Ch. 2 A Prophecy
Disclaimer: I don't own The Lord of the Rings or its' characters. I do own original characters such as Veralidaine.
Authors note: I don't think anyone is really reading this but, this is just me expressing myself, so don't expect it to be anything special. TOH.
Some time later all of Gondor was celebrating the soon to be arrival of the two heirs to the throne. My husband and I were greeting guests as they came in through the throne room to the party hall. We were about to enter the hall ourselves, thinking all the guests had filtered through, when one last name was announced.
"Wolf-Sister." The doorman said flatly, but, after an odd noise, said "Lady Moon."
In entered a pale woman in a pearl white gown that was tattered and torn but looked as if it must once been elegant and beautiful. She was slightly shorter than me and looked to be related to Elves, but not one herself. Following her was a pair of wolves.
I was temporarily frozen with surprise; I had never seen anything like this before. But Aragorn, being such a wonderful host, and most likely more accustomed to these things, simply greeted her and asked if she was joining the party.
"No, my lord," she said in an almost deep voice that was obviously not accustomed to speaking the common tongue, "I come not to give congratulations, but rather to give warning."
"Warning?" My King asked, suddenly looking serious, "Of what danger?"
"Danger for your race." The wolves sat down, one on either side of her.
"What should we be warned of?"
"You are now the king of all Men, your highness, and so will be any heir to follow you. I warn you that the first child, if left with the second (who will be king), will corrupt his ways of Men, and so corrupt all ways of Men. None will become dark, but your ways of life, the ways of all societies, will never be preserved."
I, wondering if she was some sort of seer, spoke up. "What makes you believe this?"
"The ways of nature are sacred," she replied, "and I may not reveal all to you, but she is calling out to me, to warn you."
"Why did she not call to us?"
She stared straight into my eyes, and in her eyes I saw age, anger, anger pride, and worry. The look she gave me was one you would give to someone who just asked you if the sky is blue.
"Her ways are lost among those you call 'civilized' people," which she obviously thought we weren't, "and she can not talk freely with you." One of the wolves seemed to snort in disapproval.
Suddenly, I realized who she reminded me of.
"I know who you are!" I must have seemed as if stung, "You are Moon Mother, I have heard many a tale of you. When everything was new, there was a wolf born of the darkness of night. When he found that he was not the only thing to walk this world, he thought he had been here first. He was cruel and treacherous to everything, dominating it and proclaiming himself to be better, no matter what it was. The moon was so sad to see her friend acting this way, she decided something needed to be done, and so in a moonbeam you were born to ease his rage and show him to respect everything, no matter its' size or place."
"Yes, that's quite accurate."
"Well," said Aragorn, "what would you have us do?"
"Get rid of the threat," she looked more serious than anything ever could, "dispose of it as soon as possible. Send it somewhere away from the new king. And the wolf was first, and you Men could learn from that tale."
And with that, she left, wolves included.