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Council of the one Ring | 𝐜𝐡.12

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In the chill morning air, the sun bathed the last homely house of the elves. The last place where elves still reside before evil's lurking will destroy them. But you knew that Mirkwood was still standing. The bond you had with the elf king proved that. You shook your head as you gazed upon the buildings in a Shangri-la-like valley. Snow-capped the mountains over your head, but you paid them no mind. Snow wasn't the worst you would ever encounter in your travels and journeys. "why do you linger here, my lady?" a familiar soft voice cut through the gentle silence.

You smiled but didn't twist your head to meet Frodo's oncoming figure. "good morning, little master. Well, I enjoy nature's call. It's wild and free, like I. I feel at home in the sky frodo. That's my home. My realm," you sighed and moved your cobalt gaze to the brilliant blue above. "where are you from, if I may ask?" frodo said timidly. you smiled again, now turning and looking down at him as he stood beside you. "I'm from the ever floating realm of dragorath. Where all... shifters come from. But some of us come from the heart of the earth—others from the pits of Mordor and Angband. I am the shifter of air and earth. A hybrid, I will say," you said, turning your gaze back at the dell of riven.

"how's your wound?" you asked, changing the subject as you didn't want to talk about your home anymore. It wasn't crucial for such ears. Beside you, the young hobbit sighed, and you felt like his wound stung at the thought of it. "it's better than before. I'm afraid that I will always have it" you nodded, turning entirely around and facing the interior behind you. "yes, you will master frodo. But now, let's not dwindle on the evil feelings. Go around and explore; this is the place your uncle visited many years ago." you said and suddenly vanished like a figure from a dream.

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"You have found your way to the last homely house east of the sea. The Elves of Imladris have dwelt within this valley for 3,000 years though few of my kin now remain." So Elrond told Gandalf and me as we talked with him. I look over the balcony railing to where frodo walked around the hall, which opened to all who watched. By his side was sam. They soon met their friends in a merbace of glad shouts and smiles. I smiled softly as I saw a familiar figure. Bilbo. "go down to them, my dear," Gandalf said as he came up beside me. "he doesn't know you're here" I nodded at the grey wizard and dipped my head to Elrond as a form of goodbye, then let myself vanish from their sight and into the presence of frodo and bilbo. frodo was now holding a red-letter bond journal. " "There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale" by Bilbo Baggins." " he said, looking up at his uncle as the hobbit smiled proudly. "This is wonderful." frodo praised. I smiled and stepped into the shadows, not wanting to interrupt their moment just yet.

"I meant to go back ... wander the paths of Mirkwood, visit Laketown, see the Lonely Mountain again ... but age, it seems, has finally caught up with me." the ordering hobbit says sadly and sighs. Frodo turns back to the book, and by my sight, through his eyes, I see a map of the Shire drawn in utter, perfect detail. I smile sadly. "I miss the Shire ... I spent all my childhood pretending I was off somewhere else ... off with you, on one of your adventures..." the black-haired hobbit looked t his uncle smiling faintly. "But my adventure turned out to be quite different ... I'm not like you, Bilbo." bilbo is silent as he places a hand on his nephew's shoulder. "My dear boy," he mutters. I see this as an opportunely to stop front. "don't worry, young frodo. Your journey is not over yet" both frodo and bilbo turn their eyes to me, and bilbo smiøl "Tatsuo!" he exclaims, and I crouch as he shuffles towards me with open arms. I laugh heartily as we embrace "hello, master Baggins" I say. I then pull away from our hug and place my arms on the old hobbit's shoulders.

"We meet once more," I say, smiling. Bilbo nods and pats my arm. I then look at frodo, standing up and walking over to him. he looks at me with a small smile, and I hug him too. "glad you're better, my dear friend," I say and ruffles his hair. Bilbo chuckles from behind us. We all then sit other, talking as the day goes by. in teh end, I and frodo have to part ways with the burglar, and we walk side by side to see sam packing frodo and his things. I smile and look at frodo before padding over to the garden. "Now, what have I forgotten?" he mutters, and frodo steps in. "Packed already?" sam looks up, startled, then notices me. "No harm in being prepared." he says, looking down from both of our gazes. "no, there isn't Samwise." I console and smile at him before waking, so I am in front of him and behind the black-haired hobbit as he talks to his friend. 

"I thought you wanted to see the elves, Sam?" he says. "I do..." "More than anything." frodo inquiries, and I chukle, placing a hand on Frodo's shoulder "if you need me, just call to me through your mind," I say and vanish from their eye finding myself soon in my room. I sigh and undress as if nothing is happening now. When I'm done, I lay down or not on a soft mattress, sighing in contentment at the softness that brings me to a light slumber. 

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"It should have ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure. Isildur kept the Ring ... and the line of kings was broken. There's no strength left in the world of Men. They are scattered, divided, leaderless." Elrond tells you and Gandalf. you sigh, sad and knowing the truth of the elven lord's words. "There is one who could unite them, one who could reclaim the throne of Gondor," Gandalf says, but Elrond tosses his suggestion like a seagull dropping its grab when it's dead and no longer for eating. "He turned from that path a long time ago. He has chosen exile." Strider. The name he had gotten under for so many years. The man in the wild that helped you and the hobbits when needed. the true king of men. "I must go, my friends," you say, and Gandalf and Elrond turn to look at you. "do as you must, my lady," Elrond says and dips his head in goodbye as you do the same before vanishing. You were finding yourself in the chamber of Narsil. 

Hidden in the shadows, you watch a man of godrorian lineage enter the chamber, unaware of you and another presence. after the man observes the painting of Isildur and Sauron, he turns and notices Strider. looking the man of the wild up and down before frowning. "You are no Elf," he states, and Strider nods. "Men of the South are welcome here." the man of Gondor nods but then frowns again. "Who are you?" you take this as a chance to go into the light "my friend. and you are Boromir of Gondor, son of Denethor, am I correct?" you say, making both Strider and Boromir look at you. Strider smiles while the son of Gondor wears a confused expression. "how do you know my name? and who are you?" you smile and bow. "Im Tatsuo StarDust," you say, standing straight again. Recognition seems to flow on Boromir's face. "you're the one who drove the dragon out of Erebor? The one who killed the pale orc" you nodded. 

"and you are the son of the steward of the white city. it seems we both know each other" you smile, then turns to the altar where the sword of Isildur lays. "The shards of Narsil ... the blade that cut the Ring from Sauron's hand," you mumble as the two men watch you. You take the blade at the hilt, running a slender finger across the edge. And to their surprise, you don't cut your skin. Instead, you hum and mutter something in ancient dragonic. "cayosin di juanth tir ti makaid wer darastrix ui|ulph houpe" you lay the sword on its bed before turning to the two males "namárië sons of kings" then you disappeared. 

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Translations: 

namárië: farewell

cayosin di juanth tir ti makaid wer darastrix ui|ulph houpe: blade of old do not cut the dragon is|has to hide