The End of the Way Chapter Three

Hotel Hobbit


Merry, Pippin and Olanéa sat on the large stone wall, the men smoking their pipeweed and Olanéa watching the horizon. Many Ents were working about, planting greens around this flooded Isengaurd. Suddenly something caught her apt eyes and she stood squinting to see Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, King Theoden, Eomer, Gandalf, and Ellomë riding toward them.

"Pippin, Merry! Look!"

Both hobbits looked into the distance, then at the excited young helf. "I don't see anythin'." Pippin said.

"I do, a few dots." Merry stated.

She laughed. "Objects in distance are farther than they appear I suppose." She shook her head and slid off the high (for them) wall, grabbing a red piece of cloth from the water, than climbing back up. She began to wave the cloth in the air.

Minutes later the riders were near enough to see, laughing at Pippin and Merry's antics. Aragorn thoughtfully observed the soft glare on Olanéa's face, indicating she was getting sick of the young hobbits. With a laugh they all rode forward.

"Welcome! To the Hotel Hobbit!" Pippin announced, taking another drag from his pipe.

Merry nodded. "As you can see, this place is under new management!"

The hobbits indicated Treebeard, and Olanéa rolled her eyes. "And the bell-boys just sit on the wall and smoke!"

Both glared at her, and then looked between her and the female... they think an elf curiously, Olanéa looked stunned and the men wanted to know what was up.

"Y-you're... Ellomë!"

Ellomë smiled, blushing just slightly. "Aye, I am."

Olanéa slid from the wall, gaining her elf size again. "A daughter of elf and Dunedain, the bearer of Earenden, Lady of the Stars!"

Ellomë, by now, was blushing madly. "I am a lot, am I not?"

She watched the younger woman's wide eyes soften. "I've heard so many stories."

Smiling, the lady of the stars offered her room on her horse, and they all took off towards Edoras.


The ever curious Pippin had found the Palantir in the knee high water outside Isenguard. Curious now, the night after, he managed it away from Gandalf and gazed into it's misty surface.

It was then decided, (after Pippin explained his conversation to Sauron) that it would be of everyone's better interest that he left.

Olanéa painfully watched her friend ride off, soon feeling Merry's arm drape about her waist. She leaned her head against his shoulder, and felt his lips gently touch her cheek. "Merry," she murmured, gingerly squeezing his hand.

"I know, but Pippin is with Gandalf he'll be fine." Merry turned her to face him. "And so will we." His hand moved up, caressing her cheek, wet with her tears.

She smiled softly, tilting her head to receive the caress better, feeling his on smile because of something in her heart that told her he was smiling. Gently, he brought up his other hand and rested it's palm against her other cheek, and once she looked at him he leaned forward, softly kissing her. The kiss was very brief but it was indeed reassuring. She then, once his hands moved away pressed her own lips to his, feeling more complete and alive than ever before.

As the sun went low the two held each other, the flame in their hearts being fanned by the beauty of Rohan at sunset.


It had been a week since Levanna's body had confirmed her mandatory pregnancy, and already her usually flat stomach had begun to protrude, something wasn't right with Frodo. The child was growing, and fast, and this meant he either did not trust her or love her. She had often noticed Gollum whispering to him, but of late she had thought nothing of it.

... If this kept up, she'd give birth before the trip was even over...

One night, the still barely there child was actually active, normal for elf children, who usually moved within their mothers before or around four months of pregnancy. She had a feeling that this child would be even more special than any prophecy had proclaimed. She rested a hand upon herself, smiling softly, suddenly content with the idea of motherhood. She desperately wanted to see what the baby looked like, but she still wanted Frodo's trust, which meant she'd have to wait.

Looking up she noticed Sam watching her, his eyes clouded and dazed, his expression timeless. Levanna sat up and looked to him. "Sam, are you all right?"

He shook his head. "It ain't possible, no child can grow that quick, Mr. Frodo's right, you... you..."

All the butterfly happy feelings left her at that. "Why Sam, what has Frodo said?"

"That you must've cheated, with that Legolas fellow. It's the only..."

"Sam you know me by now, I wouldn't do that. Look," she tried to restrain tears. "If you honestly must know, my child only grows this way because Frodo does not trust me. I obviously do not have his support but I do need support, wont you give me that Sam?"

"But.. When did the two of you,..." Sam's face was red. "I know it's bold to say but... Conceive it?"

She laughed slightly and he relaxed. "Well, we didn't necassarily, here can you read?"

He nodded. "But only the Common Tongue."

She smiled and went into her pact, taking out some old sheets of paper and handing them to him. "This explains everything, it's a song." He nodded, taking it from her and immediately scanning it. Levanna smiled at his curiosity, then went off to sleep, even though she really wasn't too tired.


Kinda shorter, but I hope not too bad.

Ellomë, I'ma need you to email me and remind me what all happens before they climb to Cirith Ungol.

Hanta!

Evil Author