Nine Little Ring Bearers
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Chapter 11
The Fellowship of three was lead through the old trees. One of the elves had tried to bind their eyes but he had been denied, because the looks of the company did not seem to be noticing the ways they were taken. The minds behind their eyes were empty right now, finally they had found the peace in the secret and silent atmosphere of Lóthlorien.
The companions were drawn away from their unconscious state when the elven retinue arrived to an opening. The companions looked to the elves who were staring at something. A hill, crowned with trees, was rising before them proudly against the blue sky. Aragorn sighed, when some distant memories, from a time and place he had almost forgotten on their had journey, filled his mind.
"You are come to Cerin Amroth," and elf said to him and to the two small hobbits, not knowing what to think about these three mysterious wanders. "And to the city of the Galadhrim at dusk."
The elves let Frodo, Sam and Aragorn climb the hill walking on their own, but kept them within reach. Four elves were carrying the body of Boromir. They did not know whether he would be buried in Lóthlorien or carried onwards, but he could not have been left to the forest. In regardless of their friend being carried dead among them, or maybe because of that, the remaining members of the Fellowship felt their spirits getting lighter when they saw the dazzling flowers on the grass of Cerin Amroth.
Carefully Sam made his way towards Frodo, the elves not stopping him. "Master," he whispered. Frodo turned slowly his face towards Sam. "This place," Sam continued, pondering how to express his feelings. "I think we really are protected here. I mean these elves and everything fair around us. From now on we'll be safe," Sam concluded surely, but Frodo contended just by nodding faintly, yet his countenance softened.
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The Fellowship walked as in a dream among the elves, and was soon brought to the city. They climbed up to a tree, frail but beautiful singing echoing all around them. They came to a chamber, which was filled by bright, silver light. Two tall elves stepped before them from the shadows. The companions had to bend their looks down, so outstanding was the fairness of Lady Galadriel. Her golden hair framed her pale and calm face. She wore her clear white dress with a dignified carriage, which clearly told her being the last one in Middle-Earth who had once seen the Light of the Undying Lands.
"Welcome," the other elf beside Galadriel spoke. "Frodo of the Shire. I am Celeborn, Lord of the Woods." He was clad in white too yet his hair was silver. "But I see a great grief has faced your company. Has there been a new counsel we have not heard of, when so few of the Nine Companions are here now?" he then asked dimly.
Galadriel's eyes darkened but she still stood proudly and hold her head up. "Your quest has travelled in the middle of an impermeable bemist, and it has brought down many. Even Gandalf the Wise. . ." for a second her voice failed and she looked at the ground. The Fellowship dared to lift their looks to get a glimpse of her but quickly she was again staring deeply at them and held their eyes. "And the mist has arose from within the Company," she spoke and stared straight at the companions one by one. It was like she had spoken to them, though her lips did not move anymore. "Something was destroying your quest," her soft and low voice filled their minds. "But it is over now. He is dead."
* * *
For many days the Fellowship remained in Lóthlorien, but all they could remember of their stay was that they ate and rested. The ambience in the Galadhrim's city was like time had passed the forest and left a small place in the world without the growing evilness, at least for now. Aragorn and Sam felt their spirits arising and the dread they had felt their entire journey started to pass. But Frodo felt the pain furthermore. Every time he managed to be a while without thinking the quest and what had befallen them the Ring started to feel heavier and made him remember it all once more.
One night Frodo and Sam where wandering around under the high trees where the houses of the Galadhrim were built. Then Lady Galadriel met them and lead them to a secret, enclosed garden. There a small stream ran to a silver basin.
"Do you wish to look into the Mirror?" Galadriel asked the hobbits, who seemed afraid but also a kind of curious to try the silver water.
"What will I see?" Sam asked carefully, taking a short step towards the basin.
Galadriel smiled mysteriously. "That I cannot tell, because that is the choice of the Mirror. It can how things pleasant to you, but also things that you will you had not seen, for they are true. Do you wish to look?" she asked again.
Sam walked slowly to the basin and bent towards it. The surface of the water started to tremble and it formed pictures before Sam's eyes. His countenance was at first happy, but suddenly it changed. Quickly Sam drew his eyes away and walked apart from the basin.
"What did you see?" Frodo asked him quietly.
Sam just shook his head. "First everything was so beautiful but then. . ." he muttered angrily and walked away.
Unsure also Frodo approached the water. He looked questioningly at Galadriel, who nodded. Frodo turned his eyes to the water, which was now black and whirling. For a long time he stared at it and started to slip forward.
"Do not touch the water!" Galadriel commanded softly and the vision on the basin faded. Frodo was drawn away from the basin, breathing heavily. "I know what did you saw," Galadriel told. "For that is what will happen it you will fail," she stated coldly. "It Sauron finds the Ring."
Frodo watched despairing at her. "What chance do I have? I almost could not bring it this far, and from now on the quest will be even harder. I can't do this!" he cried out miserably.
Galadriel felt sympathy for him. "Frodo, it is over now. The one who spread the evil mist inside your company is gone now. But still," she warned. "Trust no-one. Maybe yourself, if you have no other choice. The Ring is perilous."
From her words a thought came to Frodo's mind. He unfastened the Ring from the chain and stretched it out to Galadriel. "Then I will give it to you. It is far too strong for me," he offered hopefully.
Galadriel reached her hand towards the Ring, but suddenly something stopped her. She still held her hand shaking above the Ring but it seemed like she was struggling against her own will. Finally she drew her hand away and laughed with a clear laugh. Frodo looked unbelieving at her. "For so many years I have wondered, what to do if the One Ring came within my grasp," she spoke. "And now when it is freely given to me I realise. The evil deeds in the Fellowship were caused by it and even I could not resist its will. My power would be turned to malicious works, and that power would be too terrible."
"No!" Frodo opposed and pushed the Ring in front of her. "You could use the Ring for good! And make everything so fair and beautiful as in these woods," he tried desperately, though knowing, that the Lady had already decided.
She shook her head sadly. "Nay. It would begin like that, but soon everything would be ruined. Lóthlorien will be ruined what ever happens, our people must go to the West and I shall diminish. But many will stay here, and for them you must try, " she said. "You may succeed Frodo. Just do not underestimate the power of the Ring. You have seen what it can do."
Frodo wanted to believe Galadriel that he really could one day at last reach the slopes of Mount Doom and end the darkness, but like she had said, he could not trust anyone, even her.
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Another tricksy chapter, which even I cannot understand. I hope I will learn to write better before I write the next chapter, because that will be so. . . hmm. . . exciting! Hopefully. Please review!
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Chapter 11
The Fellowship of three was lead through the old trees. One of the elves had tried to bind their eyes but he had been denied, because the looks of the company did not seem to be noticing the ways they were taken. The minds behind their eyes were empty right now, finally they had found the peace in the secret and silent atmosphere of Lóthlorien.
The companions were drawn away from their unconscious state when the elven retinue arrived to an opening. The companions looked to the elves who were staring at something. A hill, crowned with trees, was rising before them proudly against the blue sky. Aragorn sighed, when some distant memories, from a time and place he had almost forgotten on their had journey, filled his mind.
"You are come to Cerin Amroth," and elf said to him and to the two small hobbits, not knowing what to think about these three mysterious wanders. "And to the city of the Galadhrim at dusk."
The elves let Frodo, Sam and Aragorn climb the hill walking on their own, but kept them within reach. Four elves were carrying the body of Boromir. They did not know whether he would be buried in Lóthlorien or carried onwards, but he could not have been left to the forest. In regardless of their friend being carried dead among them, or maybe because of that, the remaining members of the Fellowship felt their spirits getting lighter when they saw the dazzling flowers on the grass of Cerin Amroth.
Carefully Sam made his way towards Frodo, the elves not stopping him. "Master," he whispered. Frodo turned slowly his face towards Sam. "This place," Sam continued, pondering how to express his feelings. "I think we really are protected here. I mean these elves and everything fair around us. From now on we'll be safe," Sam concluded surely, but Frodo contended just by nodding faintly, yet his countenance softened.
* * *
The Fellowship walked as in a dream among the elves, and was soon brought to the city. They climbed up to a tree, frail but beautiful singing echoing all around them. They came to a chamber, which was filled by bright, silver light. Two tall elves stepped before them from the shadows. The companions had to bend their looks down, so outstanding was the fairness of Lady Galadriel. Her golden hair framed her pale and calm face. She wore her clear white dress with a dignified carriage, which clearly told her being the last one in Middle-Earth who had once seen the Light of the Undying Lands.
"Welcome," the other elf beside Galadriel spoke. "Frodo of the Shire. I am Celeborn, Lord of the Woods." He was clad in white too yet his hair was silver. "But I see a great grief has faced your company. Has there been a new counsel we have not heard of, when so few of the Nine Companions are here now?" he then asked dimly.
Galadriel's eyes darkened but she still stood proudly and hold her head up. "Your quest has travelled in the middle of an impermeable bemist, and it has brought down many. Even Gandalf the Wise. . ." for a second her voice failed and she looked at the ground. The Fellowship dared to lift their looks to get a glimpse of her but quickly she was again staring deeply at them and held their eyes. "And the mist has arose from within the Company," she spoke and stared straight at the companions one by one. It was like she had spoken to them, though her lips did not move anymore. "Something was destroying your quest," her soft and low voice filled their minds. "But it is over now. He is dead."
* * *
For many days the Fellowship remained in Lóthlorien, but all they could remember of their stay was that they ate and rested. The ambience in the Galadhrim's city was like time had passed the forest and left a small place in the world without the growing evilness, at least for now. Aragorn and Sam felt their spirits arising and the dread they had felt their entire journey started to pass. But Frodo felt the pain furthermore. Every time he managed to be a while without thinking the quest and what had befallen them the Ring started to feel heavier and made him remember it all once more.
One night Frodo and Sam where wandering around under the high trees where the houses of the Galadhrim were built. Then Lady Galadriel met them and lead them to a secret, enclosed garden. There a small stream ran to a silver basin.
"Do you wish to look into the Mirror?" Galadriel asked the hobbits, who seemed afraid but also a kind of curious to try the silver water.
"What will I see?" Sam asked carefully, taking a short step towards the basin.
Galadriel smiled mysteriously. "That I cannot tell, because that is the choice of the Mirror. It can how things pleasant to you, but also things that you will you had not seen, for they are true. Do you wish to look?" she asked again.
Sam walked slowly to the basin and bent towards it. The surface of the water started to tremble and it formed pictures before Sam's eyes. His countenance was at first happy, but suddenly it changed. Quickly Sam drew his eyes away and walked apart from the basin.
"What did you see?" Frodo asked him quietly.
Sam just shook his head. "First everything was so beautiful but then. . ." he muttered angrily and walked away.
Unsure also Frodo approached the water. He looked questioningly at Galadriel, who nodded. Frodo turned his eyes to the water, which was now black and whirling. For a long time he stared at it and started to slip forward.
"Do not touch the water!" Galadriel commanded softly and the vision on the basin faded. Frodo was drawn away from the basin, breathing heavily. "I know what did you saw," Galadriel told. "For that is what will happen it you will fail," she stated coldly. "It Sauron finds the Ring."
Frodo watched despairing at her. "What chance do I have? I almost could not bring it this far, and from now on the quest will be even harder. I can't do this!" he cried out miserably.
Galadriel felt sympathy for him. "Frodo, it is over now. The one who spread the evil mist inside your company is gone now. But still," she warned. "Trust no-one. Maybe yourself, if you have no other choice. The Ring is perilous."
From her words a thought came to Frodo's mind. He unfastened the Ring from the chain and stretched it out to Galadriel. "Then I will give it to you. It is far too strong for me," he offered hopefully.
Galadriel reached her hand towards the Ring, but suddenly something stopped her. She still held her hand shaking above the Ring but it seemed like she was struggling against her own will. Finally she drew her hand away and laughed with a clear laugh. Frodo looked unbelieving at her. "For so many years I have wondered, what to do if the One Ring came within my grasp," she spoke. "And now when it is freely given to me I realise. The evil deeds in the Fellowship were caused by it and even I could not resist its will. My power would be turned to malicious works, and that power would be too terrible."
"No!" Frodo opposed and pushed the Ring in front of her. "You could use the Ring for good! And make everything so fair and beautiful as in these woods," he tried desperately, though knowing, that the Lady had already decided.
She shook her head sadly. "Nay. It would begin like that, but soon everything would be ruined. Lóthlorien will be ruined what ever happens, our people must go to the West and I shall diminish. But many will stay here, and for them you must try, " she said. "You may succeed Frodo. Just do not underestimate the power of the Ring. You have seen what it can do."
Frodo wanted to believe Galadriel that he really could one day at last reach the slopes of Mount Doom and end the darkness, but like she had said, he could not trust anyone, even her.
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Another tricksy chapter, which even I cannot understand. I hope I will learn to write better before I write the next chapter, because that will be so. . . hmm. . . exciting! Hopefully. Please review!
