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Chapter XIV: May It Be
They were lead through the forest in silence by the elf Haldir, and his brothers Rúmil and Orophin. They talked only on the elven tongue, that Frodo understood little off, they cast glance back at Legolas and the other elf and then talked with low voice to Aragon who answered in his own whisper as if not to wake some sleeping beast.
"-Why have you brought a lady on such a dangerous journey?-"
"-We did not bring her, faith stumbled upon us in the woods and we had little choice then to take her with us, hoping that the Lórien would give her shelter…and some answers"
"-Answers?-"
"-Yes…. seems like memory has been taken from her-"
Haldir stopped and looked at the elf with disbelief written all over his face, and then he caught he glare Legolas was sending him, like a wolf watching over her cubs, and then Haldir and his brothers laughed, Aragon couldn't understand why.
"I dont trust them!" Gimli muttered for him self; he didn't let his eyes off either Aragon or the other elves. It had taken much to convince the elves not to blindfold the dwarf, and it was not until Aragon had said that they all should walk in darkness that Haldir had been convinced that it was foolish ness to struggle in the dark, when they had struggled so far on their journey.
The hobbits could not hide the gasps that escaped their mouth as they gazed upon Caras Galadhon. Trees seemed to disappeared in the sky and the forest was lit up by eerie blue light illuminated the glowing faces of the elves. Haldir led them up a flight of stairs, saying that they Lord and Lady of The Golden Wood wished to speak with them. Legolas hesitantly let go of his valuable burden to Haldir who said he would tend to her wounds and give her a safe place to rest.
Orophin had told the hobbits that The Lady of Lórien was the fairest of them all, but they were not prepared for the glory she held. The Lord and the Lady was clad in white and their face held no trace of age, except for maybe in the depths of their eyes. The Lady was glad in a shimmering white dress and her golden hair hugged her fair face elegantly as it danced down her back. The Lord had long silver hair and he held the hand of his wife gingerly as they rose to greet their guest, as was custom among the elves.
"Nine there was sent from Rivendell and yet here are eight. Tell me where is the wizard Gandalf, for I have great desire to speak with him"
They all looked down into the ground nobody wanting to speak the sorrow their heart felt.
"He has fallen into the darkness," The Lady said in a calm voice piercing them with her eyes. She took a step forward and talked in a low, but stern voice.
"The quest stands on the edge of a knife…. stray little and you should fall. But there is still hope as long as the company remains true. Rest now with peace at heart and mind for you are weary with grief and sorrow."
They walked down to get some rest, most in delight for the hobbits that feared that they would have to sleep in the trees. Aragon lingered for a moment with the Lord and Lady because there was something he wanted to ask them.
"Forgive me, my lady, my lord…but I was told that you held answers to our nameless one, who has helped us on our journey" The two of them looked at each other, with maybe for the first time since the age of trees, with surprise.
"The nameless one?" The lady asked, she had foreseen their coming, but she had not seen a ninth companion in the Fellowship. Aragon nodded and told them about the elf Haldir had taken to heal. A dark shadow flickered across the lord and lady's face as they muttered something on their own tongue.
"We hold no answers Aragon son of Arathorn!" the lord, Celeborn answered swiftly, and before Aragon could ask more questions they walked away.
She was rose from her rest and found her self in the middle of a forest surrounded by blue light. She blinked her eyes heavily from sleep, and then felt somebody grab her arm. The sound that had awakened her was the sound of soft whisper. One arm was clambered tightly around her arm and she was led up a flight of stairs.
There she was greeted by two elves whom's light shone so brightly she had to shed her eyes. They looked at her with eyes filled with sorrow, anger and maybe even fear. But she did not crumble under their stare. The lady reached out a tender arm and placed it upon her head. Her heart jolted and she saw that lady shuddered slightly. Her strength grew and she closed her eye.
She seemed to give her the light and grace that was within her and the darkness she had carried for seemed to leave her body and disappeared into the night. The fire from her wounds, the ache from her heart and body started to float through her skin and then they twirled around her body before they to vanished. '
Instead she was filled with something else, the purest light, voices, sounds and images and she knew it was her memory that had been eaten away by the pain that filled her.
She opened her eyes and it felt like she had been reborn. The memories of the past came crashing through her like an unwanted, gruesome, melody. She knew that her time and come and she quickly suppressed the memories and cleared her mind.
"-Welcome child of light-" The Lady said and then she bowed knowing that she was no faced with an elf with greater grace then had been given to her.
"-And I greet thy, Lady Galadriel, and Lord Celeborn-" she answered and for the first time in months her voice held true strength and certainty.
"-It had been long since you wandered these woods.-" Lord Celeborn said-
"-We were worried when news of your death was brought to our woods, it seemed like hope then had truly perished-" Lady Galadriel continued.
"-It may grow dark in my heart, but if not for your spirit, darkness would have truly consumed me-" She then bowed and held her gaze on the floor for a long time.
"-If only I had been stronger, then so little of this would have happened-" she said and raised her gaze briefly, before she lowered it again.
"-You have shown greater strength then many others, you have strived and suffered not only in your heart but also in your body. There is no need to feel shame, for what has happened to you was out of your power. Even though you were captured by the darkness from Mordor, you have made your may here. -" Galadriel said and smiled warmly.
"-I only whish for the strength to do what faith has bond upon my spirit-" She answered.
"-You wish to make the sacrifice non could ask you to do-" Celeborn asked calmly.
"-None would have asked, and still I would have done it. The Ring may be destroyed but the Dark Lords spirit would still be bond to me, and through my life he would live. For him to die and for the evil to truly disappear I must fall with the cursed Ring-"
Celeborn and Galadriel closed their eyes briefly and then opened them to meet gaze that feel upon them, full of hope and promise. It was a long time ago since a small child with one blue and one green eye had been born under their sky. She had carried the very essence of life in her elven glow, and even then she knew what powers she had, what gift her mother had passed on, and what curse had been placed upon you.
"-Then May It Be-" Celeborn said and placed his hand upon her head. She bowed again and felt that he slowly removed it, and then she met Galadriels eyes. "-To night we shall sing a memento to the fallen wizard, but also to you and may you find strength in our song to go through with your task, and give your spirit strength!-"
"-Namarië Lord Celeborn, and namarië Lady Galadriel, if my life have been meaningless then it was given life when I step upon your land again. I will follow in the footsteps of the Fellowship and leave one day after them-"
"-May it Be, Feavair, an evening star shines down upon you.
May it be when darkness falls your heart will be true, when you walk the lonely road, far away from home, a promise lives within you-"
She walked aimlessly through the woods trying to escape her thoughts and emotions at the same time. Her heartbeat was racing against her chest, she felt flushed and cold at the same time and she was trembling from nervousness and fear.
For some years she had allowed to indulge her self in the fantasy that the One Ring may perhaps remain hidden forever. Every time she had felt the evil of the Ring pulsate through the world she had tried to ignore it and she had tried to escape the nightmares.
She continued walking not sure where to, but wanting to get away from everything, wanting to get away from him. Her legs broke into a run and she let them carry her through the forest.
She had been certain that when she saw him run after the orcs in Mirkwood, she would never see him again. He thought she had died, what had he thought when he saw her again? Perhaps he had believed she had been re-born so she could continue her earthly life with him. She could not allow him to discover the truth. The mere thought of facing him was agonizing and she felt her heart sob and the prospect of leaving him again. She had never planned on falling in love.
Feavair had not realized how far she had run until she left the borders of the Golden Wood. She came to a sudden halt and stared at the world beyond the realm of the elves. That world out there was gruesome and cruel, and she had felt it on her own body those months in Bree.
Men, who were born free and innocent into the world, let them selves corrupt by society. They wanted material riches and powers over others it was all they ever strived for, and they slaughtered each other in meaningless wars to gain it. A world that had been tarnished and soiled by the presences of demons and monsters, this was the world she would die for.
"Eowerith?" and uncertain voice asked behind her. She stiffened as she heard the sound of her birth-given name. She turned around and tried to hide her smile as Haldir came walking towards her.
"Haldir" she breathed softly. He gave her a faint smile.
"I never thought I would see you again"
She did not know what to reply so she said nothing. She could sense him hesitating, but then he seemed to make up his mind.
"You will leave soon" he stated and she nodded and turned away from him.
"I will follow Frodo, wherever he may go"
"You think he will be able to escape the corruption of the Ring?"
"Yes" she said confidently.
"I will go with you" Haldir declared.
"I wish to go alone" she replied
"Eowerith….." he began but was interrupted "that name means nothing to me anymore. I am Feavair, and that is who I have to remain."
"Feavair….I will follow you, I will not let you go alone. You are my sister-friend" he spoke the words softly. "This journey will be your death, and I will not allow you to walk it alone"
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