The True Greate Jorney

Chapter 2 - The Prophesy

Before Waen could speak, the figure of the dead man raised a hand for silence. The spectre, for indeed that is what the once great man now was, called to Waen in comforting tones. "Hush, dear sweet child of Legolas! You need not fear your father's friend of old. Though, indeed, I was the least trustworthy of all my companions, and you have no doubt been taught to curse my name. Yet do not shrink from me! I come bearing tidings from the land across the Sea."

"Across the Sea?" Waen took in her breath sharply. Those three words meant so much. So many loved ones...

"Your father sends greetings," the specter interrupted her thoughts, "As do Gimli, Gandalf, and Galadriel, though you knew them briefly if at all."

Waen waited a moment, as if expecting him to continue. When he did not, she prompted him, "And my mother?"

Here the ghost smiled sadly. "I have seen your mother, child, and she is as fair and lovely as you who stand before me. Indeed, you look more like her than your father. But she suffered greatly without you and him by her side. She has now passed away, and not a day before your father arrived on the shores of the Grey Havens."

Waen was sure that she would have cried then but that she was still holding the blood red petals the specter had sent her. Their rough texture pressed against her skin, soaking up the pain for her.

After a pause, he spoke softly, "My time here runs short. I must deliver my message and leave you now."

From beneath his cloak he drew forth a sheet of parchment, which was real and solid enough when Wean took it from his outstretched hand. And with a smile the son of Gondor faded away...

The young Elven maid didn't seem to notice. She was busy undoing the complicated folds of the parchment. A distracted grin flicked 'cross her face as she recognized the pattern, taught to her by the Grey Pilgrim the one time she had met him. Pull out, turn over, unfold, pull out, turn over, unfold...

At last the paper gave way to her hands, revealing its contents. 'T was a hand written note, though in whose hand she couldn't fathom, certainly it wasn't Gandalf's as she had expected. The words also sounded strange to her.

'Ye shalle followe they namesake
t'wrd the Messenger and he shalle
give unto ye this prophecy. Then
shalle ye embark upon a Jorney,
and think that ye seek the Sacrificer,
yet they Hart t'will be that has ye led
there. Do not let theyself fall to the
Glorious Ploy, fore ye shalle then
have not but paine. Thy Hart shalle
bring ye t'wrd the lair of the Wolf,
who is thy true love, though ye knowe
it not. And ye both shalle be mended,
and he shalle prove his Hart to thee
by his Greate Choice. Then ye shalle
know him, and then shalle be his second
Greate Choice, yet he shalle prevail
with thy aiding love. As ye have read
this, so it be. Be bless'd as thy
namesake is not.'

As Waen finished reading, the paper vanished from her hands. In her surprise she dropped the petals. They fell to the ground, black and dead. She hadn't understood the entire message, but the word 'Sacrificer' stuck out in her mind. Waen hurried home, climbing agile back up through her window. A few of her belongings were hastily packed, and a note dashed off, explaining that she was going to Gondor. For that part of the prophesy alone, Waen reasoned as she saddled her horse outside, was very clear. She had to go see Pippin Took.

(( Bumbumbum!!! Okay, firstly, for the story of Waen's mother, I'm going to officially announce that it was written by my tres bien ami, Mysti San. yay Mysti! If you want to read it, look her up and read 'Across the Sea'. Good story. SO! Funky misspelled words in the prophecy. YAY! That was fun to write. And now you get to refer back to this chapter every ten minutes as you read the rest of the story, trying to figure out just what the heck it all means! XD okay, I'll just go write more now... R&R!! ))Top of Form 1Bottom of Form 1