Summary: The end of the Fellowship of the Ring upon the shores of Middle-
earth. CANON and hopefully will do justice to the characters.
Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings plots and characters are the properties of J.R.R. Tolkien.
This is a REPOST of a story entitled 'A Tale of Many Partings'. It is a revised and hopefully much better version of that story. Thank you to those who have read and reviewed the first time around.
Farewell to the Fellowship. By: Young Storyteller
Chapter One: The Beginning of the End
For many years since the return of the heir of Elendil to reclaim the throne of Gondor after his long exile, had the people of the realm celebrated many merry occasions under the rule of King Elessar Telcontar.
Gondor's long struggle against the enemy, so near to the land of Mordor and being the place where the hammer stroke was hardest in war of the ring had depraved them from any cause of celebrations. For so long had the proud folk of the white city valiantly fought to keep the evil at bay. Long and hard were the labours, and in the end, it was proven to be not in vain.
For in the end, the task of the ring-bearer was fulfilled and the prophecy that told of the return of the king became a reality.
Since then, the city that had once lived in fear and apprehension in the shadows of the dark land for so many long years had found many merry occasions that they could celebrate. They celebrated the crowning of their king and his marriage to his elven Queen. They rejoiced at the birth of the King's heir and children. The works of restoration upon the greatly ruined city from the siege during the war brought much gladness to the hearts of the people. They welcomed with open arms and many thanks, for the help that were offered by the elves and the dwarves.
The elf and dwarf lords are close companions to the king for they had long toiled together in the face of darkness as three of the nine companions of the famously renowned Fellowship of the Ring. King Elessar had presented the fair woodland country of South Ithilien to the elves under the rule of the elf-lord Legolas Greenleaf. With the coming of the elves, the land is blessed and become the fairest woods upon middle-earth.
With the elf-lord of Ithilien, dwelt his closest companion, Gimli son of Gloin who was the lord of the Glittering Caves in the land of the horse- masters, Rohan. Of late, the dwarf had passed on his prosperous kingdom (a haven for dwarf as Ithilien is for the elves) for others to govern and had moved to Ithilien to be with his dearest companion in his old age. A great love had been forged between him and the elf-lord and it was said to be the greatest friendship of dwarves and elves since the beginning of the world. Together with Aragorn, the three had the most remarkable friendship that drew awe to those who had witnessed their bond of friendship and love.
Therefore, to the people of the city, the coming and going of the elf and dwarf lords to Minas Tirith are always welcomed.
In these days of peace, especially when the occasion arises for celebrations, the people of Gondor and especially of Minas Tirith would flood the narrow, stone paved streets of the seven-tiered city. Voices of mirth and merriment could be heard far and wide, all around the place. They would sing, jest and laugh to their hearts' content. And they would drink to the King and his family. So thus it was for nigh a century.
Dawn arrives again to replace the dark night as it had always done since the beginning of the world. Glittering star-filled night sky was soon replaced with a slender beam of light peeking shyly from behind snow-capped mountains. Life seems to stir along the rising of the sun. Soon, sunlight spilled upon the lands bathing the earth with its golden warmth.
The sun- ray added such glow and beauty to Minas Tirith, the city of Kings. The city stood in all its glory under the morning ray, the sight of the great city, glowing like polished marble is the pride of Men. The sunlight promised that it would be a clear day but the coming of the sighing wind seemed to whisper of a different rumour. A rumour of rain that would echo the mood of all the world men on that day.
That day, the people of the city had all come out to flood the streets. A familiar sight it was indeed but for the absence of the joyous voices that often accompanied such event. The air that day seemed awfully still -lifeless- and suffocating. A gloom had settled amongst all in the city.
Once in a while, voices would rose in lamentation, piercing in the still air as if from far away. Hearts were humbled and weeping came fourth from the sound. The tidings were rife in the city, spreading like wildfire fed by the blowing wind. The hushed and grief filled voices spoke of the same sorrow:
'Our beloved King has passed,' and so the news spread all over the lands as the sun above rose ever higher.
To be continued.
Very short and no appearance by the beloved characters just yet. They will come soon in the second chapter. Thank you to all who took time to read and more to those who review.
Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings plots and characters are the properties of J.R.R. Tolkien.
This is a REPOST of a story entitled 'A Tale of Many Partings'. It is a revised and hopefully much better version of that story. Thank you to those who have read and reviewed the first time around.
Farewell to the Fellowship. By: Young Storyteller
Chapter One: The Beginning of the End
For many years since the return of the heir of Elendil to reclaim the throne of Gondor after his long exile, had the people of the realm celebrated many merry occasions under the rule of King Elessar Telcontar.
Gondor's long struggle against the enemy, so near to the land of Mordor and being the place where the hammer stroke was hardest in war of the ring had depraved them from any cause of celebrations. For so long had the proud folk of the white city valiantly fought to keep the evil at bay. Long and hard were the labours, and in the end, it was proven to be not in vain.
For in the end, the task of the ring-bearer was fulfilled and the prophecy that told of the return of the king became a reality.
Since then, the city that had once lived in fear and apprehension in the shadows of the dark land for so many long years had found many merry occasions that they could celebrate. They celebrated the crowning of their king and his marriage to his elven Queen. They rejoiced at the birth of the King's heir and children. The works of restoration upon the greatly ruined city from the siege during the war brought much gladness to the hearts of the people. They welcomed with open arms and many thanks, for the help that were offered by the elves and the dwarves.
The elf and dwarf lords are close companions to the king for they had long toiled together in the face of darkness as three of the nine companions of the famously renowned Fellowship of the Ring. King Elessar had presented the fair woodland country of South Ithilien to the elves under the rule of the elf-lord Legolas Greenleaf. With the coming of the elves, the land is blessed and become the fairest woods upon middle-earth.
With the elf-lord of Ithilien, dwelt his closest companion, Gimli son of Gloin who was the lord of the Glittering Caves in the land of the horse- masters, Rohan. Of late, the dwarf had passed on his prosperous kingdom (a haven for dwarf as Ithilien is for the elves) for others to govern and had moved to Ithilien to be with his dearest companion in his old age. A great love had been forged between him and the elf-lord and it was said to be the greatest friendship of dwarves and elves since the beginning of the world. Together with Aragorn, the three had the most remarkable friendship that drew awe to those who had witnessed their bond of friendship and love.
Therefore, to the people of the city, the coming and going of the elf and dwarf lords to Minas Tirith are always welcomed.
In these days of peace, especially when the occasion arises for celebrations, the people of Gondor and especially of Minas Tirith would flood the narrow, stone paved streets of the seven-tiered city. Voices of mirth and merriment could be heard far and wide, all around the place. They would sing, jest and laugh to their hearts' content. And they would drink to the King and his family. So thus it was for nigh a century.
Dawn arrives again to replace the dark night as it had always done since the beginning of the world. Glittering star-filled night sky was soon replaced with a slender beam of light peeking shyly from behind snow-capped mountains. Life seems to stir along the rising of the sun. Soon, sunlight spilled upon the lands bathing the earth with its golden warmth.
The sun- ray added such glow and beauty to Minas Tirith, the city of Kings. The city stood in all its glory under the morning ray, the sight of the great city, glowing like polished marble is the pride of Men. The sunlight promised that it would be a clear day but the coming of the sighing wind seemed to whisper of a different rumour. A rumour of rain that would echo the mood of all the world men on that day.
That day, the people of the city had all come out to flood the streets. A familiar sight it was indeed but for the absence of the joyous voices that often accompanied such event. The air that day seemed awfully still -lifeless- and suffocating. A gloom had settled amongst all in the city.
Once in a while, voices would rose in lamentation, piercing in the still air as if from far away. Hearts were humbled and weeping came fourth from the sound. The tidings were rife in the city, spreading like wildfire fed by the blowing wind. The hushed and grief filled voices spoke of the same sorrow:
'Our beloved King has passed,' and so the news spread all over the lands as the sun above rose ever higher.
To be continued.
Very short and no appearance by the beloved characters just yet. They will come soon in the second chapter. Thank you to all who took time to read and more to those who review.