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Of Sam & Elves: The First Encounter
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Summary: When the hobbits are stalked by the Black Riders, the nightmare becomes a dream for Sam. His most saught after wish is finally granted. To meet Elves. He wasn't however expecting to be given a mission by them as well. (Gildor Inglorian & Company)
Rated: G
Posted: February 9, 2004
Author: Stephie P. a.k.a. TheSilentSenshi
Contact: thesilentsenshi@Hotmail.com
Archive: Sure, just tell me first so I know where it is.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I can't claim any of the lovely elves as mine, no matter how much I wish I could. Alas, a genius by the name of Tolkien has beat me to it. So, I'm just borrowing them for a little while. I'll return them when I'm through, in relatively worn, but good condition.
Notes: What? Zero reviews. *Sniffle* You people are too cruel. Sure Legolas and the twins aren't in it yet, but still. Waaaaah! Nobody likes it! Either that, or it got buried so fast that nobody saw it. I'm hoping for the latter. I thrive on reviews. SO, no reviews=no story. Even a simple. 'I like it', 'Or it's good' will suffice. Anything but nothing at all! Phew, now that I'm done ranting. Just on a note, even though during this story I rely heavily on what Tolkien himself wrote, the next several are all me. This is just sort of an intro to the series, so to speak. The part of the book that got the idea into my head in the first place. As for the use of Elvish, translations are at the bottom. There's not much in this story, but a lot in the next, which takes place in Rivendell. Please, I'm not fluent, I got the translations off of a website that seemed reliable, but if I used them in a wrong way be sure to tell me so I can fix it. Thanks.
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Part 2: Sam's Charge
The Elves all burst into song. Suddenly under the trees a fire sprang up with a red light.
"Come!" The Elves called to the hobbits. "Come! Now is the time for speech and merriment."
The Elves seemed to be all but oblivious to the weariness of their small traveling companions. The long trek through the woods had effected them very little, if at all.
Sam sat down upon a log near the clearing they had camped in, his eyes wide open. He didn't dare shut them for even a moment, lest he miss some part of what seemed to him to be a wondrous and magical dream.
Sam could never describe in words, nor picture clearly to himself, what he felt or thought that night, though it remained in his memory as one of the chief events of his life. The nearest he ever got was to say: "Well, sir, if I could grow apples like that, I would call myself a gardener. But it was the singing that went to my heart, if you know what I mean."
And there was much singing, to Sam's delight. The Elves sweet clear voices rang across the clearing all night long. Sam just sat there, a little ways off watching silently, unwilling to interrupt the beautiful moment, for fear that it would, indeed turn out to be just a dream.
After a time, several of the fair beings left the bright circle of light and merriment to gather around the dazed hobbit. They gracefully sat themselves on the springy green grass around him. He was frozen in shocked awe and filled with a sense of wonderment. There were several moments of companionable silence as the Elves around him studied him curiously. What they wished to discover by doing so, however, was beyond Sam's comprehension.
They were more than a little amused at his obvious wonderment. They smiled at him encouragingly.
One of the foremost Elves, who had hair slightly lighter in hue than his kindred, suddenly spoke. "What are your intentions?" He asked. Sam looked at him startled.
"Well, what do you mean, sir?" Sam asked nervously.
"What are your intentions with your companion Frodo?" He elaborated, though not quite answering Sam's question. Such was the way with Elves, and this manner of speaking greatly befuddled Sam, further than he already was. 'What is this Elf trying to get at?' he wondered to himself.
"With Frodo?" Sam answered slowly, not sure what kind of an answer these wise beings expected of him. "Why, he's my friend, sirs, and I intend to follow him, where ever he goes." It was obvious the stout little hobbit was answering honestly, with his whole heart.
The Elves were silent a moment. Their eyes seemed to bore into Sam's soul, peeling away any falsehoods he may have told. It was rather disconcerting, but Sam just sat there silently, accepting their scrutinizing gazes.
Another Elf, different from the first, spoke this time. "Even if his path should lead to your doom? He carries a great burden, young Halfling. One you could not possibly begin to fathom, as of yet."
Sam looked at them surprised and a little uncomfortable. 'Did they know of the Ring?' he thought. 'But we haven't said a word.'
Sensing his uncertainty, another elf spoke, attempting to alleviate his fears. "We know not what it is that he carries, but we can feel the great evil it emanates. We have our suspicions, but worry not. We dare not have them confirmed."
"Oh." said Sam relieved. He didn't know what to say, and was not sure he liked where this conversation was heading.
"He will need support before the end, that much is certain. Without it, he will fail as surely as the leaves of autumn fall. Can you be that support? Can you truly face unknown perils and fight the deepening shadows that spread through out the land and hearts of Men?" The Elves queried, once again seeming to strip him bare of any pretenses he may harbor.
"Of course I shall!" cried out a rather indignant Sam. They may be Elves, but how dare they doubt his loyalty to Mister Frodo, of all people!
The Elves suddenly broke into large smiles, as though this was what they had expected all along. 'And perhaps they had' mused Sam.
"Well then, Samwise Gamgee. You must promise us something, We will place our trust, such as it is, in you. Will you accept?" The Elves asked.
Sam was taken aback. The Elves chose him to place their trust in? He, a mere Halfling? Was he worthy of their trust? 'Yes,' came the answer from somewhere deep inside of him. 'Worthy or no, I won't let them down!' Thus, he turned to face them, a look of fierce determination on his face. The Elves had watched his inner struggle in silence, allowing him to sort through his doubts without interruption.
"I will do what you ask of me to the best of my abilities, few though they may be." His reply garnered radiant smiles from the fair beings around him, and it pleased him to bring such joy to their faces.
"Very well, said the Elves, "Here is your charge. Don't you leave him!" The Elf speaking boomed. Sam looked up in shock at the seriousness in the tone and features of the surrounding Elves.
"Leave him!" Sam cried, "I never mean to. I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon; and if any of those Black Riders try to stop him, they'll have Sam Gamgee to reckon with." His honesty and fierce determination was blatantly apparent on his round hobbit face.
The Elves suddenly burst out in laughter. Sam could tell they weren't really laughing at him, but he had a feeling that even if they had been, it would not have mattered much to him. For the sound of their fair voices raised in merriment was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard, and he was right proud that he was the cause.
After the laughter died down, the Elves stood once more, about to return to the festivities that had continued without them. Before they left, they imparted a farewell in Elvish, which Sam didn't rightly understand. But, sensing it was a compliment, was still overjoyed.
"Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa. Aa' lasser en lle coia orn n' omenta gurtha. Namaarie."
With a bow and a flourish the Elves departed, leaving Sam alone with his thoughts, of which, at the moment, there were many.
~End Part 2~
TBC. (One more part to go)
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Cormlle naa Tanya tel'raa. : Your heart is that of the lion. (I couldn't help myself, I thought it fit Sam the Brave perfectly.)
Aa' lasser en lle coia orn n' omenta gurtha.: May the leaves of your life tree never turn brown. (Another fitting one seeing as Sam's a gardener. Heh heh. Yeah yeah, lame I know.
Namaarie: Farewell.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Background Notes: None really this time around. If I'm mistaken in anything feel free to let me know. I don't claim to be an expert on Tolkien, though I do try to research a bit before writing to make the story more interesting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A bit longer than the last one I think. I hope you liked it. Remember to review! Pretty pretty please with Elves on top! ^__^ ~*~Stephie P.
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Summary: When the hobbits are stalked by the Black Riders, the nightmare becomes a dream for Sam. His most saught after wish is finally granted. To meet Elves. He wasn't however expecting to be given a mission by them as well. (Gildor Inglorian & Company)
Rated: G
Posted: February 9, 2004
Author: Stephie P. a.k.a. TheSilentSenshi
Contact: thesilentsenshi@Hotmail.com
Archive: Sure, just tell me first so I know where it is.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I can't claim any of the lovely elves as mine, no matter how much I wish I could. Alas, a genius by the name of Tolkien has beat me to it. So, I'm just borrowing them for a little while. I'll return them when I'm through, in relatively worn, but good condition.
Notes: What? Zero reviews. *Sniffle* You people are too cruel. Sure Legolas and the twins aren't in it yet, but still. Waaaaah! Nobody likes it! Either that, or it got buried so fast that nobody saw it. I'm hoping for the latter. I thrive on reviews. SO, no reviews=no story. Even a simple. 'I like it', 'Or it's good' will suffice. Anything but nothing at all! Phew, now that I'm done ranting. Just on a note, even though during this story I rely heavily on what Tolkien himself wrote, the next several are all me. This is just sort of an intro to the series, so to speak. The part of the book that got the idea into my head in the first place. As for the use of Elvish, translations are at the bottom. There's not much in this story, but a lot in the next, which takes place in Rivendell. Please, I'm not fluent, I got the translations off of a website that seemed reliable, but if I used them in a wrong way be sure to tell me so I can fix it. Thanks.
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Part 2: Sam's Charge
The Elves all burst into song. Suddenly under the trees a fire sprang up with a red light.
"Come!" The Elves called to the hobbits. "Come! Now is the time for speech and merriment."
The Elves seemed to be all but oblivious to the weariness of their small traveling companions. The long trek through the woods had effected them very little, if at all.
Sam sat down upon a log near the clearing they had camped in, his eyes wide open. He didn't dare shut them for even a moment, lest he miss some part of what seemed to him to be a wondrous and magical dream.
Sam could never describe in words, nor picture clearly to himself, what he felt or thought that night, though it remained in his memory as one of the chief events of his life. The nearest he ever got was to say: "Well, sir, if I could grow apples like that, I would call myself a gardener. But it was the singing that went to my heart, if you know what I mean."
And there was much singing, to Sam's delight. The Elves sweet clear voices rang across the clearing all night long. Sam just sat there, a little ways off watching silently, unwilling to interrupt the beautiful moment, for fear that it would, indeed turn out to be just a dream.
After a time, several of the fair beings left the bright circle of light and merriment to gather around the dazed hobbit. They gracefully sat themselves on the springy green grass around him. He was frozen in shocked awe and filled with a sense of wonderment. There were several moments of companionable silence as the Elves around him studied him curiously. What they wished to discover by doing so, however, was beyond Sam's comprehension.
They were more than a little amused at his obvious wonderment. They smiled at him encouragingly.
One of the foremost Elves, who had hair slightly lighter in hue than his kindred, suddenly spoke. "What are your intentions?" He asked. Sam looked at him startled.
"Well, what do you mean, sir?" Sam asked nervously.
"What are your intentions with your companion Frodo?" He elaborated, though not quite answering Sam's question. Such was the way with Elves, and this manner of speaking greatly befuddled Sam, further than he already was. 'What is this Elf trying to get at?' he wondered to himself.
"With Frodo?" Sam answered slowly, not sure what kind of an answer these wise beings expected of him. "Why, he's my friend, sirs, and I intend to follow him, where ever he goes." It was obvious the stout little hobbit was answering honestly, with his whole heart.
The Elves were silent a moment. Their eyes seemed to bore into Sam's soul, peeling away any falsehoods he may have told. It was rather disconcerting, but Sam just sat there silently, accepting their scrutinizing gazes.
Another Elf, different from the first, spoke this time. "Even if his path should lead to your doom? He carries a great burden, young Halfling. One you could not possibly begin to fathom, as of yet."
Sam looked at them surprised and a little uncomfortable. 'Did they know of the Ring?' he thought. 'But we haven't said a word.'
Sensing his uncertainty, another elf spoke, attempting to alleviate his fears. "We know not what it is that he carries, but we can feel the great evil it emanates. We have our suspicions, but worry not. We dare not have them confirmed."
"Oh." said Sam relieved. He didn't know what to say, and was not sure he liked where this conversation was heading.
"He will need support before the end, that much is certain. Without it, he will fail as surely as the leaves of autumn fall. Can you be that support? Can you truly face unknown perils and fight the deepening shadows that spread through out the land and hearts of Men?" The Elves queried, once again seeming to strip him bare of any pretenses he may harbor.
"Of course I shall!" cried out a rather indignant Sam. They may be Elves, but how dare they doubt his loyalty to Mister Frodo, of all people!
The Elves suddenly broke into large smiles, as though this was what they had expected all along. 'And perhaps they had' mused Sam.
"Well then, Samwise Gamgee. You must promise us something, We will place our trust, such as it is, in you. Will you accept?" The Elves asked.
Sam was taken aback. The Elves chose him to place their trust in? He, a mere Halfling? Was he worthy of their trust? 'Yes,' came the answer from somewhere deep inside of him. 'Worthy or no, I won't let them down!' Thus, he turned to face them, a look of fierce determination on his face. The Elves had watched his inner struggle in silence, allowing him to sort through his doubts without interruption.
"I will do what you ask of me to the best of my abilities, few though they may be." His reply garnered radiant smiles from the fair beings around him, and it pleased him to bring such joy to their faces.
"Very well, said the Elves, "Here is your charge. Don't you leave him!" The Elf speaking boomed. Sam looked up in shock at the seriousness in the tone and features of the surrounding Elves.
"Leave him!" Sam cried, "I never mean to. I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon; and if any of those Black Riders try to stop him, they'll have Sam Gamgee to reckon with." His honesty and fierce determination was blatantly apparent on his round hobbit face.
The Elves suddenly burst out in laughter. Sam could tell they weren't really laughing at him, but he had a feeling that even if they had been, it would not have mattered much to him. For the sound of their fair voices raised in merriment was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard, and he was right proud that he was the cause.
After the laughter died down, the Elves stood once more, about to return to the festivities that had continued without them. Before they left, they imparted a farewell in Elvish, which Sam didn't rightly understand. But, sensing it was a compliment, was still overjoyed.
"Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa. Aa' lasser en lle coia orn n' omenta gurtha. Namaarie."
With a bow and a flourish the Elves departed, leaving Sam alone with his thoughts, of which, at the moment, there were many.
~End Part 2~
TBC. (One more part to go)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations:
Cormlle naa Tanya tel'raa. : Your heart is that of the lion. (I couldn't help myself, I thought it fit Sam the Brave perfectly.)
Aa' lasser en lle coia orn n' omenta gurtha.: May the leaves of your life tree never turn brown. (Another fitting one seeing as Sam's a gardener. Heh heh. Yeah yeah, lame I know.
Namaarie: Farewell.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Background Notes: None really this time around. If I'm mistaken in anything feel free to let me know. I don't claim to be an expert on Tolkien, though I do try to research a bit before writing to make the story more interesting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A bit longer than the last one I think. I hope you liked it. Remember to review! Pretty pretty please with Elves on top! ^__^ ~*~Stephie P.
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