Lorien's Story
By Samwise Gamgee 1973
Disclaimer: In no way do I own or am in any way affiliated with Tolkien, New Line, or any of the characters that Tolkien created.
A/N: I love cliffhangers and this story will probably have a lot of them. I also love fantasy and science fiction movies and books and tend to draw from that in my writings.
Chapter 2 On Their Way
The fellowship journeys on until they reach a large stone castle. At the great oak doors they stop as Gandalf knocks with his walking stick. The doors swing open as a servant runs up the hall and stops, panting, in front of them.
"Welcome! Please follow me." says the servant, breathing heavily.
They follow the servant down an ornate hallway. The walls are covered, from ceiling to floor, with paintings of elves and men doing great deeds together. As the hall draws to its end they reach a second pair of large oak doors.
"Walk through the doors, please, Professor Hawk is waiting for you all inside." says the servant, turning to go.
"Through the doors? There are no handles." Aragorn says to Gandalf in confusion.
"Just do as you are told." Gandalf replies as he strides up to and (To every ones great surprise) through the seemingly solid oak doors. The rest of the fellowship follows after, some more hesitant than the others.
Inside the enormous room filled with books of all sizes and various magical instruments.
"Welcome to Golgotha!" says an unseen voice, "I hope your journey was uneventful."
"You know exactly how eventful our journey has been, don't you, Professor Hawk." says Gandalf, turning to look at a stout wizard wearing long gray robes similar to his own.
"Of course I do, but you have known me long enough to know that I view my gift more as a curse." replies Professor Hawk, "Please, sit down."
Each member chooses one of the surrounding chairs, benches, or stools as Professor Hawk takes a seat in the high-back chair behind his desk.
"Are you a wizard?" asks the confused looking Pippin.
"Yes, Peregrine Took, I am."
"But your ears, they are pointy like an elf's." says Merry.
"Yes, well, my father was an elf." replies Professor Hawk; "You will not find many here who are not, Meriadoc."
The fellowship follows behind Professor Hawk down a tree-covered path, in the courtyard. Other Elvish Wizards, who are gardening along the path, turn and bow as they pass.
"Where is Lorien?" asks Gandalf.
"She is around here some where." answers Professor Hawk.
"She wishes to observe the fellowship before meeting them." says an unseen voice directly in front of the on the path.
"Lorien, please, make yourself seen to our guests." says Professor Hawk impatiently.
"Of course." says Lorien as she materializes in front of the stationary group.
"How did you do that?" asks Aragorn in astonishment.
"I have the ability to blend into my surroundings at will." answers Lorien.
"You are a wizard?"
"Yes."
"But you are an elf." blurts out Legolas.
"Yes, I am." says Lorien while laughing.
"Of what elven realm are you? Not Rivendell. Mirkwood maybe?" says Aragorn.
"No, I have never seen an elf like her in Mirkwood." says Legolas
"You are both right. I am of neither Mirkwood no Rivendell." says Lorien, "I am of LothLorien. I am the heir to Galadriel's throne."
"Then why are you here at Golgotha?" asks Merry.
"I think what everyone is wondering is why you would leave such a beautiful place?" says Gandalf.
"I couldn't stay there." says Lorien, everyone realizes that she doesn't want to talk about it so they let it go.
Three days later.
Lorien is packing her things, including her broom. Professor Hawk walks in carrying a bow.
"This was your mother's." says Professor Hawk; "She left it in my care before she died. I think she would want you to have it now."
"A bow of the Galadrim. Mother said she lost it." says Lorien in wonder.
"She did not want you to face the same dangers she did."
"Why?"
"All mothers want to protect their children. Yours had an even greater reason to protect you."
"What? What did she have to protect me from?"
"Just promise me you won't go looking for the one who killed your mother."
"Why..."
"Just promise me."
"I promise, but I don'd5t even know who killed her."
The fellowship now journeys towards Caradhras. As they walk a large number of birds can be heard of in the distance. Lorien stops and turns to hear the birds better.
"What is it?" asks Gandalf.
"You must go on with out me; they're calling for me." says Lorien hurriedly, "I shouldn't have come. I'm putting you all in danger."
"Go then, but hurry back." replies Gandalf.
Lorien mounts her broom and takes off. Legolas runs over to stand next to Gandalf and looks after Lorien, who was rapidly getting smaller in the sky.
"Where is she going?" asks Legolas, obviously worried.
"I think she would rather tell you herself when she gets back."
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed my last chapter. I'd5m glad that most of you liked it. I appreciate corrections, but please remember that I am only human and mistakes will be made (spell check is my best friend but only if it knows what I am trying to spell)}