Faramir recognized the Elven lord; he had been at the wedding of the King and Queen Arwen Evenstar. Both Faramir and Eowyn bowed their respect, as did the King of Gondor.
"I see you have already begun to take counsel, Aragorn," said Celeborn.
"Yes, my lord. times call for it and I see no other course of action," came the reply.
"Perhaps I will be able to assist you in deciding such a course- if you will accept my guidance."
"I would be a fool if I were to refuse what you advise, my lord."
It was then that the door opened once more, this time admitting three children who Faramir guessed to be in their teens- they were the outsiders who he had been told of. They did not look to be folk of Middle Earth under any account. One of them, a lad taller than the other two, had fiery red hair most uncommon in the lands, and the other boy, with raven dark, wore strange metal rims around his unusual green eyes. He had a most peculiar scar on his forehead- shaped like a bolt of lightning. The girl with them, with long brown hair was the only one who could be judged for a woman of Arda. They were wizards; he had been told, but different from the Istari. The Steward could see why- they did not radiate wisdom and power the way Gandalf always seemed to.
Following them were three Elves, two of whom looked similar enough to be twins. Faramir recognized them to be Elladan and Elrohir, twin sons of the Lord Elrond of Imladris- they had remained in Middle Earth with their sister Arwen. The third Elf was Legolas of Mirkwood. But what caught his attention besides the Elves was a cloaked and hooded figure they were leading in front of them like a prisoner.
"Greetings, Estel!" cried Elladan with a smile. "I am glad to see you are well!"
"Mae Govannen, Elladan," replied the King, going over to embrace his foster brothers.
"We bring you a prize!" said Elrohir, "Legolas shot him down, but we present him to you!"
Aragorn's gaze shifted to the cloaked man.
"The children say he is a servant of Voldemort- a Death Eater," said Legolas, "and this," he held out a long stick, "this is what he uses to perform spells, it seems."
Aragorn took the wand from the Elf, examining it. "Do you use wands such as these as well?" he asked the children.
The boy with the scar nodded, and the girl reached into her robes and drew out one similar to it. She ignored the sharp glances the two boys gave her and spoke. "We don't use them here because we don't know how strong our spells will be, your highness."
The red haired boy muttered something that sounded like 'she doesn't even let us carry ours!'
"Could you unmask the man, now, Strider?" asked a voice.
Faramir had been so intent on watching the outsiders and the Elves that he hadn't noticed three Hobbits slip into the room after them. It was Merry Brandybuck who had spoken, and the King surveyed him with mock sternness before laughing.
"Yes we shall, master Hobbit, I would not want to keep you waiting!" His laugh faded when he turned to the man.
"I ask you to remove your mask now, or have it removed by force." He said this softly, but his words were filled with command.
The man turned cold eyes on Aragorn, who held his gaze until the other man tore away from it. He did not remove his mask though. Instead, he leapt for the wand that had been placed on a table beside the King.
Faramir rose to stop him, hand on sword, but it was not required. Like lightning, the three Elves in the room moved to counter him, stopping him before he could even reach his wand. They pulled the man away and to his feet, and the King stood before him. There was a hint of anger in his keen grey eyes.
"I ask you once more to remove your mask, I will be kinder in judgement if you are cooperative."
The man did not move, but said something that sounded like an oath in a bitter voice. It must have been bad, because the three children gasped at the language.
There was the sound of a sword being unsheathed, and the man- the Death Eater- found the mighty Anduril, Flame of the West, gleaming at his neck. "You were warned," Elessar Telcontar said, reaching over and removing the mask.
The man looked as bitter as his voice, with white golden hair, a pale, pointed face and grey eyes.
The children gave a collective start. "Lucius Malfoy!" cried the girl.
"Smart of you to notice, Mudblood," hissed the man. "The Great Lord will be pleased to hear that you are here, Potter, he has plans for you!"
The sword at his neck moved only an inch, but the man swallowed, looking at it.
"What do you and your master want in our lands?" asked the King.
The man's expression became almost mocking. "The great king need not worry himself with such trifles.don't stick your noble nose into matters that will lead to a sticky end- none can stand against the Great Lord Voldemort!"
The lord of the Golden Wood stepped forward. "Perhaps this is not the time for more questions," he said quietly, "It is answers that we desire."
Harry had already figured out that the Death Eater was Lucius Malfoy, but the confirmation of his suspicions didn't come as any lesser a blow. He was hardly sure he had come to grips with the fact that he was in another world, much less someone else! He tried to ignore the man's cold stare as he was taken away by the King's command.
It was only after the door had closed behind Malfoy and his guard that Harry noticed there were others in the room themselves. One was a tall man, rather young, it seemed, who bore a slight resemblance to the King himself. Harry assumed that was because they were of the same race or something. He was introduced as Faramir, son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor. Harry remembered hearing about him from the Hobbits, and felt more than a little proud of remembering. The other was a woman with deep golden hair, as tall as Faramir, and with a bearing fitting a queen. She was Lady Eowyn of Rohan. Harry's pride doubled on realizing he remembered the Hobbits telling him about her as well.
"These are the outsiders I told you of," King Elessar explained, "Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger."
As soon as the pleasantries had been exchanged, the King turned to Pippin. "Master Took, I would be pleased if you could inform the Queen and Gimli that we are about to start council?"
Pippin nodded, looking proud to have an official job to do, and slipped out of the room as some of the servants set chairs around in a circular fashion.
As soon as the Queen Arwen arrived, looking resplendent as usual, followed by Gimli the Dwarf, King Elessar called the council to order.
"I have not the wisdom of Elrond," said Lord Celeborn, "but I have knowledge of lore long forgotten. I trust you will be interested in what I have to say."
Alright, I know I haven't gotten to the action yet. hold on a bit longer. Thanks so much for all your reviews; they mean so much to me! Keep reading!
Well, we shift scenes again, now, and we have a new perspective, as well. hope you like this!
Prince Faramir of Ithilien, Steward of Gondor, shifted in his chair. The King had told him a story so wondrous, so unbelievable- had it come from any other man he would have thought it a mere tale and nothing else. Children who claimed to be wizards falling from the sky, bringing with them a new evil to Arda- it seemed impossible. Yet there he was, believing every word, looking to his wife for help.
The Lady Eowyn, sister to the King of Rohan, had an expression of disbelief on her face that Faramir feared was mirrored on his own. He had always thought of her to be stronger in mind than himself, yet the tale was truly strange. He just kept himself from wondering what he would have done, were the Stewards still ruling.Faramir turned to the King, who was now silent and gazing out of one of the tall windows at the city below.
"My lord," he began, uncertain of what he wanted to ask first, "You said that fearful sign in the sky last night, and the Orcs. they are all the work of this.Voldemort?"
King Elessar nodded. "I know as little of this as you do, Faramir, but I hope that we shall both be answered soon- we have company."
He gave a small smile when a knock sounded on the door, and a guard admitted Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien. Faramir recognized the Elven lord; he had been at the wedding of the King and Queen Arwen Evenstar. Both Faramir and Eowyn bowed their respect, as did the King of Gondor.
"I see you have already begun to take counsel, Aragorn," said Celeborn.
"Yes, my lord. times call for it and I see no other course of action," came the reply.
"Perhaps I will be able to assist you in deciding such a course- if you will accept my guidance."
"I would be a fool if I were to refuse what you advise, my lord."
It was then that the door opened once more, this time admitting three children who Faramir guessed to be in their teens- they were the outsiders who he had been told of. They did not look to be folk of Middle Earth under any account. One of them, a lad taller than the other two, had fiery red hair most uncommon in the lands, and the other boy, with raven dark, wore strange metal rims around his unusual green eyes. He had a most peculiar scar on his forehead- shaped like a bolt of lightning. The girl with them, with long brown hair was the only one who could be judged for a woman of Arda. They were wizards; he had been told, but different from the Istari. The Steward could see why- they did not radiate wisdom and power the way Gandalf always seemed to.
Following them were three Elves, two of whom looked similar enough to be twins. Faramir recognized them to be Elladan and Elrohir, twin sons of the Lord Elrond of Imladris- they had remained in Middle Earth with their sister Arwen. The third Elf was Legolas of Mirkwood. But what caught his attention besides the Elves was a cloaked and hooded figure they were leading in front of them like a prisoner.
"Greetings, Estel!" cried Elladan with a smile. "I am glad to see you are well!"
"Mae Govannen, Elladan," replied the King, going over to embrace his foster brothers.
"We bring you a prize!" said Elrohir, "Legolas shot him down, but we present him to you!"
Aragorn's gaze shifted to the cloaked man.
"The children say he is a servant of Voldemort- a Death Eater," said Legolas, "and this," he held out a long stick, "this is what he uses to perform spells, it seems."
Aragorn took the wand from the Elf, examining it. "Do you use wands such as these as well?" he asked the children.
The boy with the scar nodded, and the girl reached into her robes and drew out one similar to it. She ignored the sharp glances the two boys gave her and spoke. "We don't use them here because we don't know how strong our spells will be, your highness."
The red haired boy muttered something that sounded like 'she doesn't even let us carry ours!'
"Could you unmask the man, now, Strider?" asked a voice.
Faramir had been so intent on watching the outsiders and the Elves that he hadn't noticed three Hobbits slip into the room after them. It was Merry Brandybuck who had spoken, and the King surveyed him with mock sternness before laughing.
"Yes we shall, master Hobbit, I would not want to keep you waiting!" His laugh faded when he turned to the man.
"I ask you to remove your mask now, or have it removed by force." He said this softly, but his words were filled with command.
The man turned cold eyes on Aragorn, who held his gaze until the other man tore away from it. He did not remove his mask though. Instead, he leapt for the wand that had been placed on a table beside the King.
Faramir rose to stop him, hand on sword, but it was not required. Like lightning, the three Elves in the room moved to counter him, stopping him before he could even reach his wand. They pulled the man away and to his feet, and the King stood before him. There was a hint of anger in his keen grey eyes.
"I ask you once more to remove your mask, I will be kinder in judgement if you are cooperative."
The man did not move, but said something that sounded like an oath in a bitter voice. It must have been bad, because the three children gasped at the language.
There was the sound of a sword being unsheathed, and the man- the Death Eater- found the mighty Anduril, Flame of the West, gleaming at his neck. "You were warned," Elessar Telcontar said, reaching over and removing the mask.
The man looked as bitter as his voice, with white golden hair, a pale, pointed face and grey eyes.
The children gave a collective start. "Lucius Malfoy!" cried the girl.
"Smart of you to notice, Mudblood," hissed the man. "The Great Lord will be pleased to hear that you are here, Potter, he has plans for you!"
The sword at his neck moved only an inch, but the man swallowed, looking at it.
"What do you and your master want in our lands?" asked the King.
The man's expression became almost mocking. "The great king need not worry himself with such trifles.don't stick your noble nose into matters that will lead to a sticky end- none can stand against the Great Lord Voldemort!"
The lord of the Golden Wood stepped forward. "Perhaps this is not the time for more questions," he said quietly, "It is answers that we desire."
Harry had already figured out that the Death Eater was Lucius Malfoy, but the confirmation of his suspicions didn't come as any lesser a blow. He was hardly sure he had come to grips with the fact that he was in another world, much less someone else! He tried to ignore the man's cold stare as he was taken away by the King's command.
It was only after the door had closed behind Malfoy and his guard that Harry noticed there were others in the room themselves. One was a tall man, rather young, it seemed, who bore a slight resemblance to the King himself. Harry assumed that was because they were of the same race or something. He was introduced as Faramir, son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor. Harry remembered hearing about him from the Hobbits, and felt more than a little proud of remembering. The other was a woman with deep golden hair, as tall as Faramir, and with a bearing fitting a queen. She was Lady Eowyn of Rohan. Harry's pride doubled on realizing he remembered the Hobbits telling him about her as well.
"These are the outsiders I told you of," King Elessar explained, "Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger."
As soon as the pleasantries had been exchanged, the King turned to Pippin. "Master Took, I would be pleased if you could inform the Queen and Gimli that we are about to start council?"
Pippin nodded, looking proud to have an official job to do, and slipped out of the room as some of the servants set chairs around in a circular fashion.
As soon as the Queen Arwen arrived, looking resplendent as usual, followed by Gimli the Dwarf, King Elessar called the council to order.
"I have not the wisdom of Elrond," said Lord Celeborn, "but I have knowledge of lore long forgotten. I trust you will be interested in what I have to say."
Alright, I know I haven't gotten to the action yet. hold on a bit longer. Thanks so much for all your reviews; they mean so much to me! Keep reading!
