𝗙!𝗢𝗖 𝘅 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗳
Maristela Greyhame is the daughter of Gandalf the Grey and upon his request, she joins the company of thirteen Dwarves and a young Bilbo Baggins in their quest to reclaim Erebor. As a guiding star and a f...
"Boe ammen veriad lîn. Andelu i ven! (We need your protection. The road is fell!)" Aragorn argues with Haldir angrily, Haldir whispers back inaudibly. "Merin le telim (I wish we may come with you)," Aragorn responds to him, Haldir answers quietly again so that only Aragorn can hear his words. "Henio, aníron boe ammen i dulu lîn! (Please, understand, we need your support!)" Aragorn pleads as Maristela leans back against the tree. "I know you hear me. Hear my plea... we need help," Maristela whispers through the wind, Haldir turns to her and frowns at the pain in her eyes.
"Gandalf's death was not in vain... nor would he have you give up hope," Boromir told Frodo as Maristela winced at the man's words, "You carry a heavy burden, Frodo. Don't carry the weight of the dead." A caravan of Elves leads the Fellowship along a ridge through the golden woods. The group comes to the end of the high ridge and looks out, a great glade of trees rises above them. "Caras Galadhon, the heart of Elvendom on Earth. Realm of the Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of Light," Haldir informed the Fellowship.
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The Fellowship climb a winding way among the great trees. They ascend the path until night falls. In the blue glow of a moonlit night, the Fellowship climbs a twisting stair about the trunk of a tree, past glimmering lights of silver and blue. Far above, the silhouetted shapes of the shadowy tree-branches loom. Passing numerous platforms, they come to a great palace in the trees, lit with silvery lights. A curving walkway lies before them, leading up a low stair to an archway. They gather before the arch as Haldir steps to one side. A glowing couple, hand in hand, descend to meet the Fellowship. The Fellowship stares in awe as Aragorn touches his head in greeting.
The light dims, and before the Fellowship the Lord and Lady, Galadriel and Celeborn, halt. The Lady's eyes focus on Frodo, but Celeborn speaks, "The enemy knows you have entered here. What hope you had in secrecy is now gone." He took a moment to take in the presence of everyone before frowning, "Nine there are here, yet ten there were, set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him. I can no longer see him from afar." As he speaks, Galadriel's eyes flicker from Aragorn's, who looks up, to Maristela who held a stoic face. "Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has fallen into shadow," Lady Galadriel spoke.
"He was taken by both Shadow and Flame; a Balrog of Morgoth. For we went needlessly into the net of Moria," Legolas informed the Lady, Gimli bows his head in sadness. "Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. We do not yet know his whole purpose. Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad-dûm fill your heart, Gimli, son of Glóin," Lady Galadriel spoke kindly, the Dwarf looks up at her words, "For the world has grown full of peril. And in all lands, love is now mingled with grief." Lady Galadriel looked towards Legolas before glancing at Maristela, the Woodland Elf lowered his eyes from her realisation. Boromir turns his pained face to the Lady, blinking and swallowing hard. The Lady stares back. Boromir looks away, weeping.
"What now becomes of this Fellowship? Without Gandalf, hope is lost," Lord Celeborn speaks out bluntly. "The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail to the ruin of all," Lady Galadriel forewarned the Fellowship. Boromir looks back up at her, unsure. "Yet hope remains while the company is true," Lady Galadriel adds as she looks at Sam and smiles. "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace," Lady Galadriel informed them before she casted her eyes towards Frodo. Maristela turned away from the others and walked away ignoring their watchful gazes.
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Back on the ground, the Hobbits are settling down to rest as an Elvish song can be heard echoing in the wind, "A Olórin i yaresse Mentaner i Numeherui Tírien i Rómenóri. Melme nóren sina núra ala Eäro (Olórin who once was sent by the Lords of the West to guard the lands of the East. Our love for this land is deeper than the deeps of the sea)." Legolas raises his head as the song rings like a soft melody, "A lament for Gandalf." Aragorn sharpens his sword as Gimli sleeps beside him. "What do they say about him?" Merry asked the Woodland Elf. "I have no the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near," Legolas answers him.
"Maiaron i Oiosaila, Manan elye etevanne Nórie i malanelye? Ilfirin nairelma ullume nucuvalme. Nauva i nauva. (Wisest of all Maiar, what drove you to leave that which you loved? Yet we will cast all away rather that submit. What should be shall be.)," The Elves continued to sing. Sam crouches down to make his bed, "I bet they don't mention his fireworks. There should be a verse about them." Sam stands up, "The finest rockets ever seen, They burst in stars of blue and green..." -- Gimli snores loudly interrupting Sam who continues -- "Or after thunder... silver showers..."
Aragorn turns, annoyed, and swats the Dwarf's pillow, eliciting a grunt from Gimli as Sam continues, "Came falling like a... rain of flowers..." -- Sam squats down again -- "Oh, that doesn't do them justice by a long road." Aragorn walks over to Boromir, who is seated alone on a great tree root. "Ú-reniathach i amar galen I reniad lín ne môr, nuithannen. (No more will you wander the green fields of this earth, your journey has ended in darkness)," The soft lament continued as Maristela walked towards the group, her eyes set on the ground rather than anyone else as she settled against a tree root a small distance from the others.
"Take some rest. These borders are well protected," Aragorn instructed Boromir after sparing a glance at Maristela. "I will find no rest here. I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me, 'Even now, there is hope left.' But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope," Boromir expressed to Aragorn catching Maristela's attention, she turned to listen as Boromir continued, "My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And now our... our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I — I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored." Maristela frowned at the pressure Boromir faced.
"Have you ever seen it Aragorn? The White Tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. Its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?" Boromir asked Aragorn while Maristela looked away from the two men, she could remember seeing the White Tower a few times in her lifetime. "I have seen the White City, long ago," Aragorn answered Boromir who responds, "One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guard shall take up the call: 'The Lords of Gondor have returned!'" Aragorn smiles slightly, then looks away as Maristela smiled softly.
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Rosemary Speaks
Almost onto the next movie... And we had some Legolas jealousy?!
