Imprisoned in Cork-Chapter 2 was before the pass of Caradhras, a part in
the book that was only seen in the movie when they were almost found by
crebain. Just remember, the 'nymph' is not seen by the Company yet and she
was eavesdropping on their conversation. If you really want to know what
part of the book I was at, it's page 339 on my version. Most will be
explained in my 4th chapter.
Dragonluvr1/Rambling Thestral-The Green Book is made up. I'm going to put your penname and story Sun Star in the first chapter so people can go to your story and read another 'portion of the Green Book.' Thanks for going along with this and it is going to be cool. Took your advice, thanks.
The first clue of her existence could be seen in the Red Book, Chapter 2 of the second book, though it is explained better in the Green Book version. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The fellowship is walking through the land of Hollin. As the Company's conversation is brought to the different lands around them, a nymph hidden within the branches of a tree is awakened. Her back against the trunk and sitting on a strong branch, she opens her eyes and looks sidelong where the source of the noise could be found.
" 'May you have joy at the sight, my good dwarf!' said Gandalf. 'But whatever you may do, we at least cannot stay I that valley. We must go down the Silverlode into the secret woods, and so to the Great River, and then-'
He paused." A rustle in the tree branches reminded him of the creatures around them. He felt an unwelcome pair of ears listening to his words as well as feeling unease about the journey beyond that.
'Yes, and where then?' asked Merry.
'To the end of the journey-in the end,' Gandalf said wearily. 'We cannot look too far ahead. Let us just be glad that the first stage is safely over.' Remembering the safety within Hollin, the wizard's thought came out loud. 'I think we will rest here, not only today but tonight as well. There is a wholesome air about Hollin. Much evil must befall a country before it wholly forgets the Elves, if once they dwelt there.'
'That is true,' said Legolas. 'But the Elves who dwelt here are of a race strange to us Silvan folk.They sought the Havens long ago'
In the morning, the Company laughed and talked while Aragorn was distant. 'I have been in the country of Hollin in many seasons. No folk dwell here now, but many other creatures live here at all times, especially birds. Yet now all things but you are silent. I can feel it. I do not understand it.'
'Do you think it is more in it than surprise at seeing our Company?' Gandalf asked.
'I hope that is it,' answered Aragorn. 'But I have a sense of watchfulness, and of fear, that I have never had here before.'
Gandalf told the others to quiet and set a watch. They did not see the two green eyes watching them nor did they perceive them all through the night. While the first watch was still up, a blue butterfly fluttered toward the figure, hovering next to her bush of hair. As if hearing something, some message, she took her eyes away from the Company with an expression of surprise. She quickly crawled back to the shelter of the tree's trunk just as black birds flitted past the leaves she was beside moments before and continuing on past the Fellowship's camp.
The Company's attention was settled on the crebain and what it might mean. They make their way to the Pass of the Caradhras without another thought to the signs at Hollin, blaming the oddities on the crebain. However, Hollin was not so quick in forgetting them.
After a failed attempt at the Pass of Caradhras, the Company made camp at the bottom of the mountain, sleeping on the choice of where to go next: Moria, the Gap of Rohan, or who knows what? On that night the wolves howled.
Soon, the Company found themselves on a hill surrounded by a knot of old and twisted trees and boulders circling that ring. They used it as 'defense' though it is the perfect place to be ambushed.
At a gap in the circle a werewolf could be seen halted, gazing at them. A shuddering howl broke from him, as if he were a captain summoning his pack to the assault. His howl was broken off by a creature that fell in front of him from a tree branch above.
Her hair looked more like fur and her dress was ripped and torn. In her hand was a long, thin club, shorter than a staff, to keep the wolves' teeth at bay. She growled at the wolf like a beast.
'Thalion gul agh aragor na si. Hiesse dagor, uaglarond, din gaur.' [Rough translation: Great sorcery and royal blood is here. In this battle, there is no glory place, silent werewolf.]
She let a snarl follow the retreating wolf. Growls still gurgling in her throat and teeth bared, she slowly straightened. When she turned around, she acted like nothing unusual had happened and she no longer a beast.
'They will come back. You should hide,' she said as she made her way to another tree. She turned, looking at the hobbits. 'Do the little ones need help into the tree?'
'We will not be hiding in the trees,' Aragorn said.
She gave them a strange look. 'No wonder why they chose you for dinner.' Pippin gulped but Aragorn kept his sword at his side.
'If we climb into the trees, the orcs will still be able to get us. Hold it!' The creature was already in a low branch. 'Who are you and what did you tell that wolf?'
She kneeled on the branch, looking amusedly at them. 'Who I am doesn't matter right now and I only told the wolf they should be wary attacking you. I know you are not ordinary travelers.' She stood up to leave.
'Oirebian!' Legolas cried. She turned as if she was called and then smiled. Without another word she flitted across the branches, leaving the campfire light.
Later in the night, the wolves attacked. From her vantage point, Oirebian could hear swords swinging, an ax hacking and a bow singing. Her eyes widened as the hill became a campfire to the forest. The blaze was reflected onto her wide deer eyes. Thoughts of bad omens were illuminated by the fire and made ominous as the black smoke rose into the air.
Dragonluvr1/Rambling Thestral-The Green Book is made up. I'm going to put your penname and story Sun Star in the first chapter so people can go to your story and read another 'portion of the Green Book.' Thanks for going along with this and it is going to be cool. Took your advice, thanks.
The first clue of her existence could be seen in the Red Book, Chapter 2 of the second book, though it is explained better in the Green Book version. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The fellowship is walking through the land of Hollin. As the Company's conversation is brought to the different lands around them, a nymph hidden within the branches of a tree is awakened. Her back against the trunk and sitting on a strong branch, she opens her eyes and looks sidelong where the source of the noise could be found.
" 'May you have joy at the sight, my good dwarf!' said Gandalf. 'But whatever you may do, we at least cannot stay I that valley. We must go down the Silverlode into the secret woods, and so to the Great River, and then-'
He paused." A rustle in the tree branches reminded him of the creatures around them. He felt an unwelcome pair of ears listening to his words as well as feeling unease about the journey beyond that.
'Yes, and where then?' asked Merry.
'To the end of the journey-in the end,' Gandalf said wearily. 'We cannot look too far ahead. Let us just be glad that the first stage is safely over.' Remembering the safety within Hollin, the wizard's thought came out loud. 'I think we will rest here, not only today but tonight as well. There is a wholesome air about Hollin. Much evil must befall a country before it wholly forgets the Elves, if once they dwelt there.'
'That is true,' said Legolas. 'But the Elves who dwelt here are of a race strange to us Silvan folk.They sought the Havens long ago'
In the morning, the Company laughed and talked while Aragorn was distant. 'I have been in the country of Hollin in many seasons. No folk dwell here now, but many other creatures live here at all times, especially birds. Yet now all things but you are silent. I can feel it. I do not understand it.'
'Do you think it is more in it than surprise at seeing our Company?' Gandalf asked.
'I hope that is it,' answered Aragorn. 'But I have a sense of watchfulness, and of fear, that I have never had here before.'
Gandalf told the others to quiet and set a watch. They did not see the two green eyes watching them nor did they perceive them all through the night. While the first watch was still up, a blue butterfly fluttered toward the figure, hovering next to her bush of hair. As if hearing something, some message, she took her eyes away from the Company with an expression of surprise. She quickly crawled back to the shelter of the tree's trunk just as black birds flitted past the leaves she was beside moments before and continuing on past the Fellowship's camp.
The Company's attention was settled on the crebain and what it might mean. They make their way to the Pass of the Caradhras without another thought to the signs at Hollin, blaming the oddities on the crebain. However, Hollin was not so quick in forgetting them.
After a failed attempt at the Pass of Caradhras, the Company made camp at the bottom of the mountain, sleeping on the choice of where to go next: Moria, the Gap of Rohan, or who knows what? On that night the wolves howled.
Soon, the Company found themselves on a hill surrounded by a knot of old and twisted trees and boulders circling that ring. They used it as 'defense' though it is the perfect place to be ambushed.
At a gap in the circle a werewolf could be seen halted, gazing at them. A shuddering howl broke from him, as if he were a captain summoning his pack to the assault. His howl was broken off by a creature that fell in front of him from a tree branch above.
Her hair looked more like fur and her dress was ripped and torn. In her hand was a long, thin club, shorter than a staff, to keep the wolves' teeth at bay. She growled at the wolf like a beast.
'Thalion gul agh aragor na si. Hiesse dagor, uaglarond, din gaur.' [Rough translation: Great sorcery and royal blood is here. In this battle, there is no glory place, silent werewolf.]
She let a snarl follow the retreating wolf. Growls still gurgling in her throat and teeth bared, she slowly straightened. When she turned around, she acted like nothing unusual had happened and she no longer a beast.
'They will come back. You should hide,' she said as she made her way to another tree. She turned, looking at the hobbits. 'Do the little ones need help into the tree?'
'We will not be hiding in the trees,' Aragorn said.
She gave them a strange look. 'No wonder why they chose you for dinner.' Pippin gulped but Aragorn kept his sword at his side.
'If we climb into the trees, the orcs will still be able to get us. Hold it!' The creature was already in a low branch. 'Who are you and what did you tell that wolf?'
She kneeled on the branch, looking amusedly at them. 'Who I am doesn't matter right now and I only told the wolf they should be wary attacking you. I know you are not ordinary travelers.' She stood up to leave.
'Oirebian!' Legolas cried. She turned as if she was called and then smiled. Without another word she flitted across the branches, leaving the campfire light.
Later in the night, the wolves attacked. From her vantage point, Oirebian could hear swords swinging, an ax hacking and a bow singing. Her eyes widened as the hill became a campfire to the forest. The blaze was reflected onto her wide deer eyes. Thoughts of bad omens were illuminated by the fire and made ominous as the black smoke rose into the air.