Disclaimer: I still own nothing; accept Niphredil, Daisy and Chris Dolan.
Everything else is the properties of the respective owners. I'm your
average broke college student. I do this for nothing accept fun.
(AN: *words* indicate something being sung)
The first thing the young elf became aware of was the fact that it was very cold and very grey where she was. It was not her first time to visit this place; she had gone once before as practice. Galadriel had explained that she was going to the Halls of Mandos or someplace quite like them. The ancient elf was not sure how she had come by these talents. It was a rare, unheard of talent.
Steadying herself; Niphredil became aware that she was covered in a shiny gold film. It seemed to be keeping the spirits from seeing her for what she really was. It also protected her from the forces that kept the spirits where they were. She looked around, trying to figure out where she had last seen the spirits of earthen wizards, and headed west.
*If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May queen*
Suddenly, Niphredil became aware of a fork in the road. One path lead south- west and the other headed north-east.
"Great, what am I going to do now," she thought to herself.
She toyed with the idea of giving up and leaving but she decided to press on. She didn't want to disappoint Patrick, especially after what he did for her. He had fully sundered her from her "Muggle" (as Patrick called them) family. That allowed her to start a new life in Middle Earth. She decided to head north-west, heeding the lyrics of the song she was singing. She would always have the ability to change her path, as the song said.
*Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run,
there's still time to change the road you're on
And it makes me wonder*
Niphredil sighed, feeling like she had been walking for hours and not getting any closer to her goal. Actually, she wasn't sure where her goal was. She knew she's be able to tell when she had reached it, though. She had passed spirits of elves and men and other less pleasant things but no earthen wizards.
"They have to be somewhere," she thought to herself, growing very frustrated.
Sitting down to take a rest she surveyed her surroundings. It appeared she was sitting on a path that cut right through a flat, grey plain. There were sprits milling around everywhere she looked. Some looked miserable while other looked content to be where they were.
"Sitting here's not helping the cause," she though, getting up and brushing herself off, "I've got to keep looking."
*Your head in humming and it won't go in caser you don't know
the piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can't you hear the wind blow, in case you don't know,
your stairway lies on the whispering wind.*
"Whispering wind," Niphredil mumbled to herself.
The she added, "I wonder...."
There did seem in be a wind blowing, making the air hum around her. She started to follow the wind and the hum it created. This led her to an open field where a large group of spirits sat. Each of these spirits was garbed in different colored robes.
"Wizards," she thought to herself, remembering how Patrick described the clothes his people typically wore.
She began to wind her way through the group looking for the four people she was sent to find.
"Where are they?" she thought, growing very annoyed.
There were lots of spirits but she still couldn't find the four wizards Patrick wanted her to find. She was beginning to fear that they weren't among these wizards. Just by chance, she turned and found herself face to face with a wizard who had unruly dark hair and wire rimmed glasses on. Standing with him, were two women with reddish colored hair and bright green eyes and another man with dark hair that wasn't as wild as the first's. Though she didn't know their names, Niphredil let her disguise partially drop. She had a strong feeling that these were the wizards she was looking for.
Niphredil wasn't sure what she looked like to the spirits in this realm but she figured it must have been something very bright because the wizards before her shielded their eyes.
"What is this?!" blurted out one of the women.
"Not what, I think it's a who," said the other women.
"Despite what I look like here and now, I am an elf. I've been sent here to rescue you," Niphredil said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Who sent you?" asked the man with the unruly black hair.
"Patrick Dolan," the elf, simply, replied.
"Prove it," challenged the other dark haired man.
"Alright, I'm guessing you with the glasses is James, am I right," Niphredil said, remembering the descriptions she had heard several days previous.
The wizard nodded and she continued, "Patrick said Moony and Padfoot are waiting for you."
She then turned to the other wizard and said, "You're Christopher, right?"
"That I am. What did Patrick tell you to tell me?" the wizard said, eagerly.
"He said their room from the left duck your head as you go in," the elf replied.
Christopher laughed brightly and smiled knowingly.
"So that leaves you two. You're Lily and Daisy, are you not?" the elf asked.
The two women nodded and one said, "I'm Lily and this is Daisy."
"Ok, Patrick said that Petunia does not send her love," the elf said.
She looked at the four wizards as comprehension filled there faces.
Suddenly, Daisy asked, "Are you really an elf? Like the ones Patrick use to tell us he saw."
"I am, as a matter of fact," she replied, proudly.
"Will you come with me?" the elf asked the wizards.
"Come where?" asked Chris.
"Out of here, that's for sure. I'll take you back to the land of the living. Patrick requested me to do this for him. Will you come?" Niphredil explained.
Without hesitation, James answered, "Of course."
"Good, we'd better get moving. I think the winds are changing," Niphredil mused, "the lot of you had best link hands and someone can take my hand. It's prudent we not loose anybody."
The whispering wind, which has lead her to the four wizards, suddenly changed into a full fledged gale. The four wizards linked hands with James taking the elf's outstretched hand. She began to lead them back in the general direction from which she came.
Niphredil moved as swiftly as her half-elven body could manage. She wasn't sure if her speed was too great for her companions but time seemed to be of the essence. The spirits around her were growing restless, almost unwilling to let her leave. She headed down this path then that, trying to find the portal back. Suddenly, a white light appeared before her. It seemed to be shrinking as she grew closer. Remembering her great-grandmother's direction, she started her song again.
* And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How ev'rything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.*
As she exited the portal, falling with a thud to the ground, she whispered the last line of the song...And she's buying a stairway to heaven....and fell into unconsciousness.
(AN: I know this breaks many of the rules Tolkien set in his works, especially the ones in Morgoth's Ring. I'm very sorry for breaking them. I'm just having a bit of fun here. Please read and review.)
(AN: *words* indicate something being sung)
The first thing the young elf became aware of was the fact that it was very cold and very grey where she was. It was not her first time to visit this place; she had gone once before as practice. Galadriel had explained that she was going to the Halls of Mandos or someplace quite like them. The ancient elf was not sure how she had come by these talents. It was a rare, unheard of talent.
Steadying herself; Niphredil became aware that she was covered in a shiny gold film. It seemed to be keeping the spirits from seeing her for what she really was. It also protected her from the forces that kept the spirits where they were. She looked around, trying to figure out where she had last seen the spirits of earthen wizards, and headed west.
*If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May queen*
Suddenly, Niphredil became aware of a fork in the road. One path lead south- west and the other headed north-east.
"Great, what am I going to do now," she thought to herself.
She toyed with the idea of giving up and leaving but she decided to press on. She didn't want to disappoint Patrick, especially after what he did for her. He had fully sundered her from her "Muggle" (as Patrick called them) family. That allowed her to start a new life in Middle Earth. She decided to head north-west, heeding the lyrics of the song she was singing. She would always have the ability to change her path, as the song said.
*Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run,
there's still time to change the road you're on
And it makes me wonder*
Niphredil sighed, feeling like she had been walking for hours and not getting any closer to her goal. Actually, she wasn't sure where her goal was. She knew she's be able to tell when she had reached it, though. She had passed spirits of elves and men and other less pleasant things but no earthen wizards.
"They have to be somewhere," she thought to herself, growing very frustrated.
Sitting down to take a rest she surveyed her surroundings. It appeared she was sitting on a path that cut right through a flat, grey plain. There were sprits milling around everywhere she looked. Some looked miserable while other looked content to be where they were.
"Sitting here's not helping the cause," she though, getting up and brushing herself off, "I've got to keep looking."
*Your head in humming and it won't go in caser you don't know
the piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can't you hear the wind blow, in case you don't know,
your stairway lies on the whispering wind.*
"Whispering wind," Niphredil mumbled to herself.
The she added, "I wonder...."
There did seem in be a wind blowing, making the air hum around her. She started to follow the wind and the hum it created. This led her to an open field where a large group of spirits sat. Each of these spirits was garbed in different colored robes.
"Wizards," she thought to herself, remembering how Patrick described the clothes his people typically wore.
She began to wind her way through the group looking for the four people she was sent to find.
"Where are they?" she thought, growing very annoyed.
There were lots of spirits but she still couldn't find the four wizards Patrick wanted her to find. She was beginning to fear that they weren't among these wizards. Just by chance, she turned and found herself face to face with a wizard who had unruly dark hair and wire rimmed glasses on. Standing with him, were two women with reddish colored hair and bright green eyes and another man with dark hair that wasn't as wild as the first's. Though she didn't know their names, Niphredil let her disguise partially drop. She had a strong feeling that these were the wizards she was looking for.
Niphredil wasn't sure what she looked like to the spirits in this realm but she figured it must have been something very bright because the wizards before her shielded their eyes.
"What is this?!" blurted out one of the women.
"Not what, I think it's a who," said the other women.
"Despite what I look like here and now, I am an elf. I've been sent here to rescue you," Niphredil said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Who sent you?" asked the man with the unruly black hair.
"Patrick Dolan," the elf, simply, replied.
"Prove it," challenged the other dark haired man.
"Alright, I'm guessing you with the glasses is James, am I right," Niphredil said, remembering the descriptions she had heard several days previous.
The wizard nodded and she continued, "Patrick said Moony and Padfoot are waiting for you."
She then turned to the other wizard and said, "You're Christopher, right?"
"That I am. What did Patrick tell you to tell me?" the wizard said, eagerly.
"He said their room from the left duck your head as you go in," the elf replied.
Christopher laughed brightly and smiled knowingly.
"So that leaves you two. You're Lily and Daisy, are you not?" the elf asked.
The two women nodded and one said, "I'm Lily and this is Daisy."
"Ok, Patrick said that Petunia does not send her love," the elf said.
She looked at the four wizards as comprehension filled there faces.
Suddenly, Daisy asked, "Are you really an elf? Like the ones Patrick use to tell us he saw."
"I am, as a matter of fact," she replied, proudly.
"Will you come with me?" the elf asked the wizards.
"Come where?" asked Chris.
"Out of here, that's for sure. I'll take you back to the land of the living. Patrick requested me to do this for him. Will you come?" Niphredil explained.
Without hesitation, James answered, "Of course."
"Good, we'd better get moving. I think the winds are changing," Niphredil mused, "the lot of you had best link hands and someone can take my hand. It's prudent we not loose anybody."
The whispering wind, which has lead her to the four wizards, suddenly changed into a full fledged gale. The four wizards linked hands with James taking the elf's outstretched hand. She began to lead them back in the general direction from which she came.
Niphredil moved as swiftly as her half-elven body could manage. She wasn't sure if her speed was too great for her companions but time seemed to be of the essence. The spirits around her were growing restless, almost unwilling to let her leave. She headed down this path then that, trying to find the portal back. Suddenly, a white light appeared before her. It seemed to be shrinking as she grew closer. Remembering her great-grandmother's direction, she started her song again.
* And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How ev'rything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.*
As she exited the portal, falling with a thud to the ground, she whispered the last line of the song...And she's buying a stairway to heaven....and fell into unconsciousness.
(AN: I know this breaks many of the rules Tolkien set in his works, especially the ones in Morgoth's Ring. I'm very sorry for breaking them. I'm just having a bit of fun here. Please read and review.)