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Same as before. I don't own anybody except Kitiara and Ivellios. I hope you like it so far and see fit to keep reading. I most likely won't write anymore if no one reviews it because I have other things I could be doing. But, if you do review it, than thanx a bunch and I will write more soon!
Thanxs a WHOLE bunch,
AdamsgrlRusty
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Chapter Two
The Truth Revealed
*I was standing at the top of a tower. A throne stood in the center of the room, but I could see nothing what sat in it. I saw the Fellowship all lying on the floor, most of them probably dead.
Sam sat at Frodo's side, weeping. Aragorn stood, his sword clutched in his hand, over the bodies of Merry and Pippin. Boromir was no where to be seen. Gimli stared, in pity, at a corner in the room where Legolas sat, head in one hand, bow in the other.
Legolas looked at me, as if searching for an answer, but all I could do was stare back at him. He threw his bow aside with such force that it hit Gandalf, who was laying motionless on the floor. In his face, there was an anger, a hatred, towards whatever sat in that throne. But I also saw love and sorrow. A love so strong that he was willing to risk life itself.
All of a sudden, a great eye appeared above the throne. I stared at it, unable to move. I wanted to run away, escape with Legolas, sail to the Gray Harbor, away from this place, but I knew I couldn't. Something inside me told me not to.
At last, I could feel the figure looking at me, piercing my every thought. I don't know how I knew this, I just felt it. It burned bright red and orange, as if in triumph. He had just been given the greatest prize he could ever hope for.
I was overcome with fear, my strength was draining from me. The eye began to change shape. A man appeared, wearing heavy armor. His helmet had two large spikes at the top. Around his finger was the Ring of Power. It seemed, as I grew weaker, he grew stronger.
He had almost completely materialized. My strength was almost gone, I swayed on my feet, about to fall. Legolas ran to my side and caught me, just before I fell. I wanted to say something to him, but I couldn't find anything to match my feelings. He seemed to be having the same problem.*
"My Lady! Kitiara! Wake up!"
Slowly, I became aware of someone looming over me. I had been dreaming. But it all seemed so real, so horrifying.
I opened my eyes. Sunlight was streaming through the open windows of the library. I was still in the armchair, the book I was reading lay open on the floor. Legolas stood in front of me, sighing with relief.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.
I sat up. "I think so. What are you doing here?"
"Gandalf sent me to look for a book for him. He was busy discussing something with Lord Elrond. You fell asleep in the library last night. Your face was frightened and hot. I figured you were having a nightmare."
"Oh," I said, feeling rather foolish. "You must think I'm crazy for falling asleep in the library. You see, I was reading about the War of the Ring and I got so wrapped up in it and-"
He smiled at me. "No, I don't think you're crazy. I think it's wonderful that you like reading so much. I never read anything when I was your age, even when I was required to."
I picked the book up off the floor and set it on the desk. What did he mean 'when I was your age'? He can't be that much older than I am, not that it matters much to elves, but...
"Is there something I could help you find?" I asked, snapping out of my thoughts.
He had apparently been thinking as well, for he looked as though he had been awoken from a trance. "...Yes, I'm looking for a book following the account of Isildor, after he received the Ring."
I nodded in understanding and set off down the many rows of bookcases. Reaching the end of the isle, I turned left and began to search the next shelf. Frowning, I turned to Legolas. "It wasn't put back in the proper place."
Legolas grinned. "Isn't that your job? To put the books in the correct place?"
I spun around quickly, enraged at this comment. "Yes, but my brother, Ivellios, who appears to be very much like you, loves to mess things up for me," I snarled.
He shrugged and followed me to the very back of the library. There was one wall with no books on it. In its center was a small wooden door. I said a few words in elven and the door unlocked. "It might be in the restricted section, if father thought it too important for all eyes to see."
The room was small and dark. I lit a candle and looked around the area, mumbling to myself about where it might be, then walked to the right. Reaching the bookcase I was searching for, I climbed the ladder to one of the very top shelves, looking at the books as I went. At last, I found it.
I reached as far as I could and just barely touched it. One foot was on the ladder, while the other was on another shelf. I pulled the book out and attempted to swing back on the ladder. But, my foot slipped and I fell right on top of Legolas.
Blushing uncontrollably, I stood up. "...I'm sorry..." I reached for the book, as did Legolas.
"Ouch!" I cried, as we bumped heads.
We both stood up rather quickly, the book clutched in Legolas's hands. The two of us stood there for a few moments, both too embarrassed to speak. Then, I turned away and strode from the room.
Legolas followed, walking swiftly to keep up with my quick stride. "Gandalf requested that you come with me. To assist him in his reading."
I stopped. "Why would such a wise and powerful wizard want me to help him in his readings?"
Legolas didn't answer, but instead, continued walking towards the door. I pursued more slowly, thinking to myself. A wizard knows every language in Middle Earth. Why, then, does he need me to aid him?
We had reached Gandalf's room. Legolas held open the door and I stepped inside. "Gandalf must still be talking with your father."
I sat down at a small table, Legolas across from me. "Do you know what he was hoping to find in this book?" I inquired.
"No, he did not say what he wanted it for."
We sat in silence until the door opened and the old wizard entered, wearing gray robes and a pointed hat. He placed this hat on a hook near the door and beckoned to Legolas. "Bring the book here."
Legolas handed the book to Gandalf. I stood beside him and looked questioningly at Gandalf. "Why do you require such an old book? There are others more detailed about the Ring. I was reading one just last night."
He shook his head. "No, child, this book and no other can aid me. I am looking for the words of Isildor. Words he wrote himself. This is so I can further understand the power of the Ring. Now, will you help me find it?"
"What part are you looking for, Mithrandere? This book is large and would take several days to read. It begins with his pleads to go with his father to war, then, chronicles his thoughts during the war and so on."
"Right after the war. When he receives the Ring."
I turned to the middle of the book and he began to read aloud.
"It has come to me, this one Ring, after I have defeated the Dark Lord Sauron. It's power is too great for me to destroy. I hold a power far greater than anyone has ever dreamed and I will not part with it.
Many times has Elrond counseled me to destroy it in the fires where it was wrought. But why destroy such a precious thing? Evil will not stand a chance against a weapon as mighty and powerful as this.
The ring is bound to me. All those who follow in my bloodline are bound to its fate for I will risk no end to the ring. It is precious to me. Though I am bound with a great pain in keeping it, knowing that it could destroy me, I refuse to part with it.
The markings on the band begin to fade. Markings which were once as clear as red flame, a secret now that only fire can tell.
Ash Nazg durbatuluk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg
thrakatuluk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul-"
At the sound of those words, I began to feel dizzy. My knees wouldn't support me any longer and I fell backwards into Legolas. He helped me to stand and led me over to a chair near the fire. "Are you alright?"
"I-I-I think so. I don't know what's come over me. I just felt dizzy all of a sudden when Gandalf spoke those words."
Gandalf's eyes were deep in thought. "It's as I feared," he mumbled silently to himself, then strode out of the room.
Gandalf***
Reaching the throne room, I threw open the door, ignoring the guard's attempts to stop me. "Elrond, you fool!" I shouted angrily. "Why did you not tell me?!"
The Lord of Rivendell sat up in alarm. "Gandalf, what on earth are you talking about?"
I reached the wooden table where he sat and pointed at the two sitting on either side of him. "Arwen, Ivellios, out!" The two of them scurried out of the throne room, shutting the door behind them.
I rounded on Elrond. "Why did you not tell me that your son and daughter are the only living descendants of the Dark Lord?"
He looked startled. "How do you know this?"
"I was reading a passage in a book and, in reading the words written upon the Ring itself, the girl began to feel dizzy. She shook uncontrollably and could not be helped. I have always felt that those two were not related to Arwen. You can see it in their eyes. The bond between Kitiara and Ivellios is not shared with Arwen, at least not as strongly."
"What good would my telling you have done? I will not allow those two to be sent forth to their death; either one of them."
"If you would not tell me, you should've told them. Now it is too late. They are both too old to believe you. The prophecy says that they will only believe you until they are 16 or, 1,600 to elves."
"Kitiara isn't yet that old. Her birthday is in two weeks. But, in any case, I will not send tell them of this because it will destroy them."
"It will only destroy one of them. If Sauron is not destroyed, both of them will be. They cannot live when he is at his full strength. Wouldn't you rather one of them live, at least? If you do not tell them, Sauron will never be destroyed."
"Why should I care what happens to Middle Earth, Gandalf? It is men who began this war, and it is men who must end it. My people are leaving these shores, never to return. Ivellios and Kitiara are coming with me. It matters not to me what happens to this land."
"You cannot leave Middle Earth to its doom when you alone have the power to stop it. There is no other way, Elrond. If you don't tell her, you leave this world to its destruction."
"Then so be it. It is because of men the Ring survived. I was there, Gandalf. I was there 3,000 years ago, when Isildor took the Ring. I told him to curse it into the fires, but he refused. Men can deal with this peril on their own."
"Once Sauron regains all of his strength, even the afterlife given to the elves cannot save them. Whether they are here or across the seas, they will fall."
"That is not true! Elves are immortal. Once they board the ships at the gray harbor, no harm can come to them. I will make sure of this."
I sighed. "There is nothing you can do, Elrond. Even the immortality of the elves cannot prevent what must happen. At least let them know who they are, then they can decide."
"You lie! There is no way they can be harmed once they have left this world. I will not tell them, Gandalf. Thank you for your concern, I must take my leave now."
The great Lord of Rivendell strode out of the throne room. Arwen and Ivellios came back inside and looked at me. "You may return to your duties. Lord Elrond and I have finished speaking."
Same as before. I don't own anybody except Kitiara and Ivellios. I hope you like it so far and see fit to keep reading. I most likely won't write anymore if no one reviews it because I have other things I could be doing. But, if you do review it, than thanx a bunch and I will write more soon!
Thanxs a WHOLE bunch,
AdamsgrlRusty
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Chapter Two
The Truth Revealed
*I was standing at the top of a tower. A throne stood in the center of the room, but I could see nothing what sat in it. I saw the Fellowship all lying on the floor, most of them probably dead.
Sam sat at Frodo's side, weeping. Aragorn stood, his sword clutched in his hand, over the bodies of Merry and Pippin. Boromir was no where to be seen. Gimli stared, in pity, at a corner in the room where Legolas sat, head in one hand, bow in the other.
Legolas looked at me, as if searching for an answer, but all I could do was stare back at him. He threw his bow aside with such force that it hit Gandalf, who was laying motionless on the floor. In his face, there was an anger, a hatred, towards whatever sat in that throne. But I also saw love and sorrow. A love so strong that he was willing to risk life itself.
All of a sudden, a great eye appeared above the throne. I stared at it, unable to move. I wanted to run away, escape with Legolas, sail to the Gray Harbor, away from this place, but I knew I couldn't. Something inside me told me not to.
At last, I could feel the figure looking at me, piercing my every thought. I don't know how I knew this, I just felt it. It burned bright red and orange, as if in triumph. He had just been given the greatest prize he could ever hope for.
I was overcome with fear, my strength was draining from me. The eye began to change shape. A man appeared, wearing heavy armor. His helmet had two large spikes at the top. Around his finger was the Ring of Power. It seemed, as I grew weaker, he grew stronger.
He had almost completely materialized. My strength was almost gone, I swayed on my feet, about to fall. Legolas ran to my side and caught me, just before I fell. I wanted to say something to him, but I couldn't find anything to match my feelings. He seemed to be having the same problem.*
"My Lady! Kitiara! Wake up!"
Slowly, I became aware of someone looming over me. I had been dreaming. But it all seemed so real, so horrifying.
I opened my eyes. Sunlight was streaming through the open windows of the library. I was still in the armchair, the book I was reading lay open on the floor. Legolas stood in front of me, sighing with relief.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.
I sat up. "I think so. What are you doing here?"
"Gandalf sent me to look for a book for him. He was busy discussing something with Lord Elrond. You fell asleep in the library last night. Your face was frightened and hot. I figured you were having a nightmare."
"Oh," I said, feeling rather foolish. "You must think I'm crazy for falling asleep in the library. You see, I was reading about the War of the Ring and I got so wrapped up in it and-"
He smiled at me. "No, I don't think you're crazy. I think it's wonderful that you like reading so much. I never read anything when I was your age, even when I was required to."
I picked the book up off the floor and set it on the desk. What did he mean 'when I was your age'? He can't be that much older than I am, not that it matters much to elves, but...
"Is there something I could help you find?" I asked, snapping out of my thoughts.
He had apparently been thinking as well, for he looked as though he had been awoken from a trance. "...Yes, I'm looking for a book following the account of Isildor, after he received the Ring."
I nodded in understanding and set off down the many rows of bookcases. Reaching the end of the isle, I turned left and began to search the next shelf. Frowning, I turned to Legolas. "It wasn't put back in the proper place."
Legolas grinned. "Isn't that your job? To put the books in the correct place?"
I spun around quickly, enraged at this comment. "Yes, but my brother, Ivellios, who appears to be very much like you, loves to mess things up for me," I snarled.
He shrugged and followed me to the very back of the library. There was one wall with no books on it. In its center was a small wooden door. I said a few words in elven and the door unlocked. "It might be in the restricted section, if father thought it too important for all eyes to see."
The room was small and dark. I lit a candle and looked around the area, mumbling to myself about where it might be, then walked to the right. Reaching the bookcase I was searching for, I climbed the ladder to one of the very top shelves, looking at the books as I went. At last, I found it.
I reached as far as I could and just barely touched it. One foot was on the ladder, while the other was on another shelf. I pulled the book out and attempted to swing back on the ladder. But, my foot slipped and I fell right on top of Legolas.
Blushing uncontrollably, I stood up. "...I'm sorry..." I reached for the book, as did Legolas.
"Ouch!" I cried, as we bumped heads.
We both stood up rather quickly, the book clutched in Legolas's hands. The two of us stood there for a few moments, both too embarrassed to speak. Then, I turned away and strode from the room.
Legolas followed, walking swiftly to keep up with my quick stride. "Gandalf requested that you come with me. To assist him in his reading."
I stopped. "Why would such a wise and powerful wizard want me to help him in his readings?"
Legolas didn't answer, but instead, continued walking towards the door. I pursued more slowly, thinking to myself. A wizard knows every language in Middle Earth. Why, then, does he need me to aid him?
We had reached Gandalf's room. Legolas held open the door and I stepped inside. "Gandalf must still be talking with your father."
I sat down at a small table, Legolas across from me. "Do you know what he was hoping to find in this book?" I inquired.
"No, he did not say what he wanted it for."
We sat in silence until the door opened and the old wizard entered, wearing gray robes and a pointed hat. He placed this hat on a hook near the door and beckoned to Legolas. "Bring the book here."
Legolas handed the book to Gandalf. I stood beside him and looked questioningly at Gandalf. "Why do you require such an old book? There are others more detailed about the Ring. I was reading one just last night."
He shook his head. "No, child, this book and no other can aid me. I am looking for the words of Isildor. Words he wrote himself. This is so I can further understand the power of the Ring. Now, will you help me find it?"
"What part are you looking for, Mithrandere? This book is large and would take several days to read. It begins with his pleads to go with his father to war, then, chronicles his thoughts during the war and so on."
"Right after the war. When he receives the Ring."
I turned to the middle of the book and he began to read aloud.
"It has come to me, this one Ring, after I have defeated the Dark Lord Sauron. It's power is too great for me to destroy. I hold a power far greater than anyone has ever dreamed and I will not part with it.
Many times has Elrond counseled me to destroy it in the fires where it was wrought. But why destroy such a precious thing? Evil will not stand a chance against a weapon as mighty and powerful as this.
The ring is bound to me. All those who follow in my bloodline are bound to its fate for I will risk no end to the ring. It is precious to me. Though I am bound with a great pain in keeping it, knowing that it could destroy me, I refuse to part with it.
The markings on the band begin to fade. Markings which were once as clear as red flame, a secret now that only fire can tell.
Ash Nazg durbatuluk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg
thrakatuluk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul-"
At the sound of those words, I began to feel dizzy. My knees wouldn't support me any longer and I fell backwards into Legolas. He helped me to stand and led me over to a chair near the fire. "Are you alright?"
"I-I-I think so. I don't know what's come over me. I just felt dizzy all of a sudden when Gandalf spoke those words."
Gandalf's eyes were deep in thought. "It's as I feared," he mumbled silently to himself, then strode out of the room.
Gandalf***
Reaching the throne room, I threw open the door, ignoring the guard's attempts to stop me. "Elrond, you fool!" I shouted angrily. "Why did you not tell me?!"
The Lord of Rivendell sat up in alarm. "Gandalf, what on earth are you talking about?"
I reached the wooden table where he sat and pointed at the two sitting on either side of him. "Arwen, Ivellios, out!" The two of them scurried out of the throne room, shutting the door behind them.
I rounded on Elrond. "Why did you not tell me that your son and daughter are the only living descendants of the Dark Lord?"
He looked startled. "How do you know this?"
"I was reading a passage in a book and, in reading the words written upon the Ring itself, the girl began to feel dizzy. She shook uncontrollably and could not be helped. I have always felt that those two were not related to Arwen. You can see it in their eyes. The bond between Kitiara and Ivellios is not shared with Arwen, at least not as strongly."
"What good would my telling you have done? I will not allow those two to be sent forth to their death; either one of them."
"If you would not tell me, you should've told them. Now it is too late. They are both too old to believe you. The prophecy says that they will only believe you until they are 16 or, 1,600 to elves."
"Kitiara isn't yet that old. Her birthday is in two weeks. But, in any case, I will not send tell them of this because it will destroy them."
"It will only destroy one of them. If Sauron is not destroyed, both of them will be. They cannot live when he is at his full strength. Wouldn't you rather one of them live, at least? If you do not tell them, Sauron will never be destroyed."
"Why should I care what happens to Middle Earth, Gandalf? It is men who began this war, and it is men who must end it. My people are leaving these shores, never to return. Ivellios and Kitiara are coming with me. It matters not to me what happens to this land."
"You cannot leave Middle Earth to its doom when you alone have the power to stop it. There is no other way, Elrond. If you don't tell her, you leave this world to its destruction."
"Then so be it. It is because of men the Ring survived. I was there, Gandalf. I was there 3,000 years ago, when Isildor took the Ring. I told him to curse it into the fires, but he refused. Men can deal with this peril on their own."
"Once Sauron regains all of his strength, even the afterlife given to the elves cannot save them. Whether they are here or across the seas, they will fall."
"That is not true! Elves are immortal. Once they board the ships at the gray harbor, no harm can come to them. I will make sure of this."
I sighed. "There is nothing you can do, Elrond. Even the immortality of the elves cannot prevent what must happen. At least let them know who they are, then they can decide."
"You lie! There is no way they can be harmed once they have left this world. I will not tell them, Gandalf. Thank you for your concern, I must take my leave now."
The great Lord of Rivendell strode out of the throne room. Arwen and Ivellios came back inside and looked at me. "You may return to your duties. Lord Elrond and I have finished speaking."
