The first location Erin traveled to was Minas Tirith, the White City of men. Unless you include Aragorn, she had never understood nor encountered men in her life. The elvish tradition was what she was familiar with. The world of men was an entirely new concept for her. Although she was human herself, she was concerned for her arrival and how she would be accepted.
Arriving at Minas Tirith, she was immediately surrounded by Gondorian soldiers. They bombarded her with millions of questions and asking where she came from and who she was. Answering each question with ease she explained that she worked for Gandalf the Wizard and came on urgent business. Requesting to see the king, she was escorted into the White City. Curious eyes followed her wherever she went and the citizens quieted to a dull whisper. Perhaps it was her unusual clothing that surprised them or maybe it was the fact she was not a man. Ignoring them as she went past, she was led inside the home of Denethor, Steward of Gondor. Instead of Denethor, she met with his son, Boromir.
"I specifically asked to speak to Denethor," Erin said with a monotonous voice, "I come here on important matters which I must relay to him."
"The men tell me you are of Rivendell," Boromir responded disregarding her demand, "What is a women doing in Rivendell and what is so urgent that you come here?"
"That is my affair and mine only. I must speak to Steward Denethor immediately for I have other places I must go."
"We all seem to have a road we must follow," Boromir said hoping to be calmer than Erin, "Possibly, if you stayed I could find some way for you to meet with the steward."
"I do not wish to stay," Erin told Boromir, beginning to boil with rage, "If I cannot see Denethor, I must convey the message to you for I have many other errands that I need to attend to."
"If you must," Boromir sighed.
Reciting the message she was given, Erin said to Boromir, "Gandalf the Grey warns all races of men, elves, and dwarves to be on the lookout for a mysterious creature. He was given the name Gollum but his true name is Sméagol. He could be a threat to Middle Earth and needs to be found and captured. We ask for the aid of all peoples to assist in the finding of this individual. When he is found, he immediately needs to be jailed and kept under close watch."
Erin finished as the laughter around her grew.
"What do you find so amusing," Erin shouted with anger staring into the eyes of the men. Looking into their eyes and only saw foolishness, "Do you know what any of this means? It means the end of our world, our freedom, our lives." The room quickly fell silent as Erin continued on, "I have never met the creature myself but I don't doubt the words a wizard may give me. They have protected this world for thousands of years and have never failed to do so. Why now do you doubt them or myself? We are trying to save you yet you ignore the warnings we give. I've known Gandalf for one hundred and sixty-seven years and not once has he ever lied to me!"
"One hundred and sixty-seven?" the men questioned, "Is she an elf?"
Realizing she had spoken too much, Erin quickly performed one of her spells to assist in her escape.
Saying the spell, the room filled with a thick fog creating blindness just as she had seen in the men's eyes. Fleeing from the keep, she descended along the stairs but stopped when a person caught her arm; it was Boromir.
"I don't doubt what you've said," Boromir reassured her, "But you are still very young and you have years until you can find your place in this world. Little one, perhaps you should return home where you belong."
"I don't have any place where I belong," Erin said trying to get away, "I have never had a place in this world! No one will know understand how I am not like any of your men!" Mounting her horse, Erin jumped on its back and fled from Minas Tirith. When she was at a great distance, Erin began to feel odd. After a few minutes, she pulled her horse to a stop and rested her head on her horse.
"Maybe I ran too fast," she said to herself, "I just need to rest for a moment."
Erin did not recover from the rest but rather she grew worse. Her sight blurred so badly that she could no longer see the mountains in front of her. A haunting feeling of control rushed over her and knowing that something was wrong, Erin jumped off her horse and attempted to recuperate. She shut her eyes and it became difficult to breath. Losing her own thoughts, another power took over her. She saw thoughts of another being. They were thoughts of destruction, death, and world domination. A fiery eye entered the vision and spoke to her. Falling from where she was standing, she lost sight of the vision and regained her consciousness. Erin gasped for air as she laid flat on the ground. Maybe it was only a few seconds, but she felt although she hadn't breathed for ages.
"That's not right," Erin mumbled supporting herself against her horse. Clearing her head she remounted the animal and quickly glanced back at Minas Tirith. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of light from the White Tower of Ecthelion. Shifting her focus, Erin watched the tower for several minutes but saw nothing. Unsure if she had actually seen the light, she galloped onto her second destination: Lothlórien
Arriving at Minas Tirith, she was immediately surrounded by Gondorian soldiers. They bombarded her with millions of questions and asking where she came from and who she was. Answering each question with ease she explained that she worked for Gandalf the Wizard and came on urgent business. Requesting to see the king, she was escorted into the White City. Curious eyes followed her wherever she went and the citizens quieted to a dull whisper. Perhaps it was her unusual clothing that surprised them or maybe it was the fact she was not a man. Ignoring them as she went past, she was led inside the home of Denethor, Steward of Gondor. Instead of Denethor, she met with his son, Boromir.
"I specifically asked to speak to Denethor," Erin said with a monotonous voice, "I come here on important matters which I must relay to him."
"The men tell me you are of Rivendell," Boromir responded disregarding her demand, "What is a women doing in Rivendell and what is so urgent that you come here?"
"That is my affair and mine only. I must speak to Steward Denethor immediately for I have other places I must go."
"We all seem to have a road we must follow," Boromir said hoping to be calmer than Erin, "Possibly, if you stayed I could find some way for you to meet with the steward."
"I do not wish to stay," Erin told Boromir, beginning to boil with rage, "If I cannot see Denethor, I must convey the message to you for I have many other errands that I need to attend to."
"If you must," Boromir sighed.
Reciting the message she was given, Erin said to Boromir, "Gandalf the Grey warns all races of men, elves, and dwarves to be on the lookout for a mysterious creature. He was given the name Gollum but his true name is Sméagol. He could be a threat to Middle Earth and needs to be found and captured. We ask for the aid of all peoples to assist in the finding of this individual. When he is found, he immediately needs to be jailed and kept under close watch."
Erin finished as the laughter around her grew.
"What do you find so amusing," Erin shouted with anger staring into the eyes of the men. Looking into their eyes and only saw foolishness, "Do you know what any of this means? It means the end of our world, our freedom, our lives." The room quickly fell silent as Erin continued on, "I have never met the creature myself but I don't doubt the words a wizard may give me. They have protected this world for thousands of years and have never failed to do so. Why now do you doubt them or myself? We are trying to save you yet you ignore the warnings we give. I've known Gandalf for one hundred and sixty-seven years and not once has he ever lied to me!"
"One hundred and sixty-seven?" the men questioned, "Is she an elf?"
Realizing she had spoken too much, Erin quickly performed one of her spells to assist in her escape.
Saying the spell, the room filled with a thick fog creating blindness just as she had seen in the men's eyes. Fleeing from the keep, she descended along the stairs but stopped when a person caught her arm; it was Boromir.
"I don't doubt what you've said," Boromir reassured her, "But you are still very young and you have years until you can find your place in this world. Little one, perhaps you should return home where you belong."
"I don't have any place where I belong," Erin said trying to get away, "I have never had a place in this world! No one will know understand how I am not like any of your men!" Mounting her horse, Erin jumped on its back and fled from Minas Tirith. When she was at a great distance, Erin began to feel odd. After a few minutes, she pulled her horse to a stop and rested her head on her horse.
"Maybe I ran too fast," she said to herself, "I just need to rest for a moment."
Erin did not recover from the rest but rather she grew worse. Her sight blurred so badly that she could no longer see the mountains in front of her. A haunting feeling of control rushed over her and knowing that something was wrong, Erin jumped off her horse and attempted to recuperate. She shut her eyes and it became difficult to breath. Losing her own thoughts, another power took over her. She saw thoughts of another being. They were thoughts of destruction, death, and world domination. A fiery eye entered the vision and spoke to her. Falling from where she was standing, she lost sight of the vision and regained her consciousness. Erin gasped for air as she laid flat on the ground. Maybe it was only a few seconds, but she felt although she hadn't breathed for ages.
"That's not right," Erin mumbled supporting herself against her horse. Clearing her head she remounted the animal and quickly glanced back at Minas Tirith. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of light from the White Tower of Ecthelion. Shifting her focus, Erin watched the tower for several minutes but saw nothing. Unsure if she had actually seen the light, she galloped onto her second destination: Lothlórien