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A/N: This is to celebrate MAD day! This is POINTLESS FILLER chapter EXTRAORDINAIRE! Yes. Am on Sour-Stick-Sweet sugar haa-iiiigh!
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Ren scrambled off the talan the second (or rather millisecond. She did not want in any way to be delayed by one of Galadriel's long winded litanies) dinner had ended and had zipped straight off to the pavilion where she kept her "notes". Her notes were basically photocopied sheets of various Histories of Middle Earth and the Original themselves, marked down with scribbles and diagrams that the human would not have drawn otherwise (not wishing to mar her books). Grabbing the pile, she stalked off once again to a faraway mallorn (this time nowhere even near the river or an archery range) and settled down.
'Ai Elbereth, Gilthoniel... Silivern penna miriel... Oh menel aglar elenath... Na-chaered palan diril... Or was it diriel...? Where is it, where is it...'
Digging through the lot, she eventually pulled out the stack labelled "Poems (Sind/Q(u)en)" and flipped through it.
Ai Elbereth, Gilthoniel,
silivern penna miriel,
oh menel aglar elenath,
na-chaered palan diriel.
O galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon,
nef aear, si nef aearon.
Humming the poem to herself, Ren mumbled the passage quickly, committing it to memory. She had distinctly remembered the Shelob-Chapter and the Ringwriath-Chapter (where the name "Elbereth" hurt the Melkor/Sauron supporters more than a glowing stick, err, sword.) and decided having a line of defence was better than nothing. Ren nearly jumped out of her skin when Gildor suddenly appeared next to her.
'A Elbereth Gilthoniel o menel palan-diriel, le nallon. Gilthoniel! Ah! Elbereth.'
Then Galadriel (shock, shock, horror, horror) appeared. Ren wanted to melt into goo and disappear. Was there no privacy in Lothlorien?!
'We still remember, we who dwell, in this land beneath the trees.'
Great. All I need is for the rest of my group and Glorfindel, alongside Galdor and Erestor, to turn up, and we could have supper, shall we?
Ren really should not have even thought of that, and Glorfindel, Erestor, Galdor and her friends did turn up. Wryly, Glorfindel completed the lament of the Exiled Noldor.
'Thy starlight on the Western Seas.'
Ren threw her hands up in the air.
'What did I do?'
Sara just snatched the papers away, muttering absently,
'We wanted to come find you. Something about elvish and giant spiders.'
Ren rolled her eyes.
'Eryn Lasgalen?' [Mirkwood's old name, Greenwood.]
Diana countered.
'Eryn Las-Not-Very-Galen.' [Wood-Not-Very-Green.]
'Precisely. Greenwood the Not-So-Great-After-All.'
Ren snatched her papers back.
'What about Green-Mirk-Wood?'
Galadriel cleared her throat, and everyone froze. It signalled a long, long, long speech.
'About Mirkwood, Eryn Lasgalen, Greenwood, Taur-en-Ndeadelos, whatever you wish to call it. I need to gift upon you each something. I originally intended for the gift giving to be tomorrow, but the Fellowship demand my attention.'
Silei rolled her eyes.
'What can you possibly give us?'
Galadriel pulled out several shining vials of light. Inez squealed.
'Earendil!'
Galadriel felt slightly cheated of her long explanation as she handed the vials out.
'They will light your path when all other lights... Go out. Use them wisely.'
Haldir abruptly materialized next to Galadriel. Ren wanted to scream. How long had these confounded elves been hanging around, anyway? Her train of thought was quickly dissipated when Galadriel stuck her hands into the back of goods Haldir had grudgingly brought along with him. Turning first to Shu Wen, she presented her with a leather bound, waterproof sketchbook, with bits of mallorn leaf embedded in the fancy parchment. A graphite and birch hewn pencil came along with it. Haldir, looking distinctly peeved, unceremoniously dumped the "complimentary" cloak and brooch on the girl, muttering about how the special garb of the Galadhremmin was being wasted on strangers.
Galadriel moved on to Inez, whom she gave a complicated hair pin (to prevent Inez's hair from ever being pulled out/falling off again, thanks to either worthless 50 cent rubber bands or Sara Ang) and a carefully kept map of Middle Earth. Inez wished that Galadriel had a copy of Enter the Matrix somewhere on her, but doubted that Middle Earth had either computers or Playstations (One or 2). That was quickly doused out as the Grumbling Haldir trounced her with her cloak.
To Sara she gave a light, 6 inch (double the length allowed in Singapore, which Sara detested with burning hatred) concealed-dagger, strap and sheath included. The bloodthirsty monster - er, innocent, human child (hack cough), was practically bouncing up and down in glee until a cloak was tossed over her eyes, the brooch somehow pinning itself to her sleeve and trapping her. Haldir received a blind, but rather well aimed kick, for that one.
To Diana she gave an identical copy of Shu Wen's sketchbook, except the cover was intricately carved with Sindarin inscriptions, and there was significantly more pages; Diana being the more avid artist and drawer in comparison to Shu Wen. Diana gave Haldir a venomous and definitely dangerous glance as he approached, with allowed her to be presented with the cloak with considerably more grace than the others before her.
To Silei she gave another slim vial, but the liquid seemed to glow a pale umber, and the vial was encased in a twisting, elegant metal insignia of a dragon: Smaug. The metal figurine, which was really a beautifully made piece of flatten metal; coloured and twisted, encased the vial, protecting it. The eyes glinted, denoting them to be made of mithril. Galadriel smiled and uncorked the vial, letting drop a single droplet onto Haldir's shoe, which promptly burst into a small smouldering flame. Howling, the March Warden stamped on his (thankfully) leather shoes before angrily chucking a cloak at the girl.
To Yvonne, Galadriel firstly gave a long lock of silver (albeit rather... messy looking) hair. No prizes for guessing where that had come from. Celeborn had significantly avoided their company since that little... incident. She then gave Yvonne a large bottle of bubble making solution, alongside a drawing stylus (and a big, big bottle of washable ink) and yet another sketchbook. Haldir came along, wielding his Cloak and Brooch.
Lastly, to Ren, she gave several elf-made hair ties (to keep the long strands in place) and a book. The book was a genuine Book of Emblems of all the major recorded Houses from the First age onwards, all embossed and coloured in meticulously. They ranged from Gil-Galad's to even Ingwe's. Ren grinned; being a collector of Elven House Emblems, it was not easy to find the actual ones. The cloak and brooch was readily snatched from Haldir's arms before the elf could vent his anger on her.
For the Elves, Galadriel gave different items. To Glorfindel she gave a lock of her hair; signifying their little... tryst was over. To Erestor, a packet of herbs (labelled "Pain Relief"). To Galdor, a shell set in crystal from Valinor and to Gildor a small heirloom from the house of Fingon (of which he was descended).
Gracefully "taking her leave from their weary and tired presence, as they should get rest for the trip on the morrow, for Elbereth knows where the darkness could take them", Galadriel exited, Haldir stomping after her.
The Gift Giving. Yes.