Galadriel's answers are here, I hope I do her justice for you Hydro! And
Sam is up next – sorry lily potter but he is a member of the Fellowship so
I'm not going to ignore him! I'll try and make him entertaining. Thanks for
all the reviews, and I'm still looking for a sneaky plan to do Gollum if
anyone has any inspiration! Anyway… here's Galadriel!
"Well, I do declare!" Sam exclaimed to himself. "What are you doing here?" Digging the soil around his roses had unearthed a long worm that squirmed around the surface of the rich dark soil. "You'd best be off home." Sam said smiling and set the pink worm down away from where he was working, then continued his gardening.
"Samwise! Samwise!" A high silvery voice disturbed him but he did not mind the break.
"Here Rosie love." He watched the lovely hobbit run towards him, wonder all over her features. She flew at him, dropping to her knees and clasping a dirty hand in hers.
"Oh my, Sam. You'll never guess who's here!"
"Another arrogant elf no doubt. Or perhaps a dwarf?"
Rosie stopped for a moment. "How did you know? T'is an elf indeed, asking for you Sam my love!" She started to get up, dragging Sam up with her. "Come in and wash up! Come on!"
Sam couldn't help but smile at Rosie's enthusiasm and indulged her by running behind her. Stopping only briefly to rinse his soiled hands and grab a towel, he followed Rosie into the sitting room, expecting to see Glorfindel who had been a frequent visitor recently. Sam's mouth dropped open; a blond elf was indeed sat on Bag-End's floor, but it was not the Rivendell elf.
"Sam? You remember Haldir?" Frodo was sat by the fire, and had apparently been entertaining the Lorien elf. At his name, Haldir smiled at Sam.
"My apologies for not rising, but my head is already pounding from greeting Frodo." He glanced over at Frodo who smiled guiltily. Sam insisted that Haldir stay where he was and perched on another chair.
"Now that you are both present, I can pass on my messages to you both." Haldir said, thereby easing Sam's confusion as to why the elf should be in the Shire, and more importantly, in the sitting room of Bag-End. He handed the two hobbits a letter each, who both studied the envelopes intently. "And now I must away to pass on a few more." Haldir began to rise but Rosie jumped up first.
"I insist offering you refreshment before you go, master elf." She said, the hostess to the last. Haldir smiled at her.
"I thank you for the offer, and accept with gratitude little mistress."
Rosie hid a large grin at the elf's words and hurried into the kitchen. Frodo seemed content to stare at the letter a little longer but Sam was too curious. Still, he did not wish to appear rude. "I'll go and help Rosie." He mumbled, restraining himself from bolting from the room.
"It's so exciting!" Rosie whispered as she heard Sam enter. "Open it Sam!" He did as she asked and pulled the letter out. Reading:
First make a copy of this letter and change the answers so they apply to you. Then send it to all the people you know. You may learn some interesting facts about your friends!
"Good grief! Another one – but this one's from the Lady of Lothlorien herself! No wonder poor Haldir is so far from home." Sam exclaimed before turning to Rosie with a sparkle in his eyes. "You remember what I told you of the beauty of Lady Galadriel?"
"Oh yes." Rosie said, turning away to watch the kettle over the fire. "The most wondrous sight of the world."
Sam picked up the slight jealousy in Rosie's words, and brushed her dark hair away from her face, before planting a kiss on her cheek. "She'll never compare to you my love."
"Oh Sam!" Rosie briefly threw her arms around his neck before looking at the letter in his hand once more. "So what does the second most lovely lady in the land have to say?" She asked.
"Let's see." Sam replied.
Name: Galadriel.
Nicknames: The Lady, the Mistress of Magic.
If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? I am satisfied at present within my woods unless I were to depart for the Havens, but Imladris would be a worthy substitute. Then perhaps I would be able to see my great-grandson, granddaughter and son-in-law in one fell swoop.
What is your favourite place to be? Nothing soothes me more than the quiet rippling of the Nimrodel.
What is your least favourite place to be? Regrettably within my woods as the foul servants of the enemy lay siege upon us. The very trees around me still feel contaminated by their presence.
What is the last good song you heard? The song of Nimrodel sang in my halls a few nights ago. And Celeborn serenaded me with a song of Lorien this morning. He never fails to delight me.
What is your favourite colour? The white-silver of Earendil, the Evening Star.
What is your favourite smell? Spring in the air. It reminds me of new beginnings. Although there is the smell of change in the air, for the better I pray.
What is your favourite article of clothing? My white shawl that my beloved daughter Celebrian embroidered for me – her last gift before she departed from these shores.
What makes you angry? Liars. They give themselves away.
What time do you wake up in the morning? When the starlight fades to the dawn and the sun lights the world once more.
Can you juggle? One of my many talents if I may be so modest.
What would you hate to be left in a room with? A room of seamstresses. Their work is beautiful but I do not need to be consulted as to whether the border guards' tunics should be hemmed in leaf green or grass green. Most frustrating.
Is the goblet half empty or half full? I fear I have grown cynical in my old age - half empty, but still there is hope while the pitcher is full.
What is the first thing you think when you wake up? How lovely the voices of the trees are. Otherwise did I leave the silver pitcher for my mirror in the water again. It does it no good.
What is your favourite form of exercise? I exercise my mind frequently enough; I feel that is adequate.
Who do you have a crush on at the moment? Crushes are for those who are younger than a sapling with girlish dreams of the future.
Celeborn of course. Although Master Gimli has a place assured in my heart by his kind thoughts.
What have you got in your pocket? A beautifully coloured leaf that I found fallen on the ground this morning.
Who is most likely to respond to this letter? My powers do not extend that far, so I shall predict one of the remaining hobbits.
Who is least likely to respond to this letter? My great grandson Eldarion. But perhaps I shall see him soon.
Namarie for now my friends.
"You must reply Samwise," Rosie teased as she took the whistling kettle from the fire. Sam was spared a reply by a cheerful voice calling out.
"Indeed you must; the Lady's prediction are inevitably true, or so Haldir says." Frodo said from the doorway, with the elf bent almost double behind him. Rosie fussed for a few moments to get Haldir comfortably settled in the cluttered kitchen and served with some tea while Sam found some fresh bread in the cupboard. Only then did he respond to Frodo's words.
"Well, perhaps I will reply to the Lady's answers then. Although it feels most strange to send it to all these Kings, Queens and Ladies!"
"Strange words to come from one who is held in such high esteem himself Master Samwise." Haldir responded, causing Sam to duck his head in embarrassment. He busied himself to avoid reply to the compliment and the conversation turned to Haldir's travelling plans. Then Sam had an idea.
"Can we offer you a place to rest tonight?" He asked the elf, drawing curious glances from both Frodo and Rosie, although both were agreeable to the idea. Haldir agreed almost at once. Sam grinned. "Then perhaps on your way home, you could take a few messages with you?"
The hobbits laughed as the elf groaned in mock weariness at the prospect of more letters to carry, but he eventually he agreed…
So Sam's letter is off abroad next, but where to? We'll see! Will update when I can – have a whole summer without much Internet… tragedy I tell you! Until next time!
"Well, I do declare!" Sam exclaimed to himself. "What are you doing here?" Digging the soil around his roses had unearthed a long worm that squirmed around the surface of the rich dark soil. "You'd best be off home." Sam said smiling and set the pink worm down away from where he was working, then continued his gardening.
"Samwise! Samwise!" A high silvery voice disturbed him but he did not mind the break.
"Here Rosie love." He watched the lovely hobbit run towards him, wonder all over her features. She flew at him, dropping to her knees and clasping a dirty hand in hers.
"Oh my, Sam. You'll never guess who's here!"
"Another arrogant elf no doubt. Or perhaps a dwarf?"
Rosie stopped for a moment. "How did you know? T'is an elf indeed, asking for you Sam my love!" She started to get up, dragging Sam up with her. "Come in and wash up! Come on!"
Sam couldn't help but smile at Rosie's enthusiasm and indulged her by running behind her. Stopping only briefly to rinse his soiled hands and grab a towel, he followed Rosie into the sitting room, expecting to see Glorfindel who had been a frequent visitor recently. Sam's mouth dropped open; a blond elf was indeed sat on Bag-End's floor, but it was not the Rivendell elf.
"Sam? You remember Haldir?" Frodo was sat by the fire, and had apparently been entertaining the Lorien elf. At his name, Haldir smiled at Sam.
"My apologies for not rising, but my head is already pounding from greeting Frodo." He glanced over at Frodo who smiled guiltily. Sam insisted that Haldir stay where he was and perched on another chair.
"Now that you are both present, I can pass on my messages to you both." Haldir said, thereby easing Sam's confusion as to why the elf should be in the Shire, and more importantly, in the sitting room of Bag-End. He handed the two hobbits a letter each, who both studied the envelopes intently. "And now I must away to pass on a few more." Haldir began to rise but Rosie jumped up first.
"I insist offering you refreshment before you go, master elf." She said, the hostess to the last. Haldir smiled at her.
"I thank you for the offer, and accept with gratitude little mistress."
Rosie hid a large grin at the elf's words and hurried into the kitchen. Frodo seemed content to stare at the letter a little longer but Sam was too curious. Still, he did not wish to appear rude. "I'll go and help Rosie." He mumbled, restraining himself from bolting from the room.
"It's so exciting!" Rosie whispered as she heard Sam enter. "Open it Sam!" He did as she asked and pulled the letter out. Reading:
First make a copy of this letter and change the answers so they apply to you. Then send it to all the people you know. You may learn some interesting facts about your friends!
"Good grief! Another one – but this one's from the Lady of Lothlorien herself! No wonder poor Haldir is so far from home." Sam exclaimed before turning to Rosie with a sparkle in his eyes. "You remember what I told you of the beauty of Lady Galadriel?"
"Oh yes." Rosie said, turning away to watch the kettle over the fire. "The most wondrous sight of the world."
Sam picked up the slight jealousy in Rosie's words, and brushed her dark hair away from her face, before planting a kiss on her cheek. "She'll never compare to you my love."
"Oh Sam!" Rosie briefly threw her arms around his neck before looking at the letter in his hand once more. "So what does the second most lovely lady in the land have to say?" She asked.
"Let's see." Sam replied.
Name: Galadriel.
Nicknames: The Lady, the Mistress of Magic.
If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? I am satisfied at present within my woods unless I were to depart for the Havens, but Imladris would be a worthy substitute. Then perhaps I would be able to see my great-grandson, granddaughter and son-in-law in one fell swoop.
What is your favourite place to be? Nothing soothes me more than the quiet rippling of the Nimrodel.
What is your least favourite place to be? Regrettably within my woods as the foul servants of the enemy lay siege upon us. The very trees around me still feel contaminated by their presence.
What is the last good song you heard? The song of Nimrodel sang in my halls a few nights ago. And Celeborn serenaded me with a song of Lorien this morning. He never fails to delight me.
What is your favourite colour? The white-silver of Earendil, the Evening Star.
What is your favourite smell? Spring in the air. It reminds me of new beginnings. Although there is the smell of change in the air, for the better I pray.
What is your favourite article of clothing? My white shawl that my beloved daughter Celebrian embroidered for me – her last gift before she departed from these shores.
What makes you angry? Liars. They give themselves away.
What time do you wake up in the morning? When the starlight fades to the dawn and the sun lights the world once more.
Can you juggle? One of my many talents if I may be so modest.
What would you hate to be left in a room with? A room of seamstresses. Their work is beautiful but I do not need to be consulted as to whether the border guards' tunics should be hemmed in leaf green or grass green. Most frustrating.
Is the goblet half empty or half full? I fear I have grown cynical in my old age - half empty, but still there is hope while the pitcher is full.
What is the first thing you think when you wake up? How lovely the voices of the trees are. Otherwise did I leave the silver pitcher for my mirror in the water again. It does it no good.
What is your favourite form of exercise? I exercise my mind frequently enough; I feel that is adequate.
Who do you have a crush on at the moment? Crushes are for those who are younger than a sapling with girlish dreams of the future.
Celeborn of course. Although Master Gimli has a place assured in my heart by his kind thoughts.
What have you got in your pocket? A beautifully coloured leaf that I found fallen on the ground this morning.
Who is most likely to respond to this letter? My powers do not extend that far, so I shall predict one of the remaining hobbits.
Who is least likely to respond to this letter? My great grandson Eldarion. But perhaps I shall see him soon.
Namarie for now my friends.
"You must reply Samwise," Rosie teased as she took the whistling kettle from the fire. Sam was spared a reply by a cheerful voice calling out.
"Indeed you must; the Lady's prediction are inevitably true, or so Haldir says." Frodo said from the doorway, with the elf bent almost double behind him. Rosie fussed for a few moments to get Haldir comfortably settled in the cluttered kitchen and served with some tea while Sam found some fresh bread in the cupboard. Only then did he respond to Frodo's words.
"Well, perhaps I will reply to the Lady's answers then. Although it feels most strange to send it to all these Kings, Queens and Ladies!"
"Strange words to come from one who is held in such high esteem himself Master Samwise." Haldir responded, causing Sam to duck his head in embarrassment. He busied himself to avoid reply to the compliment and the conversation turned to Haldir's travelling plans. Then Sam had an idea.
"Can we offer you a place to rest tonight?" He asked the elf, drawing curious glances from both Frodo and Rosie, although both were agreeable to the idea. Haldir agreed almost at once. Sam grinned. "Then perhaps on your way home, you could take a few messages with you?"
The hobbits laughed as the elf groaned in mock weariness at the prospect of more letters to carry, but he eventually he agreed…
So Sam's letter is off abroad next, but where to? We'll see! Will update when I can – have a whole summer without much Internet… tragedy I tell you! Until next time!