Disclaimer: Bilbo's song here is directly from Chapter 1 of the second book of LotR, p227. All characters etc dis. can be found in the prologue. I'm not going to type that up for each chapter as you already should know that.
***In honour of a safe journey***
That afternoon after Demi and Rhia had been shown to their rooms, they had a short nap, to rejuvenate their energy, which took most of the day away. In the evening, they were given a dress each to wear to the feast. Demi was given a plum coloured dress made of a light material which seemed to flow elegantly with the body's movements. The dress came off the shoulders but had long flowing sleaves and the skirt seemed to drape down, accentuating all the right curves. Rhia wore a teal dress that was a little heavier and made very similarly to the white dress Eowyn wore in TTT. Demi's hair was tied back in the typical elvish form, half up and braided back, sections left out before the ears and the half out sat wavily down her back. Rhia's hair was all pulled up with two braids at the front that worked their way back, where the rest of her hair was pulled into a bun.
Demi looked at herself in the mirror. 'Not to shabby.' She thought. For once she felt like the elf that she was supposed to be. She heard a knock on the door and let the person in. It was Rhia, all dressed up.
"So, I think absolutely divine, what's your opinion on this, miss?" she asked, trying her reporter skit out.
"I would have to agree with you there Mari-Louise." Demi laughed as she closed the door behind her friend. They sat down and chatted for what seemed like only a minute when another knock was heard on the door. Demi opened it to see who it was and was quite surprised to see Rúmil and Orophin standing there.
"Miladies, we have come to escort you to the feast." Rúmil said, bowing.
"Cool." Rhia replied, hooking her arm in Orophin's and walking down the hall with him.
"Would you care to accompany me to the feast?" Rúmil asked Demi. She smiled and took his arm.
"You know you don't have to be so formal with us Rúmil. We're not used to it."
"But milady, it is a custom of the elves." He pleaded.
"Whatever, now come on, I don't want to miss a minute of this." Demi replied as Rúmil lead her away.
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The girls found themselves sitting between the brothers at the feast. Rhia was constantly looking around, trying to see how many 'celebrities' she could spot. When she saw Legolas in the flesh she started squealing and Demi had to cover her mouth. Both the brothers gave the girls a curious look, but then dismissed it as something that happened on earth. A product of having to grow up there. Legolas sat down the table a short way off, and as much as she could, Rhia tried to get a glance of him, and every time, nearly fainting.
Across from the girls sat Frodo who was talking to dwarf. After they were finished chatting, the dwarf introduced himself to the girls.
"Welcome and well met miladies! Glóin at your service." The dwarf said bowing. Demi looked to Rúmil who gave her a look, which basically said 'don't trust him and do not give your real name.' She frowned at the elf then turned to the aging dwarf and gave a courteous smile.
"I am Dimetria and this is my friend Rhiannon. Pleased to meet you." she said, standing and curtsying.
"How ya doing?" Rhia asked, which confused the dwarf.
"Frodo Baggins at your service." Frodo said bowing.
"Pleased to meet you also." Demi said.
They talked of many things in their conversation, which mainly came from Glóins part. He talked of recent things in his homelands. When the girls were asked where they were from, Demi changed the subject, but the dwarf would not dismiss it. In the end, Rúmil answered for her.
"She is from the woods of Lothlorien and kindred of the Lady Galadriel. Rhiannon here also grew up in those woods."
Rúmil wasn't impressed that he had to reveal that much information to the dwarf, let alone speak to him. Soon the feast came to an end and Lord Elrond rose, followed by a beautiful elf maiden, whom Orophin informed the girls was Arwen. Elrond led them down the hall where the doors were opened, through a wide passage where another set of doors were opened for them and they came into another hall. In the centre of the hall was a bright fire. There were no tables in the room, but seats placed in a circle around. Demi walked beside Rúmil. "This is the hall of fire, where many songs and tales are heard, but is mainly held empty unless there be a great feast or gathering as tonight has been." The two found a seat not to far from where Elrond was seated, then elvish minstrels began to play a sweet song. Demi stared into the flame, which danced around merrily in time with the music. She felt sleep invade her thoughts, but pushed them away, content to listen for now. A few tales of old were told then a small being, took the stage.
"Bilbo Baggins the name, to those whom do not know me, though I would have to say most of you do. I have prepared a little something for you here tonight.
Eárendil was a marinerThat tarried in Arvernien;
He built a of of timber felled
In nimbrethil to jopurney in;
Her sails her wove of silver fair,
Of silver were her lanterns made,
Her prow was fashioned like a swan,
And light upon her banners laid.
In panoply of ancient kings,
In chained rings armoured him;
His shining shield was scored with runes
To word all wounds and harm from him;
His bow was made of dragon-horn,
His arrows shorn of ebony,
Of silver was his habergeon,
His scabbard of chalcedony;
His sword of steel was valiant,
Of adamant his helmet tall,
An eagle-plume upon his crest,
Upon his breast an emerald.
Beneath the moon and under star
He wandered far from northern strands,
Bewildered on enchanted ways
Beyond the days of mortal lands.
From the gnashing of the narrow ice
Where shadow lies on frozen hills,
From nether heats and burning waste
He turned in haste, and roving still
On starless waters far astray
At last he came to night of naught,
And passed, and never sight he saw
Of shining shore nor light he sought.
The winds of wrath came driving him,
And blindly in the foam he fled
From west to east and errand less,
Unheralded he homeward sped.
There flying Elwing came to him,
And flame was in the darkness lit;
More bright than light of diamond
The fire upon her carcanet.
The Silmaril she bound on him
And crowned him with the living light
And dauntless then with burning brow
He turned his prow; and in the night
From otherworld beyond the sea
There strong and free a storm arose,
A wind of power that Tarmenel;
By paths that seldom mortal goes
His boat it bore with biting breath
As might of death across the grey
And long-forsaken seas distressed:
From east to west he passed away.
Through evernigh he back was borne
On black and roaring waves that ran
O'er leagues unlit and foundered shores
That drowned before the days began,
Until her heard on strands of pearl
Where ends the world the music long,
Where ever-foaming billows roll
The yellow gold and jewels wan.
He saw the mountain silent rise
Where twilight lies upon the knees
Of Valinor, and Eldamar
Beheld afar beyond the seas.
A wanderer escaped from night
To haven white he came at last,
To Elvenhome the great and fair
Where keen the air, where pale as glass
Beneath the hill of Ilmarin
A-glimmer in a valley sheer
The lamp lit towers of Tirion
Are mirrored on the shadowmere.
He tarried there from errantry,
And melodies they taught to him,
And sages old him marvels were told,
And harps of gold they brought to him.
They clothed him then in elvan white,
And seven lights before him sent,
As though the Calacirian
To hidden land forlorn he went.
He came unto the timeless halls
Were shinning fall the countless years,
And endless reigns the Eldar king
In Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;
And words unheard were spoken then
Of folk of men and Elvan-kin,
Beyond the world were visions showed
Forbid to those that dwell therein.
A ship then they built for him
Of mithril and of elvan glass
With shinning prow; no shaven oar
Nor sail she bore of silver mast:
The Silmaril as lantern light
And banner bright with living flame
To gleam thereon by Elbereth
Herself was set, who thither came
And wings immortal made for him,
And laid on him undying doom,
To sail the shoreless skies and come
Behind the Sun and light of Moon.
From Evereven's lofty hill
Where softly silver fountains fall
His wings him bore, a wandering light,
Beyond the Mountain Wall.
From world's End then he turned away,
And yearned again to find afar
His home through shadows journeying,
And burning as an island star
On high above the mists he came,
A distant flame before the Sun,
A wonder ere the waking dawn
Where grey the Norland waters run.
And over Middle-earth he passed
And heard at last the weeping sore
Of women and of elvan-maids
In Elder Days, in years of yore.
But on him mighty doom was laid,
Till Moon should fade, an orbéd star
To pass, and tarry nevermore
On Hither Shores where mortals are;
Forever still a herald on
An errand that should never rest
To bear his shinning lamp afar,
The Flammifer of Westernesse.
Bilbo finished is song and bowed to the many claps and cheers. Demi clapped in marvel at the story told ere tonight. Though little of it did she understand, it still amazed her. Demi felt herself finally becoming the victim of sleep, so she took leave of her friends and made her way as best she could to her room.
The halls were well lit and few did roam them save those finding the comfort of a bed, as did Demi. She remembered he way well, even with eyes half open. In tiredness she bumped into someone by accident, who seemed to be in a rush.
"Sorry." She said, looking up to whom she had just bumped into.
"It is no problem Milady." A dark haired man said. He was wearing black worn clothes and Demi recognised him from the Hall of Fire. He then continued on his way. She thought there for a minute in the hall, guessing who he was, and she proved right that he was none other then Aragorn, for she heard him talk with Elrond down the hall. She knew better than to eaves drop so she continued on to her room.
When she opened her bedroom door, Demi found her bed turned down for her and a nightgown folded up on the end of it. She changed into the nightgown, blew out the candle that lit her room and climbed into bed, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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Authors note: I am going to stay true to the book in this story coz the movie misses out on a lot of stuff that you could use.
Levanna: I'm sorry I missed you! I know you are joking but I still feel bad! Forgive me! Cool prezzie! I luv pianos. They are purtyfull! Oh shucks! You really thought the chapter was that good. Wow! Thank you!
The stern mystic: Yeah it was a good idea, but not so good punishment wise. I hate being grounded! I hope you get better soon! That sore throat sounds nasty. Sounds like you have been having fun! I wish I could do something like that! I wouldn't exactly say I'm enjoying the temps. They really bite ya in da butt! The water in my fish tank reads 32 degrees celcius so I hate to think how bad it is now!
Andreah: Oh, thank you, I would love some cocoa! Well never fear, the next chapter I now here and I hope it was a good one. (If not please don't hurt me!) *laughs at own stupidity* any shoobies:
I hope you all had fun over new years and Christmas! Keep rocking as you always do! And spread the word of Oira Laure!
