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decided to post the third chapter cause, I've been thinking of more stuff,
and it seems this is gonna be a long story, maybe one of my longest! I like
tore something in my pinky on sat. so it's been a little hard to type.
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*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter 3 - Grrr, dwarves!
After dinner, I sat in my hammock reading a book that was given to me by the Lady of the Wood, on my last birthday a few weeks past. I took the book out and opened it to the first page. 'A Hobbit's Tale, by Bilbo Baggins' the first page read. I turned the page and started reading the first chapter. The story and explicit maps were fascinating and made it hard to believe that this was real, it seemed more like fantasy.
My father watched me read for hours, I could feel his eyes glancing from me to the book, and he wondered what could interest me that much. I was so lost in the tale of the adventures of Bilbo Baggins, I did not notice Haldir walk up beside me.
"What are you reading?" He asked, making me jump and nearly fall off the hammock.
I resumed reading, and replied. "A Hobbit's Tale. It is written by Bilbo Baggins, you know, the hobbit from the Shire."
Haldir's eyes widened slightly at my words, and I knew why. "Yes, I do." He finally replied slowly. Haldir never told me about what happened 60 years ago for a reason and yet here I was reading a book of information he had forbidden me from. "May I see the book?" He asked, with not a hint that he was angry with me, though it was in his eyes.
I finished the paragraph I was reading, and handed the book to him.
He stared the cover up and down, then, flipped through the pages. "Where did you get this?" Haldir asked, finally looking up at me from the book.
"From Lady Galadriel, she gave it to me for my birthday." I said.
He merely nodded in comprehension, and looked back down at the cover of the book. He sighed, and put the book in the pocket of his robes. "You should have told me Lady Galadriel gave you a gift."
"I knew you would react this way and so did she, so I did not bother to tell you." I said.
He studied me, then, looked at the Royal Chambers nearby. "It is not the Lady's decision what I allow my child to know. I am confiscating this book, and you will not get it back. I shall talk to you myself about what took place 60 years passed when I feel you are ready to know."
I merely glanced at the outline in his pocket that was my book. "And when will that be, father?" I asked, my temper building.
Haldir paused. "When you turn 20, I shall tell you everything."
"20?!" I repeated angrily. "But that's ages from now, the war you speak of could have come by then. What shall I do when that happens, father? If I know nothing of what this war may be about."
"I shall meditate on this and perhaps, and I mean perhaps I shall change my mind." He said, I nodded and he left me alone.
I lay back in my hammock to look up at the stars. Eärendil shone brightly among them all, the moon was now orange, the harvest moon, and the next night there would be a new moon.
I sighed then turned over to go to sleep. The visions I saw in the mirror played over and over in my dreams, first destruction and despair, then the eye of Sauron. These visions disturbed my dreams greatly, not giving me much rest, and I would not be able to get up before dawn the next day.
In the morning, I was awoken by my father.
"Hurry, the sun is almost risen." He said, putting my bow, quiver, and sword in my hammock, I sat and rubbed my eyes. I slung the quiver of arrows over my shoulder, tied my sword belt around my waist and took my bow as usual every morning.
I lazily followed Haldir down the steps coiling around the trees, and off into the woods.
The whole day I had to stay within two metres range of my father, I felt like I was tied to him. It was torturing because I was very adventurous and couldn't do anything without Haldir there, breathing down my neck.
Around an hour past noon, we picked up the trail of something moving through our woods.
"What do you suppose it is?" I asked my father, as he stooped down to examine the tracks.
"Well, they are not small enough to be the tracks of a hobbit, and not large enough to be those of a man, so I am guessing it was a Dwarf." Haldir said, I saw his eyes flash at the word 'Dwarf'. He hated dwarves, like any other sane elf. "The tracks are fresh. Hurry!"
And with that my father took off at a run, following the trail, I knew he would love to catch a Dwarf red-handed in our woods. It took all my strength to keep up with him.
The tracks reached the edge of the South East side of the woods. Haldir kept going, away from the woods to follow the trail.
"Where are you going? The tracks lead out and away from our woods. We have no business with the Dwarf now." I called after him.
"Dwarves have no right to travel through our woods, as though it were a mere shortcut." Haldir called back, not stopping.
I huffed, and followed him. "Wait up!"
"Why don't you hurry up?" Haldir asked impatiently.
I narrowed my eyes and ran as fast as I could.
Maybe about half a mile away, we stopped.
"Ada, this is leading us no where. Let us turn back before the others learn of our long absence." I panted, sitting down on the soft green grass.
Haldir was standing on top of a hill, with not the slightest hint the long run had tired him. "We have not far to run, I see the Dwarf." He said more to himself than to me. "Come!" He set off again down the hill.
I groaned and heaved myself up again to follow him. I felt more like rolling down the hill, and letting it do the work for me, but I settled for letting the steep hill carry my feet faster than I would originally have.
By the time Haldir was already off half way across the plain, I reached the bottom of the hill.
"Please wait up!" I cried, groaning.
Haldir stopped in his tracks, and stood there, with his arms crossed waiting for me. "Why can you not run faster?" He asked impatiently.
"Because, in case you have not realized, I am not forever and a day old, like you." I panted, catching up to my father.
"Excuse you, I am 25 years of age." Haldir retorted.
"You look 25 years of age. But how old are you in true years?" I asked, slowing to a walk.
"Fine, maybe I am about 2950 years old, but that is not elderly for an elf, and I feel as do I appear 25, so I am." Haldir stuck his tongue out at me.
"Well, aren't you a very mature 2950 year old elf." I said sarcastically.
Haldir merely shrugged his shoulders and took off again.
I rolled my eyes and followed. "What is the point of this. What shall you say to this Dwarf. 'What were you doing in our woods?'" I asked.
"Good idea, that is actually much better than what I had in mind." Haldir said.
"What did you have in mind?"
"I was going more along the lines of driving a blade through his heart, but I suppose it would be best to know his story before I do." Haldir smiled mischievously.
"Well that is nice." I said sarcastically.
"Yes," He replied. "It is."
Once we were within hearing distance of a red haired dwarf, my father called out to him. "What business had you in our woods, Dwarf?" He asked coldly.
"Can a creature not pass through your woods in peace?" Asked the Dwarf, but he trailed off and looked less confident as Haldir towered over him.
"Do you honestly think we would let a stranger wander freely in our home? Let alone a Dwarf?" My father said.
"What do you want of me?" Inquired the red haired dwarf.
"Your name, to begin with." Haldir began. "And I wish to know why you passed through our woods when you know fairly well we do not welcome strangers with open arms."
The Dwarf straightened himself and replied. "I am, Gimli, son of Glóin. As for my business in your woods, I was merely taking the shortest way to where I am going." Gimli said.
"And where is it you might be going?" I asked with the same coldness in my voice that my father had for Dwarves.
"I am travelling to Rivendell, where I have been called to a secret council." Gimli replied. "It is a long journey from my home, quite a few months it will take. I have answered enough questions, may you, Elves of Lórien tell me your names?"
My father glared at the Dwarf for a second, then replied. "I am Haldir, March Warden of Lothlórien. And this is my daughter, Halkira, Assistant March Warden of Lothlórien. You may go about your business, now, Gimli son of Glóin." Haldir said, dismissing the Dwarf. "But remember, neither you nor your friends are welcome here."
Gimli gave us one last glare, which we returned before turning and continuing his path to Rivendell.
We watched the Dwarf disappear under a slope, then, turned to go back into the forest.
We climbed the one of the look out trees at the East Side of the forest, and sat in the nooks between limbs if the tree.
"Why is Lord Elrond having a secret council in Rivendell?" I asked.
"I do not know." Haldir replied, looking out over the Eastern Plain.
"Have you yet to come to a decision about what happened 60 years ago?" I asked.
"Yes," He said, turning his head to look at me.
"And?"
Haldir took a deep breath. "I talked to your mother about it, and she thinks that you should know by now. And I must agree. I was blinded by the thought that you would be some how traumatized by the story, and fear the future."
He sighed again and continued. "So here it goes. You know that long ago 19 Rings of Power were forged, all with the strength and will to govern each race of Elves, Dwarves and Men. And you also know that One Ring was forged in secret by Sauron, the Dark Lord of Mordor, this Ring was forged for the soul purpose of destroying the Race of Men, and Middle Earth itself."
"Well, you never quite put it that darkly, but; yes. Go on." I said, sitting on the edge of my tree limb.
"After becoming myth for two and half thousand years, the Ring was found by a hobbit named Sméagol, who took it into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains far below the earth. And there for many years, it poisoned his mind, until he became not Hobbit, not Man, Dwarf nor Elf, but a monstrous creature, soon to be known as Gollum. 60 years ago, rumour grew of a Shadow in the East, many whispers washed across the lands of a nameless fear. The Ring's time had now come, to return to it's Master. It abandoned Gollum, and this is where Bilbo Baggins comes in:
One day, a group of thirteen Dwarves, lead by Thorin Oakenshield came to Bilbo Baggins' hobbit hole. Though Bilbo did not know it at the time, they had enlisted him as aid on their journey to the Lonely Mountain so that they may recover the lost treasure of the Dwarves stolen by the dragon, Smaug. He ended up joining them. During this journey, Bilbo finds himself lost in the Misty Mountains, and discovers the Ring."
There was silence for a few seconds.
"That is it? That is the story you feared I would be traumatized by?" I asked, giving a short laugh.
"This is another reason, I did not wish for you to know. You do not understand the power of the Ring, and how close we came to destruction 60 years passed. If Bilbo Baggins had not picked up the Ring then, it would have soon been discovered by the Ringwraiths, and brought back to Sauron." Haldir said.
"Well it is safe now." I said.
Haldir didn't reply but stared across the Eastern plain again, with a look of worried uncertainty on his face.
"Is it not? Sauron and any allies he may have do not have knowledge of the Ring being in the Shire, do they?" I asked.
He looked back at me again. "I do not know. But the Ring wants to be found by its Master. And that could mean we will not be as fortunate this time as we were the last. War will spread across Middle-Earth whether for Sauron's purpose of finding the Ring, or for the purpose of using it to destroy our world like he almost did 3,000 years passed. Look what it did to Gollum."
I stared out over the Eastern plain, the grass green as ever, blowing in the warm breeze. I then imagined it covered by a sea of Orcs with weapons, fighting the Elves of my home. Darkness spread across all the lands, no living thing left, only rocks and darkness.
"Do you understand?" Haldir asked.
"I think I do." I replied.
"I did not expect you to understand fully. But you wished for the story and now you have it. The moon is nearly risen, we must head back." Haldir said, jumping down from the tree.
I stepped down a couple if branches before jumping out of the tree myself, and followed my father northward, towards the city of Caras Galadhon.
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*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter 3 - Grrr, dwarves!
After dinner, I sat in my hammock reading a book that was given to me by the Lady of the Wood, on my last birthday a few weeks past. I took the book out and opened it to the first page. 'A Hobbit's Tale, by Bilbo Baggins' the first page read. I turned the page and started reading the first chapter. The story and explicit maps were fascinating and made it hard to believe that this was real, it seemed more like fantasy.
My father watched me read for hours, I could feel his eyes glancing from me to the book, and he wondered what could interest me that much. I was so lost in the tale of the adventures of Bilbo Baggins, I did not notice Haldir walk up beside me.
"What are you reading?" He asked, making me jump and nearly fall off the hammock.
I resumed reading, and replied. "A Hobbit's Tale. It is written by Bilbo Baggins, you know, the hobbit from the Shire."
Haldir's eyes widened slightly at my words, and I knew why. "Yes, I do." He finally replied slowly. Haldir never told me about what happened 60 years ago for a reason and yet here I was reading a book of information he had forbidden me from. "May I see the book?" He asked, with not a hint that he was angry with me, though it was in his eyes.
I finished the paragraph I was reading, and handed the book to him.
He stared the cover up and down, then, flipped through the pages. "Where did you get this?" Haldir asked, finally looking up at me from the book.
"From Lady Galadriel, she gave it to me for my birthday." I said.
He merely nodded in comprehension, and looked back down at the cover of the book. He sighed, and put the book in the pocket of his robes. "You should have told me Lady Galadriel gave you a gift."
"I knew you would react this way and so did she, so I did not bother to tell you." I said.
He studied me, then, looked at the Royal Chambers nearby. "It is not the Lady's decision what I allow my child to know. I am confiscating this book, and you will not get it back. I shall talk to you myself about what took place 60 years passed when I feel you are ready to know."
I merely glanced at the outline in his pocket that was my book. "And when will that be, father?" I asked, my temper building.
Haldir paused. "When you turn 20, I shall tell you everything."
"20?!" I repeated angrily. "But that's ages from now, the war you speak of could have come by then. What shall I do when that happens, father? If I know nothing of what this war may be about."
"I shall meditate on this and perhaps, and I mean perhaps I shall change my mind." He said, I nodded and he left me alone.
I lay back in my hammock to look up at the stars. Eärendil shone brightly among them all, the moon was now orange, the harvest moon, and the next night there would be a new moon.
I sighed then turned over to go to sleep. The visions I saw in the mirror played over and over in my dreams, first destruction and despair, then the eye of Sauron. These visions disturbed my dreams greatly, not giving me much rest, and I would not be able to get up before dawn the next day.
In the morning, I was awoken by my father.
"Hurry, the sun is almost risen." He said, putting my bow, quiver, and sword in my hammock, I sat and rubbed my eyes. I slung the quiver of arrows over my shoulder, tied my sword belt around my waist and took my bow as usual every morning.
I lazily followed Haldir down the steps coiling around the trees, and off into the woods.
The whole day I had to stay within two metres range of my father, I felt like I was tied to him. It was torturing because I was very adventurous and couldn't do anything without Haldir there, breathing down my neck.
Around an hour past noon, we picked up the trail of something moving through our woods.
"What do you suppose it is?" I asked my father, as he stooped down to examine the tracks.
"Well, they are not small enough to be the tracks of a hobbit, and not large enough to be those of a man, so I am guessing it was a Dwarf." Haldir said, I saw his eyes flash at the word 'Dwarf'. He hated dwarves, like any other sane elf. "The tracks are fresh. Hurry!"
And with that my father took off at a run, following the trail, I knew he would love to catch a Dwarf red-handed in our woods. It took all my strength to keep up with him.
The tracks reached the edge of the South East side of the woods. Haldir kept going, away from the woods to follow the trail.
"Where are you going? The tracks lead out and away from our woods. We have no business with the Dwarf now." I called after him.
"Dwarves have no right to travel through our woods, as though it were a mere shortcut." Haldir called back, not stopping.
I huffed, and followed him. "Wait up!"
"Why don't you hurry up?" Haldir asked impatiently.
I narrowed my eyes and ran as fast as I could.
Maybe about half a mile away, we stopped.
"Ada, this is leading us no where. Let us turn back before the others learn of our long absence." I panted, sitting down on the soft green grass.
Haldir was standing on top of a hill, with not the slightest hint the long run had tired him. "We have not far to run, I see the Dwarf." He said more to himself than to me. "Come!" He set off again down the hill.
I groaned and heaved myself up again to follow him. I felt more like rolling down the hill, and letting it do the work for me, but I settled for letting the steep hill carry my feet faster than I would originally have.
By the time Haldir was already off half way across the plain, I reached the bottom of the hill.
"Please wait up!" I cried, groaning.
Haldir stopped in his tracks, and stood there, with his arms crossed waiting for me. "Why can you not run faster?" He asked impatiently.
"Because, in case you have not realized, I am not forever and a day old, like you." I panted, catching up to my father.
"Excuse you, I am 25 years of age." Haldir retorted.
"You look 25 years of age. But how old are you in true years?" I asked, slowing to a walk.
"Fine, maybe I am about 2950 years old, but that is not elderly for an elf, and I feel as do I appear 25, so I am." Haldir stuck his tongue out at me.
"Well, aren't you a very mature 2950 year old elf." I said sarcastically.
Haldir merely shrugged his shoulders and took off again.
I rolled my eyes and followed. "What is the point of this. What shall you say to this Dwarf. 'What were you doing in our woods?'" I asked.
"Good idea, that is actually much better than what I had in mind." Haldir said.
"What did you have in mind?"
"I was going more along the lines of driving a blade through his heart, but I suppose it would be best to know his story before I do." Haldir smiled mischievously.
"Well that is nice." I said sarcastically.
"Yes," He replied. "It is."
Once we were within hearing distance of a red haired dwarf, my father called out to him. "What business had you in our woods, Dwarf?" He asked coldly.
"Can a creature not pass through your woods in peace?" Asked the Dwarf, but he trailed off and looked less confident as Haldir towered over him.
"Do you honestly think we would let a stranger wander freely in our home? Let alone a Dwarf?" My father said.
"What do you want of me?" Inquired the red haired dwarf.
"Your name, to begin with." Haldir began. "And I wish to know why you passed through our woods when you know fairly well we do not welcome strangers with open arms."
The Dwarf straightened himself and replied. "I am, Gimli, son of Glóin. As for my business in your woods, I was merely taking the shortest way to where I am going." Gimli said.
"And where is it you might be going?" I asked with the same coldness in my voice that my father had for Dwarves.
"I am travelling to Rivendell, where I have been called to a secret council." Gimli replied. "It is a long journey from my home, quite a few months it will take. I have answered enough questions, may you, Elves of Lórien tell me your names?"
My father glared at the Dwarf for a second, then replied. "I am Haldir, March Warden of Lothlórien. And this is my daughter, Halkira, Assistant March Warden of Lothlórien. You may go about your business, now, Gimli son of Glóin." Haldir said, dismissing the Dwarf. "But remember, neither you nor your friends are welcome here."
Gimli gave us one last glare, which we returned before turning and continuing his path to Rivendell.
We watched the Dwarf disappear under a slope, then, turned to go back into the forest.
We climbed the one of the look out trees at the East Side of the forest, and sat in the nooks between limbs if the tree.
"Why is Lord Elrond having a secret council in Rivendell?" I asked.
"I do not know." Haldir replied, looking out over the Eastern Plain.
"Have you yet to come to a decision about what happened 60 years ago?" I asked.
"Yes," He said, turning his head to look at me.
"And?"
Haldir took a deep breath. "I talked to your mother about it, and she thinks that you should know by now. And I must agree. I was blinded by the thought that you would be some how traumatized by the story, and fear the future."
He sighed again and continued. "So here it goes. You know that long ago 19 Rings of Power were forged, all with the strength and will to govern each race of Elves, Dwarves and Men. And you also know that One Ring was forged in secret by Sauron, the Dark Lord of Mordor, this Ring was forged for the soul purpose of destroying the Race of Men, and Middle Earth itself."
"Well, you never quite put it that darkly, but; yes. Go on." I said, sitting on the edge of my tree limb.
"After becoming myth for two and half thousand years, the Ring was found by a hobbit named Sméagol, who took it into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains far below the earth. And there for many years, it poisoned his mind, until he became not Hobbit, not Man, Dwarf nor Elf, but a monstrous creature, soon to be known as Gollum. 60 years ago, rumour grew of a Shadow in the East, many whispers washed across the lands of a nameless fear. The Ring's time had now come, to return to it's Master. It abandoned Gollum, and this is where Bilbo Baggins comes in:
One day, a group of thirteen Dwarves, lead by Thorin Oakenshield came to Bilbo Baggins' hobbit hole. Though Bilbo did not know it at the time, they had enlisted him as aid on their journey to the Lonely Mountain so that they may recover the lost treasure of the Dwarves stolen by the dragon, Smaug. He ended up joining them. During this journey, Bilbo finds himself lost in the Misty Mountains, and discovers the Ring."
There was silence for a few seconds.
"That is it? That is the story you feared I would be traumatized by?" I asked, giving a short laugh.
"This is another reason, I did not wish for you to know. You do not understand the power of the Ring, and how close we came to destruction 60 years passed. If Bilbo Baggins had not picked up the Ring then, it would have soon been discovered by the Ringwraiths, and brought back to Sauron." Haldir said.
"Well it is safe now." I said.
Haldir didn't reply but stared across the Eastern plain again, with a look of worried uncertainty on his face.
"Is it not? Sauron and any allies he may have do not have knowledge of the Ring being in the Shire, do they?" I asked.
He looked back at me again. "I do not know. But the Ring wants to be found by its Master. And that could mean we will not be as fortunate this time as we were the last. War will spread across Middle-Earth whether for Sauron's purpose of finding the Ring, or for the purpose of using it to destroy our world like he almost did 3,000 years passed. Look what it did to Gollum."
I stared out over the Eastern plain, the grass green as ever, blowing in the warm breeze. I then imagined it covered by a sea of Orcs with weapons, fighting the Elves of my home. Darkness spread across all the lands, no living thing left, only rocks and darkness.
"Do you understand?" Haldir asked.
"I think I do." I replied.
"I did not expect you to understand fully. But you wished for the story and now you have it. The moon is nearly risen, we must head back." Haldir said, jumping down from the tree.
I stepped down a couple if branches before jumping out of the tree myself, and followed my father northward, towards the city of Caras Galadhon.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I hope u liked it, personally I think that chapter was a bit boring compared to the last one, but I promise they'll get much better! PLZ REVIEW! REVIEWS R WHAT KEEP ME GOING! I'm aiming 4 maybe 18 be4 I keep updating, so if u want more review! And I'll be likely to review one of your stories.