The Lord of the Rings Fanfic
The Revival of the ring
Chapter 3: Soup, Smiles, and singing
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The Fellow ship had already ridden one hundred and fifty miles, which was about half the way to Mirkwood. They stopped to take a break and to eat lunch for they were hungry and had not eaten except for the little they had eaten for breakfast that morning. They stayed much in the same walking order as they had been in last time, only now they had on more who joined the back of the group.
Gandalf led the way and Frodo followed close behind. Then came the graceful Legolas and the Strong Gimili. Merry and Pippin followed them and then came Boromir. Sam followed and Aragorn was close behind. The came Lu'thien who rode her horse tall and proud, which was unusual for her. Normally she would sit loosely in the saddle but she seemed full of energy today. She was happy for a reason of which she couldn't explain.
"What will we be having for lunch then?" Smiled Gandalf as he unpacked some food from his saddle bags.
"May I do the cooking?" Replied Lu'thien with a smile as she walked to help Gandalf.
"Well, Why not?" He replied as he handed her the vegetables and a pot. "Someone go with her to get water and while they are doing that someone start a fire."
"I'll start the fire." Said Aragorn as he went to go get some wood.
"I'll go with her." Said Boromir and Legolas in unison. They looked at each other and smiled.
"It's your decision Boromir, whatever you choose." Replied Legolas.
"You can go, I suppose I should help Aragorn with the fire." Boromir said as he ran off after Aragorn.
"Well, get to it Legolas, we can't stand around here all day." Laughed Gandalf as Legolas carried the pot and Lu'thien carried the vegetables to the stream.
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"I will wash the vegetables here, that way I don't have to run back and forth." Said Lu'thien as she scrubbed away and impurities of the vegetables.
"I'll get the water from over there, it's deeper so I can get all of the water at once." Legolas replied as he headed over to the deeper part of the stream.
As they walked back Lu'thien stooped to pick up some leaves from a small plant on the ground. "It's a spice that I use in a lot of my soups. It helps to make illness leave and heals the body. It also keeps the body very healthy."
When they returned to the camp, the hobbits were all practicing their sword fighting. Merry and Pippin Sparred with each other and Frodo and Sam did the same. There was a fire going in a dug out pit and Gandalf had lit his pipe. Boromir and Aragorn were watching the hobbits so they could give them pointers when they needed it and the horses were tied to trees. Gimili walked up and took the pot from Legolas to put it on the fire.
As the water boiled, Lu'thien hummed while she chopped carrots and potatoes. She threw in the spice leaves and as the rest of the water came to a boil she added beans, peas, the chopped carrots and potatoes, and some cut up onions. Soon the campsite was filled with the smell of vegetable soup boiling over a fire.
Lu'thien took the pot off the fire and placed it on a nearby rock. She called everyone over and told them to bring a bowl and spoon. Soon everyone was eating the soup quietly and happily. Lu'thien went and sat near the horses and she ate her soup wile reading a songbook that was beautifully bound in dark brown and gold. The title read: Songs of Middle Earth.
Legolas walked up to her and sat down. "The soup was wonderful. Where did you learn to cook like that?"
"I used to cook for my mother every day, she taught me all of her secrets." She replied with a smile, "I love cooking."
"Do you sing as well?" He said, gesturing to the book she held.
"Yes, I was just reading through though. My father gave me this book before he died. I had asked him why the pages were blank but it had a title. He told me to look at the first page and there was his lullaby that he always sang to me. He told me to fill it with the songs I learned around Middle Earth and to share them with those who I met. There is one in here about Tinuviel. I heard it when I was travelling for a while and I wrote it down. I really enjoyed the song, thought it is sad."
"Would you sing it for me?" Asked Legolas with a smile. Lu'thien nodded as she turned to the page.
"The leaves were long, the grass was green The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering Tinuviel was dancing there To the music of a pipe unseen, And light of the stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold, And lost he wandered under leaves, And where the Elven-river rolled He walked alone and sorrowing. He peered between the hemlock-leaves And saw in wonder flowers of gold Upon her mantle and her sleeves, And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet That over hills were doomed to roam; And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening. Through woven woods in Elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet, And left him lonely still to roam In the silent forest listening.
All was silent in the camp. Everyone had stopped what they were doing to heat Lu'thien's crystal clear voice sing the song.
"Please, continue." Said Aragorn with amazement. "I have told this story once before but never have I heard it told with such beauty." So Lu'thien continued.
"He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden-leaves, Or music welling underground, In hidden hollows quavering. Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing sound Whispering fell the beechen leaves In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn, By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering. Her mantle glinted in the moon, As on a hill-top high and far She danced, and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering.
Winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling. He saw the Elven-flowers spring about her feet and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift her came Tinuviel! Tinuviel! He called her by her elvish name; And there she halted listening. One moment she stood and a spell His voice laid on her; Beren came, And doom fell on Tinuviel That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinuviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of iron and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless."
The song ended and everyone stared silently. "That is the story of Tinuviel." Lu'thien said as she closed her book. Legolas began clapping and the rest followed close behind. Lu'thien smiled.
"That was lovely." Smiled Legolas.
"Well, perhaps there will be a song about us ten someday." She smiled.
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A/N: That's chapter 3. I would like to say here that I did not write that song. It is from The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring by: J.R.R. Tolkien. I thought that I should let you know that so that I wasn't taking credit for a song that I did not write. Hope you enjoyed that chapter. Until the next chapter. Bye bye!!
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The Fellow ship had already ridden one hundred and fifty miles, which was about half the way to Mirkwood. They stopped to take a break and to eat lunch for they were hungry and had not eaten except for the little they had eaten for breakfast that morning. They stayed much in the same walking order as they had been in last time, only now they had on more who joined the back of the group.
Gandalf led the way and Frodo followed close behind. Then came the graceful Legolas and the Strong Gimili. Merry and Pippin followed them and then came Boromir. Sam followed and Aragorn was close behind. The came Lu'thien who rode her horse tall and proud, which was unusual for her. Normally she would sit loosely in the saddle but she seemed full of energy today. She was happy for a reason of which she couldn't explain.
"What will we be having for lunch then?" Smiled Gandalf as he unpacked some food from his saddle bags.
"May I do the cooking?" Replied Lu'thien with a smile as she walked to help Gandalf.
"Well, Why not?" He replied as he handed her the vegetables and a pot. "Someone go with her to get water and while they are doing that someone start a fire."
"I'll start the fire." Said Aragorn as he went to go get some wood.
"I'll go with her." Said Boromir and Legolas in unison. They looked at each other and smiled.
"It's your decision Boromir, whatever you choose." Replied Legolas.
"You can go, I suppose I should help Aragorn with the fire." Boromir said as he ran off after Aragorn.
"Well, get to it Legolas, we can't stand around here all day." Laughed Gandalf as Legolas carried the pot and Lu'thien carried the vegetables to the stream.
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"I will wash the vegetables here, that way I don't have to run back and forth." Said Lu'thien as she scrubbed away and impurities of the vegetables.
"I'll get the water from over there, it's deeper so I can get all of the water at once." Legolas replied as he headed over to the deeper part of the stream.
As they walked back Lu'thien stooped to pick up some leaves from a small plant on the ground. "It's a spice that I use in a lot of my soups. It helps to make illness leave and heals the body. It also keeps the body very healthy."
When they returned to the camp, the hobbits were all practicing their sword fighting. Merry and Pippin Sparred with each other and Frodo and Sam did the same. There was a fire going in a dug out pit and Gandalf had lit his pipe. Boromir and Aragorn were watching the hobbits so they could give them pointers when they needed it and the horses were tied to trees. Gimili walked up and took the pot from Legolas to put it on the fire.
As the water boiled, Lu'thien hummed while she chopped carrots and potatoes. She threw in the spice leaves and as the rest of the water came to a boil she added beans, peas, the chopped carrots and potatoes, and some cut up onions. Soon the campsite was filled with the smell of vegetable soup boiling over a fire.
Lu'thien took the pot off the fire and placed it on a nearby rock. She called everyone over and told them to bring a bowl and spoon. Soon everyone was eating the soup quietly and happily. Lu'thien went and sat near the horses and she ate her soup wile reading a songbook that was beautifully bound in dark brown and gold. The title read: Songs of Middle Earth.
Legolas walked up to her and sat down. "The soup was wonderful. Where did you learn to cook like that?"
"I used to cook for my mother every day, she taught me all of her secrets." She replied with a smile, "I love cooking."
"Do you sing as well?" He said, gesturing to the book she held.
"Yes, I was just reading through though. My father gave me this book before he died. I had asked him why the pages were blank but it had a title. He told me to look at the first page and there was his lullaby that he always sang to me. He told me to fill it with the songs I learned around Middle Earth and to share them with those who I met. There is one in here about Tinuviel. I heard it when I was travelling for a while and I wrote it down. I really enjoyed the song, thought it is sad."
"Would you sing it for me?" Asked Legolas with a smile. Lu'thien nodded as she turned to the page.
"The leaves were long, the grass was green The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering Tinuviel was dancing there To the music of a pipe unseen, And light of the stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold, And lost he wandered under leaves, And where the Elven-river rolled He walked alone and sorrowing. He peered between the hemlock-leaves And saw in wonder flowers of gold Upon her mantle and her sleeves, And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet That over hills were doomed to roam; And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening. Through woven woods in Elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet, And left him lonely still to roam In the silent forest listening.
All was silent in the camp. Everyone had stopped what they were doing to heat Lu'thien's crystal clear voice sing the song.
"Please, continue." Said Aragorn with amazement. "I have told this story once before but never have I heard it told with such beauty." So Lu'thien continued.
"He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden-leaves, Or music welling underground, In hidden hollows quavering. Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing sound Whispering fell the beechen leaves In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn, By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering. Her mantle glinted in the moon, As on a hill-top high and far She danced, and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering.
Winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling. He saw the Elven-flowers spring about her feet and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift her came Tinuviel! Tinuviel! He called her by her elvish name; And there she halted listening. One moment she stood and a spell His voice laid on her; Beren came, And doom fell on Tinuviel That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinuviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of iron and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless."
The song ended and everyone stared silently. "That is the story of Tinuviel." Lu'thien said as she closed her book. Legolas began clapping and the rest followed close behind. Lu'thien smiled.
"That was lovely." Smiled Legolas.
"Well, perhaps there will be a song about us ten someday." She smiled.
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A/N: That's chapter 3. I would like to say here that I did not write that song. It is from The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring by: J.R.R. Tolkien. I thought that I should let you know that so that I wasn't taking credit for a song that I did not write. Hope you enjoyed that chapter. Until the next chapter. Bye bye!!