I left Samdo with.. that dwarf... and stormed off in a huff. The nerve of him! I fumed. Accusing me of capturing the dwarves and mistreating them! He is so patronizing, sarcastic.... My thoughts were interrupted by overhearing Ella asking Raewyn about Legolas.
"I heard you were distantly related to Legolas," she said. "Have you seen him lately?"
"No, sorry," Raewyn replied. "It's been a terribly long time since we saw each other."
At that moment I joined them. "Excuse me, Ella," I said. "I happened to overhear you asking about Legolas."
She turned to me, eyes bright. "Yes, I was. Do you know him? Have you seen him? How is he?"
"Yes, I know him very well. " I smiled. "He is my cousin. We are both from the Greenwood. I saw him just before I left for Rivendell, and he was doing very well."
She smiled broadly, "That is good news. I am glad to hear it." She paused, "Now that you mention you're from Greenwood, I believe I have seen you before, though we were never introduced."
I thought for a moment. "I believe you are right," I said slowly. "Yes, I now that I think of it, I do remember seeing you briefly before." I looked at her. "Yes, you must be the elf maid Legolas has mentioned on occasion. He never mentioned your name, but you fit his description of you."
Ella blushed slightly, "Um...if you wouldn't mind saying...What has Legolas said about me?"
"Well, he described you as tall, elegant and very pretty." I couldn't help but smile as she blushed an even deeper red. So... I thought.
"Did he really say that?" She asked.
"Yes, he did. He also told me that he thought you were a very sweet girl and," I paused, "Well, I do not know if he told you, so I do not know if I should say this but..." I glanced at her. "He said, he was trying to help you find your family?"
Ella had been looking down at the ground, as if afraid and eager to hear what I might say, but glanced up when I finished. "Is he?" Her face glowed.
"Yes, that is what he said." I paused. "I hope it wasn't supposed to be a surprise."
"Well," she smiled happily. "If it was, I will be sure to act very surprised when he tells me." She skipped off happily. "Thank you!" She called over her shoulder. Smiling, I shook my head. Love is in the air...
~Lady Rosriel - 37 miles
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Making Friends
I was so pleased the fellowship didn’t kick me out. As much as I would enjoy seeing Legolas again, I now have my heart set on continuing with this group on their journey…our journey. I had often wondered what things might have been like had I been allowed to accompany Frodo and the others, and now I shall get a taste of that.
I have never felt so…wanted…before. Though Elrond and others in Rivendell were always friendly, I always knew that to them I was an outsider. I didn’t belong there, but there was no place that I did belong. I’m beginning to feel that here, in this company, is where I am meant to be. It’s a good feeling.
There hasn’t been much chance for me to think about the eyes I saw, nor did I mention them to the others. I have not seen them since. I was spooked, but I believe it was more out of surprise than out of feeling threatened. There is something about the eyes that makes me think they do not belong to someone who means to harm us. Perhaps it is just another onlooker, as I was not long ago.
Tonight as the others are resting, I will try to find the creature. I am glad I brought my weapons along. If it is an unwelcome intruder, I will be rid of it, and if it is someone who would be welcomed, I will introduce him or her to the others.
I noticed one of my companions was only a couple steps’ distance from me, so I caught up to her.
“Miss Raewyn?” I said.
“Oh, Miss Ella, call me Wyn.”
“All right, Wyn. And you can call me Ella. I thought I overheard that you are a relation of Legolas…is that right? He is a good friend of mine, which is why I ask.”
I have never felt so…wanted…before. Though Elrond and others in Rivendell were always friendly, I always knew that to them I was an outsider. I didn’t belong there, but there was no place that I did belong. I’m beginning to feel that here, in this company, is where I am meant to be. It’s a good feeling.
There hasn’t been much chance for me to think about the eyes I saw, nor did I mention them to the others. I have not seen them since. I was spooked, but I believe it was more out of surprise than out of feeling threatened. There is something about the eyes that makes me think they do not belong to someone who means to harm us. Perhaps it is just another onlooker, as I was not long ago.
Tonight as the others are resting, I will try to find the creature. I am glad I brought my weapons along. If it is an unwelcome intruder, I will be rid of it, and if it is someone who would be welcomed, I will introduce him or her to the others.
I noticed one of my companions was only a couple steps’ distance from me, so I caught up to her.
“Miss Raewyn?” I said.
“Oh, Miss Ella, call me Wyn.”
“All right, Wyn. And you can call me Ella. I thought I overheard that you are a relation of Legolas…is that right? He is a good friend of mine, which is why I ask.”
~Ella Ellessanderil, 26 miles
Small Conversations
Well, it has been a few days since someone last wrote, so I’ll just mention briefly what happened after Miss Ella fell out of the tree.
Needless to say, we were all rather startled when she came crashing down on us un-expected. She jumped up right away, flushed, and apologizing for ‘dropping in’.
Elrohir stepped forward, and the elf maid’s eyes darted to him. “Ella? What are you doing here?” he asked. “I thought you were safe back in Rivendell.”
“Elrohir! Please do not be angry with me!” she begged. “Can I please come with you? Where are you going?”
Elrohir laughed. “Yes, you may come with, if it means you will stop climbing trees and falling out of them!”
So that is how we acquired our latest companion on this journey we’re all making. So, as I reckon it, there are now eight of us officially in the Fellowship: Lady Elena, Lady Rosriel, Miss Lira, Miss Vila, Elanor, Miss Ella, Miss Raewyn, and myself. Then we have five companions, Aldarion, Anarion, Elladan, Elrohir, and the dwarf Dior. Speaking of him…
As we walked along today, I recalled the soup pot and stew that had gone missing a ways back in the road. Meaning to ask our dwarf companion about it, I excused myself from Elanor’s company and strode as fast as my hobbit legs would carry me to catch up with him. He was up ahead, conversing with Lady Rosriel. When I got closer, I overheard their conversation.
“Ah! From Mirkwood are you?” I heard Dior say. “Yes, you would be one of the folk that held Thorin and company captive on their journey to the Lonely Mountain.”
She gasped. “What do you mean, ‘held them captive’?”
He laughed, sounding slightly sarcastic. “After they ‘molested’ your folk in the forest, you locked them up in a dungeon, little food and water.”
“I will have you know, dwarf,” Rosriel retorted, “that we treat our captives very civilly.”
“Ah! So you admit to captives!”
“I said captives in general! Not the dwarfs!”
“But they were captive.”
By this time, I had caught up and was walking even with them. I could see that Rosriel was getting a bit red in the face, which if you know her well enough is a sure sign she’s mad. Dior look mad as well, but when I looked closely, I could see a hint of a smile and a gleam in his eyes that told me sure enough that he was teasing her and trying to make her mad. Shaking my head, I continued listening.
“I was only 53 years old then! Hardly involved!” She exclaimed.
"53? Oh how young!" Dior said, somewhat mockingly. "I notice you say hardly. Not 'completely uninvolved."
Rosriel bristled visibly, and was on the point of replying, when I thought it was best to break in. "And so begins another friendship between an elf and a dwarf, one to rival even that of Legolas and Gimli." I commented. "Lady Rosriel, if you wouldn't mind, I had a question to ask your friend here. Why don't you walk with Aldarion? He looks lonely." She seemed only too happy to leave and did so immediately. I shook my head wearily at Dior. "You were aggravating her a purpose weren't you? I thought I heard somewheres that you came to offer friendship to the elves."
Ignoring the question, Dior laughed. "Playing the matchmaker are we? " I must have had a blank look on my face, so he asked, "There was something you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Yes I did." I replied, laying the former matter aside. "You see, there was a pot of stew I made a while back that went missing..."
--- Master Samdo, 27 milesSunday, June 15, 2008
The end of the first month
I sit down to pen this with the realization that the first month of our fellowship has already passed. We've gained far more members than I first anticipated- and have done a fairly good job of staying on course in our walking.
The general concensus of the party seems to be that for the next month we will attempt to travel 8 miles a week instead of 7. The only people who disagree with this are the males (minus Samdo) who have all gone on dozens of hard journeys and feel that we should be moving much swifter than we are.
And any rate, despite much hinting and teasing from them, I have drawn up the schedule for the next month. For those of us who are slightly behind we must hurry to catch up!
On June 23rd we should be at the 37 mile mark and will camp in a small hollow where the Fellowship spent the night
On July 1st we will reach the crest of a hill where we will finally be able to see snow capped peaks to the east
On July 12th we will reach a small stream and follow it east
and on the following day we ought to have done 59 miles and will have compleated our second month on this journey.
Many cheers to you all! Let us continue on with steadfast hearts and cheerful song!
The general concensus of the party seems to be that for the next month we will attempt to travel 8 miles a week instead of 7. The only people who disagree with this are the males (minus Samdo) who have all gone on dozens of hard journeys and feel that we should be moving much swifter than we are.
And any rate, despite much hinting and teasing from them, I have drawn up the schedule for the next month. For those of us who are slightly behind we must hurry to catch up!
On June 23rd we should be at the 37 mile mark and will camp in a small hollow where the Fellowship spent the night
On July 1st we will reach the crest of a hill where we will finally be able to see snow capped peaks to the east
On July 12th we will reach a small stream and follow it east
and on the following day we ought to have done 59 miles and will have compleated our second month on this journey.
Many cheers to you all! Let us continue on with steadfast hearts and cheerful song!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I decided to drop in...literally
From where I was, I could see there was merriment in the camp. I had the sudden urge to discover what it was about.
Stealthily, I crawled closer. When I was near enough to make out what was being said, I climbed into a tree. I could see my friends Elladan and Elrhoir but there were branches in my line of vision. I climbed down and ran to a tree that shaded the fellowship. I soon discovered I had not been the only one with this idea.
I gasped when I saw the two small eyes peering between the branches at me. I was so shocked to discover my company that I lost my grip and slipped downward...straight into the middle of the fellowship.
I groaned, both for my undesired entrance and for the pain that was starting in my back. I looked up and realized many pairs of eyes were staring down at me. I jumped to my feet, uttering an apology for my manner of introduction.
Stealthily, I crawled closer. When I was near enough to make out what was being said, I climbed into a tree. I could see my friends Elladan and Elrhoir but there were branches in my line of vision. I climbed down and ran to a tree that shaded the fellowship. I soon discovered I had not been the only one with this idea.
I gasped when I saw the two small eyes peering between the branches at me. I was so shocked to discover my company that I lost my grip and slipped downward...straight into the middle of the fellowship.
I groaned, both for my undesired entrance and for the pain that was starting in my back. I looked up and realized many pairs of eyes were staring down at me. I jumped to my feet, uttering an apology for my manner of introduction.
~Ella Ellessanderil, 24 miles
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Conversations with a Ranger
I sat down next to Anarion, who was sitting next to the fire, ignoring Vila in a quite unsisterly fashion as I did so. “Thank you for rescuing me,” I said shyly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He smiled at me. “It was my pleasure,” he assured me.After a brief pause, while I tried to think of something intelligent to say, to make up for acting so childish earlier, he said, “Have we met before? You look familiar.”I told him who I was, and he instantly burst out laughing. “I remember now,” he gasped out, while I stared, puzzled, at him. “We met, years ago. You found riding my horse quite exhilarating.” I remembered now, and my face turned bright red. Oh well, so much for acting dignified and intelligent.“I assure you, my skill with horses has improved since then,” I said quickly, still blushing. I could not imagine why I had not recognized him before, but it had been years. He was older now, and I realized he was quite handsome, something I had been to young to appreciate before. He had come to Minas Tirith for some reason, which I could not remember, and I had seen him from a distance riding his horse. It was the horse I had paid most attention to, not him, a striking bay stallion with a blaze running down its forehead, and beautiful, smooth gaits. From the instant I had seen the stallion, I had wanted to ride him, and all it took was Vila daring me to play an unspecified prank on the ranger for me to fulfill my wish. (She left it up to my imagination.) My plan was this. Vila, being the older, would follow him without him seeing, and if he showed any wish to check on his horse, she would show herself, and distract him. (By which, I knew she meant to flirt with him. Quite shocking! )In the meantime, I would steal his horse, and take it out for a ride.We carried out our plan, and at first, it seemed to be going perfectly. No one who saw me with the ranger’s horse thought I was doing something I should not have been—fortunately, no one who would have known what I was up to instantly saw me—and so the first part of my plan was successful.It was only when I had “escaped” safely with the horse, and tried to ride it at anything faster then a walk that I begin to have problems. For one thing, I knew very little about horses, and therefore, once I asked the horse to go faster, he broke into a wild gallop. That was, at first, exciting and exhilarating, but then, when I had no idea how to slow him down, my idea suddenly seemed not so good.Meanwhile, as Vila later told me, her part had so far been successful, until our mother saw her flirting with a ranger, and, shocked, dragged her away. Then the ranger remembered what he had been going to do, and found his horse gone, and some fool told him that a young elf-maiden had been lingering around the horse’s stall (I had been waiting for him to leave, actually, and petting the horse) and told him who I was. He went to see our mother, who, knowing me very well, told him where I most likely would have gone, and went to find Vila to see what part she had in this infamous deed. Vila, however, had most fortunately climbed out a window and gone to warn me, so she was not found. The ranger, however, had hurriedly followed my mother’s advice, and arrived just in time to witness his horse stopping dead in his tracks at the sigh of his master, and rearing. Quite stunned at the sudden sight of the ranger, who had arrived ahead of Vila, I lost my balance and fell off, to my embarrassment.And, to complete my humiliation, he laughed.Like he was doing right now. Vila looked quite annoyed. “I was about to tell you that I recognized him,” she told me crossly, glaring at me. I blushed harder, wishing I could sink straight into the ground, or fall into a well like Elena. Well, not a well, because then I would have to be rescued again. But if I sunk into the ground, would they try to rescue me? Most likely.Anarion, noticing my extreme embarrassment, checked his laughter.“If you wish to ride my horse again, please inform me first,” he said gravely, with a hint of laughter in his voice, and I laughed, rather relieved that he was not angry at me.“I will,” I answered, the color of my face subsiding to a more usual color.
Sorry! And other things
Dear People of the Fellowship! Sulliad!
It has been many days since I have written, and I am very sorry for it! Since last I told our tale several people have become a part of the fellowship. I feel I have missed telling so many things, thankfully the others have done a very good job of recording these past few very eventful days!
I am very happy to have new companions, especially Raewyn, who is part hobbit! How nice it will be to have another hobbit on the journey. Also, Elladan and Elrhoir, who have been following us from day one, but just now decided—after saving Elena, Raewyn and Lira, to join us. There is also Aldarion, who has been telling us tales these past days, how fun he is to have in camp, I think that Roseriel especially likes to have him around. Love is in the air!
Now for my excuse, these last few days I have been ill and tired. Most probably from staying up all night digging holes, but the looks on Rose's and Elena's faces was worth it all and more. That and the happiness in Samdo's eyes, the poor boy has been so sad these past days since the news of Pippin's death. I can only pray that my Grandfather will be alive when we arrive.
I will write more later but now I must fly, my soup is burning!
Elanor
Many Meetings
It has now been two days since Samdo got the news of his grandfather's death, and he still seems very quiet and sad. I am a bit worried, but Elanor has been spending a lot of time with him since then, and I believe they really do enjoy each other's company. Vila has been quiet as well, and I know she is worried for her sister. To keep our minds off our worries, Aldarion has been telling us tales of Gondor, Ithilian and Minas Tirith, and bringing us up to date on the happenings in those fair cities.
The past few nights I have woken a few times and heard strange noises, as if someone was digging. I usually wake either during Samdo's or Elanor's watch, but they say it is only an animal moving around in the thick underbrush. So far I have shrugged it off and gone back to sleep.
I do wish the others would meet up with us soon! We are now starting to enter rough and barren country, so it should be easy to spot them... wait! What is that I see?
"Elena!" I cried happily, leaping to my feet as she appeared from the trees behind us. She called a greeting and ran forward. I ran towards her, with the rest of our company behind me, but stopped short when she unexpectedly disappeared into the earth! Crying out, I ran forward, only to feel the ground give way beneath my feet as well! I threw out my arms and was able to grab hold of the ground and keep myself from falling further. "Stop running!" I called in warning. Looking down, I was relived to see that the hole was not very deep, it appeared only half a foot or so taller then I was, so I dropped down into it.
"Elena! Rosriel!" Vila called. "Are you all right?"
"Yes!" I hear Elena say. "But I would greatly appreciate it if someone would help me out!"
"I second that!" I added from my little hole. Above me, I heard more voices as whomever was with Elena joined the group up above. Aldarion reached down, offering me his hand, and helped pull me out. I as I clambered out, I glanced at Samdo, and noticed that he unsuccessfully trying to mask a look of mischievous satisfaction with concern. So that is where the holes had come from!
"Fool of a Took!" I quoted Gandalf with some irritation. "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!"
Elena, who was being helped from her hole by a tall dark haired elf, glared at Samdo saying, "Did you not hear? I already fell down a well!"
Elanor spoke up, "Don't blame it all on him! I admit that I helped with the digging."
Aldarion glanced at them both. "Elanor Brandybuck and Samdo Took! I might have known."
With slightly amused irritation and wounded dignity, Elena and I attempted to compose ourself from our unexpected plunge and ignored them. I turned to see Lira - safe and sound! - being hugged warmly by her sister. "Lira!" I ran and hugged her as well. "You are all right! Where were you? What happened? How were you rescued?" Her voice was muffled by her sister's hair, but I managed to make out "I'll tell you after dinner. I am starving!"
Smiling and shaking my head, I backed off and left Vila and Lira to themselves, turning instead to greet her companions, a younger looking ranger, two tall elves whom I recognized as Elladan and Elrohir, a gruff looking dwarf, and a young maid with - of all things! - curly hair.
"Mae govannen!" I greeted them. "Lords Elladan and Elrohir, it has been long since we met!"
"Yes, a long month!" Elladan agreed. "We might have never parted, had you simply asked us to come along!"
Aldarion came up beside me, along with Samdo, Elenor and Elena. "Elledan and Elrohir! Suilaid! I trust my brother has proved helpful in the rescue of yon fair maid," he said, nodding towards Lira.
"He has indeed." Elrohir smiled. "You will make a Ranger of him yet!"
Aldarion now turned to his brother, "Lady Rosriel, Samdo, Elanor, this is my brother Anarion. Elena, I belive you two have already met."
Samdo bowed with mock gravity and Elanor curtsied daintly. "My," I said "You do not bare much resemblance to your brother Aldarion!"
He laughed. "That I do not! I have dark hair and a paler complexion, my large brother here as fair hair and tan skin! I have a wonderful sense of humor, he is a dull as a rock. Sometimes I doubt we are related."
Aldarion shook his head wearily. "Sometimes I doubt it."
Anarion pushed him playfully, then turned to the young girl behind him. "Forgive me," he said. " I am forgetting our young companion. May I introduce you to Maid Raewyn, apparently a friend of Lira, whom we have discovered has relations to the Hobbits of the Shire."
She stepped forward egarlly, taking my hand. "I am so glad to meet you all! I have heard much about you in the last day!"
"I am pleased to meet you as well!" I said, hugging her and liking her immediately. "You have hobbit ancestry?"
She laughed. "Half Hobbit with a tiny bit of elvish somewhere back on my fathers side."
"You are part hobbit?" Samdo spoke up doubtfully. "That can't be possible. You don't look like no hobbit that I know."
"Maybe because I don't know you!" Raewyn returned brightly. "But I would be glad to make further acquaintance with you. My mother was a hobbit, thank you very much. And don't I look like one? I am short and I have curly hair! And only hobbit's have curly hair! Have you ever seen a man or an elf with curly hair? Oh!" She exclaimed, latching on to a new thought and turning towards myself. "Are you an elf?"
"Why, yes," I answered, amused with the bubbly young lady.
"Oh!" She exclaimed. "I've always wanted to meet an elf! Where are you from? And what is your name again?"
"Why don't we all sit down" Elena spoke up, "and converse that way. Mayhaps," she glared at the two hobbits, "Master Samwise and Miss Elanor can make repentance for their little prank by fixing us all a good hobbit meal."
Agreeing upon this, we all headed towards our campfire, carefully avoiding the holes.
~Lady Rosriel, 22 miles
The past few nights I have woken a few times and heard strange noises, as if someone was digging. I usually wake either during Samdo's or Elanor's watch, but they say it is only an animal moving around in the thick underbrush. So far I have shrugged it off and gone back to sleep.
I do wish the others would meet up with us soon! We are now starting to enter rough and barren country, so it should be easy to spot them... wait! What is that I see?
"Elena!" I cried happily, leaping to my feet as she appeared from the trees behind us. She called a greeting and ran forward. I ran towards her, with the rest of our company behind me, but stopped short when she unexpectedly disappeared into the earth! Crying out, I ran forward, only to feel the ground give way beneath my feet as well! I threw out my arms and was able to grab hold of the ground and keep myself from falling further. "Stop running!" I called in warning. Looking down, I was relived to see that the hole was not very deep, it appeared only half a foot or so taller then I was, so I dropped down into it.
"Elena! Rosriel!" Vila called. "Are you all right?"
"Yes!" I hear Elena say. "But I would greatly appreciate it if someone would help me out!"
"I second that!" I added from my little hole. Above me, I heard more voices as whomever was with Elena joined the group up above. Aldarion reached down, offering me his hand, and helped pull me out. I as I clambered out, I glanced at Samdo, and noticed that he unsuccessfully trying to mask a look of mischievous satisfaction with concern. So that is where the holes had come from!
"Fool of a Took!" I quoted Gandalf with some irritation. "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!"
Elena, who was being helped from her hole by a tall dark haired elf, glared at Samdo saying, "Did you not hear? I already fell down a well!"
Elanor spoke up, "Don't blame it all on him! I admit that I helped with the digging."
Aldarion glanced at them both. "Elanor Brandybuck and Samdo Took! I might have known."
With slightly amused irritation and wounded dignity, Elena and I attempted to compose ourself from our unexpected plunge and ignored them. I turned to see Lira - safe and sound! - being hugged warmly by her sister. "Lira!" I ran and hugged her as well. "You are all right! Where were you? What happened? How were you rescued?" Her voice was muffled by her sister's hair, but I managed to make out "I'll tell you after dinner. I am starving!"
Smiling and shaking my head, I backed off and left Vila and Lira to themselves, turning instead to greet her companions, a younger looking ranger, two tall elves whom I recognized as Elladan and Elrohir, a gruff looking dwarf, and a young maid with - of all things! - curly hair.
"Mae govannen!" I greeted them. "Lords Elladan and Elrohir, it has been long since we met!"
"Yes, a long month!" Elladan agreed. "We might have never parted, had you simply asked us to come along!"
Aldarion came up beside me, along with Samdo, Elenor and Elena. "Elledan and Elrohir! Suilaid! I trust my brother has proved helpful in the rescue of yon fair maid," he said, nodding towards Lira.
"He has indeed." Elrohir smiled. "You will make a Ranger of him yet!"
Aldarion now turned to his brother, "Lady Rosriel, Samdo, Elanor, this is my brother Anarion. Elena, I belive you two have already met."
Samdo bowed with mock gravity and Elanor curtsied daintly. "My," I said "You do not bare much resemblance to your brother Aldarion!"
He laughed. "That I do not! I have dark hair and a paler complexion, my large brother here as fair hair and tan skin! I have a wonderful sense of humor, he is a dull as a rock. Sometimes I doubt we are related."
Aldarion shook his head wearily. "Sometimes I doubt it."
Anarion pushed him playfully, then turned to the young girl behind him. "Forgive me," he said. " I am forgetting our young companion. May I introduce you to Maid Raewyn, apparently a friend of Lira, whom we have discovered has relations to the Hobbits of the Shire."
She stepped forward egarlly, taking my hand. "I am so glad to meet you all! I have heard much about you in the last day!"
"I am pleased to meet you as well!" I said, hugging her and liking her immediately. "You have hobbit ancestry?"
She laughed. "Half Hobbit with a tiny bit of elvish somewhere back on my fathers side."
"You are part hobbit?" Samdo spoke up doubtfully. "That can't be possible. You don't look like no hobbit that I know."
"Maybe because I don't know you!" Raewyn returned brightly. "But I would be glad to make further acquaintance with you. My mother was a hobbit, thank you very much. And don't I look like one? I am short and I have curly hair! And only hobbit's have curly hair! Have you ever seen a man or an elf with curly hair? Oh!" She exclaimed, latching on to a new thought and turning towards myself. "Are you an elf?"
"Why, yes," I answered, amused with the bubbly young lady.
"Oh!" She exclaimed. "I've always wanted to meet an elf! Where are you from? And what is your name again?"
"Why don't we all sit down" Elena spoke up, "and converse that way. Mayhaps," she glared at the two hobbits, "Master Samwise and Miss Elanor can make repentance for their little prank by fixing us all a good hobbit meal."
Agreeing upon this, we all headed towards our campfire, carefully avoiding the holes.
~Lady Rosriel, 22 miles
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Sad Tidings
After a few minutes, Aldarion came back alone. We looked questioningly at him.
"His grandfather, Peregrin, has died," Aldarion spoke softly. "He asked to be alone for a few moments."
"Oh no!" I whispered, tearing up. Having met Pippin several times, it was hard to think of such a wonderful, lively hobbit as no longer living. "When?"
Aldarion looked away, and I could see tears on his face as well. Elanor was sobbing quietly, Vila with her. "He died a few days before my brother and I left Minas Tirith, we stayed long enough for the burial, then departed."
We sat in silence, filled with sorrow and grief. Elanor spoke up. "My grandfather Merry, is he still alive?"
"He yet lived when we departed, but he is old, and was much grieved over his dear friends passing. Do not hope to find him there when you arrive."
Her head bowed again in sorrow, and Vila wrapped her arms around the young hobbit, comforting her. We heard footsteps approaching, and looking up, we saw Samdo walking towards us, his eyes red from weeping. Elanor jumped up from her seat on the rock, ran, and wrapped him in a comforting hug. He let his head rest on her shoulder, crying unabashedly. We gathered around, offering our comfort. Together, Aldarion, Vila and I sang a song of parting.
"His grandfather, Peregrin, has died," Aldarion spoke softly. "He asked to be alone for a few moments."
"Oh no!" I whispered, tearing up. Having met Pippin several times, it was hard to think of such a wonderful, lively hobbit as no longer living. "When?"
Aldarion looked away, and I could see tears on his face as well. Elanor was sobbing quietly, Vila with her. "He died a few days before my brother and I left Minas Tirith, we stayed long enough for the burial, then departed."
We sat in silence, filled with sorrow and grief. Elanor spoke up. "My grandfather Merry, is he still alive?"
"He yet lived when we departed, but he is old, and was much grieved over his dear friends passing. Do not hope to find him there when you arrive."
Her head bowed again in sorrow, and Vila wrapped her arms around the young hobbit, comforting her. We heard footsteps approaching, and looking up, we saw Samdo walking towards us, his eyes red from weeping. Elanor jumped up from her seat on the rock, ran, and wrapped him in a comforting hug. He let his head rest on her shoulder, crying unabashedly. We gathered around, offering our comfort. Together, Aldarion, Vila and I sang a song of parting.
When the cold of winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain
But in dreams
I can hear your name
And in dreams
We will meet again
When the seas and mountains fall
And we come, to end of days
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there,
I will go there
And back again
~Lady Rosriel
Introducing Ella
Greetings, everyone! My name is Ellarian Ellessanderil, though most call me Ella. I am an elf, though, unfortunately, my past is unknown. Elrond took me in when I was very young. That was many, many years ago, probably dating far past many of your memories. Ellessanderil is not my given name (if it were, it would be far simpler to track my lineage). It was given to me by Elrond.
I was on my way to Mirkwood, to visit my good friend Legolas, when I began to wander. I have always enjoyed exploring, and as Legolas was not expecting me this time, I decided instead to see what else was nearby. In not much time, I heard voices. I began to follow from a distance, to see if the bearers were fair or foul. I soon discovered a group of elves, women, and hobbits. They stirred my curiosity, and I have been following them since, though not at a near enough distance to know any of what is occuring, apart from where they tread.
I may show myself shortly, if my curiosity grows any further.
I was on my way to Mirkwood, to visit my good friend Legolas, when I began to wander. I have always enjoyed exploring, and as Legolas was not expecting me this time, I decided instead to see what else was nearby. In not much time, I heard voices. I began to follow from a distance, to see if the bearers were fair or foul. I soon discovered a group of elves, women, and hobbits. They stirred my curiosity, and I have been following them since, though not at a near enough distance to know any of what is occuring, apart from where they tread.
I may show myself shortly, if my curiosity grows any further.
~Ellarian Ellessanderil, 5 miles
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