sorry this is a little short. The next chapter will be longer. I had to straighten out quite a few details, but now I think I've got it down. So anyways, please review! I will get to the events of the hobbit and The Lord of the rings, so those who were disappointed open the rewrite please don't despair. Obi will be a tenth walker, never fear! Thanks to all those who have followed, faved, and reviewed.
Chapter 4
Obi-Wan was floating in the black, night sky. Voices rose to him from where he wandered in his sleep, and pinpricks of light floated in front of his vision, spotting the blackness with bright polka dots.
"Is he awake yet?" Asked an impatient voice irritably.
"Hush! When he wakes he will let us know." Came the reprimand.
He struggled to understand what position he was in. Was he standing, or lying down, or- for all he knew he could be upside down! He finally gave up and called out to the blackness.
"Who are you, and where am I?" His voice sounded small and quiet, not at all like it normally did. It sounded childish.
"See? He's awake!" The pinpricks of light floated closer.
"My name is Manwë. We knew that you would have questions; therefore we are here to answer them." Came the reply. He frowned, and sudden memories came back to him.
"I-I come from another galaxy?" He was baffled. And that was something that he wasn't very often.
"Yes, you do. And you were sent to another place to learn how to use your skills." Was the curt answer.
He thought about it for a moment. Elves, dwarves, men- surely he was an elf. That explained his glow and his immortality and pointed ears. He remembered many things- but his heritage.
"Why can't I remember my family?" Funny, he felt so vulnerable without that knowledge.
"Because you were meant to find out on your own." Was the reply. "Now, your time is up. You need to go back." He frowned. If this was the Valar, then he couldn't argue, but still-!
Then everything swirled and went completely black all over again, much to his annoyance.
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When he woke up, the first thing that he noticed was the Force. It was practically seething in smugness. The Force was rubbing its tendrils in glee, cackling like it had accomplished a great feat. It was proud of itself, like when someone has proven their enemy wrong.
The second thing he noticed was the clarity in the Force. It wasn't tainted like it was back in- what, another- not galaxy, but- universe. That's it. It wasn't tainted like it was there, but instead it was much more clearer.
The third thing he noticed was that he was in the middle of a clearing and something about him was very different. With a grunt, Obi-Wan stood and his hand automatically went to his waist. To his relief, both his shoto, lightsabers, and thankfully his armor were there, but there were other things on him as well.
He took a look at himself and did a double-take. Firstly, he wasn't wearing Sith or Jedi robes any more. Instead, he had on an interesting type of robe. It was like a normal tunic at the top, but then went down past his waist and then split right about where his knees were, a little like his foster father's clothing. There was a pair of brown leggings to go with it, and also the robe thing was black. An Obi stretched across his waist and was decorated with a panel that held a strange, sun-in-eclipse symbol on it in black and white.
Secondly, he had a whole bunch of other weapons all hidden underneath his black cloak. He was grateful for that, because he knew that he would blend in very well with the trees and other shadowy places he would wander. Counting his weapons, he had his three 'sabers; a bow and a quiver of arrows; the two vials of poison that he had tucked in his tunic; twenty throwing daggers in myriads of places, including his boots and secret pockets in his tunics; and three returning throwing stars.
On second thought, he reached up to his braided hair and was relieved to find that his hair spikes were still there as well. Enemies found his hair apparently fascinating, and as a result he had been tugged to tears before. So he had made hair spikes, braided into his braids. Lethal weapons, really.
He took a look around and leapt into a nearby tree, finding that no Force-leap was necessary. This part of the forest was strange. The trees were darker than they should have been, according to his memories, and they hissed as though in anger. This whole part of the forest was fraught with danger, and he found it disturbing.
Something brushed against his consciousness, and he felt startled, until he remembered that the trees can speak. They whispered to each other, even as he heard them in his mind.
'Elf' they hissed suspiciously. 'Elves bad. They hurt. Too bright!' They cringed. He placed a hand on the tree he was in, and felt it creak under his touch.
"This elf strange.' The tree said, confusion in its voice. 'Warm. Not burns.' The other trees seemed interested.
Obi-Wan tilted his head, realizing that these trees were shadowed. They were not like the other trees, for the darkness had taken ahold of them, making them become not evil, but tainted, in the neutral zone. They could just as easily hate orcs as they would elves- just like him.
'I am- a friend." He replied to their murmurs. They talked among themselves. This elf was warm. His touch reminded them of what they were a long time ago. Bright and untainted. But now they were not so.
'Daelas' they whispered to one another. 'This elf our Daelas.' They decided. The trees creaked and their branches cut off Obi-Wan's path. They would keep him as their own warm little sapling, their Daelas and none others'.
'You cannot keep me here.' Their Daelas told them. 'I must leave. But I will return.' The trees hissed.
'Our Daelas stay.' They retorted possessively. He sighed in reply.
'I cannot.' He replied. The dark trees seemed to grumble in reluctance, but for their shadow leaf, they would let him go where he would. He had promised to come back, hadn't he?
'Thank you, Mellyn nîn.' He thanked them, and in a moment had disappeared from their consciousness and their sight. And they wondered all the more. Who was their warm leafling really?
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Obi-Wan traveled swiftly and silently. To be honest, he rather missed his speeder at this moment, but he knew that he would not find such a thing here in this world. But it didn't hurt to wish, now, did it?
His memories did not feel like memories. It felt more like some kind of ingrained instinct, something that he had always known- some locked up information that just now could be released and put into play. It was odd.
He didn't complain, though. The geography of the land was strange. It was full of strange names, mountains, rivers- so much life and greenery that it reminded him pleasantly of Naboo.
Even as he walked, however, he vaguely recognized the landscaping. As he rounded a corner, he suddenly came across a large party of humanoid beings. Without another word, he slipped behind a tree before any of them could see him.
They were ethereal-looking, with pointed ears, long hair like his, and silver armor. Elves, as he realized from his strange knowledge. He followed them silently, feeling that he was meant to follow them.
They arrived at a large rock outcropping shortly after, where he could feel many life forms moving about nearby. The elves disappeared into the gap in the rock, and he paused. This, he knew, was Nargothrond, kingdom of Finrod Felagund, son of Finarfin, son of Finwë.
How he knew that he didn't know, but he just did. And despite himself, he knew that he would have to sit down and meditate all of his newfound knowledge, to see what all it contained and familiarize himself with it and these people and this world.
But for now, he needed a place to stay.
So remembering where the city was, he quietly slipped away to find a place where he could meditate in peace. It would not be the first time he had slept in a tree or under a rock outcropping, after all.
And so he sat down to meditate, riffling through all of his 'memories' and seeing everything there was to know. The history of this strange land, its creation, its Powers, its life forms, its habitats, all the history up till presumably where he was now.
By the time he was finished, it was nightfall, and he had spent nearly half the day in getting to know the land. So he climbed a tree and outlined his plans. He knew nothing of his heritage. He knew nothing of himself or his part in this land, although he knew that he belonged here.
It was undeniable. The Force practically railed at him if he dared think otherwise. No, he belonged here. But at the same time, he wondered what he was supposed to do here.
Tomorrow, he decided, he would head to Nargothrond and attempt to find some answers there. He had a feeling that the emblem of the sun-in-eclipse on the Obi around his waist held the key to unlocking the mystery behind his past. The Force agreed.
Perhaps the King would know, if anyone else did not. It was worth a try.
So he settled down to sleep on the boughs of the tree. If he would have seen it, the tree curled its branches about him, keeping him safe as could be in the high boughs of the oak as he slumbered to pass the time.