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Chapter 4:
He had fallen, taking their hope and will to fight with him and leaving Frodo alone, utterly alone with his burden. Gandalf had been the one person he had relied on without a single doubt. Whereas he had trusted his friends and the fellowship, now with the wizard gone he felt that he could never trust them to lead him to his destination as he had trusted him. Frodo heard someone call for him, Aragorn, and as the hobbit turned he realized he had been walking away from his weeping companions. He realized he had been crying. They all felt pain over this loss but while they were united in their misery Frodo could not stand staying still for only a moment. Although hope had almost completely left him he knew that he had to walk on if only to prove that his old friends' death had not been in vain.
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"The enemy knows you have entered here. What hope you had in secrecy is now gone. Eight that are here yet nine there were sent out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him… I can no longer see him from afar."
Celeborn, the noble Lord of the Golden Forest of Lothlórien spoke to the Fellowship which had been led up to meet him and his wife over meandering staircases.
"Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has fallen into shadow"
To hear her fear confirmed by her foster-mothers fragile voice devastated Elenya for she had long feared for Gandalf from the moment on when she had heard he had entered the dreaded depths of Moria. She had seen the evil that lay beneath the mountains Caradhras, Celebdil and Fanuidhol she had know what had caused the Grey Wizard to fall even before Legolas spoke the creatures' name, a Balrog, the same monster of fire and shadows they had encountered years ago.
What if she had joined the Fellowship in Rivendell would she have been able to save him from the fire? She knew she would have tried with all her might, if only to undo the sadness she could see in his companions, if only to prevent hope from falling with Gandalf into the depths of earth itself. Thinking logically Elenya knew that she would not have been able to do anything. She would have only risked her people's survival but her heart had not felt this much grief for a long time. Reaching up the Dúnadan woman could feel wetness on her cheeks that she had almost forgotten she was able to produce.
The remaining members of the Fellowship had been bathed, fed and had been given new clothing. After they each had been tended to they spread about their tents and the surrounding area, the hobbits were sitting in a circle still eating this and that. Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas had chosen to stay in the background and each had fallen into deep thought, their minds though taking different paths. In the shadows once again a figure was watching without any person taking notice of her. Watching Merry, Pippin and Sam find relative joy and peace in simple things like food, shelter and friendship made her face's expression melt from solemn to a small twisted smile. A thing of many she had shared with Gandalf was their mutual love for the Shire and its short folk. They had been seen many times over the centuries wandering around the green hills of hobbiton and crossing the Brandywine River. Elenya knew that if there was one thing Gandalf would wish for her to do was to become a friend and protector to his small companions.
"Good evening, my friends" her rough voice was heard as she stepped from the dark "I hope my homes hospitality has helped you to come to rest" Eight surprised heads turned to the speaker once again they were astonished how they had not noticed her although Legolas had most likely known she was there for his senses were keener than those of men, dwarfs and hobbits. "I heard that I would find some hobbit masters here that share my fondness of night meals?" Elenya continued while walking towards the place Sam, Merry, Pippin had sat down, joining their circle after they had excitedly welcomed her into their group as soon as she started talking about the meal that was so common amongst the Shire folk but foreign to seemingly everyone else.
Their laugh was echoing through the forest for hours bringing joy if only for the briefest moment to those who listened. "Ah yes the "Green Dragon" how could I ever forget the nights I spend in the best inn I ever had the pleasure of visiting?" Elenya smiled her grotesque smile at the memories created on long evenings spend over a mug of the best beer of the Shire (or as was believed of the proud hobbits the best beer ever created). "When the darkness has fled we have to visit the "Green Dragon" together my friends and spend a good long night with the brownest beer and a lot of music, what do you say?" At the Dúnadan's words the eyes of Merry, Pippin lit up, twinkling to almost put the stars over their heads to shame, nodding enthusiastically to her suggestion. Without them consciously noticing she had shown them a little light at the end of the darkness that had befallen the world. The light was small, yes, and seemed insignificant to others but it cleared their hearts a little of worry and that was the most she could do at this moment. After long hours they were exhausted and headed off to get some much needed rest after their emotionally and physically draining day.
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"So we do see each other on this side of the sea again, muindor. And much earlier than I thought it would happen, if it would at all." The tall woman greeted her brother just slightly showing her happiness and relief to see him mostly unharmed and safe if only for the moment. The equally tall man, she had spoken to only shook his dark haired head before jumping to his feet and embracing his younger sister impetuously, making her chuckle quietly but simultaneously embrace him back. "What a beautiful night to have my eyes graced by your beauty once again" Legolas gallantly made move to kiss her hand, which Elenya did not have though instead she took the elf into her arms just as she had embraced Aragorn before. "Beauty, huh?" she asked after letting the slightly blushing elf go, raising the eyebrow, that was not scarred "I will never be able or even try to compare myself to your pretty blonde hair, old friend" she teased Legolas, as she had done since they first met. "My hair is NOT pretty, Elenya" he acted insulted though guided her gently to sit with them this time. "Now tell us your story, seler. What has happened in your life since our last encounter?" So she did tell them what had happened, though shortened and softened for she now understood how and why her brother had to take another road than their folk after long nights alone with her thoughts and many nightly talks with her foster-mother.
Wanted to write more, as always, but I thought this would be a nice ending, do you agree? Yip haven't updated in too long I'm sorry but I'll try to be better since I have six freaking weeks free now because of summer break. YAY :D
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