A frantic flapping of wings woke Gerry. Small nerve legs hopped on his chest. The thrush looked at him with her round and moving eye, leaning angrily her head towards him. He sat up, chasing the small bird that launched a cry of protest before perching on a rock a few feet away. His temples throbbed like in the aftermath of heavy drinking evenings. His scalp shuddered as if battalions of ants were marching in all directions on his skull with a military stubbornness.
Images and thoughts raced through his clouded mind to reconstruct an incomplete frame. He saw a fleeting form of a grandmother with red cheeks, serving a fragrant brew. Snatches of old fables resurfaced, reviving strangely vivid feelings and an inexplicable sensation of personal involvement. A fox with a monocle and dressed in the style of Gerry's grandfather talked about this and that. A grinning goblin stole his ring - this time the picture was clear and the memory vivid! The Hobbit remembered with disgust having experienced this feeling: suddenly an irreplaceable part of himself was amputated, overwhelmed by a surge of uncontrollable violence that would have led to kill father and mother. Frantically, he searched himself, finding the necklace and the ring in their places under his quite damaged jacket. Feeling dizzy, he made sure that as long as he would wear the ring, this uncontrollable feeling could resurface at any time. His horrible stigma could take control of him again.
Yet a vague feeling floated uppermost in his mind, if not with violence, at least with steadiness and ubiquity. Some lack throbbed in every pore of his skin. The premonition of a smile invaded his every thought with visceral optimism. The omnipresence of a radiant and reassuring face was soothing him. A soft and cool hand stroked his shoulder. Shared intimacy invaded his heart with its unique warmth, spreading there the balm of redemption. The hope of being understood and accepted despite his unbearable stigma comforted his wounded soul. But Gerry struggled to combine recognizable traits from these many diffuse images. As he tried in vain to summon his memories, he had the intuition that only his odious addiction to his treasure barred their access. The fear of hopelessly losing the most essential memories –precisely those that eluded him a moment before - squeezed his throat. He rejected the idea of force and domination while some reminiscences resurfaced. A musky scent of dry leaves, the sound of joyous twin strides in tall grass, the warmth of a shoulder against his, a shared tangy fruit, a brow sprinkled with freckles, tensed by the effort and dropping sweat beads, were some of the disparate clues that came back to him, but so powerful and real in his memory, that what they had in common, their hyphen, materialized at his side.
Sitting cross-legged behind him under a sunburned appletree, Avacuna was looking at him tenderdy and pensively. Gerry felt her presence and jumped to his feet, turning around. Seeing her mischievous face, the Hobbit was overwhelmed by waves of affection as the sight of the young woman filled the final details he still lacked. Tears came to his eyes:
-« I thought I had lost you...
- You nearly did... But I am here now. You were talking in your dream...
- What was I saying?
- Things that I liked! », She interrupted with a cheerful smile.
The apple-tree seemed to smile as a gnarled old woman. Avacuna put her blowpipe and rising swiftly, came graciously to the Hobbit. She stood on the tips of her long legs to place a chaste kiss on Gerry's lips.
-« How tall you have grown! You are now a veteran of the Goblin Wars! My lover will bring us back to his native Shire and make his return within his family as a young giant! But will he protect me from their curiosity and their judgments? »
Gerry thought about the high moral stature of his father and the gossip that would circulate between Longbottom and Tuckborrough. But he was no longer the young, carefree and inconsistent Hobbit who fluttered from jokes to flirts. He thought he was strong enough to impose his choices, at least for decisions that do not involve the community or the clan:
-« You and I will forever stand beyond the judgment of mortals! »
Avacuna was confused by the maturity and courage that were born for her. Deeply moved, she protested weakly:
-« I do not want to uproot my Hobbit! I could not stand to hurt you...
- I alone decide my mortal destiny. If necessary, I would leave the Shire to live permanently in your own way... But take confidence: the worst is never certain1. Why not trust in the future? »
Avacuna accepted this optimistic omen. Her kid came begging a caress, startled by the tall pines swaying in the breeze of Narbeleth. The couple dressed more warmly, gathered their belongings and set off, backpack at shoulder. Avacuna turned a few moments to send a silent and moved salute to the red stump under which she had stood, in memory of the long youth that had prepared her maturity. Then they walked off arm in arm below.
The autumn period ignited the vegetation with warm notes, which strengthened as conifers passed slowly and they headed west at the bottom of a steep and winding valley. Avacuna had provided with all the necessary, as a far-sighted hunter and gatherer. They subsisted on berries and roots, until the young woman would accept to shoot a hare:
-« We are far enough, at present. »
Instinctively, Gerry knew he had to respect some uncertainty as to the location of the vanished valley. Companions were progressing for two days when they were suddenly recalled to caution. While approaching a small ford, they spotted a huge footprint of a calloused and bare foot. Size suggested a troll or a tall young giant. They had come into the trollshaws, inhospitable region of Northern Rhudaur infested with the terrible predators. Hence they compelled to silence, gliding stealthily between the golden leaves in the thickets by day and holing for night in an inaccessible hollow. Frequently, Gerry took the kid on his shoulders, where loose soil required they took care not to leave any trace. Vigilant to the slightest noise, they strode three days, increasingly humid. The thrush preceded them as dogs do, flying ahead and back to ensure that the rear guard came smoothly, especially whenever they ventured into terrain by sneaking through the bushes.
Gerry had become a strong young Hobbit, particularly large and hardened to life in the wilderness. It was rare for a Hobbit of his age, to grow still, at least in height. The frugal diet that caution required, lent him a lanky air, but as tanned as a ranger. His beard began to grow thickly, and his limbs appeared tense and tough as a bowstring. He looked nothing like the foppish and indolent lad, lengthening his stride and brandishing the elven knife offered by Avacuna.
Gerry had noticed nothing, but the dwarven necklace bestowed him an aura of modest nobility, an attitude of experience despite his youth, an assured turn that forced confidence. But he never gained the royal countenance or appearance of immanent power that Thràin or Arathorn had won while wearing the necklace. Sensitive to his charm, his companion was nonetheless discreetly attentive that the Hobbit remained faithful to the qualities she had perceived in him. Avacuna for her part looked like a deer hunter, secretly affected by a hesitant grace. Her gaze of an ahunt feline was more and more often transformed into indulgent and knowing looks. Her hair, that once freely floated in the wind, now quietly streamed from her temples to her shoulders, mitigating the startling effect of her lynx ears.
One evening the thrush did not join them. Gerry was worried - besides the fact that the bird proved a valuable ally, and an endearing companion, she reminded him of his allegiance to the Dúnedain and the faithful tenacity of his missing companions. The couple cowered under worn oaks beneath a scree of gray rocks, while the rain was threatening. The next day, soaked and shivering, Avacuna and Gerry had lunch with dry roots and wild onions before resuming their journey. Water dripped from the trees around them under an overloaded sky while they were walking in quiet thickets. At the edge of an open space, both stopped without consulting. They scrutinized, sniffed and listened long, without spotting anything abnormal but could not overcome the sense of danger.
They advanced cautiously, guessing they were vulnerable. A thrush emerged from heaven, chirping furiously, making the kid startle. She flew in tight circles above them, still hyping. Surprised, Gerry dropped the kid that began to bleat. With the sensation to stir all unsavory creatures around, Gerry tried to calm the thrush and get it to land while Avacuna reassured her kid. The behavior of the bird was so amazing, Gerry began to doubt this thrush was his.
Suddenly the companions knew they were circled - a cracking at Gerry's left hand betrayed a heavy man who was moving towards them, while the bushes in front and right hand rustled as silhouettes were taking place. The couple placed back on back, since the encirclement seemed complete. The huntress and the squire-ranger had been trapped!
The thrush landed on a large stump, looking cheerful and satisfied. Behind her, a leather-gloved hand parted the scarlet foliage to reveal a beautiful smiling face, while the other hand made a sign of peace.
A tall man of elven beauty came out of the thickets. His slim muscular silhouette stepped gracefully, as if floating above the carpet of red leaves. His satin cape shimmered green and brown when he bowed to Avacuna. His smile expressed joy and compassion as he stretched out his arms covered with green arm-greaves. Gerry was struck by the resemblance of the elf with lord Elrond, whose raven hair and gray eyes he shared. Relieved beyond hope, however, he was stung by a pang of jealousy when Avacuna hugged him. This was Elrohir, one of the twin sons of Elrond, unparalleled forest ranger and bane of the orcs.
-«Merry meeting, little mother of the undergrowth!, launched Elrohir
- Blessed be your vigilant watch and the thrushes' talents!, replied Avacuna. For do I not guess right, thinking that this clever bird has brought you to us?
- Indeed, she has warned us seven days ago and she has been watching over you while you are roaming in the trollshaws and we hasten in your direction. »
Avacuna happily clapped her hands to the thrush, who bridled and raised her tail.
- We have not met for a long time, little mother of the hunt! But I am pleased to see that you were able to find your way! »
Avacuna blushed a little and sketched a small bow to thank the elf for the compliment. Elrohir turned to the Hobbit:
- « And here is Gerontius Took, gentle-hobbit and heir of the Thanery of the Shire! »
Gerry was used to be called a much simpler way. The burden of Thanery went along his father's name. Beyond an etiquette he did not heed for very much, he felt that something was wrong:
- « Is my father right? » He asked, alarmed.
Elrohir was embarrassed for a moment, but said quite a serene way:
- « The news our friend Hiravorn brings, report he is healthy... »
Some elves and many rangers went out of the bush and greeted the couple. A tall man, strong as a bull, who stood somehow stiffly, approached Gerry:
- « My name is Hiravorn, head of the Dúnedain of Sarn ford. We gathered at the trollshaws on orders from our captain Argonui, to lend a hand in an operation of great importance. I saw you a few times, Master Gerry, and I acknowledge that travels have changed your appearance. Be assured that your father's health is not at stake. But he had some issues in maintaining his authority in recent times. »
Gerry was relieved, but he realized that his return would come at a difficult time for his family. The company pressed the couple with questions, but the joy was short-lived since they had to share devastating news. When the Dúnedain learned that their lord would guard the eagle's pass until the return of the King, the men lamented and meant to send messages.
-« Enough!, Hiravorn intervened. This must be reported first to the lady and to the elder son. It is for you, Gerontius, Esquire of the lady and the last to have spoken to the Lord of the Dúnedain, to go and tell her. But now give me your report, as it should on a campaign return. »
Gerry got interrogated in detail by the Dúnadan chief. He described the approach, the route, the schedule, the decisions he had understood, following discussions he had witnessed. However, he was careful not to expose the growing antagonism that had opposed Arathorn and Thràin. The Hobbit mentioned the departure of Gandalf and the Dwarves to the East, and the remaining Dúnedain Westward. Hiravorn did not show his commiseration for the Hobbit until he had all the elements in mind to make decisions, measuring the disaster of the expedition - the death of the commanders, the loss of the wealth discovered and the invasion of orcs. The great news –the destruction of two fearsome dragons - seemed a far-reaching impact with an exorbitant price. He ordered again Gerry to visit Rivendell and bow before Luinloth. The Hobbit, altered by this passage on the grill, turned to Avacuna and said, a little embarrassed:
-« Hiravorn is right. I have duties to the lady and commitments I must honor. We shall go to Rivendell before joining the Shire.
- If you are not nicer, I shall return to my mother! » Avacuna whispered, looking imploring and anxious. Appalled, she realized now how much her Hobbit was involved with the Great. If he did not seek honors, honor however was reminded to him!
-« I need to put my past in order before I feel completely free. » He answered with a determined but compassionate air.
Chief Hiravorn was about to remind him dryly that only his lady herself could release him from his oath, and he could not be considered free without her prior consent. But Elrohir motioned to him not to overwhelm the Hobbit. Hence the stout soldier changed his mind and therefore took counsel with the elf for the conduct of military operations. They decided for the moment to send a small team to scout what Gerry called the eagle's pass, as far as they could. The defensive line would still be held in winter North of Rhudaur, in case the turmoil between Orc tribes should result in other assaults.
Thus Elrohir went with the couple to Rivendell. They followed difficult paths through rocks, boulders and a thorny vegetation, but the Elf led them during long miles at an even pace, while they were enjoying the poetry of a journey in wilderness, as in the early morning of the world. Though the days, that shortened quickly, remained mild under the mist of Rhudaur, the nights became colder. The Elf made no fire, but invariably every night he found so well hidden a shelter, that neither beast nor man could detect it - a huge and cozy hollow stump the first night, and a small cave closed by a curtain of young firs, made safe and temperate houses. Gerry never knew if these retreats were discovered for the occasion, or if they had been patiently prepared by patrols from Rivendell. For the ways of the elf reflected his dual ancestry, combining cautious keenness of rangers and the elven intimacy with forests. His sight bore far as the first-born, towards the western sea, yet his heart was contemplating the uncertain fate of Middle-earth, and his desire to push darkness back was renewed. The children of Elrond Half-elven enjoyed as their father, the grace of the ultimate choice - passionate life of Men or indefinitely meditative existence of Elves.
Then Elrohir drew from his purse some wonderful road breads Gerry adored, their companions listened their guide chant some ancient lai of Beleriand, and fell asleep under his vigilant protection. But one afternoon, the light-stride elf showed concerned and asked his companions to hurry up.
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When questioned, he replied only that he feared to be tracked. So the companions, alert, progressed more quickly. Two or three miles further, in a sparse and rocky slope, Gerry heard a strange noise on his left. He would have ignored it, if he had not thought he saw at the same time, at the extreme limit of his field of vision, a strange shape jump into the bushes. The Hobbit shouted:
- « Oh, there! It made "han"! And then it ducked into the trees when I looked. »
Elrohir and Avacuna ran to his side and watched up the long slope. Concern seemed to have left the Elf who led them forward yet. After a twenty minutes stealthy walk under a rocky bar, he disposed them in ambush in favor of a cut in the cliff. The large cleft provided for height shooting points where Avacuna and Gerry took position halfway up the rock, while Elrohir walked away a few steps and vanished amidst the elms. The watch was long for Gerry, who stood it in the role of hunter, of which he could hardly be assured here. After an hour, Elrohir saw Gerry's thrush, who peeped furiously while flying in circles under the low sky. The bird had discovered an intruder. The Elf came out of hiding and calmly pointed for his companions to the top of the crag, with his arm silently stretched.
A big brown bear stood on top of the fracture, sitting quietly to observe. When the three friends were relaxed and had laughed at themselves, the bear retreated quietly, following the crest of the ridge to the south. The astonished companions followed the foot of the rocky bar, still watching the summit. After a mile, a new fracture, more important, had turned a large section of the cliff into a giant staircase of rocks. The Elf scouted the rock piles. He quickly called his two companions who joined him.
A little below, a woman, looking haggard and famished, was watching them, sat on a trunk bed, surrounded by the rigors and beauties of wilderness. Her long black hair –turning into white at her temples - hid her nakedness. She smiled weakly at their approach, and shed a few tears when Gerry, closing by, recognized her at last.
- « Bera! I thought I had lost you forever! »
The Hobbit hugged the tall woman, to the unpleasant surprise of Avacuna, who evaluated her rival with the eyes of a huntress. But the bear-woman gestured with a mother's tenderness:
- « I thought you had left for the great journey, you too. I spotted no fingerprints of yours in the snowy slope, nor did I feel your scent below on the way. I found the remains of mules and their loads at the bottom of a ravine far below the eagle's pass, but no trace of your little person. You were gone, like lifted in the air! You can imagine my disappointment in failing the last mission he gave me! I spent a few miserable days to recover from the injuries given by our enemy and the shock of the avalanche. »
Bera told them the death of the faithful Ingold, who sacrificed himself to save her from the terrible werewolf. Hard hit by a strange illness, she had wandered for many days around the pass, facing a furious fever. Licking her wounds and not daring to move far away from the tomb of Arathorn, the great bear had routed a horde of goblins who had ventured there on a beautiful day. Gerry interrupted the Bearnide several times, trying to get details of the battle in which he almost believed he had his part. The Eagles, ultimately, had routed the last orcs and the pass had remained inviolate.
-« For now on, orcs will fear the Eagle's Pass, twice named! », Bera said with a sinister look.
Elrohir came forward and clothed the woman with his elven cloak, she buckled at the waist.
-« My father in Rivendell got wind of the Battle of the pass. Now the bear and the eagle will be feared in pair in these mountains. Receive the praise of Men and Elves! » He said, bowing.
Bera finished her story, telling her long wandering along the first steep slopes of the Misty Mountains, heading still South in search of Gerry's traces. She long pondered the failure of her mission - to protect the Hobbit - weakened by a double grief and an illness that spread to all her limbs. Soon she was no longer able to feed and sustain her human form. Losing hope of finding our hero, Bera took refuge under the skin of a bear, deciding she would die fighting her enemies, rather than return to her village and face disgrace. She was heading back to the Eagle's pass when she crossed tracks she recognized, along with large lynx footprints. With a renewed hope, she followed them as fast as she could.
Bera's weary look crossed Avacuna's gaze, who read the destiny of men: the infinite sorrow of separation beyond the circles of the world and the desperate madness of a lost honor. Full of solicitude for this unfortunate courage, she turned to Gerry with an imploring look - he alone could find the right words. Therefore the Hobbit committed in his modest but confident tone that usually made his success:
-« You have vowed to support your beloved to his destiny. This promise is fulfilled, even if it brings you only bitterness. You swore to bring me back safe. This commitment also was met, at the peril of your life. You got the world rid of an evil, and myself of a horrible nightmare. Your word is safe and your honor intact. In truth the dignity of the lady of the Bearnings has raised to the rank of the most renowned heroes! »
A pale smile greeted these words of comfort, since the tall woman had no tears left to weep. But through his grief, the Bearning still had regained the esteem of herself. And at this time more than one woman felt a desperate gratitude for Gerry.
Then Elrohir invited them to resume their way and led them, at Bera's tired pace, a few miles further South. Short hills covered with rocks and heather succeeded as a flock of laying sheep. Far away before them a mist haloed some deep river valley. At the bottom of each coomb, firs and shrubs often managed to remain relatively sheltered from the wind that must relentlessly sweep the bleak landscape. The Elf took them to one of them, a deep and impenetrable maze of thorny branches. At the heart of the grove, he found a small passage leading to a cleverly concealed hut. There, in this camouflaged post of the defenses of Rivendell, they spent the night after a solid meal. None of the hosts noticed, but two Elves took turns continuously to watch, concealed atop a tree, peering at the approaches of the hidden valley. Elrohir charged the thrush to carry a message to Elrond, warning that a noble lady needed his care.
The next day Bera seemed more vigorous but her limbs and her face had taken on a gray color, rather worrying. After a glass of cordial which animated the Bearning, they left at dawn, cold and windy, the kid was shivering between Avacuna's protecting legs. Around noon, when the rain began to lash, they reached a small rocky promontory they climbed, helping Bera. At the very last moment they saw an Elf dressed in gray who was patiently watching them, sat among the rocks. His outfit had the curious property of blending with the shapes and colors that surrounded him. At a sign of the watchman, they entered a hollow between the rocks and down a long staircase at the bottom of which Erestor greeted them. They had come to the foot of the northern cliff, in the hidden valley of Rivendell. Terraces laden with fruits piled in pastel colors between the dark woods, while Elves hurried to take Bera to the last homely home west of the sea.
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Gerry was soon at the bedside of the tall woman who had fainted. Master Elrond came and leaned on the patient, focusing his attention on the strong and thin face. He labored long at her side, draining toxins that poisoned her veins. But the patient began to shake. Within her took place the primary struggle of the solitary bear facing the wolf pack. Fangs and claws tore her guts and mind before Elrond who felt helpless. When the fight seemed lost, the Elf invited Gerry to take Bera's hand and spoke to her:
-« Daughter of Barwen, come back to the forests of your folk. The cubs of your clan mourn their mother's call with loud cries! Hear the call of the forest life! »
Bera's hand tightened on Gerry's arm, who felt the waning life force of the bear, throbbing under the veins while the lonely lover sobbed. The Hobbit also discerned the consuming fire of the lycanthrope, the destructive madness of the werewolves of the ancient world. But the exhortation of Elrond had recalled the protective instinct of the mother bear who stood face to the wolves. Her cub -or was it Gerry? - called for help beyond the death of his foster father - or was he his godfather and lord? Bera was alone in the clearing of her heart, routing the wolves' poison. As she breathed calmly now, Master Elrond gave her a liquor and put a poultice himself.
-«That will sweat the remaining poison and madness out of her, said the majestic Elf. But what will she awake to, grief or hope? No doubt you can help, Perian, you who traveled with her. And maybe will you tell me more about this extraordinary Woman? »
Gerry told the singular meeting under the trees of the great forest in Rhovanion, the love, disillusioned and too little discouraged, and finally the terrible oath to hopelessly follow a man with inordinate ambitions.
-« May be the death of my lord Arathorn was a deliverance to Bera, she has not yet realized.
- She will find shelter and serenity here. Once ready, she will meet as unfortunate as her and that could help her. »
Elrond said no more for the moment. A look at the Hobbit assured that his message was understood. He left the room, inviting the guardian of the house of healing, to ensure that the patient should be kept warm. When Gerry, absorbed in serious thoughts, came out too, a young Elf hopped up to him, clapping his hands.
-« Rùmil ! » Exclaimed Gerry, hugging him.
- « Welcome, Master Gerontius! Having heard the news of your return, I took the liberty of preparing a snack worthy of your ogre appetite! » Cried the elf, pulling a cart of groceries.
- Not now, Rúmil! » Said the Hobbit, with a concerned accent in his voice.
The young elf gasped. Seeing his disappointment, the Hobbit reassured him with a pale smile:
-« Keep it all, my dear Rúmil. I must first pay a sad visit out of duty... »
The young Elf led Gerry to his room, where the Hobbit refreshed and put on decent clothes. The elven garments that were lent to him, now fit his robust and tall Hobbit size. Thus adorned, he would have created sensation in Great Smials. Gerry would have gladly traded this livery and his unbearable onus. He confided Avacuna to Idril and Rumil. Then, his throat tight, he went in search of the lady of the Dunedain, directing his steps towards the garden. Approaching the rotunda where the lady and her husband used to enjoy the peace of the valley, he noticed a little boy who was climbing the branches of a low and tortuous tree. The boy was leaping from rope ladders to wood platforms, brandishing a sword and slaying goblins. A thrush was watching the child at the top of the upper branches, punctuating his exploits with twittering praise.
-« Ernil y periannath2, Aremel ! », shouted Arafin merrily.
Alarmed, the lady ran, holding up the skirts of her night blue gown. Up the grassy slope, she stopped when she saw Gerry, put her hand to her mouth to hide her trembling lips. But her reddened eyes and exhausted face showed that the news she had been provided with, had bereft her of any hope. Crying and producing a cruel effort to pull herself together, Luinloth greeted the Hobbit by courteous words, and begged him to report her certainty about her husband, cruel but true news, that only could give her some comfort.
-« You have guessed, squire of the Dúnedain, the news of the departure of my husband for the halls of Mandos were announced to me, she said, raising a tearful gaze towards the small thrush. But I ask you to tell me everything you have been a direct witness of, even if that is painful for you. »
Gerry bowed, gathering all the courage and the judgment to meet the injunction without worsening the pain of his lady. He first told the growing opposition between the two captains and Arathorn's talent to stand as a champion of the alliance beyond all dispute, while claiming the rights and concerns of the Dúnedain. The Hobbit painted Bera's adoration and vow, a chaste and harrowing way. The lady, surprised at the forest-woman's morals and courage, received like a balm the report of her husband's loyalty, noting bitterly that he had always been able to ingratiate with warriors and people of honor.
Gerry described in details the deeds of his lord, lessening his own merits and ignoring entire less respectable periods about Arathorn. He mentioned the quarrels which opposed the captains about the recovered treasures in the remote arbitration of Gandalf. The Hobbit was in the middle of the Barum-Nahal mining explorations, when Luinloth began to suspect a bias in her squire's report, since the wizard was mentioned there sporadically and as minor. But then Gandalf's hidden thoughts were revealed to her, when Gerry told the arrival of the dragons and the disastrous battle that followed. His voice lowered when he came to the duplicity of Arathorn. His throat knotted. Unable to accuse his lord, he paused before stating the losses, merging the fighting in the mine and the battle against black rangers, later in the valley. But the lady realized a key point was missing in the tale. Pale and tense, she asked in a whisper:
- « A betrayal? »
Gerry looked down, not to behold the pain she would no doubt be inflicted by the revelation of her husband's treachery:
- « Yes, my lady...
- My husband fell through the treachery of those, whose alliance I vouched for! The worth recovered in the mine must have turned their heads! » She burst into tears.
Gerry startled. The lady's love and faith in her husband veiled the unbearable truth, our Hobbit had not the heart to uncover. He got off from his neck, the Naugwar Mithmirion that was hidden under his clothes. With a miserable and worn air, he knelt to present the jewel to his lady:
-« This is what I received, as a pledge from the hands of your husband, to pay grievances and soothe the hearts... »3
The lady received the wonder with dignity, only muttering with anger and determination:
-« So this is the blood-price for my husband! Let this sad trophy become the prerogative of the line of Isildur, until it helps to restore the honor of our house! »
Grief plunged her into endless tears, looking at the incomparable necklace lying in her lap. Gerry, tearful also, took her hand and timidly kissed it, saying:
-« Tell me how I can relieve your pain, my lady.
- Can you tell me what were his last thoughts?
- My lord Arathorn asked me to lay at your feet the testimony of the only love of his life. I assure you his mind was in peace when he went away, since he had worked for the good of his people by repairing his faults... »
Then the Hobbit took from his purse a little treasure he had cut from the branch Arathorn had born throughout their journey. Trembling, he handed to Luinloth the white button, now wrinkled. The lady remained silent long. Before her, Gerry was tortured by conflicting duties, wondering if his own silence would not ultimately do more harm than good. In doubt, he did like Gandalf had advised him and listened to his heart. He buried the secret of Arathorn. What mattered most to his eyes now was to alleviate the pain of the lady. Luinloth said at last, wiping her tears:
- « You have relieved me of uncertainty. Tell me now where my husband lays.
- Arathorn now rests at the Eagle's Pass, in the Misty Mountains located far north of Rhudaur, watching over the road he had sought to open. Ingold the brave, Bera of the Bearnings and I have buried his remains in this high place, for him ever to contemplate the fief of his lineage.
- You have served well, Gerontius son of Fortimbras. I have no doubt my husband held you in high esteem, since it is you who bring me the item of his last thought and the testimony of his last will. Leave me alone now. I implore you to watch over my grandson in my retirement and to distract him as you can. »
Gerry bowed and did as the lady had requested. He and Avacuna remained in Rivendell for some time, the Hobbit restoring his strength and dividing his time between Bera's bedside and games with Arafin, most often in the company of Avacuna, who rediscovered the wonder and splendor of Elvish songs. From time to time, he saw from afar, lady Luinloth meditating alone under the dome or near the falls. The Hobbit also witnessed the recovery of Bera, who regained her old strength. She had come close to madness and was back from the veils of the void, bearing the gift of poetry. The words now transcended the feelings that flowed, as powerful as before, but clearer and more subtle. She met Luinloth several times, and they spoke together at length. Bera went strengthened out of these meetings, and the lady of the Dúnedain was probably enlightened with the original life vision of the Bearnings.
Several weeks after the arrival of the travelers, around the end of month Hithui, lady Luinloth convened Gerry in a hall of the house of Elrond. Her face was now quieter, she turned to him with somewhat artificial spirits:
-« You are now discharged from the double burden of Arathorn's mission and the sad news of his departure. Tell me now about you, Master Hobbit! What have you found in your travels? »
Luinloth's smile was somehow strained but her wistful eyes still betrayed a joyful afterthought, almost mocking. Gerry knew it was time to talk about Avacuna and future.
-« My lady, traveling with Gandalf, then being at your service and take part of a campaign with so famous captains, changed the uneducated and conceitful Hobbit I was. Walking through the vast and somewhat mysterious world, I found so many unexpected things, on turns beautiful or ugly, frightening or helpful, it seems to me now a little less mysterious and much larger. To tell you everything, I feel much smaller today than the day I left, although I took a few inches!
- This is a token of wisdom. You seem ready to fulfill the services that my husband and I were expecting from you. »
Gerry waited, choking, the lady should set his next mission. But she laughed at his anguished air:
- « It was never intended to require anything that would exceed your abilities. We meant to submit your loyalty and endurance to the test, what you achieved with courage, quiet dignity and a bit of luck. You are now able to take your place in the plan that we have designed for you: go home, back to your kin. Keep the memory of the King alive among your folk, feed the flame of hope and cooperate with your neighbors and our companies, bring any aid you think fit to your neighbours and the Free People, and get ready, you and your heirs, to have the kingdom reborn when the line of Isildur comes forth.
- I thought you would keep me close to you...
- Beware, Gerontius, I might take you up on this! But Eriador needs leaders like your father or yourself when your time comes, to lead the Shire on the path of honor, prosperity and happiness. Your journey has taught you a taste for these virtues, and may be you know how to recognize and stir them in your own people?
- Indeed. Prosperity is needed by all. Honor and cowardice, happiness and suffering are all the same across Middle-earth, it seems to me, as long as People are free. But there is a feeling that I had not experienced before this trip.
- And what is it? », Asked the lady with a little twinkle in his eye.
Gerry squirmed like a kid caught in the act:
- « I met the right person for me, and I think I might be suitable for her...
- You think so? Did it come to your mind that you should foremost ask about her opinion? »
Gerry took a peony color:
- « Indeed we have engaged our troth and dreamed of some projects.
- Very good! I would love to know these projects, if I may. But above all, would you mind introduce your soul mate to me? »
Gerry did, though afterwards he had the impression that lady Luinloth knew all about his romantic adventures. But he let go with good grace. Avacuna entered the room, flanked by Rúmil and Idril his bride, who had sympathized with the young woman. Avacuna was wearing a dress of silk taffeta, Idril had crafted for her.
The lady looked at her benevolently but sighed. The graceful arms laden with a wreath of dried flowers were indeed those of a young athletic woman, but when she sat lifting her dress, the huntress let see her long foot that recalled the paw of a lynx. Her cat ears, whatever discrete and blending with her magnificent hair, revealed her ancient origin immediately. The young woman beamed with happiness in this place, she took advantage of every moment. The lady had a long conversation with them, listened to their projects, testing the will and desire of an ardent and prolific mortal life of two young people.
Yet Luinloth realized that the two lovers fled ahead, hoping to stop in the Shire, but without much assurance of achieving this. For her part, the lady had no doubt about the unending difficulties the presence of a fairy would induce in Hobbit society. Her decision settled, the lady hed them step forward in front of her and said:
- « The lady of the Dúnedain gives you her blessing. May you prosper in body and mind in harmony with your differences. To help you both, I commit to you, Avacuna, this necklace to wear it forever. »
On a velvet cushion Rúmil handed, the lady took the dwarven necklace and passed it around Avacuna's neck:
- « I command you to keep it hidden and urge you not to leave it as long as you remain in the Shire. Thus your long journey of fairy forest will not appear stranger, to most of Gerry's parents, than a Breeland mindset or the habits of vagabond Hobbits of Eregion before the creation of the Shire. For anyone, you will wear a dwarven trinket won by your husband in his long journeys. »
At these words the river of jewels and mithril turned on Avacuna into a humble pendant, while her ears dwindled and blended with the soft locks of her hair, a Hobbit foot -barely hairy- exceeded under her dress, her slick smile shone without feline whiskers on her radiant face, pink with happiness. In the eyes of Gerry, her beloved had not changed, except perhaps a more pronounced curve of the hips, which smoothed her athletic muscles. Yet the gift of the lady gave Avacuna the serenity she had been longing for. Now she would advance in her chosen life, able to pass on the gift of mortal life, practical, rich and quiet as is customary among Hobbits.
Gerry believed he had got rid of his share of guilt, along with the dwarven collar. But now fate threatened that his lady's high and innocent generosity would force him forever, while beholding his love, to remember his old wrongdoing, committed by love and cowardice.
Our hero, troubled by this poisoned gift, dared yet not refuse. He received a big book about the history of the kingdoms of the north, from the hands of the Queen:
-« So you can hone your letters and study men's policies, while thinking of your lord and your lady. »
The couple ceremoniously bowed to the lady.
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Master Elrond was somewhat offended at not having been consulted. The union of a Fairy and a Hobbit was naturally the responsibility of an elf whose memory went back to the first age of the world. As loremaster and lord of Rivendell, he should have presided over the blessing.
But mostly, the fate of the Naugwar Mithmirion concerned him dearly. Elrond had no doubt an artifact of this scope had not got into the Hobbit's possession, solely as a part of negotiations between allies. The disappearance of the two captains, the breaking of the alliance and Gandalf's swift departure, all these signs urged him to be cautious and wait to learn more. It seemed wise to hide the jewel for a time; yet he was reluctant to hide this treasure here in Rivendell. When he knew that lady Luinloth had given the jewel as a dowry to Avacuna, he had the intuition the Fairy would be the best keeper, until passions were allayed. Then Hobbits, astranged to old grievances between Elves and Dwarves, would be able to surrender the jewel without arousing suspicion. Hence he supported the decision, choosing the lesser evil.
The next day the Master of Rivendell took advantage of the elven celebration of winter to give a party in honor of the couple. The splendours of Imladris kindled for a sort of honeymoon Avacuna and Gerry savored before leaving for the adventure of their lives. Lady Luinloth, though in mourning, attended willingly, especially since her eldest son Argonui and his grandson Arador joined her after repelling an invasion of orcs of Mount Gram.
Bera told the history of her ancestors in a powerful and subtle language, the minstrels of Rivendell translated into a song now known as the Lai of Barwen and Baran. The feast continued late into the night. While Avacuna, radiant with the subtle charms of the Naugwar, danced with the elven chorus girls, Elrond took Gerry to the hall of fire.
-« Gerontius Took, had I not predicted that you would find more than half of yourself in this adventure, in condition you do not abandon the essential part?
- It is true, Master. I truly recovered more than half of myself. In addition to being found by Avacuna, maybe I have discovered myself entirely? Indeed, my life took a simpler and more exciting sense... within my reach, as a matter of fact. But I have long wondered what you called the essential part.
- And what do you think it is? », Elrond asked with great interest.
The Hobbit hesitated a moment, then stepped in, with his playful and friendly tone, hiding his apprehension:
- « It so happens that I have in my possession a very valuable item. And this is a ring of power. Gandalf told me about it, one of those the elven smiths of Eregion cast long ago, you know? Yes, I guess you know... At first I did not pay attention, but then there were many people who got interested and even pursued me! We were repeatedly attacked! And then I felt guilty since it is an ill-gotten gain, I mean for me. Not that I have stolen it, mind you, but I got it in circumstances that the owner forcefully disagrees. But this item was extremely helpful during our journey, it even saved our comrades and myself from a horrible death on several occasions. I first had trouble using it, but it has somehow revealed itself to me...! I may reach high levels of concentration thanks to it, and achieve things that I would never have believed possible! For example, I met a very old ancestor, near the Gladden Fields... Hence I was attached to it and I wanted its help and power. To depart from it would be difficult... more and more I fear. This is the essential part of myself that I might lose, in my opinion. But an event occurred, that scared me and told me how I became addicted. I have not used it since I've realized. And now I am determined to surrender it to its rightful owner. »
At first Elrond was amused by the Hobbit's active and naive belief. Rings of power were obviously not found under the hoof of a Shire's horse! Then his formal disbelief had cracked for the tale of the powers the Hobbit reported. Finally, the accurate description of the evil attractions of a ring of power had positively alarmed him. But the last assertion restored his hope. He decided to proceed with caution, without offending the Hobbit:
-« Did Gandalf advise you about this item?
- I have not spoken to him about the ring, yet he often got close to my secret... and that got me pretty angry!
- Do you have the strength to show this item?
- Yes, it is not as heavy as that, Gerry replied lively! You must be careful not to put your finger inside, however, since the device cuts anything inside! »
Elrond could not hide a frown of incomprehension. Power rings enslaved weak minds, but did not cut fingers. Gerry handed again his ring out of his pocket and placed it in his own open palm. Elrond, who was closely watching the Hobbit, pushed the experience further:
-« May I have a closer look? Would you lend it to me for a moment?
- Take it! Definitely! Such an item should not remain in clumsy or vapid hands like mine. It could do much harm! I will compensate the owner, take it, please!
- I shall just consider this ring. »
Master Elrond placed a cushion on a table and invited the Hobbit to put his ring there. Candlelights grew around with a sign of the Elf. Gerry came and put the object with a trembling hand, which the Master of Rivendell did not fail to observe. Elrond approached his grave and attentive face and thoroughly scrutinized the ring. Then, encouraged by his initial observations, he took it between thumb and forefinger, and raised it in the white light of a large candelabra. The stones sprang into opal light.
-«I commend you to the highest point for having my advice on this subject. I can tell you without fear of contradiction, that this is not a ring of power. In all likelihood, it was once, not one but two rings of the Dúnedain, crafting before the wars of the North, perhaps in Westernesse. Each had a stone and they were twins. Then recently -around the creation of the Shire, I would say - a goldsmith of Eriador, a dwarf most likely, modified and attached the two jewels to make a unique and complex object, which mechanism's purpose, is indeed to cut what has been inserted inside the rings...»
But the Elf was still puzzled as to the destination of such an artifact. He asked the Hobbit who replied:
-« In fact I think it is a kind of knife, master Hornblower used to cut properly the precious pipeweed blends he produces at great expense. But I can assure you it saved me several times! »
Elrond smiled knowingly:
-« So master Hornblower certainly had this beautiful item smithed from a treasure of his house. Maybe this double ring once had the talent to help its owner to get the best out of his own abilities. And maybe it is still so today... or maybe you just got lucky. But it is not an elven ring of power, that I may assure you. I guess what Gandalf said to you led you to believe in this item as much as in yourself... You must give it back to its owner, as you are resolved. This will be the last test for you: restore the order of things and reduce the chaos left behind you before you can claim a righteous life. Ultimately, what you had the most to lose, the essential part of yourself, was perhaps the esteem of yourself? »
Gerry looked at Master Elrond who handed his ring with a smile. So all his progress in mastering the ring was fake... He sighed and cast with a gesture the looming lust for power and domination. After all, it was better this way.
The great Elf sat down with the Hobbit and said with a kindly air:
-« I trust in your will. And you will be supported unconditionally.
- I am determined, Master Elrond. I'll put some order on my return and intoduce Avacuna to my family. But I fear for her about questions and gossip. So far she has experienced only wilderness or the company of a small number of refined people. Small petty inquisitions, harassment or blacklisting may poison our lives. If this was to happen, I'd leave the Shire.
- You are foreseeing with lucidity, Gerry, but I wonder whether you anticipate the possibility of this departure to escape your future responsibilities as the Thain? You can count on the solidarity of your true friends and loved ones, as long as the most blatant of Avacuna's differences remain hidden, at least initially. Lady Luinloth countered this difficulty in her generous way, although dangerous in my opinion. I must warn you about the Naugwar Mithmirion. It will raise the curiosity and envy of any Dwarf who would happen to recognize it. I also urge you to keep it always such as Avacuna is wearing it now. You've heard enough here of the history of Elves and Dwarves to know that great evils were perpetrated by the greed of such a gem. When it is no longer needed, it should be brought back to Dùrin folk. On this point I must have your solemn promise.
- I give you this promise in my name and Avacuna's.4
- Thank you. But I feel this is not what is bothering you? »
Gerry blushed, stammered somehow and finally confided:
- « Actually, Master, I wonder if our union will prove prolific... Shall we have children? »
Elrond summoned his furthest souvenirs and began the tale of Elu Thingol, who united to a sylvan spirit of the first age of the world. He questioned at length the fate of their offspring and concluded that he was very confident about the ability of Gerry's couple to produce many strong branches. Gerry objected that this was a very old story, which mainly concerned the elves. The master of Rivendell replied:
- « Avacuna's nature is neither elvish nor mortal. She has been spending lavishly her innate power to transform the world and herself, following a long way to mature and rise to her current nature. Today she needs a peer who would accept her conception of a life devoted to the transmission of her new-born abilities and quiet happiness. Do you wish to and will you know how to be her mate? That is the only question. Avacuna enjoyed the existence of primordial spirits and was able to rise by her own will and her own vision. Now she no longer has that power to blend into the flow of life in Middle Earth. But rest assured, the length of her life will fit with Hobbit future of mortals is open to you, as mysterious it may seem to the Elves. »
The guests were now coming into the hall of fire. The beautiful folk sang and declaimed poetry, sometimes inviting Bera to join them. Avacuna appeared among elven girls, round and bright as a Hobbit on her wedding day. Gerry wondered, within a blink of an eye, whether she was pregnant, but drove this ridiculous idea out of his mind. At the end of the evening, Gerry, fast asleep, heard Bera reciting Elvish verses, to the wonder of Erestor. As the Elvish words rose with the swirls of fire, he saw Luthien questioning her mortal destiny beyond the circles of the world, and fell asleep on the cushions.
Happy days pass like shooting stars in the summer firmament. Dúnedain dispersed, taking their vigil around Eriador. The winter advanced, Bera decided to cross the Misty Mountains to join her folk. Elladan and Elrohir accompanied her because they wanted to explore the mountains and gather information about the goblins movements and alliances after the fuss Gandalf had triggered in the north. The tall woman, dressed in colorful clothes mixing raw hides and elven silk, clasped over her heart the little hobbit and his wife, and promised them a warm greeting in the villages of the Great Forest, if they happen to wander in the wilderness nearby. No doubt they would be better welcomed than dwarves!
The same day Gerry began their preparations. He had several metal and precious wood pipes commissioned by the artisans of Rivendell, in anticipation of gifts to distribute on his return. He had carved the pipe intended to father Hornblower. Rúmil and Idril brought a gift from Elrond: a beautiful long-haired pony, harnessed and provided with the necessary for both travelers.
Then the Master of Rivendell received Avacuna's visit. She knew his sons for long, but she never had the opportunity to benefit from his wisdom. As a matter of fact, Elrond had blessed from afar the slow transformation of the wilful huntress. The young woman expressed her fears about a world she had only recently addressed in full possession of her means of mind. Elrond calmed her fears and confirmed that her union with a mortal would give her the ability to anchor in this world, to transmit life and act on the present. He added that she would lose her own life force and longevity in Middle Earth.
- « For such is the fate of mortals, whose soul leaves the circles of this world for a destiny that is not revealed to the elves.
- I accept this fate. Now that the world appears more clearly, I see that everything passes in this age.
- It is also the intuition of the elves... »
Two days later the couple went away by a cold and gray morning. Small Arafin came to say goodbye, the little thrush on his shoulder. Lady Luinloth wished them peace, and reminded Gerry with a smile that she could still call him back to her service.
Master Elrond blessed the couple again. He gave Avacuna a small box of hardwood, carved like lace. It contained an even smaller box, a metal one, which contained a glowing coal from Master Elrond's crucible.
- « The hearth of a household, powered by this coal, will never fail to warmth and love, as long as its members remain sincere to each other. And here is another gift for you. Your elvish name is Avacuna, which means "She who does not bend" or "Volunteer". The translation of this name in the culture of the Shire is Adamanta, the Inflexible. It turns out that this name was born by a famous family head, Adamanta Chubb. Her clan was the last to leave the area of En Egladil, downstream of Rivendell, to migrate westward and to the Shire. Thus you will, Adamanta Chubb, in the eyes of your new family, stand for the last Hobbit of the Eastern branch of Chubb clan, to join the fold. This will help you in many ways, provided you keep carefully hidden, the perilous gift of lady Luinloth. »
Avacuna bowed, with tears in her eyes. Then, heavy-hearted, the lovers timidly passed on the little stone bridge over the enchanted river, into the gray morning. Choirs accompanied them far up the climb. At the top a few joyful shouts of encouragement put them on the right path. After joining the road, they strode to the West in the cool wind, the kid prancing ahead.
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Lovers were quick to find their balance in this romantic journey. That same evening they went down into the valley of the Bruinen and crossed the ford. The next day they progressed among pine groves and thinning hardwood. The warm colors were off and rain, pushed by a west wind, slowed the progression of the pony who regretted the stables and fields of Rivendell.
Two days later, after the Mitheithel bridge, they approached the last inn, Arathorn had rebuilt and replenished. A thick fire smoke warned from far away, that here a hearth was waiting for the traveler. A fortified farm soon appeared to them as night fell. The visitors knocked on the oaken door, reinforced with steel. A strong man opened the gate after due consideration. The place looked more like a besieged castle than a coaching inn, but this was one of the wills of late Arathorn. The yard could receive flocks of sheep from around. Ample reserves stored in fall cluttered the attics. Once the pony housed, they entered the main building, and were welcomed by Argonui himself.
Gerry took care to express deference to the new lord and military chief of the Dúnedain of Arnor. Obviously their journey was watched on, but Gerry also had the feeling that he was trying to demonstrate the reality and the success of Arathorn's economic actions.
Before going to bed, Gerry confided to Argonui the last words of his father about him, who was deeply moved but also surprised that Gandalf would come along with him in his lord's last thoughts about the fate of the Dúnedain.
The couple stayed a full day, sheltered at the inn, put off by a cold and pouring rain. The rangers who had not met Gerry, were eager to hear the story of the expedition. Although it was painful for him to behave as a veteran goblin wars, he gave them satisfaction, not without enhancing the role of their former captain. Ultimately, the Dúnedain would keep the memory of a heroic expedition that had conquered all the obstacles, even a couple of dragons, but the two captains had paid the attempt of their lives.
The travelers resumed their journey along the Great East Road. To the north lay the desolation where only a few herds gazed in summer. Southward, thickets sheltered rare hamlets resettled by Arathorn. Locations where Avacuna and Gerry camped were quite popular during the rest of the year, but they did not meet a soul for several days. One afternoon, however, they passed into the mist beneath a Dwarven cart pulled by two donkeys. Gerry wondered if one of them was present at the Drunken Goose Inn, the day he had behaved so weirdly.
The next day they went to the foot of Weathertop, a large promontory north of the road, which still bore the scars of the ancient northern wars. They camped a little further, near the Midgewater Marshes , eating cattails, that Gandalf had praised for their culinary merits, ages ago. Fortunately, during winter, midges let them alone.
Finally they reached Bree hill at night, under a showering rain. Avacuna was very excited, but Gerry had her pass a pre-inspection before going to the gate. The guard, a lean and rustic lad, saw no danger in this pair of Hobbits, apart from the incongruous mystery why he knew nothing of them and they stood at the East door. But that was quite enough to delay until Gerry gave his identity by raising the tone somewhat. Travelers drove their poney to the village center, where they lodged at the sign of the Prancing Pony.
The owner, a big bald man known by the name of Marlowan Butterbur, received them like royalty. Gerry thought it more prudent to leave the kid with the pony in the stable, which was hardly to the taste of his mistress. Marlowan stood for a moment speechless when Gerry enunciated his name and introduced the "young lady Took" at his side, but as a good inn-keeper he recovered quickly and called his lackeys. They were alloted wealthy bedroom, low and close to the ground. When they were refreshed and fed, an old Hobbit came to clear the table and inquire if everything was to their liking. The couple was invited to visit the common room. Gerry was tired and would gladly have declined, but accepted for the sake of lively and curious Avacuna.
The common hall, warmed by a generous hearth and wealthy paneled walls, gave them a perfect welcome. The master of the house distributed jugs and bottles as rarely for a winter evening. The couple soon realized that unusual events in the Shire had attracted the attention of locals on the prestigious Took name. Hence the inn was full of curious folk who swelled the ranks of the idle regulars. Gerry was therefore forced to tell in detail his travels in the East, to visit men beyond the mountains in the company of a wizard, and how he met and married Miss Adamanta Chubb, here today and for now Mrs. Gerontius Took.
These news turned upside down the general belief about the fate of "Young Mister Gerry". To bring some order to the hubbub, Mrs. Butterbur, a large, forceful and ruddy Woman, who enjoyed a somewhat wittier and more understanding mind than most of her customers, explained the news from the Shire by stripping them of the Bree populace fabrications.
-« It was rumored a few months there, towards the end of spring, that the Thain had decided to "put some stones in the pockets of his son"5, as we say here in Breeland, with all due respect, Mister Gerry. The gossips reported that dozens of fathers - um, I mean fathers of many girls, if you follow me - marched to Tuckborough for mysterious business with you. And what business it was, you know better than us! This is roughly the time an unfortunate fellow was snapped up by quicksand in the south beyond Longbottom on the Brandywine, near Hornblower Mansion. It was believed that was you. But other rumors reported that a wizard, an old man we know here, had boxed your ear and led you who knows where. But we in Bree knew better for sure, since old Bob, here, went to the spring fair in Thalion when troubles started with the black guys. And he discussed with Hobbegar Grubb, the innkeeper there. He said that he saw Mister Gerry with old Gandalf leaving on the sly in the outback with black guys behind on their tracks. Ultimately, in the Shire you were presumed dead since the beginning of winter. It must be said that some people, out there near Brandy Hall or even Long Cleeve, are interested that you remain dead for good. And from what is said here - and I always stand for Bree, if you understand me, with all due respect - there is a wind of change in the Shire, and it is not necessarily for the better... »
The tirade was punctuated all along with cheeky approvals, minor corrections and evocative clarifications. Gerry had seen the ribald look of Avacuna when referring to the dozen girls. But she remained unmoved, absorbed in observing these manners, so amazing for her.
Gerry stood up, cleared his throat and spoke for the whole room to hear:
- « Well, my dear friends, first I would like to say how pleasant it is for my wife and me, to reconnect with civilization, in the good town of Bree! And to celebrate this, let me honor the venerable tradition of the traveler's round! »
A round of applause greeted this encouraging opening statement.
-« I see here, in Breeland, they will not let themselves be fooled by any gossip, especially if it comes from the Shire! »
Thunderous cheers punctuated the appropriate compliment, and a few laughs appreciated the second degree. When calm returned, Marlowan Butterbur and his wife distributed the promised mugs.
-« I'm sure my return will clear up any misunderstanding about my engagement besides both my father and clan Took, to organize relief to families in need and promote trade with our excellent neighbors. »
The reaction was tepid. Many Hobbit families from Breeland were related to the Brandybucks, East of the Brandywine. The old antagonism between the Oldbuck and the Took was not forgotten. This strong speech, addressed at the adversaries of the Thain, had been understood. By contrast, the board members of Breeland's council, either Big Folk or Hobbits, applauded the commercial promises, supported by merchants and peddlers.
-« The exceptional - but excellent! - arrangements that Breeland communities have concluded, show you know how worthy are peace and order. Just like you, I will not let discord settle in the Shire, especially not in my own family! »
A widespread approval concluded these fairly conservative considerations. After all, stability in the Shire was required for any prosperity in the region. But how far was the time when this rascal "Mister Gerry" pranced on his pony with many feathers in his hat! Now he spoke as a chief, with a mature tone yet no staleness! Finally Gerry meant to give an overview of the news beyond the usual microcosm of the villagers. At the same time he associated himself with the image of a learned Hobbit, in collusion with the hidden powers of the world:
-« Finally, be assured that the dark tales of looters and "black guys" that marred the last few months are now behind us. Rangers have defeated them and we shall be able to resume and expand our business with our neighbors. Sleep in peace! »
Thereupon Avacuna and Gerry returned to their room. They had given Breeland enough to occupy the evenings for several weeks. Avacuna long inquired about the Hobbits social uses. We bet his explanations did not end that night!
Travelers resumed the road early the next morning. They could not know it yet, but it was that very day that Rangers showed they had come back around the country. That increased Gerontius' prestige very much – he was painted as the companion of wizards and rangers, leaving one morning to eradicate highwaymen and coming back with a beautiful lass on his arm. And his speech was high, honest and prophetic. But for the time Gerry was eager to return home. The prospect of a parade of his former conquest's fathers before the Thain had rather worried him. Under a leaden sky, the company hurried their pace along a beautiful paved road, lined with old trees, and reached the crossbows bridge in the evening. They stayed at the Inn of the bridge, where they found an unusual excitement.
Clan leaders had animated the scene since old Fortimbras had been shaken by the mysterious disappearance of his son and the defamation orchestrated by a few families. Gerry sensed better now the difficulties his father must have felt. But he was confirmed by the assistance, some bewildered by his presence, the other with a shocking disappointment, that he was presumed dead. A trial was even open at Great Smials to meet many complaints!
The travelers hardly had time to enjoy the scenery of the Shire. A Took from Tookbank who rested at the Bridge Inn that morning, lent them a pony so that they might rally Tuckborough as soon as possible. Yet Avacuna appreciated the gentle hills and the meandering Water, the charming and laborious development of the land, the miniature gardens that reminded her of her hidden valley.
The couple arrived at the gates of Tuckborough in the evening. The villagers gathered in the street as the rumor of a great event spread like rats during harvest. Some cheers from his friends and relatives rang out, but also some pretty nimble jokes on the theme of the eternal seducer. Gerry therefore immediately decided to send a message. He pushed up to the village square, where they dismounted and climbed on the wide edge of the wash. Gerry's size and incisive tone were appreciated, but it was his clothes, mixing Elvish parts and patched Hobbits belongings, that struck all who knew him as an inveterate dandy.
-« Dear friends, most beloved family, I am very pleased to announce my return among you and to introduce my wife Adamanta to you. »
Avacuna made a very gracious and modest little bow. After a moment of stunned and incredulous silence, Gerry's older direct cousins launched cheers, draging the village along with them. It is true that some girls, distant cousins, lost their last illusions, but their tears were taken for demonstrations of joy. Avacuna managed to say a few words in the midst of an excited crowd:
-« My full name is Adamanta Chubb, wife of Gerontius Took. I am deeply moved by the warm welcome you have given to our impromptu visit. And I hope we can repeat here, the celebration and ceremony that were held in the East, in my distant country. »
This enigmatic statement did not clear much the exact family and geographic origin of the bride - yet Hobbits are very fussy about these topics - but it clearly implied there would be a great festive meeting with ample food and drink. This announcement, quite spontaneous, was somehow reckless because Fortimbras was very jealous of his finances, but still rather witty since it immediately evoked the prospect of a restored unit around an event Gerry was responsible for. Avacuna sent her kid among the sheep that were watching the scene too, with less emotion than Hobbits though. Some cousins took care of the pony, and the couple entered the ancestral home by the great gate of the Boroughs.
The Thain was sitting with his wife at the master's end of the family table, of somehow thirty guests. The newcomers slowly advanced with a timid look while the audience had been silent upon their entering. The two favorite hounds of the householder came growling. Avacuna made a simple little sign with her finger that forced them to sit quietly, allowed only to move their nose or tail. The Thain was furious at such a betrayal on the part of animals he fed with his own hand, and he only was usually able to get close. At a glance, the old but solid Hobbit prohibited any attempt of effusion to diners who would rush to welcome Gerry. Yet Fortimbras trembled with some emotion when his son ascended the table, a ravishing Hobbit-lass on his arm, smiling at his family. Finally, the young giant stood before him. With a slightly quavering voice, the Thain looked at Gerry and said grumpily:
-« What happened to the golden buttons of your jacket?
- They served as ransom to redeem my life, in the wars where you sent me to fight along with our protectors. »
The confrontation was short. In one sentence, Gerry had recalled that his departure was not his decision, he had made up his mind and taken advantage of it, despite the danger that the Thain had not been able to anticipate. To be honest, that was not entirely accurate – the buttons had finished in the nest of an Eaglet, whose politeness would now benefit from the presence of his father. But the effect was found - a moment the Thain seemed taken aback:
-« So you are well? Where is Gandalf?
- I am all right, yet my clothes have suffered considerably during my adventures. As for Gandalf, he had to rush off to try to save Thràin, the King of Dùrin's Folk. But I have not come back alone... »
The mature Hobbit-women leaned to see better. To tell the truth the whole table had eyes only for Avacuna, who stood modest, dogs at her feet, just out of the glow of the candlesticks hanging at the ceiling. Now she looked like a young Hobbit-girl, not yet rounded but already solid. At Gerry's prompt, she stepped into the light.
-« May I present you Adamanta Chubb, my wife! »
A young girl, who had served the family for a few years, fainted down the table. Mother Took stood in tears, but father Took intervened with force:
-« How dare you defy my authority and repeat such feats, though I entrusted you with this wizard?
- With your permission, my father, I must remind you that I did not make any promise on this subject - you accused me enough not to! I ask you to welcome Adamanta. If I had wrongs towards you in the past, it is obviously out of question my wife should be burdened with them, least by you. Our union was blessed by Master Elrond. The lady of the Dunedain gave us the grace of her consent, in memory of her husband whose squire I became and collected his last words. »
The Thain was abashed by his son's revelations and his confident tone.
- « What? Has Captain Arathorn fallen?
- It is the truth. But I met his son, a mature man who took command of the rangers. But this is perhaps not a conversation to be held on a night of return, don't you think? »
The amazed assistance hardly understood the exchange, except that strong arguments were used. Men's tribes from afar and legends seemed to have conspired to marry Gerry during his mysterious journey. The Thain was shaken for a moment, but quickly recovered his wits, and we must admit that on this occasion he showed a high perspective and a foresight worthy of a great leader:
- « You are right. We shall discuss these serious issues tomorrow, and others that affect you most directly. Your shoulders seem to have broadened somehow... this way and that… », he added with a hint of satisfaction while giving his son a friendly shove.
He got up, stepped toward Avacuna and gently took her hand, leading her to the top of the long table:
- « But for the moment, let us not spoil our joy and let the clan honor the bride! »
And that is how Avacuna - Adamanta Chubb should I say - was greeted with ceremony by the powerful clan Took. The table was not as loud or as large as before, because dissident cousins had deserted it for a time. It was still a good company who took the young couple in a medley of dances and impromptu feast.
But do not imagine they were in for an easy party, for between laughter and affection tokens, they had to serve again and again the story of a latecomer clan, of which Adamanta was the last girl of marriageable age. Indeed the Thain suspected there was something fishy in all this, and promised to see more clearly when he could have a word with "the gray wizard," but for the moment he savored the unsullied joy of the return of a son he began to believe lost, and the premise of a responsible behavior on his part.
Thus he set the tone and had in his best barrel open. Gerry, who fluttered from one person to another, saw his companion gently caught by the band of young people. Dance especially and rhythmic music, seemed to please Avacuna, who was immediately seduced by Hobbit joy. At times, young children monopolized the kind attention of the newcomer, who seemed to their stunned eyes as a radiant princess wearing her elven dress.
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The next morning, Adamanta woke her very official consort at dawn, which was cool but radiant. The young Hobbit-girl wanted to enjoy her first day. For her sake, Gerry made a huge effort to get ready quickly. He did well, for his father came to wake him up by surprise but found him alert and ready, despite obviously too narrow clothes. It goes without saying that this pleasant surprise reinforced the new opinion the father had about his son.
After the first breakfast, they had a conversation "between boys", that revealed to Gerry the extent of Fortimbras's troubles. Our hero listened carefully to the presentation and the action plan concocted by his father, then he spoke with due deference. They agreed that the first step would be to the master of manor Hornblower, with whom it was essential to restore polite, if not cordial relations. Gerry insisted on taking his wife. This was hardly to the taste of Fortimbras, who hoped to regain control over his son, but our Hobbit pleaded that it was essential to erase his image of unrepentant seducer, by introducing Adamanta as widely as possible. Father Took grumbled a bit but sided with this clever opinion.
Here they are off, on foot, along the road to Longbottom, armed with Hobbits walking equipment - cudgel, leather backpack and food basket. They passed many herdsmen enjoying the beautiful day to lead their flocks in the fields. At each interview, the farmers stopped to greet the Thain, talk about the weather or to attempt some negotiation about the rent, or else they questioned Adamanta about her family, without much decency. Hence noon was close when the companions went to the welcoming guest house of Mother Plump.
A delicious smell of rabbit stew with sage preceded the pretty Hobbit smial. Gerry smiled - he was going to give a memorable performance that would serve the interests of his father. The Thain grumbled again, but the guests invited themselves into the cottage of Mother Plump. The landlady was discussing possible outcomes of the trial of the moment with her gossip whitegoose, when she saw the main protagonists enter her shop, along with a young Hobbit who seemed particularly resourceful and ready for anything.
-« Hello, Mother Plump, would you pity a traveler and his children in this cold weather? »
The gossip took advantage of a sudden burst of muteness of mother Whitegoose. She jumped to her feet, adjusted her apron over her green dress and ran to the Thain with apple-red smiling lips:
-« But what a pleasant surprise! Now if you will just come in... Here, here is a piece of clean table for the Took, his son- but is he your son, this tall and great rascal? - And...
- ... His most esteemed stepdaughter! », the Thain ended with a mischievous wink to Avacuna.
Isadora had to try three times to push out her gossip Whitegoose, who found many reasons to help the owner for the service. Once mistress in her own home, she attacked immediately with a volley of questions, but she was surprised to find quite willing victims, giving details of their journeys and illustrating with anecdotes the obscure points or events beyond the immediate understanding capacity of Mother Plump. Although this conciliatory attitude deprived her of the fighting pleasure, Isadora absorbed all of what was revealed to her.
Distant stories of dragons, struggles between dangerous goblin clans, war against the orcs, trips to the edge of wilderness have a kind of old-fashioned charm. They can even be of some interest to an informed public. But discovering the lost branch of an ancient hobbit clan, that was the kind of news that would fly all around the Shire! While the neighborhood was gathering at the window, Mother Plump was given more unverifiable news that she could ever remember. Doubtfull at first, she eventually showed convinced, not by the crowd of picturesque details, but by the knowing glances of the two lovers while they contrived these details. The cunning woman, who knew better, still allowed to observe that an official confirmation and a ceremony conducted in the Shire, would probably smooth some old disorders. The idea was caught on, and the Took came to put it into practice later.
After praising Isadora's biscuits, who seemed to have enhanced since Gandalf had put a "good word" about it, the companions resumed to the road, lined with people of Longbottom, who wanted to check the news with their own eyes. In the evening, they came to the Ford's Comitia, while the marshes mist had covered greenhouses with a gray shroud. The gate was open, but four huge dogs came to sniff them, then growled and showed their teeth at Gerry. Avacuna reassured her kid and, with a look, silenced the dogs who obeyed as on parade.
A short and stout Hobbit went forward, his hands clasped behind his back and looking stern. The greetings were as fresh as the moist air of the marshes nearby.
-« So you have not fed the swamp worms? You have tamed my dogs, like last time! But I'll be harder to coax! What do you want from me? Steal from me again? »
Frightened by this big voice and gruffy tone, the kid slipped from Avacuna's arms, and ran on the road, pursued by his mistress.
-« I came to apologize and surrender your belonging. I accepted this gift much too lightly and I regret it... », bowed Gerry.
Our Hobbit still advanced, extending his right hand, which glowed with a pale luminescence. As he presented the ring to its rightful owner, Grumbler, the leader of the pack, jumped on him while trying to snap the outstretched hand. No doubt the animal, feeling the wrath of his master, and the fear of Gerry, believed that master Hornblower was assaulted.
Gerry swiftly withdrew his hand. The mastiff closed his frightening teeth on the ring, which disappeared in a horrible swallowing noise! Grumbler was severely lectured. A thief's hand would not to be missed much, thought Master Hornblower, but a dog - his best warden - which attacks the host without command of his master, must be corrected. Then he turned angry at our trembling Hobbit:
-« And now? How do you intend to surrender my leaf-cutter to me?
- I have entrusted it to your best keeper! »
The discussion would have certainly gone wrong if Adamanta had not interfered:
-« Come on, Gentlemen! Will you finally behave like courteous people before a bride? »
Without allowing father Hornblower some time to recover his minds, she picked a leaf along the route, flat, thick and somewhat shriveled.
-« Come on, Grumbler, be nice and roll over! Vert well, good dog, eat this, this is for your own good... Eat, Grumbler! »
To the dismay of its master, the mastiff swallowed the whole sheet, wagging its tail at Avacuna. But soon the poor animal was shivering with quite impressive spasms.
-« What did you give him, you miserable?
- A small purgative! Absolutely harmless... »
After a few moments Grumbler had some powerful vomitting, that poured the contents of its stomach on the pavement. Half a dozen small objects shone in the bile. Master Hornblower exclaimed:
-« Here is my leaf-cutter, and more... Priscilla's earrings, and Mother Hornblower's rings! So here is the burglar who had retracted all my wealth... »
He retrieved his treasures without a great deal of fuss, thanking Adamanta for her care, that no doubt had cured his pack leader of severe intestinal problems. The poor animal was still shaking after its violent and involuntary effort while Avacuna pampered it.
That evening the Thain, his son and his daughter-in-law were invited at mansion Hornblower. If seniors spoke bitterly of political strategy, young people first did not find much to say to each other. Apart from having been abandoned, Priscilla was outraged to receive her farewell letter from the jaw of a mastiff. She had pondered her rage during the spring and spent her summer to prove herself she was not really fond of the urchin. As it seemed at the end of fall she had finally succeeded, resentment had subsided naturally. The young Hobbit-girl still meant to punish somehow her former suitor and shared some girl's secrets with neighboring Avacuna, who asked for others. Gerry was finally the subject of their conversation, as the two girls finally got along very well, giggling together between two revelations in a low voice.
But his newly acquired wisdom endured that time of shame, so quickly passed, especially as his beloved sometimes slipped tender glances for him. So he interfered cautiously in the seniors discussions and was consulted, as a traveler, about the rumors relating the villainies perpetrated by black riders, East of the Brandywine. The extent of his knowledge and the sagacity of his views were welcome, so he was asked an account of his adventures. Our Hobbit complied willingly, realizing he would have to put this in writing now that he was capable of, lest his arrangements with truth would suffer from revealing variations.
At the end of the story, father Hornblower looked a little bewildered and seemed to wonder how Gerry could benefit in the end. « What is venturing away from home good for? » Seemed to say his insightful and scowl face, as he pulled on his new pipe of wood and metal. Then only Gerry realized how he missed Gandalf -without doubt he would have been able to make sense out of all this absurd adventure. Our Hobbit remembered the wizard evaluating the expedition with his acerbic look, before involving. Basically this sad escapade had been a dream. He finished thoughtfully:
- «... I followed the dream of two Kings, two visionaries longing for greatness, but mere mortals who tried to impose justice in the chaos of the northern mountains. But these mortals, driven by arrogance and hubris, have brought their own disorder and paid it with their lives. It is very unfair because these shared dreams had improved those who had followed these Kings, and almost all are dead now, for they had believed in them. I was lucky to get away alive, and yet it took me all Adamanta's help, I found by sheer chance. Yet in my own way I too nearly fell into the illusion of a false grandeur. My own luck seems to me almost stolen... »
His words almost ended in a sigh. But the strong pragmatic courage of his father came to his aid:
- « Do not worry, my son. You should not blame yourself for being luckier than your companions. Though your wishes may be fulfilled, you now have the opportunity and the duty to pay this debt, by restoring order in your own home! »
1 Translation from the spanish "No siempre lo peor es cierto", a comedy written by Pedro Calderón de la Barca
2 The prince od the Halflings, Grand-Mother!
3 No doubt Gerry means Arathorn orders him to surrender the jewel to whoever has a right to it, in order to mend his wrongdoings.
4 And this promise will be fulfilled. But this is another story, that maybe you will be told some day…
5 Which means: "To teach how to reason a sound way."