Even at Strider's words, Pippin still felt no comfort. But, he did not argue; he just followed like the rest of them.
"Do not fret, Master Took," Aniron said gently, falling back to the hobbit's side. "Just look forward to coming to Rivendell. It truly is a grand place."
"Have you been there before? Can you tell us about it?" Sam interrupted, much interested in the conversation. Aniron gave a soft laugh and fulfilled Samwise's request.
"Yes, I have been to Rivendell. I spent quite a time there once. I do not know where I should begin, but it seems I must...." she paused, looking to Sam. "....or you'll never be satisfied, will you?" Sam blushed and nodded quickly, his face burning with embarrassment.
"Elen sila lumenn omentilmo e Rivendell." Aniron whispered to the hobbits. A confused look came to their faces, all but Frodo. Though, he only understood half of what she said. Frodo knew some Elvish from Bilbo, but Aniron spoke it very well and very fast.
"A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting in Rivendell. Words in Common Tongue, Elvish,or Westerness could not describe what Rivendell brings to the heart. Physically, it is beautiful. Tranquil do the waters flow through it. It seems you could be lost in its time for ages and never realize it. The Elvish housings and beautifully carved and made by the Elves who were first coming in the First Age; before Sauron and his evil servants had stepped foot into the land." Aniron paused, taking in a sigh, getting lost in her thoughts.
"The moment your eyes lay upon the fair land, you will love it. Fair is Rivendell in all ways. Nae saian luume. (It has been too long.)" Aniron spoke softly, falling back into the Elvish tongue. "My heart burns to see it again. But, soon enough, we will all come to it safely. The lushness of the green and gold moss that surrounds it is even beautiful. She lays her rays on it it seems forever. A warmth comes to heart, body, and mind when you're there. And the elves!" Aniron exclaimed, almost knocking the poor hobbits to their hairy feet by such a surprise.
"Sam, if I can recall, I believe you want to see Elves. I think, you of everyone, shall be most pleased. The Elves are quite mannered and fair of all people near. They are most just and gracious. And Master Elrond! When you meet him, you feel a tingle of a feeling I cannot describe run through you. He, being over three thousand years old, is the fairest of all Elves I have met. Well....." Aniron paused, thinking whether she should say what was on her mind. Strider knew and intended for her not to say.
"Antolle ulua sulrim. (Much wind pours from your mouth.)" Strider interrupted, taing the breath away from Aniron with such a negative endearment. He chuckled, quite amused at her reaction and continued. "We need less talk and more strength in walking. We must quicken our pace in order to reach Weathertop soon."
"Amin feuya ten lle. (You disgust me.)" Aniron replied, softly smiling and continuing. "Strider's right. Let us continue quickening our walk so as to get to Weathertop soon."
"What's Weathertop?" Merry asked, now feeling quite open to talking to the rangers. He felt as though he could really trust them.
"It was once the great watchtower of Amon Sul." Strider replied sternly, ending all conversation until their destination was reached that night.
* * * * * * * *
Coming to the foot of Weathertop, the hobbits now realized how large and powerful it was. They climbed up, good old Bill the pony standing guard at the bottom, breathless and weary; for the slope was had been steep and rocky.
Coming to the top, they found a wide ring of ancient stone, their magnificent sculptings now crumbling to the brown-grassed, cracked, stony ground. They looked round in amazement; this was something they had never seen before. Nothing like this was to be found in the Shire.
"I must take my leave now," Aniron whispered, staring out into the darkness that crept upon them.
"Mani ume lle quena? (What did you say?)" Strider asked, coming to Aniron's side. She turned to him, not being able to take her eyes off the darkness in the distance.
"Shhh." she whispered to him, motioning him to be quiet with her hand. Strider perked up, listening to the silence. In the distance, the cry of the Nazgul was heard.
"Ta naa neuma (It is a trap)....." Aniron said, catching Strider's eye.
"They will be safe. I will not let anything happen." he replied, trying to comfort his friend.
"Tira ten rashwe. (Be careful.)" Aniron said, settling her pack on her back and the sword in its sheath. "Uuma ma ten rashwe, ta tuluva a lle. (Don't look for trouble, it will come to you.) Quel marth. (Good luck.)"
Strider nodded, acknowledging her leave.
"Aa menealle nauva calen ar malta. (May your ways be green and golden.) Tenna ento lye omenta e Rivendell. (Until next we meet in Rivendell.)" Strider replied softly, brushing away fallen hair from Aniron's face. She smiled and nodded. Walking away to the hobbits to give her fairwells, she stopped suddenly. Turning around to Strider, she held her fist tight, walking to him again.
"Tessa sina ten amin. (Hold onto this for me.)" and with those words she reached out with her free hand, opening the palm of Strider's hand. Dropping into his hand was a silver ring with Elvish carved into it. The words on it were worn but still could be seen plain:
"When the seas and mountains fall, and we come to end of day;
In the dark I hear a call: calling me there, I will go there, and back again."
"I shall guard it with my life." Strider said, putting the ring away in a pocket where it would stay until given back into the hands of Aniron.
"I've trusted you with my life, Aragorn." Aniron began. "And I always will. You never let me down, and I know you never will. Now trust me, Aragorn."
"I always have, Avari. I always have." Strider replied, a soft smile sketching into his dark, weathered face. Returning the smile, she moved to the hobbits, unpacking their things, worry crossing every thought in their mind.
"My friends, I am afraid I must take my leave now." Aniron said, dropping to her knees to meet the hobbits' eyes.
"Where will you be headin'?" Sam asked. For now he trusted the rangers deeply and realized his life was in their hands.
"I'm going to Rivendell by myself. I'll have everything ready for you when all of you arrive in about six days. Don't worry. Strider will watch over you and guide you to Rivendell. Uuma dela......don't worry. I shall see you in six days and I look forward to our next meeting!" she added with a grin. Getting up, she pulled Frodo aside.
"I'm most worried about you, Frodo. I take me leave, for now, giving you a piece of advice. Never put It on. For They are attracted to It. Just follow that and you'll be fine." she gave Frodo a quick hug and came to her feet. Gathering the rest of her things, she headed for the path that led down to the Wild. Strider ran to her before she left.
"Asca. (Hurry.)" he said grimly. Aniron nodded and smiled.
"Lissenen ar maska lalaith tenna lye omentuva. (Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet." And with those words, she fled down the dark path, ready for her lone journey to Rivendell, with the Wraiths close behind.
Hope you're liking it! And I have to make this note to my certain readers who adore Aniron/ Avari, do not fret! She's not leaving the story! I could NEVER do that! ^_^ LOOK FORWARD TO THE NEXT CHAPTER COMING VERY, VERY SOON! Also, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!! Thank you! ^_^
"Do not fret, Master Took," Aniron said gently, falling back to the hobbit's side. "Just look forward to coming to Rivendell. It truly is a grand place."
"Have you been there before? Can you tell us about it?" Sam interrupted, much interested in the conversation. Aniron gave a soft laugh and fulfilled Samwise's request.
"Yes, I have been to Rivendell. I spent quite a time there once. I do not know where I should begin, but it seems I must...." she paused, looking to Sam. "....or you'll never be satisfied, will you?" Sam blushed and nodded quickly, his face burning with embarrassment.
"Elen sila lumenn omentilmo e Rivendell." Aniron whispered to the hobbits. A confused look came to their faces, all but Frodo. Though, he only understood half of what she said. Frodo knew some Elvish from Bilbo, but Aniron spoke it very well and very fast.
"A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting in Rivendell. Words in Common Tongue, Elvish,or Westerness could not describe what Rivendell brings to the heart. Physically, it is beautiful. Tranquil do the waters flow through it. It seems you could be lost in its time for ages and never realize it. The Elvish housings and beautifully carved and made by the Elves who were first coming in the First Age; before Sauron and his evil servants had stepped foot into the land." Aniron paused, taking in a sigh, getting lost in her thoughts.
"The moment your eyes lay upon the fair land, you will love it. Fair is Rivendell in all ways. Nae saian luume. (It has been too long.)" Aniron spoke softly, falling back into the Elvish tongue. "My heart burns to see it again. But, soon enough, we will all come to it safely. The lushness of the green and gold moss that surrounds it is even beautiful. She lays her rays on it it seems forever. A warmth comes to heart, body, and mind when you're there. And the elves!" Aniron exclaimed, almost knocking the poor hobbits to their hairy feet by such a surprise.
"Sam, if I can recall, I believe you want to see Elves. I think, you of everyone, shall be most pleased. The Elves are quite mannered and fair of all people near. They are most just and gracious. And Master Elrond! When you meet him, you feel a tingle of a feeling I cannot describe run through you. He, being over three thousand years old, is the fairest of all Elves I have met. Well....." Aniron paused, thinking whether she should say what was on her mind. Strider knew and intended for her not to say.
"Antolle ulua sulrim. (Much wind pours from your mouth.)" Strider interrupted, taing the breath away from Aniron with such a negative endearment. He chuckled, quite amused at her reaction and continued. "We need less talk and more strength in walking. We must quicken our pace in order to reach Weathertop soon."
"Amin feuya ten lle. (You disgust me.)" Aniron replied, softly smiling and continuing. "Strider's right. Let us continue quickening our walk so as to get to Weathertop soon."
"What's Weathertop?" Merry asked, now feeling quite open to talking to the rangers. He felt as though he could really trust them.
"It was once the great watchtower of Amon Sul." Strider replied sternly, ending all conversation until their destination was reached that night.
* * * * * * * *
Coming to the foot of Weathertop, the hobbits now realized how large and powerful it was. They climbed up, good old Bill the pony standing guard at the bottom, breathless and weary; for the slope was had been steep and rocky.
Coming to the top, they found a wide ring of ancient stone, their magnificent sculptings now crumbling to the brown-grassed, cracked, stony ground. They looked round in amazement; this was something they had never seen before. Nothing like this was to be found in the Shire.
"I must take my leave now," Aniron whispered, staring out into the darkness that crept upon them.
"Mani ume lle quena? (What did you say?)" Strider asked, coming to Aniron's side. She turned to him, not being able to take her eyes off the darkness in the distance.
"Shhh." she whispered to him, motioning him to be quiet with her hand. Strider perked up, listening to the silence. In the distance, the cry of the Nazgul was heard.
"Ta naa neuma (It is a trap)....." Aniron said, catching Strider's eye.
"They will be safe. I will not let anything happen." he replied, trying to comfort his friend.
"Tira ten rashwe. (Be careful.)" Aniron said, settling her pack on her back and the sword in its sheath. "Uuma ma ten rashwe, ta tuluva a lle. (Don't look for trouble, it will come to you.) Quel marth. (Good luck.)"
Strider nodded, acknowledging her leave.
"Aa menealle nauva calen ar malta. (May your ways be green and golden.) Tenna ento lye omenta e Rivendell. (Until next we meet in Rivendell.)" Strider replied softly, brushing away fallen hair from Aniron's face. She smiled and nodded. Walking away to the hobbits to give her fairwells, she stopped suddenly. Turning around to Strider, she held her fist tight, walking to him again.
"Tessa sina ten amin. (Hold onto this for me.)" and with those words she reached out with her free hand, opening the palm of Strider's hand. Dropping into his hand was a silver ring with Elvish carved into it. The words on it were worn but still could be seen plain:
"When the seas and mountains fall, and we come to end of day;
In the dark I hear a call: calling me there, I will go there, and back again."
"I shall guard it with my life." Strider said, putting the ring away in a pocket where it would stay until given back into the hands of Aniron.
"I've trusted you with my life, Aragorn." Aniron began. "And I always will. You never let me down, and I know you never will. Now trust me, Aragorn."
"I always have, Avari. I always have." Strider replied, a soft smile sketching into his dark, weathered face. Returning the smile, she moved to the hobbits, unpacking their things, worry crossing every thought in their mind.
"My friends, I am afraid I must take my leave now." Aniron said, dropping to her knees to meet the hobbits' eyes.
"Where will you be headin'?" Sam asked. For now he trusted the rangers deeply and realized his life was in their hands.
"I'm going to Rivendell by myself. I'll have everything ready for you when all of you arrive in about six days. Don't worry. Strider will watch over you and guide you to Rivendell. Uuma dela......don't worry. I shall see you in six days and I look forward to our next meeting!" she added with a grin. Getting up, she pulled Frodo aside.
"I'm most worried about you, Frodo. I take me leave, for now, giving you a piece of advice. Never put It on. For They are attracted to It. Just follow that and you'll be fine." she gave Frodo a quick hug and came to her feet. Gathering the rest of her things, she headed for the path that led down to the Wild. Strider ran to her before she left.
"Asca. (Hurry.)" he said grimly. Aniron nodded and smiled.
"Lissenen ar maska lalaith tenna lye omentuva. (Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet." And with those words, she fled down the dark path, ready for her lone journey to Rivendell, with the Wraiths close behind.
Hope you're liking it! And I have to make this note to my certain readers who adore Aniron/ Avari, do not fret! She's not leaving the story! I could NEVER do that! ^_^ LOOK FORWARD TO THE NEXT CHAPTER COMING VERY, VERY SOON! Also, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!! Thank you! ^_^