DISCLAIMER: All characters, names, etc., were created by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Only this original scene and dialogue was created by me. (Please read the
author's note at the end.)
For as long as I can remember, I have been in the care of Gandalf. For many years I have traveled with him. He has protected me, and I, for my part, have made his life less wearying. But I don't know my history before Gandalf. I don't know where I come from or what my role in this world is.
"Narya," Gandalf spoke. "I know that you do not know your own history. Long have your origins been kept secret from you, just as your recent history has been kept secret from the Eldar."
Was this the moment I was waiting for? Was I finally going to find out what I have longed to know for thousands of years?
"We will journey to Lothlorien," Gandalf said. "Elrond also is journeying there. Together with Galadriel, we reveal everything to you."
Lothlorien! That was not far. And I had been on much longer and more perilous journeys. Soon, soon I would know just who and what I was.
We arrived shortly after Elrond himself. Now, Gandalf and Elrond and Galadriel would tell me my origins and how I came to be in Gandalf's care.
"Let us seek solitude, "Galadriel said.
Then we were alone with no other elves nearby. Outwardly, I was patiently waiting. Inwardly, I was dying for someone to begin the tale. Elrond it was who spoke first.
"Narya, the end of this age draws near, and all your memories are of this age," he said. "But it was in the Second Age that you came into being. You came from the elves."
"I'm an elf?" I said. "But. but -"
"I did not say you were an elf," Elrond said. "I said you came from the elves."
"Celebrimbor brought you into this world," Galadriel said. "A thing of power and beauty you were, untouched by the hand of Sauron, though many of your kind were."
"I think," Gandalf said, "it is time to reveal the others."
Then Galadriel and Elrond revealed others like me, and yet different from me.
"Narya, these are your siblings," Elrond said. "Nenya and Vilya."
I was amazed. I had had no idea that I was one of three.
"Nenya has dwelt with Galadriel in Lorien these many years," Gandalf said. "Vilya, the mightiest of you three, has been with Elrond in Rivendell. You were originally entrusted to Cirdan, but he passed you on to me when I came from the West."
"Now your time is drawing to an end along with this age," Gandalf said, speaking to me, Nenya and Vilya. "The Ringbearer seeks to destroy the One Ring. If he succeeds, your power shall fade and then we shall carry you into the West when we go."
"And if he fails ." Elrond began. But I was no longer listening. It couldn't matter to me if this Ringbearer failed in his quest. I was alight with the fire of happiness. Nothing could happen to me that would be worse than not knowing my identity, finally revealed to me after all these years.
***** Author's Note ***** This is the first fanfic I've ever written. Please tell me what you thought of it.
This piece was inspired by numerous bad Mary-Sue fics. First of all, because they often seem to feature an OC as Gandalf's ward, adopted daughter, etc. Second of all, to make fun of OC's who often seem to be in ignorance of their parentage, etc. (and often turn out to be of elvish origin). Third of all, I'm just waiting to see an OC that is named Narya or something equally inappropriate. In writing this, I tried to parody the form while staying as close as possible to canon (though obviously I took artistic license by making Narya able to think and speak).
For as long as I can remember, I have been in the care of Gandalf. For many years I have traveled with him. He has protected me, and I, for my part, have made his life less wearying. But I don't know my history before Gandalf. I don't know where I come from or what my role in this world is.
"Narya," Gandalf spoke. "I know that you do not know your own history. Long have your origins been kept secret from you, just as your recent history has been kept secret from the Eldar."
Was this the moment I was waiting for? Was I finally going to find out what I have longed to know for thousands of years?
"We will journey to Lothlorien," Gandalf said. "Elrond also is journeying there. Together with Galadriel, we reveal everything to you."
Lothlorien! That was not far. And I had been on much longer and more perilous journeys. Soon, soon I would know just who and what I was.
We arrived shortly after Elrond himself. Now, Gandalf and Elrond and Galadriel would tell me my origins and how I came to be in Gandalf's care.
"Let us seek solitude, "Galadriel said.
Then we were alone with no other elves nearby. Outwardly, I was patiently waiting. Inwardly, I was dying for someone to begin the tale. Elrond it was who spoke first.
"Narya, the end of this age draws near, and all your memories are of this age," he said. "But it was in the Second Age that you came into being. You came from the elves."
"I'm an elf?" I said. "But. but -"
"I did not say you were an elf," Elrond said. "I said you came from the elves."
"Celebrimbor brought you into this world," Galadriel said. "A thing of power and beauty you were, untouched by the hand of Sauron, though many of your kind were."
"I think," Gandalf said, "it is time to reveal the others."
Then Galadriel and Elrond revealed others like me, and yet different from me.
"Narya, these are your siblings," Elrond said. "Nenya and Vilya."
I was amazed. I had had no idea that I was one of three.
"Nenya has dwelt with Galadriel in Lorien these many years," Gandalf said. "Vilya, the mightiest of you three, has been with Elrond in Rivendell. You were originally entrusted to Cirdan, but he passed you on to me when I came from the West."
"Now your time is drawing to an end along with this age," Gandalf said, speaking to me, Nenya and Vilya. "The Ringbearer seeks to destroy the One Ring. If he succeeds, your power shall fade and then we shall carry you into the West when we go."
"And if he fails ." Elrond began. But I was no longer listening. It couldn't matter to me if this Ringbearer failed in his quest. I was alight with the fire of happiness. Nothing could happen to me that would be worse than not knowing my identity, finally revealed to me after all these years.
***** Author's Note ***** This is the first fanfic I've ever written. Please tell me what you thought of it.
This piece was inspired by numerous bad Mary-Sue fics. First of all, because they often seem to feature an OC as Gandalf's ward, adopted daughter, etc. Second of all, to make fun of OC's who often seem to be in ignorance of their parentage, etc. (and often turn out to be of elvish origin). Third of all, I'm just waiting to see an OC that is named Narya or something equally inappropriate. In writing this, I tried to parody the form while staying as close as possible to canon (though obviously I took artistic license by making Narya able to think and speak).