Hello my fellow Tolkienites, This I Nuin Griffondor (Obviously), and i want to tell you that I really appreciate all the people who read this fanfic, (Warning Rant Beginning) Except for a couple of reviews I have gotten, from what I suspect is the same person, Here is the review:
From: Guest
:just another Mary Sue that is evil but turns out that she's not evil, she will save Middle Earth and will marry one of the hot guys around since everyone is in love with her because she is so powerful and beautiful.
I understand if you don't like my story, but at least read it a couple chapters before you give bad reviews, This review show that there are people who want to try and kill the spirit of a writer, and drive off potential readers, I appreciate bad reviews because they usually tell me what I am doing wrong. (Rant ended(Sorry for dramatics)) Now I am really sorry about ranting but I know there are people who like my story, and I know you guys will probably laugh at this like I did (After me pulling a Kylo Ren). But anyway the amount of support that this has is truly wonderful. This story has gotten over 1000 views (Personal happy dance) once again thank those who enjoy reading this story for supporting me. Now as always I want to thank my reviewers, Followers, and Favoriters.
So Now to lighten the mood I think I will have my good friend-
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Arindil: You said there was an emergency, what is it?!
Me: Ahh excellent timing, but did you have to blow up the door.
Arindil: Wait there was no emergency was there.
Me:Nope, I just need you to do the disclaimer
Arindil *Draws sword*
Me *Points pen*
Arindil: *Sigh* Nuincalion griffondor does not own the Lotr or anything Tolkien, Only his OC… Hey Nuin, what is an OC
Me: OKherewegoontothestorybye.
Over the past few days we have been traveling under the cover of night, me slipping in with the company and out again with relative easy, usually not staying long enough to chat. On day though I came back to camp with Boromir waiting for me. I sigh knowing the confrontation that was about to happen.
"So you are back Wraith, I do not know much about you other than you are a woman ranger and you have a pet wolf." He says
"Yes, and you are not getting much else, and Demos isn't my pet he is my friend" I say as Demos growls at him and lays down, glaring daggers at him.
"Yes, he did just call you a pet, No you are not allowed to rip his throat out." I say becoming slightly exasperated.
"You can understand… him?"
"Yes." I say, trying to head the conversation in another direction
"Well that is beside the point, why did you choose the life of a ranger, and I was also in rivendell long enough to know that most elves despise you,why is that?"
"They are both the same answer, one that I will not give you." I say climbing up a tree and closing my eyes, hoping to end the conversation.
"If I am to work with a woman, I must know about her." He say standing up
"Hey Demos, if he continues talking or moving forward, you have my permission to injure him minorly." I say turning onto my side and falling asleep.
We set out again the next day, a palpable tension between the two of us, and the rest of the company could sense it, Elladan took it a bit personally, I came back from scouting again to see him almost at Boromir's throat, but laid off when I came in This was going to be a very hard thing to deal with until he and Aragorn left for Minas Tirith.
wWe had been moving for a fortnight on the way when the weather changed. The wind suddenly fell and then veered round to the south. The swift-flowing clouds lifted and melted away, and the sun came out, pale and bright. There came a cold clear dawn at the end of a long stumbling night-march. The travellers reached a low ridge crowned with ancient holly-trees whose grey-green trunks seemed to have been built out of the very stone of the hills. Their dark leaves shone and their berries glowed red in the light of the rising sun.
Away in the south Frodo could see the dim shapes of lofty mountains that seemed now to stand across the path that the Company was taking. At the left of this high range rose three peaks; the tallest and nearest stood up like a tooth tipped with snow; its great, bare, northern precipice was still largely in the shadow, but where the sunlight slanted upon it, it glowed red.
Gandalf stood at Frodo's side and looked out under his hand. "We have done well," he Says. "We have reached the borders of the country that Men call Hollin; many Elves lived here in happier days, when Eregion was its name, do you remember it Arindil?
"Aye, it was a far more peaceful time," I say coldly
He continued on, realizing his mistake. "Five-and-forty leagues as the crow flies we have come, though many long miles further our feet have walked. The land and the weather will be milder now, but perhaps all the more dangerous."
"Dangerous or not, a real sunrise is mighty welcome," Says Frodo, throwing back his hood and letting the morning light fall on his face.
"But the mountains are ahead of us," Says Pippin. "We must have turned eastwards in the night."
"No," Says Gandalf. "But you see further ahead in the clear light. Beyond those peaks the range bends round south-west. There are many maps in Elrond's house, but I suppose you never thought to look at them?"
"Yes I did, sometimes," Says Pippin, "but I don't remember them. Frodo has a better head for that sort of thing."
"I need no map," Says Gimli, who had come up with Legolas, and was gazing out before him with a strange light in his deep eyes. "There is the land where our fathers worked of old, and we have wrought the image of those mountains into many works of metal and of stone, and into many songs and tales. They stand tall in our dreams: Baraz, Zirak, Shathûr.
"Only once before have I seen them from afar in waking life, but I know them and their names, for under them lies Khazad-dûm, the Dwarrowdelf, that is now called the Black Pit, Moria in the Elvish tongue. Yonder stands Barazinbar, the Redhorn, cruel Caradhras; and beyond him are Silvertine and Cloudyhead: Celebdil the White, and Fanuidhol the Grey, that we call Zirakzigil and Bundushathûr.
"There the Misty Mountains divide, and between their arms lies the deep-shadowed valley which we cannot forget: Azanulbizar, the Dimrill Dale, which the Elves call Nanduhirion."
"It is for the Dimrill Dale that we are making," Says Gandalf. "If we climb the pass that is called the Redhorn Gate, under the far side of Caradhras, we shall come down by the Dimrill Stair into the deep vale of the Dwarves. There lies the Mirrormere, and there the River Silverlode rises in its icy springs."
"Dark is the water of Kheled-zâram," says Gimli, "and cold are the springs of Kibil-nâla. My heart trembles at the thought that I may see them soon."
"May you have joy of the sight, my good dwarf!" says Gandalf. "But whatever you may do, we at least cannot stay in that valley. We must go down the Silverlode into the secret woods, and so to the Great River, and then—"
He paused.
"Yes, and where then?" asked Merry. "To the end of the journey – in the end," says Gandalf. "We cannot look too far ahead. Let us be glad that the first stage is safely over. 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," says Legolas. "But the Elves of this land were of a race strange to us of the silvan folk, and the trees and the grass do not now remember them. Only I hear the stones lament them: deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone. They are gone. They sought the Havens long ago."
"Aye, they were a fair people, though they were rather judgmental," I say with sadness permeating my voice.
We stop for the day in a formation of rocks, sam started cooking some food, Boromir was teaching Merry and Pippin some swordplay, with Aragorn and Elrohir giving advice and such. I was sitting with Demos and Elladan enjoying the sun's warmth and Elladan's company. Gimli was trying to persuade Gandalf to go through Moria. I watch as Boromir accidentally cuts pippin in the hand.
"Oh sorry," Boromir says moving closer to him
Pippin kicks him in the knee as Merry hits Boromir in the side with the flat of his blade. The two hobbits cause Boromir to fall to the ground.
"For the Shire," I hear one of them call and I start laughing, as does Aragorn, Elrohir, Frodo, and Sam.
Elladan looks at me and says, "It has been to long since I have heard that sound."
"Far too long indeed," I respond with a grin as Aragorn tries to stop the others.
"Alright gentlemen that is enough," he says as Merry and Pippin each grab a leg and pull, causing Aragorn to fall flat on his back, which brings me to tears from laughing so hard. Elrohir moves over to help Aragorn and the others up.
"What is that?" Sam asks looking south
"Nothing it just a whiff of cloud," Gimli says
"No you fools, Crebain from Dunland!" I yell and make for cover, with Elladan and Demos behind me, everyone makes a mad scramble for cover. Demos dives into a small bush, I hide in a crevice that is hidden from above, Elladan falls right on top of me.
"Arindil, I um-" He says from above as I put my finger to his lips to silence him, I quickly put up a camouflage spell to hide the two of us. We hear the Crebain fly over us with loud caws and such, as soon as they left, we all left our hiding spots.
"Spies of Saruman, we must make haste in traveling Caradhras, hopefully it will still be open to us.
I walk over to demos who has gotten himself stuck in the bush.
"Having trouble there Demos," I say smiling
He growls at me to get him out of there.
I pull him out laughing, "Well if you had gone several inches to either side you would have missed that spot completely, so in reality this is your fault."
He shakes himself off then stalks away angrily.
Guided by Aragorn we struck a good path. I stuck with the company, not weaving in and out for fear that I might be detected by the enemy, with the spies of them this close, I would hate so see my, maybe brother. If he found us it would be over, we might as well hand me and the ring over. Night fell and we had no sight of the enemy, but Elrohir had taken his brother to the rear with legolas and the two had been talking with him for a while, probably about me
The next morning dawned even brighter than before. But the air was chill again; already the wind was turning back towards the east. For two more nights they marched on, climbing steadily but ever more slowly as their road wound up into the hills, and the mountains towered up, nearer and nearer. On the third morning Caradhras rose before them, a mighty peak, tipped with snow like silver, but with sheer naked sides, dull red as if stained with blood.
There was a black look in the sky, and the sun was wan. The wind had gone now round to the north-east. Gandalf snuffed the air and looked back.
"Winter deepens behind us," he says quietly to Aragorn and me. "The heights away north are whiter than they were; snow is lying far down their shoulders. Tonight we shall be on our way high up towards Redhorn Gate. We may well be seen by watchers on that narrow path, and waylaid by some evil; but the weather may prove a more deadly enemy than any. What do you think of your course now, Aragorn?"
"I think no good of our course from beginning to end, as you know well, Gandalf," answers Aragorn. "And perils known and unknown will grow as we go on. But we must go on; and it is no good our delaying the passage of the mountains. Further south there are no passes, till one comes to the Gap of Rohan. I do not trust that way since your news of Saruman. Who knows which side now the marshals of the Horse-lords serve?"
"Plus with the Crebain patrolling from here to who knows where, we will have little chance of stealth in open plains this is the best path with this path we at least keep a small amount of stealth," I say
"But there is another way, and not by the pass of Caradhras: the dark and secret way that we have spoken of." Gandalf says looking at Aragorn
"But let us not speak of it again! Not yet. Say nothing to the others, I beg, not until it is plain that there is no other way."
Catching onto where Gandalf wanted us to go my eyes widen, "Have you finally gone senile, or given into madness Gandalf, that path will most like get all of us killed," I hiss
"We must decide before we go further," answers Gandalf.
"Then let us weigh the matter in our minds, while the others rest and sleep," says Aragorn.
In the late afternoon, while the others were finishing their breakfast, the three of us went aside together and stood looking at Caradhras. Its sides were now dark and sullen, and its head was in grey cloud. When we returned to the Company Gandalf spoke, telling the company of our plan to go over the mountain. They all seemed relieved.
"From signs that we have seen lately," says Gandalf, "I fear that the Redhorn Gate may be watched; and also I have doubts of the weather that is coming up behind. Snow may come. We must go with all the speed that we can. Even so it will take us more than two marches before we reach the top of the pass. Dark will come early this evening. We must leave as soon as you can get ready."
"I will add a word of advice, if I may," says Boromir. "I was born under the shadow of the White Mountains and know something of journeys in the high places. We shall meet bitter cold, if no worse, before we come down on the other side. It will not help us to keep so secret that we are frozen to death. When we leave here, where there are still a few trees and bushes, each of us should carry a faggot of wood, as large as he can bear."
"And Bill could take a bit more, couldn't you, lad?" says Sam. The pony looked at him mournfully.
"Very well," says Gandalf. "But we must not use the wood – not unless it is a choice between fire and death."
The Company set out again, with good speed at first; but soon our way became steep and difficult. The twisting and climbing road had in many places almost disappeared, and was blocked with many fallen stones. The night grew deadly dark under great clouds. A bitter wind swirled among the rocks. By midnight they had climbed to the knees of the great mountains. The narrow path now wound under a sheer wall of cliffs to the left, above which the grim flanks of Caradhras towered up invisible in the gloom; on the right was a gulf of darkness where the land fell suddenly into a deep ravine.
Laboriously we climbed a sharp slope and halted for a moment at the top. I felt a soft touch on my hand. I put out my arm and saw the dim white flakes of snow settling on my sleeve, increasing my dread of going this path..
The dark bent shapes of Gandalf and Aragorn only a pace or two ahead could hardly be seen.
"I don't like this at all," pants Sam just behind. "Snow's all right on a fine morning, but I like to be in bed while it's falling. I wish this lot would go off to Hobbiton! Folk might welcome it there."
I smile and move forward, walking on top of the snow with Elladan and the other elves.
Gandalf halts. Snow was thick on his hood and shoulders; it was already ankle-deep about his boots.
"This is what I feared," he says. "What do you say now, Aragorn?"
"That I feared it too," Aragorn answers, "but less than other things. I knew the risk of snow, though it seldom falls heavily so far south, save high up in the mountains. But we are not high yet; we are still far down, where the paths are usually open all the winter."
"I wonder if this is a contrivance of the Enemy," says Boromir. "They say in my land that he can govern the storms in the Mountains of Shadow that stand upon the borders of Mordor. He has strange powers and many allies."
"His arm has grown long indeed," says Gimli, "if he can draw snow down from the North to trouble us here three hundred leagues away."
"His arm has grown long," says Gandalf.
While we were halted, the wind died down, and the snow slackened until it almost ceased. We started tramping on again. But we had not gone more than a furlong when the storm returned with fresh fury. The wind whistled and the snow became a blinding blizzard. Soon even Boromir found it hard to keep going. The hobbits, bent nearly double, toiled along behind the taller folk, but it was plain that they could not go much further, if the snow continued.. Even Gimli, as stout as any dwarf could be, was grumbling as he trudged. Demos was trudging behind me shivering and whining about how he couldn't feel his tail, and being very dramatic.
After a while everyone started hearing voices in the air, though most denied it, i tried to catch the words, but couldn't. Every once in awhile a boulder would fall rather close to us, causing Demos to jump and overreact.
"Oh hush," I say getting tired of his reactions, "This is just a particularly bad snowstorm, we should consider ourselves fortunate that those stones didn't cause an avalanche." I then start trudging on again.
"We cannot go further tonight," says Boromir. "Let those call it the wind who will; there are fell voices on the air; and these stones are aimed at us."
"I do call it the wind," says Aragorn. "But that does not make what you say untrue. There are many evil and unfriendly things in the world that have little love for those that go on two legs, and yet are not in league with Sauron, but have purposes of their own. Some have been in this world longer than he."
"Caradhras was called the Cruel, and had an ill name," says Gimli, "long years ago, when rumour of Sauron had not been heard in these lands."
"It matters little who is the enemy, if we cannot beat off his attack," says Gandalf.
"But what can we do?" cried Pippin miserably. He was leaning on Merry and Frodo, and he was shivering.
"Either stop where we are, or go back," says Gandalf. "It is no good going on. Only a little higher, if I remember rightly, this path leaves the cliff and runs into a wide shallow trough at the bottom of a long hard slope. We should have no shelter there from snow, or stones – or anything else."
"And it is no good going back while the storm holds," says Aragorn. "We have passed no place on the way up that offered more shelter than this cliff-wall we are under now."
"Shelter!" muttered Sam. "If this is shelter, then one wall and no roof make a house." We now gathered together as close to the cliff as we could. It faced southwards, and near the bottom it leaned out a little, so that we hoped it would give them some protection from the northerly wind and from the falling stones. But eddying blasts swirled round us from every side, and the snow flowed down in ever denser clouds.
The hobbits were hiding behind bill the pony, but before long the each started falling asleep. Boromir and Me went over and awoke the hobbits.
"Stay awake if you fall asleep you might not wake up again," I say to them as Boromir yells to Gandalf, "This will be the death of the halflings, Gandalf, it is useless to sit here until the snow goes over our heads. We must do something to save ourselves."
"Náré," I say cupping my hands as fire collects into my hands, the hobbits gather closer and Demos sits right underneath it.
"Give them this," Gandalf says, searching in his pack and drawing out a leathern flask. "Just a mouthful each – for all of us. It is very precious. It is miruvor, the cordial of Imladris. Elrond gave it to me at our parting. Pass it round!"
Everyone takes a drink of the liquid, Elladan pours a little into my mouth seeing as my hands were full, then a couple drops into Demos' mouth. Immediately as I had swallowed a little of the warm and fragrant liquor I felt a new strength of heart, and the heavy drowsiness left his limbs. The others also revived and found fresh hope and vigour. But the snow did not relent. It whirled about us thicker than ever, and the wind blew louder.
The company the started to build a fire out of the wood we had brought and i put the fire that was in my hands onto the wood and it ignited, the Company cared no longer for watchers or unfriendly eyes. Their hearts were rejoiced to see the light of the fire. The wood burned merrily; and though all round it the snow hissed, and pools of slush crept under their feet, they warmed their hands gladly at the blaze. There they stood, stooping in a circle round the little dancing and blowing flames. A red light was on their tired and anxious faces; behind them the night was like a black wall.
But the wood was burning fast, and the snow still fell.
The fire burned low, and the last faggot was thrown on.
"The night is getting old," Aragorn says. "The dawn is not far off."
"We cannot survive another night of this, we must turn back," I say catching the other's attention
Gimli looked up and shook his head. "Caradhras has not forgiven us," he says. "He has more snow yet to fling at us, if we go on. The sooner we go back and down the better."
To this all agreed, but their retreat was now difficult. It might well prove impossible. Only a few paces from the ashes of their fire the snow lay many feet deep, higher than the heads of the hobbits; in places it had been scooped and piled by the wind into great drifts against the cliff.
"If Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you," says Legolas. The storm had troubled him little, and he alone of the Company remained still light of heart.
"If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save us," answers Gandalf. "But I must have something to work on. I cannot burn snow."
"But I can melt it," I say moving in front and preparing myself.
"Elladan be prepared to catch me if I fall," I tell him closing my eyes
"Why would you fall?" Boromir asks
"Náré falma (Fire wave)," I say
Fire bursts forth from my hands, going rippling down the hill melting snow.
I fall to my knees exhaustion ripping through my body, Elladan catches me before I fall face first into the snow, and carries me bridal style down the hill, when we were going down Gandalf came to talk to me.
"How did you do that, you had nothing to work with?"
"What is fire but heat, what is heat but energy, what is energy but motion, once you understand that basic principle than the rules of magic become flexible." I say with a smirk and he shakes his head.
"Day by day you still find ways to surprise me." He says and I look away from him and put my head on Elladan's shoulder as we walk off of Caradhras.
As we got down I noticed the black spots in the air and sighed.
"The birds again!" said Aragorn, pointing down.
"That cannot be helped now," said Gandalf. "Whether they are good or evil, or have nothing to do with us at all, we must go down at once. Not even on the knees of Caradhras will we wait for another night-fall!"
"You can let go of me now Elladan," I say to him
"Never," He tells me squeezing me tighter. I nuzzle into him and we continue on. A cold wind flowed down behind us, as we turned our backs on the Redhorn Gate, and stumbled wearily down the slope. Caradhras had defeated us.