Disclaimer - If I owned The Lord of the Rings, I would be a millionaire and would have no problems being published. As I have yet to see my name in print, I don't think that being the owner of LotR is one of the bragging rights I have. ;-)
A/N - Yes, another short chapter . . . however, this ought to be the last. :-D My Writer's Block has lifted, and I'm back to working on my own Realm, which means that updates ought to be faster and somewhat longer.
WARNING- This chapter contains a major spoiler for The Return of the King. There. You have been warned.
Afternoon found Anna in hot pursuit of Sîrwen, trying to convince her to take her back to the stretch of trees where she had been found.
"Please Sîrwen - I must go back. There is something important I left behind - something that I have to find." Anna pleaded.
"Why did you not bring this thing with you when you came to Rivendell?" Sîrwen asked, completely baffled.
"I - I didn't think about it. Please take me back!" Anna begged.
"If you did not think about this thing, did not remember it, then it is not important, is it?" Sîrwen inquired of her gently.
"No . . . I mean, yes! It is important! Very. I couldn't go and get it earlier because, um, I didn't know how to ask." Anna replied, completely truthful.
"You still do not know how. The proper word is -" the elf began.
Anna cut her off before she could inform her of the proper tense."Please, Sîrwen! If you will not take me, I will ask Glorfindel to - and I do not think he will be happy with my asking."
Sîrwen sighed. "He will not be pleased, but I suppose that he will take you, if you ask kindly."
"Do you think so?" Anna asked, excited.
"Yes, Anna. But you must not tarry long in asking, ere Glorfindel finds that he has other business to attend to."
She threw her arms around Sîrwen and embraced her. "Thank you, lady!" She cried in Sindarin.
She did not bother to wait for Sîrwen's reply - or correction on the use of words - instead, she immediately dashed off in hopes of finding Glorfindel unoccupied.
It was less than a half-hour later that she found herself riding behind a baffled Glorfindel, on her way to finding the trilogy.
It was not long before they reached the wood where she had been found, and not long before she could contain her excitement no longer, and dismounted to search for her books.
"Where are they?" She whispered, her face turned skyward. "Show me where they can be found."
Something glinted gold, caught her eye. Letters. Lettering on a book; a paperback copy of the Fellowship of the Ring. Only it was . . . not. There was something wrong with the title; something unusual.
She blinked and shook her head, to clear her thoughts. Surely she had read it wrong, for it could not be, it could not have changed so. The title was no longer The Fellowship of the Ring. Instead it was now called The Return of the Shadow.
Horrified, she tore open the book, looking frantically for the table of contents. The chapters were different; they had different names and began and ended on different pages. Instead of the book ending with The Breaking of the Fellowship, it ended with a different chapter - In Search of Hobbit. The Bridge of Khazhad-Dûm was no longer called as such; instead it was now titled The Departure of Boromir.
"No. It cannot be," she thought, stunned. "Boromir did not realize his lust for the Ring until later, after Lothlorien. It cannot be."
Afraid of what else might be wrong with the story, she scrabbled around on the forest floor, trying to find her other books. "The Treason of Isengard," she muttered. "Sauron Defeated. Things have changed; the story is being warped beyond recognition. I don't know how it's going to turn out. I don't even know if Frodo destroys the Ring or not."
Dejectedly, knowing her worst fears to be true, she opened her copy of Sauron Defeated, and paged to the section where she knew the Ring was destroyed. Carefully, so as not to miss any details, she read the entire chapter, finally coming to the place where Frodo tried to throw the ring into the Mountain, only to fail and scrabble with Gollum before having his finger bitten off and watching Gollum - and the Ring - fall into the fire instead.
"On the bright side," she thought, as she finished reading and closed the book, "The Ring being destroyed hasn't changed."
Feeling as though the world was not ending entirely, she walked back to the small clearing where Glorfindel and Asfaloth were waiting for her. Together they rode back to Imladris.
A/N - There! That wasn't so bad . . . thanks to Me for pointing out some mistakes I made! :o) For your information, the titles in here are from some of the History of Middle Earth books, which I am not using in writing this. Only the titles. :-)
Me: Concrit! Thank you. What I was going on here was that her being in Middle Earth, attending the Council, and trying to tell Elrond about the books screwed things up. Glad to know that you like it no matter how messed up it is. :o) And yes, I realize that Tolkien never used the term human. I just didn't realize it while writing the previous chapter(s). As for Glorfindel being surprised at her knowing his horse's name . . . why else would she be invited to the Council? *Laughs* Actually, I didn't realize that . . . thanks for pointing it out. It'll help me out later on when I'm trying to fix the already messed up plot. :o)
AlmightyIshboo - Wow . . . I'm loved! And I wrote enough for once! ;-) Yah! You got it right . . . she was in the Halls of Mandos, which are in Aman. :oD Thanks for reviewing!
Ainu Laire - Answers! I have answers! *Laughs* All right. She was invited to the Council because . . . well, you'll find out. Things are changing because of her mere presence - and because she attended the Council and tried to tell Elrond about the books. Yea! It was Mandos - as for why, I thought that since he controlled life and death among the elves, he might be concerned with what's going to happen next . . .yech, I'm not telling. ;-) Here's a hint, though - it involves PJ's version of TTT.
technetium - I'm not alone! :-D The main reason I wrote this was to create a fan fic that was serious, had no romance, and revolved around an OC. I'm very glad to know that you've enjoyed it thus far. Kudos! You guessed whose hall it was . . . and as a prize you get . . . a review! *Laughs* Sorry. It was the only thing I could think of. :-D
Nightbird*Songbird - Sorry to hear about school . . . *Looks mournfully at her Honors Chem homework* I know how you feel. Honors classes suck the life out of you. Er, thanks for calling me an awesome writer . . . I think. *Stares at the mess made by the cantaloupe* Thanks. :o)
Next update will be . . . when I finally stop working on my original fiction. :o)
A/N - Yes, another short chapter . . . however, this ought to be the last. :-D My Writer's Block has lifted, and I'm back to working on my own Realm, which means that updates ought to be faster and somewhat longer.
WARNING- This chapter contains a major spoiler for The Return of the King. There. You have been warned.
Afternoon found Anna in hot pursuit of Sîrwen, trying to convince her to take her back to the stretch of trees where she had been found.
"Please Sîrwen - I must go back. There is something important I left behind - something that I have to find." Anna pleaded.
"Why did you not bring this thing with you when you came to Rivendell?" Sîrwen asked, completely baffled.
"I - I didn't think about it. Please take me back!" Anna begged.
"If you did not think about this thing, did not remember it, then it is not important, is it?" Sîrwen inquired of her gently.
"No . . . I mean, yes! It is important! Very. I couldn't go and get it earlier because, um, I didn't know how to ask." Anna replied, completely truthful.
"You still do not know how. The proper word is -" the elf began.
Anna cut her off before she could inform her of the proper tense."Please, Sîrwen! If you will not take me, I will ask Glorfindel to - and I do not think he will be happy with my asking."
Sîrwen sighed. "He will not be pleased, but I suppose that he will take you, if you ask kindly."
"Do you think so?" Anna asked, excited.
"Yes, Anna. But you must not tarry long in asking, ere Glorfindel finds that he has other business to attend to."
She threw her arms around Sîrwen and embraced her. "Thank you, lady!" She cried in Sindarin.
She did not bother to wait for Sîrwen's reply - or correction on the use of words - instead, she immediately dashed off in hopes of finding Glorfindel unoccupied.
It was less than a half-hour later that she found herself riding behind a baffled Glorfindel, on her way to finding the trilogy.
It was not long before they reached the wood where she had been found, and not long before she could contain her excitement no longer, and dismounted to search for her books.
"Where are they?" She whispered, her face turned skyward. "Show me where they can be found."
Something glinted gold, caught her eye. Letters. Lettering on a book; a paperback copy of the Fellowship of the Ring. Only it was . . . not. There was something wrong with the title; something unusual.
She blinked and shook her head, to clear her thoughts. Surely she had read it wrong, for it could not be, it could not have changed so. The title was no longer The Fellowship of the Ring. Instead it was now called The Return of the Shadow.
Horrified, she tore open the book, looking frantically for the table of contents. The chapters were different; they had different names and began and ended on different pages. Instead of the book ending with The Breaking of the Fellowship, it ended with a different chapter - In Search of Hobbit. The Bridge of Khazhad-Dûm was no longer called as such; instead it was now titled The Departure of Boromir.
"No. It cannot be," she thought, stunned. "Boromir did not realize his lust for the Ring until later, after Lothlorien. It cannot be."
Afraid of what else might be wrong with the story, she scrabbled around on the forest floor, trying to find her other books. "The Treason of Isengard," she muttered. "Sauron Defeated. Things have changed; the story is being warped beyond recognition. I don't know how it's going to turn out. I don't even know if Frodo destroys the Ring or not."
Dejectedly, knowing her worst fears to be true, she opened her copy of Sauron Defeated, and paged to the section where she knew the Ring was destroyed. Carefully, so as not to miss any details, she read the entire chapter, finally coming to the place where Frodo tried to throw the ring into the Mountain, only to fail and scrabble with Gollum before having his finger bitten off and watching Gollum - and the Ring - fall into the fire instead.
"On the bright side," she thought, as she finished reading and closed the book, "The Ring being destroyed hasn't changed."
Feeling as though the world was not ending entirely, she walked back to the small clearing where Glorfindel and Asfaloth were waiting for her. Together they rode back to Imladris.
A/N - There! That wasn't so bad . . . thanks to Me for pointing out some mistakes I made! :o) For your information, the titles in here are from some of the History of Middle Earth books, which I am not using in writing this. Only the titles. :-)
Me: Concrit! Thank you. What I was going on here was that her being in Middle Earth, attending the Council, and trying to tell Elrond about the books screwed things up. Glad to know that you like it no matter how messed up it is. :o) And yes, I realize that Tolkien never used the term human. I just didn't realize it while writing the previous chapter(s). As for Glorfindel being surprised at her knowing his horse's name . . . why else would she be invited to the Council? *Laughs* Actually, I didn't realize that . . . thanks for pointing it out. It'll help me out later on when I'm trying to fix the already messed up plot. :o)
AlmightyIshboo - Wow . . . I'm loved! And I wrote enough for once! ;-) Yah! You got it right . . . she was in the Halls of Mandos, which are in Aman. :oD Thanks for reviewing!
Ainu Laire - Answers! I have answers! *Laughs* All right. She was invited to the Council because . . . well, you'll find out. Things are changing because of her mere presence - and because she attended the Council and tried to tell Elrond about the books. Yea! It was Mandos - as for why, I thought that since he controlled life and death among the elves, he might be concerned with what's going to happen next . . .yech, I'm not telling. ;-) Here's a hint, though - it involves PJ's version of TTT.
technetium - I'm not alone! :-D The main reason I wrote this was to create a fan fic that was serious, had no romance, and revolved around an OC. I'm very glad to know that you've enjoyed it thus far. Kudos! You guessed whose hall it was . . . and as a prize you get . . . a review! *Laughs* Sorry. It was the only thing I could think of. :-D
Nightbird*Songbird - Sorry to hear about school . . . *Looks mournfully at her Honors Chem homework* I know how you feel. Honors classes suck the life out of you. Er, thanks for calling me an awesome writer . . . I think. *Stares at the mess made by the cantaloupe* Thanks. :o)
Next update will be . . . when I finally stop working on my original fiction. :o)