Dislcamer: See chapter one, part one. The song does not belong to me. It is taken from page 398, The Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Rings and belongs to J.R.R Tolkien. In the book, The Lady Galadriel sang it.
Chapter 5: Pippin makes a discovery.
"Now…" said Treebeard and scratched his beard thoughtfully. " I suspect a good night sleep is in order, yes that would be very wise, a smart plan indeed" Treebeard walked away and disappeared in the darkness. Then he appeared again with some large leaves. Elegantly he made three soft beds of the leaves. They used the large ones as sheet for they covered all of Feavair who stood tallest of the three of them.
"But before night falls in your eyes, the elven maiden must sing a song" said Treebeard sternly and Feavair looked at him with a mixture of surprise and shock in her eyes. "Me?" she asked, she could not remember singing a tune since…. since forever, since her previous life. Treebeard hummed long and deep.
"Your mother sang, with the softest of tune I may add, I am sure we will all rest easier when we have your voice to calm us with, that indeed" Treebeard said. Merry and Pippin looked at her eagerly, they had not had a song in ages and missed the sound of music. Feavair bit her lower lip then she nodded slowly, mostly to her self.
Ai! Laurië, lanta lassi sùrien.
Yèni ùnòtimë ve ramar aldaron!
Yènu vi lintë yuldar avànier
Mi oromadi lisse-miruvòvera
Andùnë pella, Vardo tellymar
Nu luini yassa tintilar i eleni
Òmaryo airetàri-lìrien.
The hobbits knew that elves sang with the softest and purest of voices, they had heard them sing in Rivendell and even caught glimpses of Legolas` voice as he sang to him self when he thought nobody was listening. Feavair was different, her voice seemed to be clear as crystal and yet it held the strength of many mountains. Her eyes shone as she sang and her skin seemed to glow faintly. Her song enchanted them and they felt that they were drawn away from the darkness of Mordor. They did not know what meaning her words meant, but it did not matter.
When she was finished, she looked down in the table and Merry and Pippin had tears in their eyes. "Oh blessed be" said Pippin deeply as he sank down in the leaves. "Even for just a moment I was home in Shire" he said and Merry nodded. "Even for just one moment none of this had happened"
Treebeard did not say anything and Feavair turned her head in his direction and saw that his eyes where closed and he was humming quietly for him self the tune she had sang. Then when he felt her gaze on him, he opened his eyes.
"Hmm…long ago is it since I have heard the soft song of the star children" he said and sighed deeply.
Feavair could not sleep. For a few moments she lay awake and twitched trying to find a comftable position, but then at last she gave up and crawled out of the leaves and out to the trees. She was feeling an ache in her body again, not only from the foul whispers. She thought she was stronger; that she could do this, but her heart betrayed her, as it had done when she first met him. All she could think of again was him.
She walked over to a stone, sat down, and rested her head in her hands and sighed deeply and stared out into the nothingness of the forest. Why was life so unfair, why was she doomed to end her life so miserable, why could not her mother give her the strength to do this, when she gave her the task to end his evil. Then again, was it really her mother to blame?
Tiredness and grief washed over and soon images started to dance in front of her face and she thought about the joyful days that was so long ago, but still stood clear in her memory.
She recalled the first time she had meet Legolas.
Some elves from the Golden Wood had started the journey to Grey Heavens and to the Undying Lands. She had followed a company of ten elves and they were to meet other in Mirkwood. She was not to cross the sea; there was no ship that could carry her. The Lady Galadriel had insisted on that she should see more of the world.
"If you are ever in doubt, memories will always give you knowledge. But Eowerith, leave your old name behind and carry the name Feavair, so that you will never forget whom you are. Your time will come, perhaps sooner then you think. When the shadows stir in Mordor and Isilidur's Bane starts to draw back to its master, you must go."
She had spent many years traveling, some times alone, and sometimes in the company of others. She never stayed long in one place and made sure to never make any friends. Friends she would have to leave behind, she had already left her brother-friend, Haldir and did not want to endure more farewells.
She broke her promise and she befriended Jar`en Ben`al and the half-elf Fiowyn. They were bards and she learned to use her gift for music. She lived through her music and each time she saw the happy faces of the people they placed for, she knew that her struggles were worth it.
One day they had reached the house of Lord Thranduil of Mirkwood. They had been traveling for many days and had gotten lost in the tangles of the forest and the autumn mist that crawled over them.
She had heard his singing first; it was his calm and gently voice that drew her to him. Even before she saw his eyes, she knew there was something special about him and it scared her. When they met, she knew that he would cause her much pain, but none more then she would cause him. She tried to keep her feelings hidden, tried to lock them in her heart. He had swept her away and never before had she felt so happy and……….
She heard the sound of heavy footsteps and quickly turned around and rose slowly so she would not feel so small in front of Treebeard as he walked towards her. "Hmm…. hum…thinking are we, deep in thoughts about pondering matters, no don't stop for me, don't be hasty, remember that"
"No…. that is all right I am finished" Feavair paused and then asked. "When…when was it that you meet my mother, Ithill?" Treebeard scratched the moss in his long white beard and hummed long and hard before he said.
"A very long time ago…. before the darkest of the Dark Years I think"
"But why was she here…. where had she been?"
"Hm… From where she came she did not tell, so I do not know. I only know she asked for the directions to Isengard, and then I followed her to the edge of a forest."
"Did she tell you she was a Spirit Weaver?" Feavair asked and Treebeard nodded.
"I knew she was a weaver of spirits, her eyes told me that, I did not need to tell me. She was the last of the Seven, the others had been captured by the First Dark Lord. He twisted and bent their spirits to monsters and shadow"
"How did my mother manage to escape?"
"Hmm…." Treebeard hummed "that is a good question, one I do not know the answer to…..hm….perhaps I can…" trailed of in hums.
Feavair felt a sudden cold wind wash around her and she looked quickly to the ground. She could not hide the guilt she carried, the very reason for all those dark years, for all those wars, for all those death and this entire struggle was she. That was the main reason she was so determined to go to Mt. Doom, so she could make retribution.
"She bound the Dark Lord's spirit to the One Ring. Then she bound his spirit to me, to protect me. But through me he lives, he grows stronger" she muttered.
"You can not feel guilt for the choice of your mother, she only did what she thought she had to do to protect her child" Treebeard answered.
"But at what cost is my life really worth more then all those life lost through the years"
"For one your life is worth it" he said simply and once again, she looked another way. How come it felt like Treebeard was reading her mind.
"Even if he feels that my life is worth the darkness of the world, it is not. He loves me and he does not see clearly, when he know he will understand and he will accept." Feavair answered feeling so desperately alone and so unbelievable cold the coldness was inside her very bones.
"But it was not only your mothers choice that has fault in all this, even if she hadn't bound his spirit to the One Ring, he would have found another way to connect his evil to it, and that may have made the ring far more dangerous" Treebeard said calmly.
" She bound his spirit and the past can not be undone, I am doomed to go to the mountain to end his evil." She paused and then continued, " Why did she not just kill me then at once, why let me suffer now?"
"Doomed or destined, seems like the boarders between the two alike is hard to see. Think about the happy times. Perhaps your mother wanted you to see and feel love, like she did" Feavair head snapped up and she stared at the Ent.
"Are you talking about my father? Did she tell you about him?" Treebeard did not answered and for a long time they sat in silence. As the silence grew heavier, the night became darker and the whisper in her heart stronger.
"Well…I probably should set out then, Merry and Pippin are safe here, or at least as safe as they can be" she muttered and rose ready to head for Mordor. Treebeard put a crocket hand on her shoulder and said.
"Why not come to Entmoor and to Isengard. Let time work on your thoughts, it is foolish to wander of from here," Treebeard asked and Feavair hesitated, then she answerd.
"It makes no matter my choice is made" she said more determined then she felt.
"Then I will bind you to a promise. To find some more answers, you promise that you will come with us, it matters not, if you have not changed your mind, you can still reach Mordor by the speed of wings hoom…."
She heisted a few moments and stared out into the darkness, why did he want her to go with them to Isengard. Why did he want to go to Isengard at all? She stared long and hard into his brilliant brown eyes and that faint green glow that burned inside.
"Very well, I promise….I will go with you, thou I see not what different it will make. Whatever happen I will not let Legolas see me."
Treebeard chuckled slightly and his laughers made the ground shake. "That is a deal then elf weaver, though I may say I find it a strange deal indeed, but then again stranger things have happened. And do not worry, I know all about what you can do and will let the others know to take ease on any beast in the woods"
She nodded slowly and let a hand comb away some of her dark hair from her face. She looked up and could just see the sky through the mass of leaves and branches over their head. It was a clear night full of stars and the moon shone brightly. Her heart felt lighter then it had done in a long time, talking to Treebeard had helped her ease her troubled soul, and the starts above calmed her. Stars never changed.
She did not know Pippin had heard the whole conversation.
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