AN: So, I got TTT EE on Thursday and watched it last night (stupid school). I haven't had time to check out the extra two DVDs, but I was a little disappointed with the added scenes. Some of them were good, but Haldir still died! grrrr I was hoping that a short scene would be added in or a little Haldir would appear on the bottom of the screen and say "No elves died at Helm's Deep, do to the fact that they were never there in the first place." and maybe something like "Because the humans are incapable of taking care of themselves, a little divine intervention was needed and the elves saved the mortals." They could have just had a few lines scrolling across the bottom or something! Or atleast show Legolas mourning Haldir, make the fact that a super cool elf just died more significant! *sighs, curses, runs to find book copy of TTT and rereads battle-scene to make sure Haldir didn't really die* I do love the scene where Haldir comes to Helm's Deep, though. The look on Legolas' face is so hilarious! And, dude, the elves are totally honoring him when they turn as Legolas greets Haldir. Oh, and the new part, after the battle, when Legolas and Gimli compare kills is great. Finally Jackson acknowledges Legolas as a prince!
Anyway, I might write a little ficlit on the Prophecy, I haven't decided, but I'll let y'all know. Also, Verdi is still 25 years old and this takes place maybe ten years before The Fellowship of the Ring.
Ryoki: Elrond is a hard person to write, let me tell you. I'm trying to keep him in character, but we'll see how it goes...
breeNbloom: Thanks, I'll put that into the disclaimer.
Morgaine of Ithil: I love writing suspense, I love the feel of tingles on my arms and the quickening of my pulse.
WARNING: Slight spoilers for LOTR, if you don't know the whole story, be careful.
Disclaimer: The Prophecy is mine and I am very proud of it. Though it is based on Tolkien's books, I wrote it; so don't use it! If you ask nicely, however, I might let you borrow parts. And I am always willing to help write stuff; if you are having trouble writing a poem or something, e-mail me and I'll give you some of my infinite wisdom. hee hee Seriously though, I love coming up with things like the Prophecy, so feel free to e-mail me. I have no claim to the characters, places, languages, etc that Tolkien wrote about. If you recognize it, it belongs to him. (ex: Elrond's quote about how the ring can't be destroyed — obviously I used Tolkien's lines.
"English talking"
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~Galadriel mind-speaking~
*Elvish talking*
Curious, worried and wary, Verdi followed Galadriel out of the room, still holding the violin. In silence, they walked to what Verdi decided must be Galadriel's study. Inside, she saw Celeborn and a strange elf she did not recognize sitting on some comfy-looking chairs. Neither elf looked particularly comfortable, however, and stood up as the two ladies entered the room.
*Lord Elrond, may I introduce Verdi Kellor. She is the one I wrote to you about.* Verdi didn't have any time to wonder why Galadriel would write about her, as Elrond solemnly greeted her, eyeing the violin.
*Verdi has just returned from a little excursion in the forest, and she brought back this treasure.* Galadriel gestured to the violin, and Verdi offered it to the two other elves. Elrond took it and, with Celeborn, inspected it.
*This is remarkable, I have never seen anything like it. It looks older than me, that is for certain.*
*I believe it was made by one of the Teleri who later left with Ulmo.* Elrond cast a startled glance at Galadriel, then plucked one of the strings. No noise was heard. *Give it to Verdi.* Elrond complied; Verdi took the violin and some how instinctively knew what she was supposed to do. She placed the violin on her shoulder, lifted her bow, and played an Elvish song Golradir had taught her. The elves were filled with awe at the beautiful music coming from the instrument in Verdi's hands. Verdi was surprised, she had played this very same song on her Lady Amber only a few days ago, but it sounded infinitely better now.
When she finished, there was a long silence. All the elves were deep in thought and Verdi didn't want to disturb them. Then Celeborn spoke.
*So, she is the one, another piece of the puzzle and a strange piece indeed.*
*A little young, but that cannot be helped.* Elrond looked Verdi up and down.
*What are you talking about? Strange and young? Why won't the violin play for anyone else? What is going on?* Verdi was annoyed, they seemed to be talking in code, as if she were not there. A glance passed among the elves and Galadriel spoke again to Elrond.
*It is your story, you were there, his herald, and it was you who knew him best.* At these words, there was an odd flicker in Elrond's eyes; so quick that Verdi was not sure what she had seen, or if she had seen anything at all. Elrond was silent a moment longer, breathing slowly, then he began.
+^+ FLASHBACK +^+
As Gil-galad lay dying, upon the barren land of Mordor, he called for Elrond one last time. And Elrond, with tears in his eyes, knelt beside the last High King to hear his final words. The bizarre, post-battle quiet had come over the field. All around there were those who mourned softly over the dead and dying. Isildur, holding the One Ring, was by his father, grief showing through his every movement. But Elrond's attention was only on the one before him. In a voice still strong, though laced with pain, the words that would become later known as Gil-galad's Prophecy, were uttered.
The White Tree may flower
But Gondor will diminish.
Though Northern Men wander
Their History must endure.
Should Isildur's line be broken
Then shall the Dark Lord prevail.
The Firstborn sail westward
But their Beauty will abound
Till Men's Dominion begins,
Once the One Ring is found.
Nine will gather in the Black Land
The Ruling Ring shall surface
The Dark Lord's return is close at Hand.
Forge anew the Tall Man's Sword
Strong must the Heir stand.
Darkness creeps into the Great Woods,
Here the Shadow dwells.
Greet those sent to compete the Evil Power,
But beware the Traitor in your Midst.
Though Two shall seek the Ring,
Only One will remain true.
Mordor burns as the Precious is sought,
The Betrayer will be the Savior.
Forget Past Conflicts and join Forces,
Three Races must come together,
Support a Fourth in his Deed.
Nine shall walk against the Nine,
Brave Souls on a perilous Quest.
One shall hold a Secret,
Two shall merely follow.
A Fourth will learn of Disaster
While Another will meet his Master.
The Next leaves Others in Despair deep
But shall awaken from his Sleep.
One a Love's Plea shall deny,
One Love's Knot shall tie.
The Last will wield the Light,
And feel the Tug, but win the Fight.
Many shall face the Test,
And Many shall aid the Fellowship in their Quest.
The Finder gives a glowing Blade,
The Guardian provides Comfort and Aid.
Shepherds of the Forest will march against the Traitor,
Who bears one of the Palantír.
All shall come together under the Hand of the Half-Elf,
While the Lady provides much Insight
And gives the Bearer the Gift of Light.
Music played by a Girl's Soft Hand,
Shall draw Supporters to Aragorn's Band.
The Evenstar an Immortal Life will forsake,
The Shieldmaiden Fighting Arms will uptake.
The Tongue of a Worm will quicken Decay,
But the King of Eagles shall save the Grey,
And the Death of Rohan's King will be delayed.
Two Brothers will ride with the Dúnedain,
And join the Heir on the Dead Lane.
Hope remains whilst All are true,
But each Ingredient is needed in this Stew.
Follow the Recipe as planned,
Or Dark shall rule over the Land.
+^+ END FLASHBACK +^+
Elrond's eyes glistened as he spoke the final verse, but his voice never quavered. Galadriel put a hand on his shoulder, knowingly. Elrond looked down at his hands in his lap, blinking back the tears that came every time he remembered his beloved King.
Verdi sat quietly, thinking. 'This is all well and good, but what does it have to do with me? I am just a young lady who got lost on her way home. And who is this Dark Lord? Is that like Voldemort (©J.K. Rowling)? I don't understand, what is going on?'
At last, Celeborn broke the sad silence. *I do not know how much you have learned about our history, so I will give you a brief overview...* Celeborn proceeded to tell her about Sauron and the Rings; it was short and to the point, but it cleared up a few of Verdi's questions.
*So, basically, you have to find this One Ring, if it still exists, and destroy it? What's so hard about that?*
*The One Ring cannot be destroyed by any craft that we here possess; it must be taken and cast into the fires of Mount Doom, in Mordor.* Elrond explained *But that is not your task.*
*Good, sounds too dangerous to me. And I have been told many times I would not survive outside of Lothlórien.* Verdi scowled for a moment. *So why tell me all this?*
*For you have your own task to do, did you not listen when Lord Elrond recited the Prophecy?* Galadriel looked a tad bit exasperated. *Music played by a Girl's Soft Hand / Shall draw Supporters to Aragorn's Band.*
Verdi's mouth formed an O. *There is still much that must unfold, but you will know when the time has come. For now, you must concontrate on your music and your lessons.* Galadriel did not seem to want to explain anymore and the three elves sent her off to bed.
It was a long time before Verdi fell asleep.
AN: Did I explain that well enough? I am not sure how much detail to go into, how much should be known before hand and stuff. Please review! I worked really hard on this and I like to know that it was appreciated.