FIRST KNIGHT BY ASHA DREAMWEAVER
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Summary: BtVS/LotR. Buffy gets sent to Middle Earth to help bring down Sauron. Her duty, like the Istari, is not to confront Sauron directly but to help those fated to face him bring him down. More specifically she's to help the King of Gondor get on his throne. Will Arwen and Aragorn's love stand against the shadow? Will Legolas be able to keep a secret, that if revealed, could shatter the lives of those he cares for? Will Buffy be able to fulfil her duty? Will Denethor be able to put aside his animosity for the man who would supplant him? Will the ringbearer reach Mount Doom, or will he be cut down before he reaches his goal? And will Boromir resist the lure of the ring?
Author's Notes: The second chapter posted for your enjoyment. Please Review! And read QUESTION at end!
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CHAPTER TWELVE: THE COUNSEL OF GALADRIEL
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When Buffy woke next, she was tied and bound in some sort of cave. And a man, hooded and cloaked in black, stood in front of her.
"You are awake," he said with an accent she couldn't place, "Good. We have much to discuss."
"I sincerely hope that that discussion involves me suggesting ways to beat you to a bloody pulp." Buffy quipped, eyeing the wraiths that guarded the entrance to the cave.
"I think not," the man said, "I am the Mouth of Sauron." he said arrogantly.
Buffy had of course heard of him after her time in Gondor, but she thought winding him up would be fun. "Cool! Does he have an Ear of Sauron too? Or perhaps a nose?"
"Do not mock my Lord," he hissed, "Or you will find that my hospitality will wane swiftly."
"I never thought the bad guys were into the hospitality business. Usually, it's the 'you threaten me' business, and then I threaten you back, we banter a bit and then I escape after beating you up."
"Silence your insolence girl, or your stay here will be most uncomfortable," The Witch-King hissed, emerging from the shadows behind her.
The Mouth of Sauron decided to intervene in their little staring contest, "My Lord Sauron has an offer to put to you."
"Then let's hear it," Buffy drawled, "I'd like to get this over with."
"He wishes for you to join him. He will give you a high rank and much privilege in return for your loyalty. If you refuse my Lord's offer, you die."
"Wow! What a choice!" Buffy said sarcastically, "But I think I have to say… no!"
She had been working over her bonds for the last few minutes and easily snapped the rope binding her hands. Flipping to her feet, she kicked him in the face and deciding not to stick around and repeat her previous mistake with the wraiths, she ran for it.
From behind her she could hear the Mouth of Sauron's outraged howl as his nose gushed blood, "After her!"
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They searched long into the night for her but to no avail and at last, the Witch-King turned to the Mouth of Sauron in annoyance. "The sun will rise in an hour and we have yet to find a trace of her. What do wish for us to do?"
"Do not take that tone with me wraith," the man hissed, "I rank above you."
"You are the one responsible for this bungling mess," the Witch-King retorted derisively, "You have lost our Master's prize and let her give you a broken nose. I hardly think that constitutes a resounding success."
"Be quiet you fool," the man snarled, reaching into his robes and pulling out a sealed jar, "It matters little for the moment. She will surface again eventually and my Lord's forces shall be waiting for her. But for now, this will suffice to sate our Lord's curiosity."
"What is it?" the Witch-King asked, curious despite himself.
"It is that which flows in her veins," the Mouth of Sauron said, eyeing the crimson liquid, "My Lord shall be most pleased. He has great plans for this…."
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Ithilien, on the road to Osgiliath. 2980, TA. Narvinyë (January). {Flashback}
Boy, that argument had been HUGE.
"Now, ranger, let's settle this small matter of you drugging me." Buffy said dangerously.
Aragorn held his ground, "I was perfectly right not to want you to come!" he said, "Even as it was, you still were poisoned by a Morgul blade."
"It gave me a bad case of the chills, enough sedative to make the sleeping pill industry go bankrupt and a nasty headache the next day. Oh yes, it was horribly life-threatening! Note my sarcasm here." Buffy drawled.
"You should have stayed with your company!" Aragorn insisted stubbornly.
"I resigned. And if I had stayed put, you would have been orc-bait for the Dark Lord. Somehow I didn't really see you working hard to get out of there."
"Not everyone has special abilities granted by the Valar to aid them in such folly!"
"But I do," Buffy said in a sing-song voice, "Which means I can cover my own ass as well as yours. I'm not some little damsel in distress that needs a man's, or anybody's, protection."
"Was it so wrong to be concerned about your safety?!"
"When that person is a Vampire Slayer, yes!" Buffy said just as stubbornly, "I am perfectly able to take care of myself."
"You are not invincible Buffy," Aragorn pointed out, "You may be strong but you cannot defeat everything. No one can."
"Never said that I could. I just said that I'm a helluva lot better at avoiding death than you are Mr 'let's see how I can get killed today'."
"I am a Ranger of the North. I learned the arts of war under the Elves of Imladris {Rivendell}. I am not a child to be coddled!" he said angrily.
"And neither am I!" Buffy exclaimed right back, "I have just as much right to be treated like I can handle myself. If you don't, I'm gonna treat you like a baby still in swaddling cloths! Got it?"
"What leads you to think you will be there to see any more of my travels?" Aragorn said dryly.
Buffy sidled up to him and effortlessly kicked his legs out from under him. Straddling him to pin him down, "Because I'm supposed to watch your back. Now I'm not saying it wouldn't be nice for you to watch mine too but I can't just let you hightail it away from me so you can throw yourself into the next dangerous situation you find."
"Am I ever to be rid of you?" Aragorn teased, somewhat discomfited by being flat on his back like this.
"Only when you're King, Aragorn," she answered, "Only when you're King and have your own personal army of bodyguards and minders. And even then I'd be very sceptical about their ability to keep up with the amount of trouble you can land yourself into."
"So, is that forever then?" Aragorn teased her, trying to tickle her into getting off him, even though she was careful not to put weight on his cracked ribs.
"Maybe." Buffy said wistfully, "Maybe."
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Lothlórien. 2980, TA. The month of Nénimë (February).
Cocooned in the serenity of the Golden Wood, Buffy and Galadriel sat in the small but beautiful mirror grove, enjoying each other's company.
"What weighs on your mind Buffy?" Galadriel asked, noting the distant expression of her friend.
"Questions that I don't have answers to," Buffy replied, "You see, a few years ago, I began to notice this amazing thing. I'm thirty-two, yet I still look the same as I did when I first came to Middle Earth. I don't suppose you have any answers for me, do you?"
"All you had to do was ask," Galadriel said with a smile, "The Valar gave you a gift, tithen Dagnir (little slayer). Aragorn will outlive lesser men, being of Númenórean descent. He would have outlived your longest natural life by a century and a half. And so they gave to you the gift that they gave to the Númenóreans so long ago; to have a greater lifespan than lesser men and to age only slowly, showing your tale of years only near the end of your life."
Buffy gaped at her, "Exactly how long is longer?"
"About two hundred years if you do not fall in battle or to illness." the Lady of the Wood replied.
"That's well… wow. How come I wasn't told before?" she demanded.
"You did not ask."
"Stupid PTB." Buffy muttered, "I don't suppose you know why Sauron's after me, do you?"
"That, I suspect, you know better than I," the she-Elf said seriously, "But I warn you Buffy, to draw his attention is to court death. Aragorn has had to hide from him since his birth for he is ever hunted. I would not like to see the same happen to you."
"I've already escaped the wraiths before. I don't have any plans to go near them again. I'm really not into demons that I can't kill."
Galadriel placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "If it was meant to be, then it should all work out. In all honesty, I was surprised you kept a low profile for as long as you did. Discretion has never been your strong suit."
"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," Buffy said, "Though it's nice to have a holiday after all that time chasing ranger boy around."
Knowing blue eyes looked at her, "The Golden Wood eases many weary hearts but it cannot drive away love, Buffy."
"You know?" Buffy whispered.
"Your heart beats with love." Galadriel answered, "You love him even though you wish not to."
"It is not returned." Buffy said sadly.
"You are young yet. There is time. And you have already stepped upon your path." the Lady said reassuringly.
"Can we just not talk about Aragorn? It's painful enough without dredging it all up here."
"As you wish mellon nîn {my friend}." Galadriel's lips twitched slightly, almost as if she was trying to hold in laughter.
Buffy glared at her, "Fine! Laugh all you want! You just have to mind-read, don't you?"
"'Tis unfair to say that when you desire to ask me something about him." Galadriel pointed out.
Buffy proceeded to explain what had happened when Denethor poisoned Aragorn in Minas Tirith and how she had saved him using the slayer strength by sharing her blood to strengthen his. Galadriel listened intently, a sombre expression on her fair face.
When Buffy had finished, she spoke, "'Tis a very serious matter Buffy. Even Elrond, the most skilled healer on these Hither Shores, would hesitate to do such a thing for fear of the consequences."
"What consequences?" Buffy asked nervously.
Galadriel looked at her intently, "When such a thing is not done right, there can be a… bond of sorts left between healer and healed, but with your feelings for him, it doubly complicates matters."
"How?" Buffy asked, growing more anxious by the minute.
"Your heart urged him to come back, and gave him the strength he needed. But your head does not rule your heart and you were not as detached as a healer should be when trying such a thing. You delved into his mind, and your heart, which loves him, did what you did not know it could. It reached out to the one who held it and something occurred which you could not have foreseen."
"What?" Buffy said brokenly, dreading the answer.
"My dear girl, you bonded him your husband."
"I WHAT?!!" Buffy nearly screeched.
"I know not if it would hold in the eyes of the Valar, having been done unknowingly by both parties but you initiated the bond, your slayer heritage strengthening it, and it will be you who feels it most. 'Tis unlikely Aragorn will ever feel it save in the direst need."
"Because he loves someone else. Well, this is just great. No matter where I go, I get the love life from hell. Is there any way to break it?"
"Even the wisest cannot say." Galadriel answered sympathetically.
"Brilliant!" Buffy exclaimed, "Could I possibly have screwed up more?! Isn't there anything you can do? Magic or something? Anything?!" she asked desperately.
"Magic cannot change what is not meant to be." Galadriel replied, "If he loves you, then there is no problem. If he does not, then you must move on."
"He loves another woman." Buffy said, "Which means it's like me and Angel all over again. Not able to be with each other. The only exception was Angel loved me back."
"The bond will cause problems but if it is not allowed to flourish and by that I mean both of you loving each other, then it should be nothing more than hollow. And in the long run, it should enable you to know when Aragorn is in danger when you are not with him."
"I swear, it's the story of my life. I always fall for the wrong guy. Just tell me this, does Arwen love him back?"
"That I do not know," Galadriel said sorrowfully, "Yet it would grieve me greatly were the Evenstar to cleave to mortal kind."
"And have you seen anybody else in your mirror for me if Arwen does choose so?"
"I have only seen that you shall have a role to play in Sauron's fall, if we should win. And in delaying his rise to power if we should fail."
"But if we win, do I get to live a life? Or am I to be alone and miserable forever?"
"I do not know. But from knowing you, I cannot see you falling to the Dark Lord's servants."
"We're talking about the Lord of all Evil. Maybe measured optimism is best." Buffy said, "After all, there's plenty of time left for my time to come. I've already set a new record for longest living slayer. But there's only so much good luck one can have."
"Believe in a better future Buffy," Galadriel said quietly, "You may hurt now but if your love is truly not meant to be, then you will get over him and find happiness elsewhere. Do not give up because of the bad experiences of your past."
"I'm just tired of getting hurt Galadriel. I'm sick and tired of it. There's only so much even a slayer can take before she cracks."
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Lothlórien. 2980, TA. The month of Nénimë (February). Approximately three days later.
Buffy had been delighted to find that Arwen was staying in the Golden Wood for a time as well. Even though the mean, spiteful Cordelia-like part of her wanted to curse Arwen for being so beautiful and nice, and for being her unwitting rival, she shoved her own bitterness down and decided to enjoy her time with her friend.
Arwen had been surprised to see her still flush with youth and even more surprised with Buffy's answer.
Buffy's lips had quirked into a sad smile, "One of the major things we were told was that no slayer ever died of old age. There was more truth to that than we thought." She had then spilled the beans to an increasingly delighted Arwen, who was ecstatic that her friend would be with her for so much longer than she had thought Buffy would live.
"'Tis great news Buffy!" Arwen exclaimed delightedly, "Now you have more time to spend in Middle Earth without experiencing the rigours of old age for well over a century and a half! Ai, 'tis a priceless gift."
Buffy looked at her askance, "For those who are immortal, yes it's brill. For us mere mortals trying to find love and a life that doesn't involve chasing around the Heir of Isildur, it does makes things more complicated."
Arwen's doe eyes bored into her, "But Buffy, a lot of the noblemen of Gondor are descended from the Númenóreans. They will not be too surprised by your longevity."
"Denethor would have a heart attack if I showed up in Gondor again," Buffy said, "Ecthelion isn't going to be around forever and it'll be Denethor in charge. And that son of his, Boromir, will probably turn out the same if he's influenced by daddy. And if Aragorn becomes king, I'm not going to leech off of him."
"I would have thought he would have liked you to stay considering all you have done for him."
"If that time ever comes, we'll probably have been living out of each other's pockets for so long that we'll want to be as far away as possible. And your father will go West when Sauron is defeated. That means you and the twins will go too. And so will Galadriel if she's allowed. What am I going to do then? There's not exactly going to be many openings for a senior citizen slayer, is there?"
Arwen only smiled, doing her best 'I know something you don't know' expression, "I think you will have more choice than you think…"
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Bree, 2980, TA. The month of Viressë (April).
Buffy and Aragorn sat at a table in the inn of the Prancing Pony in Bree, with two tankards resting on the scarred and much scrubbed table-top.
They had spent much time catching up and now Aragorn was putting forward a proposition for Buffy. He was clad in full scruffy ranger gear instead of his old Gondorian captain's uniform and he kept drawing dirty looks from the innkeeper because of it.
Buffy had already been warned that 'them rangers were a dangerous lot, and that she'd be best to stay clear of them, causing Buffy to tease Aragorn mercilessly about his ability to look like a first class scoundrel.
"I much desire to see my good friend Legolas," Aragorn was saying, "I have not seen him for many years as the borders of his realm have been increasingly threatened in the last few decades and he has been needed at home. But I think that between us two, we should be well able to visit Mirkwood without dying in an attempt to gain entry."
"Mirkwood has that many monsters?" Buffy asked sceptically.
"Orcs, wraiths, spiders, goblins, trees that try to kill you and a multitude of dark creatures that are drawn to Dol Guldur." he answered.
"Sounds like Sunnydale," Buffy muttered, "So are we there to visit or to help kill things?"
"Both," Aragorn replied, "The twins have assured me that you are more than a match for anything Mirkwood boasts. And if you can survive Thranduil, you can survive meeting any monarch in Arda."
"He's that bad?"
"Most would think him intimidating at least, terrifying at worst." Aragorn replied, "And he does not like anybody but Elves and perhaps Gandalf the Grey, in his Wood since the Battle of Five Armies."
"And this Legolas is Thranduil's son, right?" Buffy asked, "Is he anything like his father?"
"There is only one way for you to find out," Aragorn said with a grin, "Though I should warn you that Legolas is also great friends with Elladan and Elrohir."
"I'm doomed." Buffy groaned.
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Mirkwood. 2980, TA, the month of Lotessë (May).
Their trip to Mirkwood was eventful to say the least, considering that every species of nasty things in the forest seemed to want to come out to greet them.
The bedraggled ranger and slayer arrived in the Elvish kingdom after having fought their way through a pack of spiders, who, Buffy said, were just as ugly as Shelob, if smaller. The duo were covered in the shredded remnants of spider webbing, black blood, and dirt from their fight.
Buffy nudged Aragorn in warning just before a patrol of Elves dropped down from the trees, arrow notched and pointed at them.
"Mae govannen!" Aragorn greeted them, and then his face lit up in a smile when his gaze spotted one particular Elf. "Suilaid ernil nîn!" {Greetings, my prince!} he said, hugging him.
Buffy stood to the side and silently appraised he who could only be Legolas Greenleaf. Tall and leanly slender, he cut a striking figure. Instead of the normal brown of the Wood-Elves, his hair was a bright golden colour and warm silver-blue eyes had glinted as he embraced Aragorn like a brother.
He was, in Buffy's opinion, a major hottie, to put it mildly. Why did all Elves have to be so cute?
Aragorn finally stopped playing catch-up for long enough to introduce Buffy to his friend, "This is my good friend, Buffy, a warrior formerly of Gondor," he said, "Buffy, this is Prince Legolas Greenleaf, one of my dearest friends."
"Nice to meet you, hir nîn," (my lord) she said politely.
He gave her a slight bow, "Greetings and welcome, hiril nîn." (my lady). Turning back to Aragorn, he said, "Let us return to my father's halls. We have had word of your coming for two days now and I am sure you could both use some time to.. Freshen up. You look like you have been rolling in the dirt with orcs."
"Spiders," Buffy and Aragorn corrected at the same time, both scowling sourly, causing Legolas to chuckle.
"It was a nest of spiders," Aragorn elaborated.
"A nest of big, ugly, stinky spiders," Buffy added.
Legolas laughed again, and the rest of his patrol seemed to be trying hard to keep straight faces, "Come!" he said again, "We shall make you presentable before you see my father!"
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While Aragorn had been spirited away for a bath, a shave and some clean clothes by Legolas, who was enjoying teasing the more than a little scruffy ranger, Buffy had been led away by one of the maidservants.
Buffy really couldn't fault the service in Mirkwood, she'd been led to a nice hot bath and when she came out there'd been food and wine waiting for her. Also, Legolas seemed to have arranged for a dress to be hastily altered to fit Buffy. Apparently, (or at least according to Ivorwen, the maid), the good prince feared that Aragorn's messy ways would have been passed on to his lady friend and Eru forbid, she would go in front of Thranduil looking like a mud-brawling ranger.
According to the gossip of Ivorwen, there was a long-standing bet going on every time the Lord Estel visited the forest, centred on how soon he would be up to his ears in trouble, and filth.
King Thranduil was in despair of ever keeping the ranger out of trouble and did not approve so much of the man for some reason. Buffy expected it was something to do with Aragorn's heritage. She'd heard that Thranduil had lost much in the Last Alliance and he probably wouldn't have been pleased with Isildur keeping the One Ring.
From all of Aragorn's delightfully embellished stories about Thranduil, she'd been expecting a whip in one hand, a scythe in the other and an evil cackle but the Elf she met wasn't anything like that.
Thranduil was tall and golden like his son, but to Aragorn and Legolas's surprise, after Buffy had been introduced as Buffy Dagnir {Slayer} and Thranduil found out what Buffy's calling was, both Elvenking and slayer had gotten on like two hobbits at a feast.
Apparently, Thranduil harboured the same kind of love for weapons and killing things that Buffy had, and so when they'd entered into a discussion on how best to decapitate an orc, both ranger and Elf-Prince had slipped out of the room, wanting to get away from the surreal conversation.
Ere long it was all over the palace that the small woman the Lord Estel had brought with him had done the impossible and impressed the King.
Thranduil and Buffy didn't care, both happy to have someone on the same wavelength when it came to slaying things and so their friendship progressed speedily.
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Exploring the gardens together, Legolas was no longer able to rein in his curiosity over the woman who had so quickly befriended his, sometimes more than a little hostile, father.
"Is she as good in combat as she claims?" he asked.
Aragorn nodded, "Probably better. She rescued me from Cirith Ungol and departed with only a scratch."
"Your trust her?" Legolas probed, deciding not to ask why his friend had been in Cirith Ungol of all places.
"With my life," Aragorn replied, "Do not worry, she will not harm your father. In fact, even thinking of the two of them closeted away in the palace, discussing the many, varied ways of maiming and killing is enough to make me shiver."
"At least you will not have to live with him after this," Legolas said dryly, "He will say that even if he is King, he should be able to go fight and then he will get stubborn and in a towering temper when the Captain of his Guards tries to forbid him. The palace will shake and be on tip-toes for a month trying to avoid my father's wrath while you and Buffy are far away from here."
Aragorn winced at the picture his friend drew, "Ai! I pity you if that is the case, meldir." {Friend}
"You two seem close though," Legolas said thoughtfully, "Is your relationship platonic or something else?"
Aragorn glared at the sly tone in his friend's voice, "We are friends, that is all. My heart still belongs to the fair Evenstar."
Aragorn missed the stony expression that flickered across Legolas's face for a second before an expressionless mask went up, "Buffy and I may have had our moments but I can safely say we are just close friends,"
"Does she know that?"
"Of course, 'twas she who insisted on it when Ecthelion of Gondor tried to push us together. I do not think she has much interest in being courted by anyone."
Legolas kept his silence when Aragorn chattered on about his time in Gondor. Aragorn may have been living safely in denial, but Legolas had not missed the soft expression on Buffy's face when she looked at the ranger sometimes.
She cared for him, even if he knew it not.
Oh why did Aragorn have to be fixated on the one maiden in Middle Earth that had caught and kept Legolas's attention?
Sighing, he realised that he and this Buffy were obviously in the same boat.
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"I should name you Elvellon, {elf-friend}" Thranduil said, happily full after a scrumptious dinner.
"I think you'll find that Galadriel and Elrond already beat you to it."
Thranduil mock scowled, "Those Noldor always have to be the first to do everything," he grouched.
"Oh c'mon!" Buffy said, trying to cheer them up, "Everyone knows the Wood-Elves are the better archers!"
"True," Thranduil agreed, somewhat mollified, "But tell me are you the same apprentice of Elrond's that beat up Glorfindel, you know, the one who killed the Balrog?"
Buffy grinned wickedly, "Let me tell you all about it!…"
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A week passed ere Legolas found time to talk to Buffy alone.
"Good evening," he greeted her, "May I talk to you for a while?"
"Sure, take a seat," she said, gesturing to the stone bench beside her. "What's on your mind?" she asked.
"I would like to get to know you better," Legolas said, "I realise that I have not had much of a chance to talk to you since I have been catching up on news with Aragorn."
"I can't blame you for that. I know you haven't seen each other in ages," Buffy said.
"But still, I would like for us to be friends too." Legolas said sincerely, "Especially since the two of us might just be able to match the twins for pranks, and even better them if we enlist Aragorn as well…"
"I'm listening…" Buffy said, as she settled in for some serious conversation.
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"I'm flattered, Thranduil, really." Buffy said with a bright smile, "But I can't. You know what mission the Valar gave me. While a place in your guard would be cool, I just can't do it."
Thranduil harrumphed, "I know that. I just want you to come when you have some free time and can help my warriors run these foul creatures out of my forest. The wood has plenty of demons for you to slay and I would take advantage of your skills to hunt them down if I could."
"You know, that's a very Thranduil-esque way of saying 'visit often'," Buffy teased fondly, But sure, I'll come and patrol the forest when I get a chance. I can always crash at the palace and me and Legolas can torment your household with pranks! Or even better, I can bring the twins with me!"
Thranduil paled, and then glared at her, "If you bring those two vicious little trolls of Elrond's into my forest, I will personally throw you into the Forest River!"
Buffy's laughter drifted behind her as she left the room….
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A/N: So? Opinions please! Please READ and REVIEW!!!! Please take a look at the QUESTION AT THE END! Please!
Next Chapter: The Evenstar and the Slayer. - Aragorn, Arwen, Buffy and Legolas all end up in Lórien at the same time…. Confrontations…. Visions… pledges… sisterly love… bad guys… heartbreak… comfort… tears… the Mirror of Galadriel…
Elvish:
Viressë - Quenya for April
Nénimë - Quenya for February
tithen Dagnir - little slayer
mellon nîn - my friend
Lotessë - Quenya for May
Suilaid ernil nîn - Greetings, my prince
hir nîn - my lord
hiril nîn - my lady
meldir - friend
Elvellon - Elf-friend.
Cirith Ungol - Translates as 'Spider's Cleft'. The name was lent not only to the pass but to the fortress that guarded it as well. Cirith Ungol was a fortress unto its own. The Tower of Cirith Ungol, was a stronghold made by the Men of Gondor after the Last Alliance to keep watch on Mordor but Mordor took it over.
Númenor - Land of the Star. Translated 'Westland'. When Elros Half-Elven, Elrond's twin, chose to be of the Race of Men, the Valar granted him an island to rule over. It was prepared by the Valar as a dwelling place for the Edain after the First Age. Elros, granted a longer lifespan because of his Elven heritage, and the rest of the Edain who followed him were long lived as well, became Elros Tar-Minyatur, first King of Númenor.
Osgiliath - Was once the capital of Gondor. But during the War of the Kin-Strife (a rebellion during the time of kings around the 1430's.) it was laid siege to by the rebels and burned to ruins in 1437.
Torech Ungol - Shelob's Lair,
Another QUESTION: since you darling reviewers were so vocal about Glorfindel and Arwen, I decided to give you another chance to rewrite history. The Choice is does Boromir LIVE or DIE? With Buffy's help he could be saved, and on the other hand it could make his death more hasty. What's it to be?
And if the answer is LIVE, what should happen to FARAMIR?
