Chapter 4
Redell Falls
"Where is it?" a dark voice asked.
"I, I don't have it, its not here!" yelled Sam.
"I shall ask you this once more."
"I told you, it was destroyed, it's gone."
But he would not listen. He drew his sword out of his black belt and... Flash. Frodo awoke in his bed. He felt as if he had been thrown in a lake of rushing water. It was a late hour of night and the moon shown brightly over the gleaming waterfall. This dream was something of Galadriels working. Somehow she had the gift to speak to minds. She wanted him to know of the danger, but yet she would not let him go back to fight. What did she want from him? His mind wondered for many minutes. He finally rolled over. But he could not go to sleep.
It was then that he heard a voice.
"Come to me." He knew that voice. The majestic, beautiful voice, full of mystery, and glory. He slowly got out of bed and walked slowly down the staircase. He felt s if he was sleepwalking. His steps were soundless, as not to wake anyone. He listened hard for her voice again but it ceased to return. He stepped out into the warm night and walked slowly down the glimmering path. The night was calm, except for a low wind moving through the trees.
He came to a spot by the quiet lake. It was there that he saw her. She stood silent by the water. Her dress sparkled like stars in the sky and her crown glittered as it reflected the moonlight.
"What do you want of me?" he asked. But she said nothing. She just looked into the water as if in deep thought. Minutes passed and finally she turned to him.
"Saruman does not know the ring was destroyed. It is something Sauron cannot tell him. Sauron speaks to his mind, like I speak to yours."
"But how can this be, was not Saruman killed. Wormtongue slit his throat."
"Did not Gandalf die and rise again? Sauron has brought Saruman back to life to again control of Middle-Earth once and for all. It is all up to Saruman, now the Black, to destroy Middle-Earth. If the creatures of Middle- Earth do not fight, it will fall. I have foreseen it. There is nothing we can do but warn."
"But I cannot just linger here and watch all of Middle-Earth go out of existence. "
"You have no choice. You must stay here if you want to remain immortal."
Frodo sat and wept bitterly for his friend and for all of Middle-Earth. He sat up and looked out onto the water.
"Who will come?" He asked with despairing eyes. "There is no one left. Many of the elves are here and not many will want to return back and never be immortal again. It is all hopeless, so hopeless."
"It is not hopeless my Frodo, many of the creatures of Middle-Earth will fight for the wellbeing of their land. It will be all right you will see."
She sat up and looked out past a distant tree behind her.
"Come out you woman of the day, for you do not belong in the shadows." She said. A woman taller than Frodo walked out from behind. She was as tall as Galadriel. Her hair was as dark as night and her eyes glittered. Her face was pale and she wore a dress that reached the ground.
"Who is she?" Frodo whispered.
"She is a Egmil, from the underground of the fairies. She will be the one to help your friend Sam. Her name is Farill."
"Hello Frodo Baggins. The people of Ginlund, my home, are very grateful of your courage."
She bowed with great dignity, her eyes shining through the night. She was at the age of twenty, it looked, but he could not tell for sure.
"We heard of the great battle long after it was over. You see, we were fighting our own battle in the underworld of the Dwarfs. But now we are at peace with them. They are now, our greatest allies. We to are immortal, like the elves, but our time has not come to take leave of Middle-Earth. Our time, the time of the fairies, is not over."
"You have delivered my letter?" asked Frodo.
"Yes, but I did not make myself known to him yet. He has gone to the dwellings of Perigrin Took and Meridoc Brandybuck to ask of their assistance."
"And will they help him?"
"Yes my Frodo, they will."
Frodo sat there, his mind wondered.
"May I help him?"
She kneeled down in front of him. Her eyes were keen and caring. "Do not fear, my Frodo, for I will guide the footsteps of your friend. I will be his shield and guardian in danger and his friend in loneliness. I would spare my life to save your friend. Do not be afraid." She leaned forward and kissed his forehead and then stood once more.
"I leave at day break." She said. "I would wish of you to call my ride back. I am in great debt to you Queen of the Elves." And turning around she left them at the spot of Redell Falls.
Frodo turned to Galadriel and said, "I must too go back to bed now, for it has been a long night." He turned away from the gleaming light, and walked into the shadow.
Frodo awoke the next morn to the sound of the chirping birds in the trees. The warm sun filled the room and everything was peaceful. The night before had been thrilling and Frodo had once again wrote a letter to Sam. In this letter he explained how he was and what it was like here in Redell. How he longed for a companion, like Sam, to be with him at this moment. He told him of the elves, Gandalf, Bilbo and Galadriel. He told of the beauty of Redell Falls and of Farill. Farill had reminded him of someone, someone he had not seen for ages it seemed like. An elf, yes an elf. But he could not come the conclusion of whom. He concluded with" I will continue to write you my dear friend, and I will always be there for you. Sincerely yours, Frodo."
He packed the paper inside another blue envelope and stamped it with clay. He had to get it to Farill before she left for the Shire. He hurried down the stairs and ran to the palace of Galadriel. As he arrived, Bilbo came running out.
"Frodo, oh Frodo, come quick, Farill, she is awaiting your arrival." Frodo ran through the Hall of Mire and up to the feet of Galadriel. Farill stood beside her. Her face glowing, ready for battle.
"My lady, I have another letter," he said holding out the small envelope to Farill. She took it kindly and put it in her pocket.
"It is time for me to go. Do not fear, for I will return someday when evil is overridden, once and for all. For there is no turning back." She did not look as she did the night before, for her dress was more beautiful and she looked ready for whatever would come.
"I must now leave this beautiful place and go back to the world of hate and envy. "she smiled. "But this place will be forever in my heart."
With that she turned and left on the water sailing back to the Shire.
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Redell Falls
"Where is it?" a dark voice asked.
"I, I don't have it, its not here!" yelled Sam.
"I shall ask you this once more."
"I told you, it was destroyed, it's gone."
But he would not listen. He drew his sword out of his black belt and... Flash. Frodo awoke in his bed. He felt as if he had been thrown in a lake of rushing water. It was a late hour of night and the moon shown brightly over the gleaming waterfall. This dream was something of Galadriels working. Somehow she had the gift to speak to minds. She wanted him to know of the danger, but yet she would not let him go back to fight. What did she want from him? His mind wondered for many minutes. He finally rolled over. But he could not go to sleep.
It was then that he heard a voice.
"Come to me." He knew that voice. The majestic, beautiful voice, full of mystery, and glory. He slowly got out of bed and walked slowly down the staircase. He felt s if he was sleepwalking. His steps were soundless, as not to wake anyone. He listened hard for her voice again but it ceased to return. He stepped out into the warm night and walked slowly down the glimmering path. The night was calm, except for a low wind moving through the trees.
He came to a spot by the quiet lake. It was there that he saw her. She stood silent by the water. Her dress sparkled like stars in the sky and her crown glittered as it reflected the moonlight.
"What do you want of me?" he asked. But she said nothing. She just looked into the water as if in deep thought. Minutes passed and finally she turned to him.
"Saruman does not know the ring was destroyed. It is something Sauron cannot tell him. Sauron speaks to his mind, like I speak to yours."
"But how can this be, was not Saruman killed. Wormtongue slit his throat."
"Did not Gandalf die and rise again? Sauron has brought Saruman back to life to again control of Middle-Earth once and for all. It is all up to Saruman, now the Black, to destroy Middle-Earth. If the creatures of Middle- Earth do not fight, it will fall. I have foreseen it. There is nothing we can do but warn."
"But I cannot just linger here and watch all of Middle-Earth go out of existence. "
"You have no choice. You must stay here if you want to remain immortal."
Frodo sat and wept bitterly for his friend and for all of Middle-Earth. He sat up and looked out onto the water.
"Who will come?" He asked with despairing eyes. "There is no one left. Many of the elves are here and not many will want to return back and never be immortal again. It is all hopeless, so hopeless."
"It is not hopeless my Frodo, many of the creatures of Middle-Earth will fight for the wellbeing of their land. It will be all right you will see."
She sat up and looked out past a distant tree behind her.
"Come out you woman of the day, for you do not belong in the shadows." She said. A woman taller than Frodo walked out from behind. She was as tall as Galadriel. Her hair was as dark as night and her eyes glittered. Her face was pale and she wore a dress that reached the ground.
"Who is she?" Frodo whispered.
"She is a Egmil, from the underground of the fairies. She will be the one to help your friend Sam. Her name is Farill."
"Hello Frodo Baggins. The people of Ginlund, my home, are very grateful of your courage."
She bowed with great dignity, her eyes shining through the night. She was at the age of twenty, it looked, but he could not tell for sure.
"We heard of the great battle long after it was over. You see, we were fighting our own battle in the underworld of the Dwarfs. But now we are at peace with them. They are now, our greatest allies. We to are immortal, like the elves, but our time has not come to take leave of Middle-Earth. Our time, the time of the fairies, is not over."
"You have delivered my letter?" asked Frodo.
"Yes, but I did not make myself known to him yet. He has gone to the dwellings of Perigrin Took and Meridoc Brandybuck to ask of their assistance."
"And will they help him?"
"Yes my Frodo, they will."
Frodo sat there, his mind wondered.
"May I help him?"
She kneeled down in front of him. Her eyes were keen and caring. "Do not fear, my Frodo, for I will guide the footsteps of your friend. I will be his shield and guardian in danger and his friend in loneliness. I would spare my life to save your friend. Do not be afraid." She leaned forward and kissed his forehead and then stood once more.
"I leave at day break." She said. "I would wish of you to call my ride back. I am in great debt to you Queen of the Elves." And turning around she left them at the spot of Redell Falls.
Frodo turned to Galadriel and said, "I must too go back to bed now, for it has been a long night." He turned away from the gleaming light, and walked into the shadow.
Frodo awoke the next morn to the sound of the chirping birds in the trees. The warm sun filled the room and everything was peaceful. The night before had been thrilling and Frodo had once again wrote a letter to Sam. In this letter he explained how he was and what it was like here in Redell. How he longed for a companion, like Sam, to be with him at this moment. He told him of the elves, Gandalf, Bilbo and Galadriel. He told of the beauty of Redell Falls and of Farill. Farill had reminded him of someone, someone he had not seen for ages it seemed like. An elf, yes an elf. But he could not come the conclusion of whom. He concluded with" I will continue to write you my dear friend, and I will always be there for you. Sincerely yours, Frodo."
He packed the paper inside another blue envelope and stamped it with clay. He had to get it to Farill before she left for the Shire. He hurried down the stairs and ran to the palace of Galadriel. As he arrived, Bilbo came running out.
"Frodo, oh Frodo, come quick, Farill, she is awaiting your arrival." Frodo ran through the Hall of Mire and up to the feet of Galadriel. Farill stood beside her. Her face glowing, ready for battle.
"My lady, I have another letter," he said holding out the small envelope to Farill. She took it kindly and put it in her pocket.
"It is time for me to go. Do not fear, for I will return someday when evil is overridden, once and for all. For there is no turning back." She did not look as she did the night before, for her dress was more beautiful and she looked ready for whatever would come.
"I must now leave this beautiful place and go back to the world of hate and envy. "she smiled. "But this place will be forever in my heart."
With that she turned and left on the water sailing back to the Shire.
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