It was twelve years after Aragorn's walkout on our engagement night, and my
father was going to introduce me to Mithrandir or Gandalf, who I had met on
my engagement night. I was busy, I had trained myself to be a warrior, and
I had gotten to the point where I could not learn anymore. Gandalf was of
the magic folk, I think like my grandmother in Lorien.
I was practicing my archery, when he rode up, gray hat and all, and he was singing which I thought that was funny. I laughed.
"Ah the ever beautiful and strong Lady Ardonelle", he said in usual authoritative tone.
"I take it you must be Gandalf the Grey", I said curtsying.
"Yes, your father must have told you to call me Mithrandir", he said, as if he was reading my mind.
"Well my father is in his office", I said returning to my practice.
"I didn't travel from Isengaurd just to speak to your father, I came to speak to you." He said. I nodded, my whole breakup had taken a toll on my life, and I hadn't done anything for society for a while.
"Ardonelle your family is concerned about you. From what I hear you don't eat, sleep, or do anything social, unless you consider living in Bree social" he said dismounting.
"That is correct", I said more bored than before. "I am here to break that vicious cycle and get you do more healthy things with your time, like write a book, or help your father." He said to me.
I nodded, I really did have a vicious cycle, but to break it, that would be torture. My father came outside, his hair obliviously freshly braided.
"Ah Gandalf, so good to see you", my father said, shaking his hand.
"I see you've met my oldest and proudest daughter, Lady Ardonelle", my father formally introducing me. My grand sister walked out of the house, her usual gorgeous dress on her body and her hair glistening in the sun.
"Princess Arwen", Gandalf bowed. The understanding is that I am a princess, yet I can't stand it. I don't need to be treated any different from my cousins.
"Ardonelle, there is a place west of here called the Shire", Gandalf said, " I am in close contact with its' mayor, Bilbo Baggins. He's an old friend. I'd like to introduce you to him, he's quite the character." He finished.
"I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem, my studies have ceased. Father, what do you think?" I turned to him.
"There is nothing stopping you from going. You just go off and have a good time", he said, patting my head. I went to retrieve my horse Macaques. As I mounted my white beauty, Gandalf noticed my male like dress. I wear travel stained clothes, for comfort.
"Is a custom for the oldest girl in the house to give away all her gowns?" Gandalf asked me.
"No, I'm much more comfortable." I told him. We ride on until we reach Bree. I am very familiar here. I walked into the inn at the Prancing Pony and all but one-man cheered. I made my intentions known that I am here on business. I retired to the largest of the rooms upstairs. Morning comes quicker that I imagined it does, or Gandalf woke me up far too early. I washed up quickly, and rode west until we reached the Shire. We headed in the direction toward Hobbition. It is Gandalf's turn to be recognized. We rode through the Shire's roads until we stopped at a house underneath a hill. Gandalf later told me the name of this house it was called Bag End. A short, middle aged, looking man with curly blonde hair and soft blue eyes come out of Bag End with a smile on his face.
"Gandalf! So good to see you!" he said.
"This is Lady Ardonelle of Rivendell" Gandalf introduces me. .
"I am Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, I have been on so many adventures." He said to me. A look of remembrance comes his face,
"You're that lady elf who wrote that book, what's it called again?" he asked me.
"Yes, I wrote Crime and Parliament", I said totally unsuspecting that anyone besides elves would know my book.
"Come in, Come in and have something to drink", he said.
"Tea for me", Gandalf said.
"Have you ever made elvish tea?" I asked him.
"No, of course not. I am a hobbit", he said.
"Then I shall show you how", I said heading towards the kitchen armed with some herbs from outside Bilbo's home. I made a batch of the strongest tea I know, but water it down. I poured some for Gandalf and Bilbo, and then for me.
"You have learned well", Bilbo said.
"You can thank Lady Galadrial, she taught me how", I said.
"You know the Lady of the Light?" he asked me in awe.
"Yes, she is my grandmother", I said. A shocked look comes to his face, yet I am not surprised at all.
"And you wrote Crime and Parliament?" he asked me.
"Yes I have. I suppose you will want to know how I came to write this book," I said.
"Ardonelle, I have business matters to attend to. You know your way home." Gandalf said to me. I nodded; I have been the Shire before.
"First, do you have a copy of the book?" I asked him.
"Why of course", he said and went off to get it. I sip my tea and look around for signs of a woman or children. I find none of a woman, but signs of a child. He must be thirty-one years of age, and very bright.
"Ah ha, I knew I had a copy", Bilbo said returning with my book. .
"I don't mean to be rude, but do you have any children?" I asked him.
"Yes I do. Not my own of course, my second cousin's on my father's side" he said, a look of sadness coming to his eyes.
"I came up with this idea from a crime that occurred in Lorien. I was just 1,052 years old, at the time I wrote this book", I said to him. .
"This is one of my favorite books. Do you plan to write anything else?" he asked me.
"No, I wish I could though." I told him.
"Ah", he said and then pours himself and me some more of my tea. To my surprise a thirty-year-old hobbit with curly brown hair, a warm smile, and beautiful blue eyes walks in the door.
"Bilbo, Sam and I are going off for a walk", he said to his uncle.
"Frodo, this is Lady Ardonelle of Rivendell, and the writer of a well-known elvish book", Bilbo said to his younger nephew. Judging by the way the two use their first names smoothly, their relationship is one I am already jealous of. I stand to shake Frodo's hand. He grips it firm, yet gentle.
"Pleasure to meet you", I said just to break the silence.
"Same here", Frodo said, and he nods to his uncle. He runs off waving.
"He's a sweet boy", I said to Bilbo.
"You sound as if you like him", Bilbo said.
"You miss nothing." I have just met Bilbo and we have already become fast friends.
"Do you wish to stay here for the night?" Bilbo asked me. "Yes, thank you. I will have someone deliver a note to my father immediately." I said.
"No problem, you can use my desk", he said, leading me to the way. I walk into his library. I say it's a library because the room is filled from floor to ceiling with books and maps. I sit down at his desk and begin to write in Sindrain to my father.
"Is everything alright?" Bilbo asked me while I write my father.
"Yes. Your library is very extensive I have not seen one like this since Lady Idril's home." I told him.
"Good, you may borrow any of these books", Bilbo said to me.
I am shocked, not so much as I am grateful. I have read most of the books in my father and grandfather's domain.
"Thank you. You will be sure to see me often", I said to him. He chuckles, and walks off. What an interesting day this has been, I write to my sister now, and tell her all about Frodo and Bilbo, my sister has always enjoyed hearing my stories. I finish both letters, and return to my tea. Bilbo has left me a note that he has stepped out for a moment. I use the time to look around. I hit my head on a beam overhead; this house was not made for elves that are five feet and seven inches tall.
I find my way I into his sitting room, a roaring fire no doubt going. Suddenly I feel back at home with my own fire going. I believe I can get used to living here in the Shire, surrounded by people shorter than I am. The love feeling is what I lack at home.
Bilbo returns home and I am in a chair reading one of his stories.
"I've seen you've found my Mirkwood tales. They are dreadful elves, they are. Cruel and drunk", he said reliving some memories of his journeys.
"I know one. Prince Legolas. I heard he's extremely nice", I said, counteracting.
"His son maybe nice, but the King is not." He said. I nodded I have been engaged to his son, Thandruil, who thinks he rules all of Middle-Earth. At that moment I yawn.
"Are you tired?" Bilbo asked me.
"No, just not used to talking so much" I said, then I added,
"Elvish women are designed to be seen and not heard. I've always believed in the direct opposite."
"You are a strong willed woman. I would hate to see you marry and throw your life away", Bilbo, said. He yawns this time.
"That is enough lessons for one day"; he gets up and goes into his bedroom.
"Good night Ardonelle".
"Good night Bilbo."
It is then I realize that I don't have a place to sleep. I walk into a room. It is the extra bedroom. I can tell by the lack of scents. I am known to have a strong sense of smell.
I take off my boots and bet and tuck myself into bed. Outside, Bilbo and Gandalf discuss my future, yet I do not know that they are.
"She's shown wonderful strength. No other woman could pull off what she's done after the heir left her", Gandalf said, very strongly.
"She's smart. She writes well, and she's a society woman", Bilbo added.
"She'll be going places. I won't be surprised when she starts training armies and ruling countries", Gandalf said. The two continue their conversation and finally Gandalf goes off to sleep. I wake the next morning to the smell of eggs and sausages.
"Good morning, miss", Frodo said
"Good morning, Frodo. How have you been", I said to him.
"Fine, thank you." He said and goes on eating.
"Would you like some tea? Or perhaps some eggs?" Bilbo begins to fire
questions at me.
"Nothing much, just some eggs and some tea." I replied.
"Good, good strength is good for you", Bilbo said running to fetch me
my tea. I sat down at the table, pulled the napkin down and into my
lap. Frodo notes my ensemble, and notes how I sit at the table.
"Were you taught to fold your hands in your lap?" Frodo asked me.
I nodded, "Yes in fact I was. I had to learn how to do that, and eat
properly."
"I also suppose you learned how to sip tea and wine", he said, this
time clearly mocking me.
I laughed, "You are one bright young lad".
"Thank you." He said. Bilbo returns with my tea, and he notices us
laughing.
"You kids, always having fun", Bilbo muttered.
"I did not catch your age, Ardonelle", Frodo said.
"I did not reveal it, I am 2,012", I said to him.
"You look no more than twenty", Frodo said back to me.
"You must be thirty one or so", I said to him. "Yes", he said.
"And thank you", I said. The conversation for the remainder of
breakfast is silent.
"I must go. I will be riding through night to get to Rivendell", I
said and kneel down to give Bilbo a hug.
"Stay safe. Ride with the wind", he said to me. I hugged Frodo too. No
harm in that, I think. I rode with the wind and caught some showers
too. It took me a day and a half to reach Rivendell. My vacation from
everything here has brought Aragorn home.
"I was hoping you wouldn't show up", I said to him.
"I know you're mad. You have all reason to be." he said, bowing his as
if I was some priest.
" Of course I do", I said and walked off.
"What was that about? Walking off on your future king, who'll gladly
give you a seat in his court for you", my father begins to yell.
"If he was doing what he was supposed to be doing, then none of this
would have ever happened", I said to him, now furious.
"Believe that he is", he said to me. ~* A/N Being that you have reached this far, I give you a cookie, and Orlando bloom's shirt, keep going, things get interesting~*
I was practicing my archery, when he rode up, gray hat and all, and he was singing which I thought that was funny. I laughed.
"Ah the ever beautiful and strong Lady Ardonelle", he said in usual authoritative tone.
"I take it you must be Gandalf the Grey", I said curtsying.
"Yes, your father must have told you to call me Mithrandir", he said, as if he was reading my mind.
"Well my father is in his office", I said returning to my practice.
"I didn't travel from Isengaurd just to speak to your father, I came to speak to you." He said. I nodded, my whole breakup had taken a toll on my life, and I hadn't done anything for society for a while.
"Ardonelle your family is concerned about you. From what I hear you don't eat, sleep, or do anything social, unless you consider living in Bree social" he said dismounting.
"That is correct", I said more bored than before. "I am here to break that vicious cycle and get you do more healthy things with your time, like write a book, or help your father." He said to me.
I nodded, I really did have a vicious cycle, but to break it, that would be torture. My father came outside, his hair obliviously freshly braided.
"Ah Gandalf, so good to see you", my father said, shaking his hand.
"I see you've met my oldest and proudest daughter, Lady Ardonelle", my father formally introducing me. My grand sister walked out of the house, her usual gorgeous dress on her body and her hair glistening in the sun.
"Princess Arwen", Gandalf bowed. The understanding is that I am a princess, yet I can't stand it. I don't need to be treated any different from my cousins.
"Ardonelle, there is a place west of here called the Shire", Gandalf said, " I am in close contact with its' mayor, Bilbo Baggins. He's an old friend. I'd like to introduce you to him, he's quite the character." He finished.
"I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem, my studies have ceased. Father, what do you think?" I turned to him.
"There is nothing stopping you from going. You just go off and have a good time", he said, patting my head. I went to retrieve my horse Macaques. As I mounted my white beauty, Gandalf noticed my male like dress. I wear travel stained clothes, for comfort.
"Is a custom for the oldest girl in the house to give away all her gowns?" Gandalf asked me.
"No, I'm much more comfortable." I told him. We ride on until we reach Bree. I am very familiar here. I walked into the inn at the Prancing Pony and all but one-man cheered. I made my intentions known that I am here on business. I retired to the largest of the rooms upstairs. Morning comes quicker that I imagined it does, or Gandalf woke me up far too early. I washed up quickly, and rode west until we reached the Shire. We headed in the direction toward Hobbition. It is Gandalf's turn to be recognized. We rode through the Shire's roads until we stopped at a house underneath a hill. Gandalf later told me the name of this house it was called Bag End. A short, middle aged, looking man with curly blonde hair and soft blue eyes come out of Bag End with a smile on his face.
"Gandalf! So good to see you!" he said.
"This is Lady Ardonelle of Rivendell" Gandalf introduces me. .
"I am Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, I have been on so many adventures." He said to me. A look of remembrance comes his face,
"You're that lady elf who wrote that book, what's it called again?" he asked me.
"Yes, I wrote Crime and Parliament", I said totally unsuspecting that anyone besides elves would know my book.
"Come in, Come in and have something to drink", he said.
"Tea for me", Gandalf said.
"Have you ever made elvish tea?" I asked him.
"No, of course not. I am a hobbit", he said.
"Then I shall show you how", I said heading towards the kitchen armed with some herbs from outside Bilbo's home. I made a batch of the strongest tea I know, but water it down. I poured some for Gandalf and Bilbo, and then for me.
"You have learned well", Bilbo said.
"You can thank Lady Galadrial, she taught me how", I said.
"You know the Lady of the Light?" he asked me in awe.
"Yes, she is my grandmother", I said. A shocked look comes to his face, yet I am not surprised at all.
"And you wrote Crime and Parliament?" he asked me.
"Yes I have. I suppose you will want to know how I came to write this book," I said.
"Ardonelle, I have business matters to attend to. You know your way home." Gandalf said to me. I nodded; I have been the Shire before.
"First, do you have a copy of the book?" I asked him.
"Why of course", he said and went off to get it. I sip my tea and look around for signs of a woman or children. I find none of a woman, but signs of a child. He must be thirty-one years of age, and very bright.
"Ah ha, I knew I had a copy", Bilbo said returning with my book. .
"I don't mean to be rude, but do you have any children?" I asked him.
"Yes I do. Not my own of course, my second cousin's on my father's side" he said, a look of sadness coming to his eyes.
"I came up with this idea from a crime that occurred in Lorien. I was just 1,052 years old, at the time I wrote this book", I said to him. .
"This is one of my favorite books. Do you plan to write anything else?" he asked me.
"No, I wish I could though." I told him.
"Ah", he said and then pours himself and me some more of my tea. To my surprise a thirty-year-old hobbit with curly brown hair, a warm smile, and beautiful blue eyes walks in the door.
"Bilbo, Sam and I are going off for a walk", he said to his uncle.
"Frodo, this is Lady Ardonelle of Rivendell, and the writer of a well-known elvish book", Bilbo said to his younger nephew. Judging by the way the two use their first names smoothly, their relationship is one I am already jealous of. I stand to shake Frodo's hand. He grips it firm, yet gentle.
"Pleasure to meet you", I said just to break the silence.
"Same here", Frodo said, and he nods to his uncle. He runs off waving.
"He's a sweet boy", I said to Bilbo.
"You sound as if you like him", Bilbo said.
"You miss nothing." I have just met Bilbo and we have already become fast friends.
"Do you wish to stay here for the night?" Bilbo asked me. "Yes, thank you. I will have someone deliver a note to my father immediately." I said.
"No problem, you can use my desk", he said, leading me to the way. I walk into his library. I say it's a library because the room is filled from floor to ceiling with books and maps. I sit down at his desk and begin to write in Sindrain to my father.
"Is everything alright?" Bilbo asked me while I write my father.
"Yes. Your library is very extensive I have not seen one like this since Lady Idril's home." I told him.
"Good, you may borrow any of these books", Bilbo said to me.
I am shocked, not so much as I am grateful. I have read most of the books in my father and grandfather's domain.
"Thank you. You will be sure to see me often", I said to him. He chuckles, and walks off. What an interesting day this has been, I write to my sister now, and tell her all about Frodo and Bilbo, my sister has always enjoyed hearing my stories. I finish both letters, and return to my tea. Bilbo has left me a note that he has stepped out for a moment. I use the time to look around. I hit my head on a beam overhead; this house was not made for elves that are five feet and seven inches tall.
I find my way I into his sitting room, a roaring fire no doubt going. Suddenly I feel back at home with my own fire going. I believe I can get used to living here in the Shire, surrounded by people shorter than I am. The love feeling is what I lack at home.
Bilbo returns home and I am in a chair reading one of his stories.
"I've seen you've found my Mirkwood tales. They are dreadful elves, they are. Cruel and drunk", he said reliving some memories of his journeys.
"I know one. Prince Legolas. I heard he's extremely nice", I said, counteracting.
"His son maybe nice, but the King is not." He said. I nodded I have been engaged to his son, Thandruil, who thinks he rules all of Middle-Earth. At that moment I yawn.
"Are you tired?" Bilbo asked me.
"No, just not used to talking so much" I said, then I added,
"Elvish women are designed to be seen and not heard. I've always believed in the direct opposite."
"You are a strong willed woman. I would hate to see you marry and throw your life away", Bilbo, said. He yawns this time.
"That is enough lessons for one day"; he gets up and goes into his bedroom.
"Good night Ardonelle".
"Good night Bilbo."
It is then I realize that I don't have a place to sleep. I walk into a room. It is the extra bedroom. I can tell by the lack of scents. I am known to have a strong sense of smell.
I take off my boots and bet and tuck myself into bed. Outside, Bilbo and Gandalf discuss my future, yet I do not know that they are.
"She's shown wonderful strength. No other woman could pull off what she's done after the heir left her", Gandalf said, very strongly.
"She's smart. She writes well, and she's a society woman", Bilbo added.
"She'll be going places. I won't be surprised when she starts training armies and ruling countries", Gandalf said. The two continue their conversation and finally Gandalf goes off to sleep. I wake the next morning to the smell of eggs and sausages.
"Good morning, miss", Frodo said
"Good morning, Frodo. How have you been", I said to him.
"Fine, thank you." He said and goes on eating.
"Would you like some tea? Or perhaps some eggs?" Bilbo begins to fire
questions at me.
"Nothing much, just some eggs and some tea." I replied.
"Good, good strength is good for you", Bilbo said running to fetch me
my tea. I sat down at the table, pulled the napkin down and into my
lap. Frodo notes my ensemble, and notes how I sit at the table.
"Were you taught to fold your hands in your lap?" Frodo asked me.
I nodded, "Yes in fact I was. I had to learn how to do that, and eat
properly."
"I also suppose you learned how to sip tea and wine", he said, this
time clearly mocking me.
I laughed, "You are one bright young lad".
"Thank you." He said. Bilbo returns with my tea, and he notices us
laughing.
"You kids, always having fun", Bilbo muttered.
"I did not catch your age, Ardonelle", Frodo said.
"I did not reveal it, I am 2,012", I said to him.
"You look no more than twenty", Frodo said back to me.
"You must be thirty one or so", I said to him. "Yes", he said.
"And thank you", I said. The conversation for the remainder of
breakfast is silent.
"I must go. I will be riding through night to get to Rivendell", I
said and kneel down to give Bilbo a hug.
"Stay safe. Ride with the wind", he said to me. I hugged Frodo too. No
harm in that, I think. I rode with the wind and caught some showers
too. It took me a day and a half to reach Rivendell. My vacation from
everything here has brought Aragorn home.
"I was hoping you wouldn't show up", I said to him.
"I know you're mad. You have all reason to be." he said, bowing his as
if I was some priest.
" Of course I do", I said and walked off.
"What was that about? Walking off on your future king, who'll gladly
give you a seat in his court for you", my father begins to yell.
"If he was doing what he was supposed to be doing, then none of this
would have ever happened", I said to him, now furious.
"Believe that he is", he said to me. ~* A/N Being that you have reached this far, I give you a cookie, and Orlando bloom's shirt, keep going, things get interesting~*