Disclaimer: See chapter one, part one. The 'poem' is a result of the small poetic bone in my body.
Chapter five: The Journey Continues.
They where blindfolded on their way back as well, but that was only because Gollum had a fit when Faramir wanted only to blindfold him. They were led away from the cave of Henneth Annün and they walked down the stairs. No words were exchanged between them as they could feel the cold morning air play against their skin.
At last, their blinds were removed and they stood under the bought of the woods once again. They could no longer hear the noise of the fall or the singing of the river. They gazed towards the west and they could see light through the tress, as if the world came to a sudden end at a rim looking out only to sky.
"Here is the last parting of our ways," said Faramir. "If you take my advice, you will not turn eastward yet. Continue on the path straight on because then you will have the cover of nature. For a few days you may travel in day light for the land dreams in a false peace, and for a wile all evil is withdraw"
He looked at them all and smiled sadly. "I ask you again Feavair if you will stay. This is surly no path for a lady may she be of elf or man." He looked at her for a long time and she sighed deeply. Only a fracture of her that wanted to stay behind, but that part she had left in Isengard.
"I will not stay." She smiled sadly "Maybe some day you will learn the course of my faith, and you will be happy that I choose to continue"
Faramir bowed deeply. "Then fare well elven lady and I shall tell all those I meet of your grace" and then he turned to the hobbits and embraced them for so was the manner of his people. He placed a hand on their shoulder and kissed them on the forehead.
"Go with good will of all good men,"
Without looking back, he turned around and left. Frodo, Sam, and Feavair stood for a long time and marveled over the speed the green clad men moved. Soon they were gone. The forest where Faramir had stood seemed empty and drear as if it had only been a dream.
Frodo sighed deeply and turned back southwards. Gollum, who had been standing near the root of an old tree, finally crawled towards them, and stared at the road the men had just disappeared.
"Have they gone at last?" he said. "Nassty wicked Men! Sméagol neck still hurts him, yes it does. Let's go!"
"Yes let us go," said Frodo and then turned to Sméagol "But if you can only speak ill of those who showed you mercy, keep silent!" he barked.
"Nice Master!" wailed Gollum. "Sméagol was only joking, yes. Always forgives he does, yes; yes even nice Master's little trickses. Oh yes, nice Master, nice Sméagol" he turned to Feavair.
"Even nice not so nasty elf"
The sun was high on the sky when they at last stopped. They had not spoken since they began to travel and they could feel the tension that hung in the air. Feavair looked at her fingers, almost wishing the ring back. But with it gone was also a part of her life, a part of her life she needed to forget.
They sat under the cover of some small trees eating dried fruit and salted meat, enough for many days, curtsey of Faramir. After they had eaten, Sam leaned heavily back against some of the rocks and sighed deeply.
"You know what would be perfect now?" he said, mostly to him self.
"No. What?" said Frodo and yawned.
"A fine smoke. Oh my I haven't smoked in days" Sam exclaimed as it dawned on him.
"Yes a smoke would have done well, and one of old Bilbo` stories" Frodo said and a dark shadow flickered over his face.
"I miss him, and the others I guess we will never see them again"
"We might just yet Mr. Frodo," said Sam brightly.
"Maybe you are right" he said thoughtfully " I wonder what they are doing now, where are they now"
"Well, at least they have the adventure they wanted," said Sam cheerfully and Frodo chuckled
"Yes they have…we will have stories enough for a hundredth years…. if we live to tell them" he added.
Feavair, who had been keeping her distance all day suddenly sighed loudly and bit her lower lip. She felt that she was somehow dragging the darkness to them, or if she was pulled towards it, she could not decide. The two hobbits, which had heard her sudden intake of breath, turned their head in her direction.
"Is something wrong?" Sam asked and she shook her head, her hair dancing around her head.
"I was just thinking" she answered and then combed some hair away from her face.
"Do you want to hear a story?" she asked unexpectedly. A light suddenly appeared on the face of the two hobbits, and even Gollum opened one eye and looked at her and they nodded.
"Many long years ago, before the making of the Sun and Moon, two seeds were planted in the earth. The first tree that bloomed was Teleperion the White Tree, which shed silver light on the domain of the Valar. Then came Laurelin blossoming with flowers of gold.
Fëanor, the elven prince of Eldamar and the son of the Noldor High King Finwë, made three great jewels in which he locked the light of the two trees. The first Dark Lord, Morgoth, stole the jewels from Fëanor at his stronghold at Formenos and slew his father. Then he flew back to his dark fortress of Angbad in the north of Middle Earth. Feänor swore by his father's blood to recover the stolen treasures and many of the Noldor followed him into exile in pursuit of the jewels.
So began the hopeless war against the forces of Morgoth. Elves and Men were slaughtered against Morgoth`s unbeatable forces. But even as the days seemed pitch black, one of the jewels were recovered by Beren and Luthien, and they gave them to Eärendil when he sailed into the West to seek the aid of the Valar"
Feavair stopped talking and looked at the hobbits to make sure she still had their attention. They were drinking in each word she said and when she stopped speaking they looked at her, dreading if the story was at its end.
"You know," she said, mostly to her self. "Eärendil is Lord Elrond`s father"
"He is" Sam exclaimed loudly and Gollum put a finger to his lips and hushed him.
"The Valar where in origin the greatest of the Ainur who created our World. In the first beginning of the World the four mightiest spirits came down to it, Manwë, Ulmo and Aluë prepared for the coming of the elves." Suddenly she was cut off.
"You said there was four" Sam protested and he was once again hushed down by Gollum.
"Morgoth, or Melkor was the fourth one and he claimed the elves for his own domain.
Conflict between Manwë and Melkor broke out and Manwë called other spirits to aid him. Among them was the lesser order known as Maiar. But that was really not the point of my story" Feavair laughed softly "But I just wanted you to learn a little about the Valar
Eärendil sailed the Great Sea at the end of the first year looking for a way to the Undying Land. Trough the power of the jewel he bore around his neck, he finally made his way and then stood before the great Valar and begged their aid against the forces of Morgoth. The Valar heard his plea and sent the great force to battle the evil of Morgoth, led by Manwë. So started the War of Wrath at the End of the Elder Days."
In the great battle that followed Morgoth`s army was slaughtered upon a bloody battle fielded surrounded by mountains of shadows. On the sky flew the mighty dragons consuming the army's with their magnificent power. Only a few of the dark Lords evil creations exists today" she was suddenly silent and her skin grew a little pale. "Among them are the dragons, orcs and Balrogs…."
She paused again and furrowed her eyebrows thoughtfully.
"There is an old poem about the battle…. Laivindur used to tell me…let me see
Mighty beasts walked the ground
And the earth shock at the very sound
Of their roars of wrath and the drums in the dark
And all fall under the mark
Of the Dark Lord, who sough nothing more then power.
The lands lay waste and red,
Drowned by the blood of the deadAll hope seemed lost and pale
And across the sea, an elf sat sail
Around him, the jewel of the Silver tree shone.
He found the Great ones in the Undying Land
Then he begged then to give him a helping hand.
The spirits heard his cry for aid
And a strong army they made
The evil was slain and the darkness killed.
After all the violence there was nothing else then silence.
Sam could almost see the battles in front of him. Gollum rocked back and forth on his heel while his thin fingers drummed on his forehead. Then suddenly he leaped up.
"Must get up, yes they must" he said. "Long ways to go still south, and east. Hobbits must make hast and not so nasty elf"
Therefore, they did, but in the back of their minds where still the last lines of Feavair`s poem.
After all the violence, there was nothing but silence.
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Note: Just so you know I'm no Middle-earth history expert and apologies for any mistakes there may be.