Disclaimer: See part one. A/N Sadly I am no Middle-earth history expert; if some of the following events I have mentioned is wrong, please tell me so, so that I can correct them. Please note that all conversation in elvish, will now be marked with "- -".
Chapter VI: The Weaver of SpiritsFew had seen the Lord of Rivendell pace, but lately it seemed like it was the only thing he did. When he heard that the One Ring had been found, he had immediately started the march of worry and had not relaxed until Frodo was safely in Rivendell.
Now he had started to pace again and when Gandalf saw the half-elf walk back and forth between two bookshelves in the library, he feared the worst. He walked carefully in the room so not to disturb Elrond; maybe he could find some clue to what was causing him to be worried. But he should have known that you could never sneak up on an elf.
"There you are, what took you so long?" Elrond said without even acknowledge Gandalfs presences.
"I was asleep, something one normally do at this hour," he answered grumpily and Elrond stopped walking.
"I fear…. I know what she is" the half-elf said and took a deep breath. Gandalf started to roam around for his pipe while he arced an eyebrow at Elrond, urging him to continue.
"Who? The elfmaid that was brought in with the others?"
Elrond nodded and then walked over to one of the bookshelves and searched around for one particular book. He tiptoed and grabbed a book from the top shelves and carefully lifted it down. It was an old book with a red leather cover. Elrond blew some dust off it, and a sky of powder drifted towards the floor. He opened the book and, with an utmost care, started to lift the pages that had turned yellow with the hand of time.
"This is the journal of Lord Laivindur son of Lord Isimal. This book was found in the Great Library and given to me sometime in the beginning of the Third Age, by a man who thought that an elven diary belonged here
"Yenerasira 1600 Second Age
Today Ithil'quessir passed away.
Before she died, she approached me in confidence and told me, the tale I would whished I had never heard, but it weighed heavily on her spirit and she asked for forgiveness something I did not have the heart to deny her.
In the months of the blossoms she was traveling to Lothlòrien when her company was surprised by orcs. They threatened to kill her protectors if she did not follow them to Mordor. "
Elrond paused and waited to see any kind of reaction from Gandalf. The old Maia had stopped searching for his pipeweed and was now his pipe was dangling between two of his fingers, while he leaned heavily on his staff. Elrond cleared his throat and continued.
"She did not tell me much about what happened in Mordor. A man approached her and told her that she had to bind his Spirit unto the Ring, so that his spirit could never die.
-I took a part of him and carried it with me; one part that I gave to my newborn child, making sure it would be forever protected by the evils of the Dark Lord. "
Elrond stopped reading again and carefully closed the book and stared blankly at Gandalf as he quoted the last lines.
"And then she died, leaving the last Spirit Weaver with me, leaving me with a child that was bond to the Dark Lord Sauron.
The Ring and the child are connected and they must both perish together, but one cannot perish without the other. The child can not touch the Ring for should so happen, it will be drawn to its darkness and release a menace so terrible that it will destroy the world. The child is protected from all the evils of humanity and can never be harmed, never killed. The sacrifice of the child's life and the destruction of the Ring must be made willingly by different parts.
He ends the story here," Elrond said.
It was a long and heavy silence that hung over the library as Elrond carefully placed the old book back and resumed his pacing.
" I first read the journal when I received the book. The book it self holds little of interest beside this entry…it is also the last entry"
"I have heard of this Lord Laivindur, a long time ago, but never meet him." Gandalf mused.
"He disappeared sometime after the Last Alliance. King Celeborn of Lothlòrien, should know more about him," Elrond said.
"I shall ask him next we meet"
"Tell me-" said Gandalf carefully suddenly sounding very tired. "-What is a Spirit Weaver…tell me again"
"Valar is the name given to the fourteen powerful spirits who took physical form and entered Arda after its creation to give order to the world and defeat the evils of Melkor. Vairë was the Vala called the "Weaver" Ainur spirit of Timless Halls that entered the world and became one of the Valar. Vairë is the wife of Mandos the Doomsman. She is the weaver of fate."
Elrond paused and sighed deeply, he closed his eyes briefly and then started to tell again.
" Vairë gave seven of the elves the Gift, the skill to weave a spirit. A Spirit Weaver can see a spirit and weave it, giving it life even after it has passed to the other side, curing it of darkness, or kill it. When the Dark Lord heard of these he immediately sent out orders to hunt down and kill the Spirit Weavers. Many elves were slaughter or captured, among the fallen fell all of the seven Spirit Weavers, except one, who fled.
Few knew that Ithil'quessir was one of the Weavers, even fewer knew she gave birth.
…. there is no record of what happened to the child. Some say the Dark Lord Sauron killed it in an attempt to free his spirit from its prison; others claim it passed over the sea. As history does, history turned to legend, then to nothing more then a fairytale.. "
Elrond stopped. His throat felt dry from all the talking, and he swallowed deeply and waited for Gandalf to say anything. The wizard was silent for a long time then finally he said, what Elrond had been thinking since he first saw the elf.
"You think…. that the elf Glorfindel brought in is the last Sprit Weaver…. why?"
"Her eyes…Ithil was the only elf with green eyes, it says that all of the Seven Spirit Weavers had green eyes." Elrond said and Gandalf was silent again, thinking.
"She has green eyes?"
"One green and one blue…. and that would be correct if she is only half a Spirit Weaver."
"That would explain what happened by the watchtower…if she killed one of the Black Riders…"
"She probably touched its spirit… a dark spirit…." Gandalf finished and Elrond nodded.
"Where has she been all these years?"
"She must live the cycle of the Ring. It was lost and discovered just as she, it may be no coincidence that Aragorn found her in Bree."
" Do you think she knows what she is…that she knows how to use her powers?" Elrond said and stared at Gandalf hoping he could answer some of the many questions that roamed through his head.
"I do not know…. the only way we will ever find out is to ask her" Gandalf said calmly and then lit his pipe feeling the need to make some smoke rings to calm his nerves.
"What shall we do?" Elrond asked finally and watched as Gandalf filled his lounges and then sent a single yellow smoke ring to the roof where it disappeared.
" We have no hope of truly destroying the Dark Lord if what you have told me is true. The sacrifice has to be made willingly it says….I fear we have no other choice then to send her on the same journey. But what to do about the Ring?"
" I have already called a Council…. Have we shall have a meeting soon. This is not something one of us has the power to decide" Elrond said. Gandalf yawned and started to walk towards the door.
"What about this Spirit Weaver? Shall we tell them about her?"
"No." Elrond said flatly and Gandalf nodded understandingly.
" I am glad you told me about this Lord Elrond…. you have given me much to think about" he said and then muttered quietly for him self, "much to think of indeed….If she and the Ring are connected…."
Elrond watched him leave and then resumed his march of worry and sighed deeply while he murmured to him self.
"…but if she is bond to the Dark Lord….he can not truly be defeated without she killing herself."
There was a quiet knock on the door, she rose from the bed and crossed the room towards the door. She stopped a few inches from the doorknob not sure if she was going to open it. She hesitated a long time and finally the door opened of itself and a plumy elf walked inn carrying fresh sheets and a green dress in her arms.
The elf strolled over to the window and withdrew the curtains. She immediately shed her eyes from the sharp sunlight and walked over to one of the corners trying to be as out of the way as possible.
The maid handed her a new green dress and she reached out a hand to take. The maid's eyes suddenly rested on a single golden ring around one of the elf's finger. On the ring were detailed carved leaves and in the middle a single diamond. It was not the beauty of the ring that made her crease her eyebrows in thought…. but the finger it was resting on.
The maid waited until she had changed, then smiling quickly left the room.
"Elonia" She was ripped out of her thoughts as she saw Lord Elrond coming walking down the corridor.
"Yes my Lord " she said and bowed. Elrond stopped outside the door to the room; Elonia had just left, look at it and then to the maid.
"How is she doing…is she well?" he asked carefully.
"She is resting my Lord"
"Good…. has she said anything…her name or something else?"
"No my Lord"
"Nothing then…nothing that can tell us who she is?"
"Well…My Lord there is something?"
"What is it?"
"The ring, my Lord…. she carries a wedding ring"
"She is wed?"
Please review, I need to know if this story is worth continuing
Since it is unknown ( at least by me, if anybody knows please mail me) when the one Ring was forge I randomly picked this date. It is know that the rings were forged between 1500 and 1600 the Second Age.