Disclaimer: See chapter one in part one.
A/N: I suggest you read those first. I want to thank all you who volunteered to help me, I got in touch with someone who is helping me with the story and hopefully, together we will be able to finish the….kind of trilogy.
Chapter one: Meeting old friends.
March 5. 3019.
She was born in a small colony outside Lindon. Her mother died in childbirth and she grew up under the protection of Lord Laivindur. Looking back at the events in history she learned that her life cycle was very much that of the Ring and the Dark Lord Sauron. Her nightmares started when she had walked the earth 650 years. It was at that time the first appearance of the Nazgûl. She had horrible dreams about fire, pain and death, she would wake up drenched in sweat or screaming. Lord Laivindur told her nothing and told her nothing that could ease her visions. Nearing the end of the Second Age, they traveled to Lothlòrien.
She had later wondered why they would take such a dangerous road when she was unaware of what she. Why they traveled in the midst of war.
They had arrived in Lothlòrien when Elendil and Gil-galad overthrew Sauron. Isildur took the One Ring and Sauron passed away. The Ringwraiths went into shadows and the Second Age ended. Her nightmares stopped. Then Laivindur departed, to where she did not know, but she believed that he took the Straight Road.
Time flowed, as time does. Now and then, her nightmares were reawakened but they disappeared again and she had learned to think nothing of them.
Then one day the Lady Galadriel and the Lord Celeborn wished to speak with her. The Lady Galadriel had looked at her gravely and then said. " A great shadow is stirring and it is time you learned the truth. Nothing but peril arrives in unawareness"
The Lady Galadriel had taken her to her mirror and said.
"You try to hide your troubles but they are clear in your eyes. You may learn something, whether what you see be fair or evil. The Mirror shows things that were, and things that are, and things that yet may be."
Feavair had stared down into the Mirror. The water turned dark as if a great void to the bottom of the world had opened of before her. It felt as if she fell down into the emptiness and the Lady Galadriel had said quickly "Do not touch the water."
As the Mirror cleared, she saw a dark land with mountains looming in the distance against a shadowy sky. A long road wound back and out sight and far away came a figure riding slowly, on a black horse, down the road. The figure was small at first, but grew larger and clearer. It was an elven maid. From under the rim of her hood, she spotted long raven black hair and she had pale green ice.
The surfaces rippled and before her flashed scenes and she saw fires and wars. Screams and anger roared towards her, rivers were colored red by blood and grassplains were stained by blood. People lay dead and dying on fields, men, elves and orcs huddled together, the sky burned and mist crept over the imagine.
Then there was a pause and the mist cleared and she saw a dark forest. The trees were tall and the grass soft, between the trees lights floated as stars. Then between the trees six figures appeared. They were tall and fair, clad in white with silver hair. She could not see the features of their faces for their skin glowed in eerie shine. The only thing she saw were their green eyes staring at her. The lights around them drew closer and one of the six figures reached out and grasped the light.
The surfaces rippled again and the mirror went al together black. Feavair looked down into the emptiness and in the abyss a single Eye appear naked and clad in flames, and it grew until it covered the while mirror. The sight was so terrible that she stood frozen unable to withdraw her gaze. Whispers flowed through her mind, whispers that death would follow her.
The vision faded, she stepped back and looked at the Lady Galadriel horrified. Without a word, the Lady Galadriel led her away from the mirror and the Lord Celeborn waited for them.
"Lord Laivindur gave this to my keeping. It is time that you read it" Lord Celeborn had said and handed her a leather book with red cover.
"Shadow is upon this world," the Lady Galadriel whispered.
"What must I do?"
"You must find the One Ring, and you must go the Mountains"
Feavair reached Mordor with the aid of the wind. She was sitting on a cliff, hidden behind some bushes and staring at the huge Black Gates, The Morannon. On top of the gates black figures stood guard. She remembered reading about the history of the Gates. She had known she would one day stand before them.
The gates where build at the beginning of the third age, after Sauron had been defeated by the last Alliance. Gondor built fortresses along the fences of Mordor so they could watch out for the evil within. During the Great Plague they fortresses were abounded and upon Sauron`s return they became his bowl for his ceaseless vigilance.
She stared up on the two great towers crowned a ceast and black hill, the stories told held caves and maggot-holes. The towers were called the Towers of the Teeth, Narchost (Fire-toot) and Carchost ( Fang Fort).
There was a dark wind, that played with her hair and she closed her eyes and heard the whispers in her heart chant the rhyme over again.
"Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha . gurth tula khila amin, gurth ta tuluva a' lye"
She thought about Pippin`s words, could Sam and Frodo be here, somewhere among the heaps or rocks and black stone. If they were, she did not see them.
She sighed deeply, opened her small pouch, and took out some lembas bread. There was just enough food to keep her strength so she could climb up the mountain, it was there, and not back again.
One could ask why she did not end her life with a sword. She had often stood on the edges of cliffs and stared down at the sharp rocks below. Her life was well guarded, even when the orc sword pierced her chest she did not die, for at that time even Sauron had had the strength to exist. As long as he existed so did she. Their spirits were bound together and one could be vanquished, forever.
He most have known what her mother had done and she was sure that if he found her he would cast her in the deepest dungeon to keep her safe so that he could live, knowing he was safe from eternal death. The Dark Lord could feel her presences but he could not touch her, nor could any of his legions of dark forces.
She heard whispers; faint murmurs but voices non-the less. Then suddenly there was she cry of brazen throated trumpets. The day was coming and the fallow sun blinked faintly over the lifeless mountain ridges. In an answer, other trumpets called out and they echoed through the hollow land.
Feavair lifted her gaze and saw that the black figures on the gates were moving as the night guards were called down into the deep again while others took over. Then she heard the voices again and she could make out three of them, one more hissing then the other.
Carefully she started to make her way towards the sound. A faint smile crept on her face as she saw brown and curly hair dance in the wind. Frodo and Sam, no doubt. Who could the third person be? Should she make her presences known? It was probably not a good thing to do, she would only endanger them, but on another hand, she could perhaps help them.
She decided to step forward.
As she walked closer, she could hear the faint hissing voice again this time eagerly talking.
"Master said to bring us here. Master says: Bring us to the Gate. So good, good, Sméagol does so, Master told, wise master." She took a deep breath and then stepped forward to make her presences known.
The gray, hissing creature, Sméagol wailed as he saw her and immediately jumped to Frodo's arms. Frodo stumbled back with the sudden weight in his arms and fell on his bum. Feavair quickly put a finger to her lips telling them to be silent. They started at her for a long time before Sméagol crawled out of Frodo arm, and Sam finally closed his mouth.
"Feavair?" Frodo asked and she nodded quickly. "What….how…when…..why?" he stuttered.
"Those were many questions at once, I am not sure if I will be able to answer them all" she muttered.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asks a little suspiciously.
"I…." She started to but ended in a stutter. "I…I followed you after the Orcs separated us" It was not the truth, but it was not a lie.
"You did?" Frodo asked with disbelief written all over his face.
"Yeah….I have been walking, hours behind you, for days now"
"But…but why did you follow us? Why did not you stick with the others?" Sam asked.
"I…I don't know, at the time it just seemed like the right thing to do" she answered and stared at Frodo.
"How did you cross the River?" Sam asked, and she did not answer. Frodo stared at her and his intense blue gaze forced her eyes to the ground.
"Did you see Merry or Pippin, are they alright?" he asked and she nodded.
"Yes they are fine, the last I saw they where all heading towards Isengard"
"Isengard" asked Sam "why would they go there?"
Feavair shrugged and Sam opened his mouth ready to bombard her with a new horde of questions, when she said quickly.
"This isn't the time and certainly not the place to hold any arguments or discussions"
"She is right" Frodo said "We need to decide what we do now, how are we going to get in when the gates are closed?"
Sméagol, who had been sitting on some rocks, tilting his head in a manner of loathsome and rolling his eyes, at the presence of the elf, suddenly opened his mouth and said.
"There is another way in master"
"Another way?" Sam asked a little suspiciously and Sméagol nodded vigorously.
Frodo let a slapped a hand on his forehead and exclaimed. "Why did you not say so?"
"Master did not ask. Master say take hobbits to gates, and we did"
"Well, where is this other way?" Sam asked.
Sméagol stared at Feavair with his large dead eyes and then pointed a long and crocket finger at her.
"Sméagol not help when nasssssty elf is here…pesssssky elves, do not like them we do"
And so started a very long discussion, an argument Feavair had told them would not be wise to hold among the rocks so close to the enemy's gates. It did not look like it mattered to Gollum, he wailed loudly when Sam and Frodo said determined that Feavair was coming with him. Finally, he gave up, with a determined frown, which said he did not improve of the nasty elf coming with them he crossed his arms and was silent.
"Then we must wait for the sun to disappear," said Feavair and the others, even Gollum, nodded. "Then we shall rest here, among the rocks, under the shadows of the Black Gates until the yellow Faces goes away" Gollum said and then sat down among the gray rocks, almost blending in completely and sat still with his eyes open, never taking them off Feavair.
The last hour of the sun was upon them and they were still where they had rested. When the sun faded to night and the dark hour crept over the sky, they started to move. They had walked rapidly, stumbling among the rocks as they tried to cover 30 leagues in four journeys. They decided to stop for another rest and have some water. Gollum accepted water gladly and drank it greedily.
"Get more" he said, licking his lips " then me go down to the Great River and get food, Sméagol is very hungry, hungry his he. Yes" Sam put a hand to his stomach and felt hunger growl angrily. They had lived on lembas the last days, but had not eaten since last night. What he really craved for was a good breakfast, fit to the greatest king or the hungriest hobbit.
Gollum was ready to crawl away on his usual night hunting, when an idea entered Sam`s mind and quickly he asked him if, perhaps, he could bring something back for them. Gollum nodded thoughtfully, sent Feavair a nasty glance and disappeared. A few minutes later, he returned, holding a bundle of small brown creatures in his hand. The same present T`quel had brought him all those nights ago.
Feavair woke with a soft sent filling her nostrils. She opened her eyes and saw the two hobbits seated around a small fire. Gollum was gone. "There is still something left for you if you want" said Sam when they noticed that she had opened her eyes.
"Quickly, you must put out the fire" she said, fearing that her voice would break and show them the panic that filled her. How foolish it was, even for them, to light a fire here of all places, had they learned nothing of their mistake at the Watchtower?
"Don't worry…." Said Frodo calmly, but Feavair did not listen instead she walked quickly over to the fire and stomped the red flames out with her own boots.
Sam was ready to protest, even more when she knocked the pot over sending bits of the dinner on the cold and hard ground.
"Let us hope nobody saw it," she muttered and stared towards the black mountains. She could hear the voice whisper inside her head again, stronger and clearer then ever before. She could barely make out words spoken on the dark tongue.
" I know you are here"Just then, her fears came through. In the mist of the night, they heard voices, getting closer.
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