Vila woke us all this morning with the news that Lira has gone missing! Elena and I began a search, and soon we found her footprints, leading away into the woods. About a quarter of a mile of, they became jumbled, as if a slight scuffle had gone on there. I noticed that the grass was all flattened, as if someone had lain there, and then more tracks led away. The alarming thing was, is that these tracks were none other than the unidentifiable ones we had uncovered a few miles back, near Samdo's pot. Along with the tracks, were marks, as if something - or someone - had been dragged along. My guess is that Lira walked off, was knocked unconcious by, whatever it is, and then dragged off.
Why, is the question we are all asking. Elena and I examined the unfamiliar tracks closly, and we now believe them to be those of a dwarf. Elanor and Samdo wondered why a dwarf would kidnap Lira, are not dwarves friendly? I had to remind them, that not all dwarves are friendly, especially to elves. Though Gimli overcame is great dislike of us, not all have.
Why her though? And why now? Perhaps, the dwarf was walking towards our camp, to steal some more soup (we set out another bowl) heard Lira and was afraid she would discover him, and so he took her. I am very worried for her fate; I beg the Valar may watch over her.
Oh, where are Elladan and Elrohir?
Friday, May 30, 2008
Lira..... Missing?
Oh dear, it appears that this isn't as trivial a journey as we had thought! This morning when I went to wake up my sister, she was gone and her place was empty. I cannot think what would have happened to her, for I heard nothing all night long. I already miss her laughter and antics......
Vilasvealqua~15.5 miles
Vilasvealqua~15.5 miles
What a beautiful night it is! The stars glimmer in the distant, nearly black sky, not concealed by even a hint of a cloud. It is silent except for the rustling noises of night animals, the sighing of the wind blowing gently through the trees, rustling their leaves quietly. And, of course, the distant snoring of Samdo, which was the reason why I slipped away from our camp in the middle of the night. I can still hear him, so I think I will go a little farther, so I can enjoy the cool night air without being disturbed by a noisy hobbit! (No offence to you, Samdo.)
It is quieter here. I am not quite sure how far away I am from our camp now, I was not paying attention to the distance. Not too far, I think. I hope Vila will not come searching for me, but I can hear something moving in the trees nearby, and I think it is probably her.
But wait — Vila does not smell like that!
It is quieter here. I am not quite sure how far away I am from our camp now, I was not paying attention to the distance. Not too far, I think. I hope Vila will not come searching for me, but I can hear something moving in the trees nearby, and I think it is probably her.
But wait — Vila does not smell like that!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Along the river...
Well, we were fortunate enough today to come across Master Samdo's cooking pot. No sign of the stew, except for a dried carrot still sticking on the bottom. The indignant hobbit immediatly went to work scrubbing it. Meanwhile the rest of us scoured the surrounding area for any sign of the thief. About a stone's throw from the pot, Lady Rosriel and I found some more of those strange footprints. Definetely not from our party. There is a bit of a foul order to it, though I'm not certain that it is evil. Just unwashed.
Which, of course, eliminates Elladan and Elrohir from having any part in the theft. They are not the cleanlinest of elves (as Legolas is), but still, they are Elves. One would never find that particular odor near them...
The rest of us, of course, are sparkling clean after our water fight in the river the other day. The weather turned a bit cold this morning, so we were unable to repeat it, although I have overheard Vila and Lira making plans to throw me in again during the next warm spell!
Elanor meanwhile has delighted us all by uncovering a small valley of spring violets. She has begun twining them into wreaths for us all, though I doubt that she will manage to get one on Samdo...
Which, of course, eliminates Elladan and Elrohir from having any part in the theft. They are not the cleanlinest of elves (as Legolas is), but still, they are Elves. One would never find that particular odor near them...
The rest of us, of course, are sparkling clean after our water fight in the river the other day. The weather turned a bit cold this morning, so we were unable to repeat it, although I have overheard Vila and Lira making plans to throw me in again during the next warm spell!
Elanor meanwhile has delighted us all by uncovering a small valley of spring violets. She has begun twining them into wreaths for us all, though I doubt that she will manage to get one on Samdo...
~Elenatintil, 8.25 miles
Monday, May 26, 2008
The Ford of Bruinen
Then the leader, who was now half across the Ford, stood up menancing in his stirrups, and raised up his hand. Frodo was stricken dumb...
The elf-horse reared and snorted.
The foremost of the black horses had almost set foot upon the shore.
At that moment, there came a roaring and a rushing: a noise of loud waters rolling many stones. Dimly Frodo saw the river below him rise, and down along its course there came a plumed cavalry of waves. White flames seemed to Frodo to flicker on their crests and he half fancied that he saw amid the water white riders upon thier horses with frothing manes. The three Riders that were still in the midst of the Ford were overwhelmed: they disappeared, buried suddenly under angry foam. Those that were behind drew back in dismay....
The black horses were filled with madness, and leaping forward in terror they bore their riders into the rushing flood....
Then Frodo felt himself falling, and the roaring and confusion seemed to rise and engulf him together with his enemiers. He heard and saw no more.
As we sit near the banks of the ford, I recall the passages from the Red Book of Westmarch, describing what happened here when Frodo reached it, pursued by the fearsome Nazgul. How thankful I am that we do not have them riding hard after us! We do have something following us, but what I do not know. Sometimes, I would rather have a Nazgul behind me and know what it was, then an unkown creature. I rest easier knowing that Elladan and Elrohir are not far behind as well. But what if they should become too far behind?
Such thoughts, though, are depressing on such a lovely May afternoon! There are birds singing gaily in the trees, and I have seen many small animals running happily about. It is so peaceful and refreshing to sit here beside the banks of the river, and listen to it murmering gently by. It is very gentle today, compared to when Frodo and his companions passed by!
Samdo and Elanor have started a splashing game in the shallows. Vila and Lira have joined them. The water looks so cool and inviting... I believe I shall go join them!
Namarie!
~ Lady Rosriel*, 8 miles
There are worse things then sounds in the dark...
Such as a missing pot of stew! Would you imagine, someone , or something, as gone and run off with that pot of stew I made last night. I finished it late so we'd have something warm to eat this morning (they have been a bit chilly) left it over a low fire to cook all night, and I wake up before the crack of dawn and it's gone! I woke up Miss Vila, who had been on watch, but appearently fallen asleep, and she said when she was awake, she hadn't heard or seen anything. Which was why she fell asleep.
Miss Elena chose this morning to tell us that a few days back she'd seen some queer sorts of footprints, and I'm thinking that they were the ones that stole the soup. We checked our packs, and nothin' else was gone, so least they just must have been hungery. It gives me a turn though, because if they were hungery and friendly, why didn't they show themselves? And if they weren't friendly.... why are we all still alive? Miss Elanor though thinks it might have been Elladan and Elrohir, who took the soup, but shouldn't they have brought their own?
This is a mighty queer turn of events and that's no mistake!
We're now at the Ford of Bruinen, where Frodo made his stand against the Ringwraiths. It also is the edge of Rivendell.
---Master Samdo, 8 miles
Miss Elena chose this morning to tell us that a few days back she'd seen some queer sorts of footprints, and I'm thinking that they were the ones that stole the soup. We checked our packs, and nothin' else was gone, so least they just must have been hungery. It gives me a turn though, because if they were hungery and friendly, why didn't they show themselves? And if they weren't friendly.... why are we all still alive? Miss Elanor though thinks it might have been Elladan and Elrohir, who took the soup, but shouldn't they have brought their own?
This is a mighty queer turn of events and that's no mistake!
We're now at the Ford of Bruinen, where Frodo made his stand against the Ringwraiths. It also is the edge of Rivendell.
---Master Samdo, 8 miles
Friday, May 23, 2008
Noise in the Night
Ah, do not be so quick to wish for danger, Lira! As a matter of fact, it may be closer than we think.
A bit uneasy by Elladan and Elrohir's decision to "shadow" us, I chose to do some scouting last night after the rest of you had fallen asleep. My hope was that I would either find them and hear from their own lips why they are here, or else discover what danger might have fled to these deserted and unpatrolled lands.
My first hope remained elusive. The Elven twins have spent too many years in the company of the Dunedain to be discovered by a still-learning ranger (as I am). However, I did discover fresh tracks to the east of our camp that belong to neither elf nor man. (Nor, for that matter, to hobbits). It was too dark and too risky for me to follow the tracks alone. We shall merely have to post a nightly watch and be on our guard.
Now I shall go and partake of the tantalizing breakfast Elanor and Samdo have made. When they stop arguing over who has the original Sam Gamgee recipe, they do manage to collaborate on the most delicious dishes.
A bit uneasy by Elladan and Elrohir's decision to "shadow" us, I chose to do some scouting last night after the rest of you had fallen asleep. My hope was that I would either find them and hear from their own lips why they are here, or else discover what danger might have fled to these deserted and unpatrolled lands.
My first hope remained elusive. The Elven twins have spent too many years in the company of the Dunedain to be discovered by a still-learning ranger (as I am). However, I did discover fresh tracks to the east of our camp that belong to neither elf nor man. (Nor, for that matter, to hobbits). It was too dark and too risky for me to follow the tracks alone. We shall merely have to post a nightly watch and be on our guard.
Now I shall go and partake of the tantalizing breakfast Elanor and Samdo have made. When they stop arguing over who has the original Sam Gamgee recipe, they do manage to collaborate on the most delicious dishes.
~Elenatintil, 3.6 miles
Introducing Lirasvelindo
Vandë omentaina! (Well met!)
My sister has already introduced us, so I need not, except to add a few details she forgot. I am the younger; I was born a decade after my sister. We are both maids to Queen Arwen, and it was she who told us of the Fellowship being formed who planned to follow the paths of the original Nine. She had heard of it from her brothers, Elorohir and Elladan, and she encouraged us to go on it together. Because of the distance from Minas Tirith, you had already set off when we reached Rivendell. And so, though we have been following your trail for a few days, we have only caught up with you now, on the third day out of Rivendell. Our journey, as of yet, has been quite uneventful, almost enough to make one wish for a few orcs!
Namárië!
~ Lirasvelindo (she sings like a bird)
11 miles
My sister has already introduced us, so I need not, except to add a few details she forgot. I am the younger; I was born a decade after my sister. We are both maids to Queen Arwen, and it was she who told us of the Fellowship being formed who planned to follow the paths of the original Nine. She had heard of it from her brothers, Elorohir and Elladan, and she encouraged us to go on it together. Because of the distance from Minas Tirith, you had already set off when we reached Rivendell. And so, though we have been following your trail for a few days, we have only caught up with you now, on the third day out of Rivendell. Our journey, as of yet, has been quite uneventful, almost enough to make one wish for a few orcs!
Namárië!
~ Lirasvelindo (she sings like a bird)
11 miles
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Introducing Vilasvealqua
Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo!
My sister and I are Sindar Elves from Ithilien, where we have dwelt ever since Legolas brought some of his kin, us included, from Mirkwood. I was born only a few score years before the War of the Ring, so I am still considered young in the eyes of my family. We have met Legolas and Gimli the Dwarf quite a few times; as they are often in Ithilien. We saw Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Gandalf only once, at the wedding of King Elessar and Queen Evenstar, but we met Pippin a few times when he came back to visit the king. My sister will no doubt relate to you how we came to know of this Fellowship. I look forward to walking on the trail of the original Fellowship with you!
Namárië!
My sister and I are Sindar Elves from Ithilien, where we have dwelt ever since Legolas brought some of his kin, us included, from Mirkwood. I was born only a few score years before the War of the Ring, so I am still considered young in the eyes of my family. We have met Legolas and Gimli the Dwarf quite a few times; as they are often in Ithilien. We saw Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Gandalf only once, at the wedding of King Elessar and Queen Evenstar, but we met Pippin a few times when he came back to visit the king. My sister will no doubt relate to you how we came to know of this Fellowship. I look forward to walking on the trail of the original Fellowship with you!
Namárië!
~Vilasvealqua (she flies like a swan) - 3.5 miles
Out into the wild....
That dear Samdo! It is really quite funny to watch him 'tripping' along. I am afraid we all laughed at him quite a bit; Elena laughed the most, I am afraid, and now I have heard murmured threats about her falling down a well! I agree with Elanor, that must be the reason Elladan and Elrohir are trailing us. They don't trust our safety to a hobbit.
Poor Samdo was really very embarrassed, I am afraid. I am ashamed now for laughing at him so much. Elanor did not think it at all funny. The dear even offered to hem up his cloak for him! I do think Samdo really likes her. They would make a good match, but as I do not know either of their feelings, I shall say no more for the present.
The meal Samdo made the other night was excellent! He is quite a cook. Alas for him, he has not won me over to beer. Mushrooms though, are not as bad, though they do take getting used to. He and Elanor both were quite horrified to find I had never eaten a mushroom before!
Another day of walking!
~ Rosriel* 3 miles
Poor Samdo was really very embarrassed, I am afraid. I am ashamed now for laughing at him so much. Elanor did not think it at all funny. The dear even offered to hem up his cloak for him! I do think Samdo really likes her. They would make a good match, but as I do not know either of their feelings, I shall say no more for the present.
The meal Samdo made the other night was excellent! He is quite a cook. Alas for him, he has not won me over to beer. Mushrooms though, are not as bad, though they do take getting used to. He and Elanor both were quite horrified to find I had never eaten a mushroom before!
Another day of walking!
~ Rosriel* 3 miles
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Our first day tripping (literally! Yes I mean you Samdo) across the Moors
As Elena said, our first day was rather uneventful. The moors are so beautiful, especially in the moonlight, and I am not the least bit scared of the dark, I was afraid I would be. I hope that tonight one of the others will tell a tale, my main task is hemming poor Samdo's cloak! The poor boy kept falling!
Elena has alerted us to the fact that she suspects that Elladan or Elrohir have been following us, she thinks they felt left out, I feel that they in some way were afraid for our well being, maybe they heard of the prediction that Elena would fall down a well!
~Elanor -3 miles
On the moors
Our first day has been fairly uneventful...except for Samdo regularily stumbling over his cloak. I think one of us fair maidens ought to take pity on him and hem it...
We are out on the moors now, and there has been very little to see. The grass runs away from us in every direction and in the distance Lady Rosriel claims that she (with her elven eyes) can see the Misty Mountains. I fear it will be several miles ere my own eyes will glimpse them.
I can, however, put my ears to good use on the ground. I have a strong suspicion that Elladan or Elrohir- or both, are shadowing us. Why, I cannot tell, though I think they may have felt slighted to be excluded from our excursion.
At any rate, I must be done writing now, as we are beginning to clean up our supper.
~Elenatintil, 2.3 miles
Monday, May 19, 2008
Charting our course
Since my cousin has chronicled our start, I will take the more difficult task of laying out our schedule.
As the ranger of this expedition, I have taken charge of the maps. Last night before leaving Rivendell, I charted our course for the next 27 days. Our pace is much more leisurely than that of the original Fellowship- we shall be taking four weeks to cover what they did in 48 hours!
But take heart friends. We are here for friendship and adventure- not flying from danger into the dark! Our pace will start slow, but pick up as we grow stronger.
At the end of today (May 19th) we will be out of the Rivendell Vallen and onto the Moors.
On Sunday, May 25th, we should be at the Ford of Bruinen.
On Thursday, June 5th we will pass through a steepsided canyon.
On Monday, June 9th we will enter a rough and barren country- though I hear that since the passing of the Shadow it has become a more pleasant and friendly place to travel.
On Friday, June 13th we will cut across a small stream, which may prove a welcome rest for our feet. (Despite the supposed unluckiness of the date).
And on Sunday, June 15th, we will have walked 28 miles and completed our first month of this adventure!
I will post this schedule on the side of this page. I have also set up a place for us each to keep track of our individual miles- since I assume that though we will all be averging 1 mile per day, we will actually be completing those miles in a slightly differant fashion. To keep track of this, simply include your current "mileage" by your name at the bottom of your post and I will put it in the sidebar for you. For actually writing our posts, I think we should each write according to the "location" of the Fellowship, regardless of where our personal miles might be.
As the ranger of this expedition, I have taken charge of the maps. Last night before leaving Rivendell, I charted our course for the next 27 days. Our pace is much more leisurely than that of the original Fellowship- we shall be taking four weeks to cover what they did in 48 hours!
But take heart friends. We are here for friendship and adventure- not flying from danger into the dark! Our pace will start slow, but pick up as we grow stronger.
At the end of today (May 19th) we will be out of the Rivendell Vallen and onto the Moors.
On Sunday, May 25th, we should be at the Ford of Bruinen.
On Thursday, June 5th we will pass through a steepsided canyon.
On Monday, June 9th we will enter a rough and barren country- though I hear that since the passing of the Shadow it has become a more pleasant and friendly place to travel.
On Friday, June 13th we will cut across a small stream, which may prove a welcome rest for our feet. (Despite the supposed unluckiness of the date).
And on Sunday, June 15th, we will have walked 28 miles and completed our first month of this adventure!
I will post this schedule on the side of this page. I have also set up a place for us each to keep track of our individual miles- since I assume that though we will all be averging 1 mile per day, we will actually be completing those miles in a slightly differant fashion. To keep track of this, simply include your current "mileage" by your name at the bottom of your post and I will put it in the sidebar for you. For actually writing our posts, I think we should each write according to the "location" of the Fellowship, regardless of where our personal miles might be.
~Elenatintil, 0 miles
Rivendell Behind = Many Long Miles Ahead
We're off! Isn't this exciting? Finally, after days of wandering around Rivendell - not that it wasn't interesting - we are finally gone! Following the path of the Fellowship of the Ring! I surprised the group this morning by producing my Grandfather Pippin's cloak, the one given to him by Lady Galadriel, and Uncle Frodo's sword Sting! He kept it until he left Middle-Earth, but then gave it back to Grandpa Sam, who in turn gave it to me before he left. I do believe the Ladys all thought I was one - or both - of my grandfathers. Though I must say, I am not big enough for both. Grandfather Pippin and Great-Uncle Merry are both in Godor currently, visiting King Elessar. I hope they are still there when we arrive, so I can show Grandfather that I still have his cape.
The feast last night was excellent, though a bit lacking in the beer department. Elves just don't drink beer like hobbits do, I suppose. No pipes either. Good thing I packed plenty of pipe-weed before I left the Shire!
Did you know, Lady Rosriel told me that she had been around during the War of the Ring? She really gave me a start when she said she remembered old Bilbo and the Dwarves stopping in Mirkwood on their way to the firey mountain. That was 148 years ago! I about fell over when she said she was still young, because she was not yet 260. I had forgotten that elves live to be that old.
Well, time to get dinner. I had planned on making a proper hobbit dinner - complete with beer! - for tonight, so I best get started.
The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began...
The feast last night was excellent, though a bit lacking in the beer department. Elves just don't drink beer like hobbits do, I suppose. No pipes either. Good thing I packed plenty of pipe-weed before I left the Shire!
Did you know, Lady Rosriel told me that she had been around during the War of the Ring? She really gave me a start when she said she remembered old Bilbo and the Dwarves stopping in Mirkwood on their way to the firey mountain. That was 148 years ago! I about fell over when she said she was still young, because she was not yet 260. I had forgotten that elves live to be that old.
Well, time to get dinner. I had planned on making a proper hobbit dinner - complete with beer! - for tonight, so I best get started.
The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began...
---Master Samdo
The Fellowship Goes South
It was a beautiful day for our leave-taking of Rivendell. After a wonderful feast last night, kindly given to us by Lords Elladan and Elrohir, we packed our things for our journey. This morning we set off! My heart is singing with joy and anticipation. Long have I dreamed of following in the footsteps of the nobel Fellowship.
In my mind, and oft times aloud, I repeat the stories that I have read and the ones I have heard first hand, for I have met most members of the Fellowship, King Elessar, then known as Aragorn or Strider, my kins-man Legolas, his friend Gimli, Frodo the Ringbearer, Samwise the Brave, Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. I do not often leave the woods of Greenleaves, and had not traveled to Gondor before the wedding of King Elessar and Lady Arwen, so that is how I never came to meet the Lord Boromir.
Samdo had a surprise for us when he came down this morning. At first glimps, I thought it was one of the hobbits come back! Whether it was Samwise or Pippin I had not yet decided, before he shattered the illusion by bursting into laughter and rolling on the ground. The imp was wearing an long green cape, one as if from Lothlorien, fastened at the neck with a leaf broach. At his side, he bore a sword that I was sure I had seen before. When he had stopped laughing, he told us that the cloak was the very one his grandfater Pippin had recieved from the Lady of the Golden Wood, Galadriel. The sword was none other than Sting, Frodo's sword! He had been given it by Samwise before the latter sailed across the seas. Elenatintil, Elanor and I promtly began pounding him to see if he had the coat of mithril as well, but he confessed he did not know where it was. The journey shall be interesting indeed with that one along!
Namarie!
~ Lady Rosriel
Saturday, May 17, 2008
The journey shall begin...
...on Monday.
So, my friends, prepare to back your bags and walking sticks, and to attend the farewell fest that Elladan and Elrohir shall be giving us on Sunday evening.
Then, on Monday, begin counting your miles as we make our way to Lothlorian. Our goal shall be at least 7 miles a week, with the hope that eventually we shall be able to go a great deal further than that.
So, my friends, prepare to back your bags and walking sticks, and to attend the farewell fest that Elladan and Elrohir shall be giving us on Sunday evening.
Then, on Monday, begin counting your miles as we make our way to Lothlorian. Our goal shall be at least 7 miles a week, with the hope that eventually we shall be able to go a great deal further than that.
-Lady Elenatintil
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Inroducing Master Samwise Took of Great Smials
Greetings to you all! May I introduce myself as Master Samwise Took. If you must know, my full name is Samwise Meriadoc Peregrin Frodo Gandalf Took. I am the son of Strider (Elessar) Took, son of Peregrin Took and Daisy Gamgee, daughter of Samwise Gamgee. I have my mother to thank for my name. Samwise is fine, but Gandalf? Mostly, I go by Samdo, which is just fine. My father always laughs when he hears my many names, saying that mother has always been one for names and history. He says she would have named me after all the members of the Fellowship, but he stopped her saying that being named after that many heros was more then one hobbit could bear!
Needless to say, I have much to live up to! In other words, I am expected to be brave, daring, very tall, and have great adventures. Luckily, I am brave, daring -I am a Took! - but tall I am not. That's the Gamgee side coming out in me, I suppose. My mother claims occaisonally that you'd never know I was a Gamgee, for the way I run around pulling pranks, having wild adventures on the river and the like. But my father claims I am very much a Gamgee at times, solid, dependable and hardy. The best of both worlds, eh?
As for having great adventures, so far I have done nothing remarkable. I grew up hearing tales of the Fellowship, and of the War of the Ring from grandfathers Samwise and Pippin, and from Uncle Merry (who is actually my 2nd cousin once removed - I think.) Mother and Father both say that their stories are the only things in the world that can make me sit still for more than half an hour. I could sit for days and days listening to the remarkable things they did! It fills me with pride to be related to such wonderful and valiant hobbits; I leave the fireside filled with a burning desire to follow in their footsteps.
Which brings me to the presant. I have received an invitation from the Lady Elenatintil, whom I hear is kinswomen to King Elessar, to join her and a fellowship of others in travelling from Rivendell to Lorien in the footsteps of the Fellowship! I gained permission from both my parents to go, and set off on March 25th for Rivendell. (Prophetic date, don't you think?) I took my time in getting here, but now that I am, half of me feels as if I never shall leave again. The other half wishes to begin the journey right away. I wonder if that is how the hobbits felt? Of course though, they had the element of fear in them, as they were setting out to destroy the ring. I am glad that task was not left to me!
I have met the Lady Elenatintil, the Lady Rosriel and Miss Elanor Brandybuck, who is my 2nd cousin twice removed? Or mayhaps she is my third cousin. At any rate, I am related to her. It will be nice to have another hobbit along. A very pretty one too...
Well, I shall leave you all now. My father always said I was one for going on and on and never stopping.
Garo arad vaer! Have a good day!
Needless to say, I have much to live up to! In other words, I am expected to be brave, daring, very tall, and have great adventures. Luckily, I am brave, daring -I am a Took! - but tall I am not. That's the Gamgee side coming out in me, I suppose. My mother claims occaisonally that you'd never know I was a Gamgee, for the way I run around pulling pranks, having wild adventures on the river and the like. But my father claims I am very much a Gamgee at times, solid, dependable and hardy. The best of both worlds, eh?
As for having great adventures, so far I have done nothing remarkable. I grew up hearing tales of the Fellowship, and of the War of the Ring from grandfathers Samwise and Pippin, and from Uncle Merry (who is actually my 2nd cousin once removed - I think.) Mother and Father both say that their stories are the only things in the world that can make me sit still for more than half an hour. I could sit for days and days listening to the remarkable things they did! It fills me with pride to be related to such wonderful and valiant hobbits; I leave the fireside filled with a burning desire to follow in their footsteps.
Which brings me to the presant. I have received an invitation from the Lady Elenatintil, whom I hear is kinswomen to King Elessar, to join her and a fellowship of others in travelling from Rivendell to Lorien in the footsteps of the Fellowship! I gained permission from both my parents to go, and set off on March 25th for Rivendell. (Prophetic date, don't you think?) I took my time in getting here, but now that I am, half of me feels as if I never shall leave again. The other half wishes to begin the journey right away. I wonder if that is how the hobbits felt? Of course though, they had the element of fear in them, as they were setting out to destroy the ring. I am glad that task was not left to me!
I have met the Lady Elenatintil, the Lady Rosriel and Miss Elanor Brandybuck, who is my 2nd cousin twice removed? Or mayhaps she is my third cousin. At any rate, I am related to her. It will be nice to have another hobbit along. A very pretty one too...
Well, I shall leave you all now. My father always said I was one for going on and on and never stopping.
Garo arad vaer! Have a good day!
Introducing Miss Elanor Bradybuck of Buckland
Le suilon fair people of this fellowship I am Elanor Brandybuck, Daughter of Frodo Brandybuck, Son of Meriadoc Brandybuck, the very same who was a member of the fellowship of the Ring.
My childhood was a happy and carefree one, consisting of summers spent in the fields and woods, and travling with my father, the master of buckland and Winters spent in Imladris learning to read and write, as well as speak Elvish. For my father grew up hearing the tales of my grandfathers travels and wished that his only daughter to be well versed in all things, so that if a need ever arose for me to make a great journey I would be ready for it. Now as I near my 20th birthday, I feel I am ready.
When I received my invitation from my friend Elenatintil to travel with this new fellowship to the woods of Lorien, I was eager to accept. Though it is not the grand journey my father wished for me, it is exactly to my liking. A trip with friends on the same path as people who have been what I want to be, honorable and happy.
As I write this my father is calling for me to come, for we are but a day's ride from Imladris.
Namárië,
Elanor Brandybuck, companion of the _________ Fellowship.
P.S. We need a name for are fellowship! What do you think it should be?
Introducing Master Fosco Hilldweller
Good day to you all! My name is Fosco Hilldweller.
I come from a little town called Willowbottom, in the East Farthing of the Shire. It's a beautiful place, sitting right where the Thistle Brook runs into the Shirebourn River. That river eventually meets the larger and well-known Brandywine, which marks the end of the Shire boundaries and the beginning of Buckland.
Of great history, I can tell none. I am a quiet sort of hobbit, who has lived a very quiet sort of life. I enjoy a good breakfast in the morning, a good cup of tea in the afternoon, and a good smoke in the evening. I love to stroll by the Thistle Brook, and watch the sun set behind the green trees of the Woody End.
My friend Porto Brandybuck of Buckland had the idea one day that we should retrace the path that our famous ancestors walked along on their journey to Rivendell. Being young, with no wives or children to depend on us, we set out almost immediately, and now find ourselves near Buckland, where a messenger from Rivendell has told us that we are expected there, where a new Fellowship is forming. They set out for Lothlorien soon, and we in the meantime will be struggling as best we may to catch up to them.
And, in the meantime, my journal of our travels can be found here.
To the other members of the Fellowship, greetings! We'll do what we can you catch up with you before you reach Lothlorien!
I come from a little town called Willowbottom, in the East Farthing of the Shire. It's a beautiful place, sitting right where the Thistle Brook runs into the Shirebourn River. That river eventually meets the larger and well-known Brandywine, which marks the end of the Shire boundaries and the beginning of Buckland.
Of great history, I can tell none. I am a quiet sort of hobbit, who has lived a very quiet sort of life. I enjoy a good breakfast in the morning, a good cup of tea in the afternoon, and a good smoke in the evening. I love to stroll by the Thistle Brook, and watch the sun set behind the green trees of the Woody End.
My friend Porto Brandybuck of Buckland had the idea one day that we should retrace the path that our famous ancestors walked along on their journey to Rivendell. Being young, with no wives or children to depend on us, we set out almost immediately, and now find ourselves near Buckland, where a messenger from Rivendell has told us that we are expected there, where a new Fellowship is forming. They set out for Lothlorien soon, and we in the meantime will be struggling as best we may to catch up to them.
And, in the meantime, my journal of our travels can be found here.
To the other members of the Fellowship, greetings! We'll do what we can you catch up with you before you reach Lothlorien!
---Fosco Hilldweller
Introducing Lady Luthien Rosriel
Mara aure! Hello! I am Lady Luthien Rosriel, of Eryn Lasgalen, the Wood of Greenleaves, formerly known as Mirkwood, daughter of Arheston and Luthien Tuilineth. In the days of Tar-Elendil, when ships from Numenor began sailing to Middle-Earth more often, my fore-father Ayaddayur came ashore in Gondor, and decided to remain in Middle-Earth. He traveled to what was then Mirkwood, where he met and married the elven maid Gornien, a kins-women of the King of Mirkwood. Thus it came that I have descent from the men of Numenor.I am young, even in the years of men, having been born shortly before the War of the Ring. So in elvish terms, I am very young indeed! Some say though, that I shall be very wise when I am older. We shall see....
I grew up hearing the tales of my mother-brother Legolas and his adventures with the Fellowship of the Ring. I had often longed to travel the trail they traveled, even to the Mountain of Doom, so when my distant cousin Lady Elenatintil invited me to travel from Rivendell in the company of a new fellowship, I excepted gladly! I do not know if we shall make it all the way to Mount Doom, but we shall be going to the Golden Wood of Lorien!
Now, I wander the wondrous valleys of Rivendell, awaiting the arrival of the other members. My heart beats fast within me, I am so eager to begin! I am reading and re-reading the copy of the Red Book of Westmarch that resides here in Imladris.
By the way, I am usually referred to as 'Rosriel'. I am only addressed as Lady Luthien Rosriel in times of ceremony.
Namarie!
~ Lady Rosriel
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Introducing Lady Elenatintil
There have been requests from the other members of the Fellowship (two of them already in Rivendell) that an introduction be posted as an example for them to follow.
I will take this chance, then, to introduce myself as Lady Elenatintil, of the descent of Numenor. My father was one of the Dunedain, friend and kinsman to Elessar, King of Gondor. Though I was born in the wild, I have been raised in the fair city of Minas Tirith. Now, however, inspired by the small folk of the Shire, I have taken it upon myself to imitate both them and my forefathers in tracing the footsteps of the Fellowship of the Ring.
I would also like to note that we have determined that any vigorous exercise carried on for 20 minutes should count as 1 mile on our road. Therefore if dancing, rather than walking, or weights rather than biking happen to be your exercise as choice- they do count towards our goal. (Biking is perhaps the only exercise in which 20 minutes would get one a further distance).
I will take this chance, then, to introduce myself as Lady Elenatintil, of the descent of Numenor. My father was one of the Dunedain, friend and kinsman to Elessar, King of Gondor. Though I was born in the wild, I have been raised in the fair city of Minas Tirith. Now, however, inspired by the small folk of the Shire, I have taken it upon myself to imitate both them and my forefathers in tracing the footsteps of the Fellowship of the Ring.
I would also like to note that we have determined that any vigorous exercise carried on for 20 minutes should count as 1 mile on our road. Therefore if dancing, rather than walking, or weights rather than biking happen to be your exercise as choice- they do count towards our goal. (Biking is perhaps the only exercise in which 20 minutes would get one a further distance).
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Welcome to Rivendell
Welcome friends, to Rivendell.
Elrond, having gone over the seas, has left this haven in the care of his sons, Elladan and Elrohir, who have generously given me permission to use it as a gathering place for the new fellowship.
This walk is based on the resources created by the lovely ladies over at the Eowyn Challange. We will be using their charts to track our progress from Imladris (Rivendell) to the woods of Lothlorian, where I believe the Lord Celeborn is waiting for us.
The other members of this challange should be joining us shortly- we are gathering over at the Fairy Tale Novel Forums (based on the lovely books by Regina Doman). They should be introducing themselves soon.
Meanwhile, feel free to follow the journey of our friend, Fosco Hilldweller over at his blog (run by Mamselle Duroc, author of the blog Romance and the Roses). I think he will be joining us occasionally.
Elrond, having gone over the seas, has left this haven in the care of his sons, Elladan and Elrohir, who have generously given me permission to use it as a gathering place for the new fellowship.
This walk is based on the resources created by the lovely ladies over at the Eowyn Challange. We will be using their charts to track our progress from Imladris (Rivendell) to the woods of Lothlorian, where I believe the Lord Celeborn is waiting for us.
The other members of this challange should be joining us shortly- we are gathering over at the Fairy Tale Novel Forums (based on the lovely books by Regina Doman). They should be introducing themselves soon.
Meanwhile, feel free to follow the journey of our friend, Fosco Hilldweller over at his blog (run by Mamselle Duroc, author of the blog Romance and the Roses). I think he will be joining us occasionally.
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