Chapter Six
Doesn't a Déjà vu mean a glitch in the Matrix?
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We arrived at Mirkwood court and I was amazed . . . Great fires roared, and Wood-Elves were everywhere, drinking, talking, and singing. Comfortable chairs were everywhere, and it was quite a sight. Suddenly a thin stream of a pure, solid voice trickled through to our ears, rising up to drown out the rest of the hall.
I tier oiale peluviar Nuello I non 'lagyes ndu Si hae palan I tier peler A im kele khil asca tier Farothyes soronoly
"How did they--?" Frodo asked in amazement, looking at Gandalf."
"One can only assume they heard it from Bilbo," Gandalf said with a twinkle in his eye.
I looked around, confused, and then suddenly the tune registered in my head. It was the walking song, in elvish. I laughed, and continued to take in the beauty of the great hall of Mirkwood. We were led by a she-elf in a flowing green dress to where King Thranduil sat.
"Well, if it isn't the cowardly princeling," he said. "What became of your. consort?" he sneered.
Legolas closed his eyes and calmed himself. Nikki looked at him, bewildered.
He opened his eyes again, and glared at Thranduil. "We need to put away our differences and just get through this, then I'll be gone."
"Of course you will," Thranduil sneered. "Back to your cowardly whore?"
Legolas started forward, but Aragorn put out his hand.
"Calm down, Legolas," He said in an undertone to the prince.
"We just need to sort this out, and get some help," He said to Thranduil. "We need to defeat Sauron, all we're asking is one night's peace and a few days' provisions."
"Defeat Sauron, you say?"
"Yes," Gandalf said.
"And just how do you propose to do that? Sauron's One Ring of Power has surfaced and been destroyed twice. What are you going to do different?"
"It has been discovered that Sauron's source of power was not the one ring of power as had once been thought. Just as Gondor's White Tree-" Pippin's ears perked up- "Mordor had its tree. It seems as though the Valar do have their sense of balance and symmetry."
"So what do you propose we do?" Thranduil sneered.
"The black tree of Mordor grows and thrives not in Mordor itself. Nothing can grow in that foul land. Rather, it takes its residence in your kingdom."
"Preposterous. We would have known."
"We did not know ourselves until recently. Sauron has blinded us from this truth."
"Mithrandir, if Mordor takes its power from Mirkwood, why do we still survive here, completely unaware to the apparent danger?"
"I do not know. All I know is that the black tree must be destroyed. We cannot simply let it thrive. Therefore, we must find it and destroy it."
"How do you propose to do that?"
"Burn it."
"How can you do that? The One Ring could not be destroyed by ordinary means, what makes you think the black tree could be?"
"We have to try."
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We arrived at Mirkwood court and I was amazed . . . Great fires roared, and Wood-Elves were everywhere, drinking, talking, and singing. Comfortable chairs were everywhere, and it was quite a sight. Suddenly a thin stream of a pure, solid voice trickled through to our ears, rising up to drown out the rest of the hall.
I tier oiale peluviar Nuello I non 'lagyes ndu Si hae palan I tier peler A im kele khil asca tier Farothyes soronoly
"How did they--?" Frodo asked in amazement, looking at Gandalf."
"One can only assume they heard it from Bilbo," Gandalf said with a twinkle in his eye.
I looked around, confused, and then suddenly the tune registered in my head. It was the walking song, in elvish. I laughed, and continued to take in the beauty of the great hall of Mirkwood. We were led by a she-elf in a flowing green dress to where King Thranduil sat.
"Well, if it isn't the cowardly princeling," he said. "What became of your. consort?" he sneered.
Legolas closed his eyes and calmed himself. Nikki looked at him, bewildered.
He opened his eyes again, and glared at Thranduil. "We need to put away our differences and just get through this, then I'll be gone."
"Of course you will," Thranduil sneered. "Back to your cowardly whore?"
Legolas started forward, but Aragorn put out his hand.
"Calm down, Legolas," He said in an undertone to the prince.
"We just need to sort this out, and get some help," He said to Thranduil. "We need to defeat Sauron, all we're asking is one night's peace and a few days' provisions."
"Defeat Sauron, you say?"
"Yes," Gandalf said.
"And just how do you propose to do that? Sauron's One Ring of Power has surfaced and been destroyed twice. What are you going to do different?"
"It has been discovered that Sauron's source of power was not the one ring of power as had once been thought. Just as Gondor's White Tree-" Pippin's ears perked up- "Mordor had its tree. It seems as though the Valar do have their sense of balance and symmetry."
"So what do you propose we do?" Thranduil sneered.
"The black tree of Mordor grows and thrives not in Mordor itself. Nothing can grow in that foul land. Rather, it takes its residence in your kingdom."
"Preposterous. We would have known."
"We did not know ourselves until recently. Sauron has blinded us from this truth."
"Mithrandir, if Mordor takes its power from Mirkwood, why do we still survive here, completely unaware to the apparent danger?"
"I do not know. All I know is that the black tree must be destroyed. We cannot simply let it thrive. Therefore, we must find it and destroy it."
"How do you propose to do that?"
"Burn it."
"How can you do that? The One Ring could not be destroyed by ordinary means, what makes you think the black tree could be?"
"We have to try."
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