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RE: There and Back-The Beginning of the Great Adventures on: April 21, 2006 08:43
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"I'm fine," Mithdínen replied, trying to hide that he had been slightly startled. "I'm not surprised you haven't met me on the road, though, since I usually only travel between Minas Tirith and Dol Amroth on occasion. Mithrandir has yet to tell me why he wanted me to join him on this journey," he added with a slight smile, and was rewarded with a laugh from Mallenwen.
“Ah I see…” Mallenwen said simply with a smile, “Well I travel quite a lot, but I have yet to travel to Dol Amroth… Minas Tirith I have visited, but I did not linger long. I prefer the woodland realms, I suppose it’s because that is where I was raised, in Lothlorien.”
The elleth smiled, “Well… trust me, if Mithrandir wanted you to accompany him, it is for a reason. You should feel honoured.” She laughed at his doubtfulness, “I’m sure he thinks you’ll serve your purpose. Of what your purpose is, I am not sure yet, but I am sure he will reveal it soon enough!”
"Though I am probably the only historian in Minas Tirith fit for a journey," he said, "although not the most learned, so that would account for his choice of me rather than anyone wiser than me. But the reason why he would want a historian here..." He shrugged and shook his head slightly.
“Hmmm… a historian you say? Well… I’m not sure, but I know one thing…if Mithrandir chose you above anyone else, you must either be very special, very wise or have some very precious information that he feels others here should know.”
Mallenwen nodded slightly and then turned her head, looking down as they carried on walking down the hallway. She tried to think of something to say to Mithdínen, but her mind went blank and she found herself opening her mouth to say something and then closing it again, deciding not to speak. It must have looked very odd from an observer’s perspective, but she did not really care.
She was saved from trying to think of something to strike up a conversation, when they arrived in the hall, where some servants were busy setting the place settings for a meal. Mallenwen entered the room last and sat down hesitantly when Mithrandir gestured for them all to join him and Mithdínen.
"Now, tell us what you've been through," he said and drank from his goblet. Mallenwen and Glorfindel exchanged a glance to determine whom of them should speak first.
“Well…” The elleth began, glancing at Glorfindel first and then after he nodded she smiled and continued, “Well… it began in Imladris. If I remember rightly, Elenlin was returning home, when a company of orcs attacked her. She was injured gravely and they were closing in. However Melannen (a friend and companion of yours I do believe?) killed the orcs, and helped her back to Rivendell, with the help of Glorfindel.” She nodded her head in acknowledgement to the ellon and then continued.
“Lord Elrond healed her and Melannen stayed in Rivendell. That is when I came. Well, my ‘adoptive mother’, Lady Galadriel, asked me to go to Lord Elrond and tell him of a vision she’d seen while looking into her mirror one night. The mirror shows things that are, things that were and things that haven’t yet happened…and so the vision she saw, and related to me, was quite unlike anything I’d seen before. It was horrifying and quite upsetting.” She said, her voice turning sadder as she thought of it. And then she shook her head, “Sorry… er- as I was saying…” She blushed slightly, clearing her throat.
“I arrived in Imladris, and talked with Lord Elrond, and then myself, Melannen, Glorfindel and Elenlin were present at a small council which took place in Elrond’s council chambers. It was the vision, which I brought news of to Rivendell. The vision confirming that Nenya, the Ring of Adamant, had indeed been stolen. In the vision... the sky was dark, as dark as the feather of a raven... but there was a light, shimmering in the distance, faint yet still there. It grew stronger...and stronger, but then suddenly the darkness covered it and quenched its light. Then there was fire... roaring flames...uncontrollable and they destroyed the woods...the woods of Lothlorien..." She paused for a moment to take a breath and then continue.
“And Rivendell was no longer a safe haven for the elven kind. It was not hidden. It was completely destroyed…barren. That is when the vision became cloudy, yet just as it faded… a tall, menacing elf clothed completely in black stood on a hill looking at Rivendell, and he smiled successfully and joyfully. He is the one they call the Dark Elf, Mortathar, who I believe you, Mithrandir have heard about from a man in Rohan?” She inquired and when the wizard nodded she did the same.
“Yes…well he was banished from Lothlorien for stealing and he was sent into the wild, alone. He still held a grudge, naturally, killed the elf that turned him in for stealing, and was again disowned by the elven race of Lorien. Well anyway, we believe he is in the league with the Dark Lord, and it is bad. Lothlorien is no longer safe…its light quenched, because this elf wishes to destroy his own people!” She exclaimed, loyally passionate about her homeland and its people, “It was decided then at the council that Nenya must be reclaimed for the good of the elven race…and the elven realms of Middle Earth. And so, this…journey…quest…mission was trusted to the three of us, myself, Melannen and Elenlin.”
Mallenwen stopped for a moment and looked at them all to see their reactions, giving them a moment to process all the information, which was a lot, and then she continued yet again. “Well we rode to Lothlorien first of all, and there we were welcomed by Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn… Melannen received council from my ‘father’ I do believe, though I did not pry and ask what of it. While he did this, Elenlin and I were also talking with Galadriel, and we both looked into the Mirror. I know naught of what Elenlin saw, and I do not wish to pry… the mirror can show personal horrors that are difficult to speak of. Perhaps she will relate them to you, in time."
"Anyway, we both looked into the mirror and saw scenes of what could come, if we did not succeed, and also images of what would undoubtedly happen before the end of all this. All 3 of us were given gifts of parting the following day, and we left Lothlorien, on our way to Dol Guildur where we believed the Dark Elf’s hideaway to be around. That is when we ran into Haldir, Elladan, Elrohir and…Glorfindel.” She smiled slightly at the ellon. “Who should really tell of what he knows and suspects, of the tale?” She suggested, her voice getting weak from all the talking and she looked at him, hoping he would have something to add relating to their journey.
The elleth looked up as she saw the door opening, and Elenlin entered the room, pulling up a chair. She smiled warmly at her travelling companion, and waited til Glorfindel had finished what he wished to say, before Mithrandir contemplated it, and then Elenlin could speak of the news.
((Wow, that account was quite long wasn’t it? And I only got them to the meeting with Glorfindel, Haldir, Elladan and Elrohir! Do you mind carrying on Aranel, as Glorfindel? Wow, I enjoyed writing this post. If anything needs changing you can just let me know. K? ))
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