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Title: The Three Forbidden Stars (#28)
Author: Feawen
Chapters: 5

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Archive: Tolkien
Category: Crossovers
Description: Having no idea about your past can really disturb you, esp. when you find out that it is 'fiction' WIP
Published: 13 May 2003
Updated: 18 May 2003
Warnings:
Type: General
Characters: Isabella, Fellowship, Haldir, Galadriel


Chapter 1 - The Three Forbidden Stars

Disclamier: I own nothing Tolkien-related *bursts into tears* except the idea of my past (The Three Forbidden Stars), the human real-world family/boyfriend, and Isabella!! I just like manipulating the characters to how I would like them!!

Authors Note: This is my first proper story (I don’t think that primary school counts) so please feel free to post comments, I will try and read them and reply. The writing in the italics is visions, flashbacks, or dreams. And I mean no offence to any one in Thailand. This is part dream, so who am I to mess with fate!! Enjoy!! As someone has done I wil be using these ~~ as Italics for large blocks of text!!

Chapter One- Remembering

Everyone has a past. They are all different, like a fingerprint, but that is what makes us unique. Some people hide from their past, ashamed or disappointed about it. Some people embrace theirs, proud or pleased. But there are some who don’t know theirs, it is a mystery, a ghost that haunts them, something they may never know. I am one of those people, I have no idea who my real parents are or what I had been doing for three years before I was found. I have memories and dreams of people and places that I cannot file in my mind. I thought it all to be logical almost like it came with the territory of being unique until my 15th birthday…

~~~“Isabella, darling. Wake up, it’s your birthday”. Shake, shake. “You have ten minutes before I come back up to get you up”. Why was it so important for my mother to wake me so early, it was my birthday and I wanted to sleep in. But I knew if I didn’t get up she would resort to tickling me. Slowly I rolled out of bed and grabbed my silk kimono and wrapped it around me. I could see thin threads of golden light peeping through the blinds before I pulled them up to release the beautiful sun into my spacious room. I knelt down at my altar and gave a quick prayer for all the things I had. Looking around I knew that I did have everything to be grateful for. My room was at the top of our house, which meant I had a view of everything. The beaches to the East and the forests to the West. When I had turned 13 I had insisted on decorated my room myself. I did it from the memories of places from my mind and dreams. There was silk draping from the ceiling, to give it an airy feeling, and dressers made of a dark wood engraved with silver writing. Different shaped candles were arranged throughout my room along with the various forms of art on my walls. My parents were extremely rich and posh, so I got anything that I could ever want. By no means was I snobby, I was just thankful for what I had. “That’s it, here I come,” Mom hollered up the stairs.
“Too late” I yelled back, “I’m already up and, by the gods, it’s a beautiful day”. She reached the top of the stairs and started waving her perfectly manicured nails around excitedly.
“Guess what, darling,” she said, “We are going out for breakfast to Imbibe, so get some nice clothes on, you can’t go out in that”. I promised to be downstairs in ten minutes, to prevent her from going through my clothes to pick them out for me. I don’t know why she was excited, we went there often. It was an expensive, high profile place so I put on my favourite black halter-necked, knee-high dress, some strappy black heals and a fake fur wrap. I ran down stairs excitedly, thinking my parents have something important to tell me. When I got outside, my parents were already in the Ferrari so jumped in the back and felt the wind run through my hair as I busied my mind with the make-up I was putting on.
“So why did you have to get me up so early on my birthday for?” I inquired, still a little bit sleepy.
“You’ll find out,” Mom said mysteriously. When we arrived at Imbibe and had ordered our breakfast both Mom and Dad went quiet. I had assumed that they wanted to tell me something but I had no idea what but I had no idea how do start them off. Sipping on my orange juice, I sat there awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something.
“Isabella, we brought you here to tell you something” Dad finally said slowly, “We want you to remember that we always love you, no matter what”.
“What is this about? I know you didn’t bring me here to tell me you love me. What is it you want to tell me?” I asked nervously. Long pause.
“We are not your real parents” Mom managed to stutter out, “We found you in the forest near the Ngamawahine River about 12 years ago while your father and I were bush walking. We heard a baby-like cry near the riverbank and we decided to investigate. That’s when we found you, lying in a blanket. We could find no-one I the area so we picked you up, took you to the police, adopted you and you became out daughter”. I sat there stunned and speechless. A million things were running through my mind. Who were my real parents? Why did they leave me? What about the memories I have? Are they related to that?
“So do you know who my real parents are then?” I asked timidly.
“Do you remember reading about the incident with the mysterious females near the Ngamawahine River? About the two maidens, I feel is the only correct term for them, were found wandering along the banks of Ngamawahine? They were there the same time we found you. We attempted to find them because we thought there might be a connection but when our search party sighted them and called out, they disappeared in front of our eyes. We don’t have any other leads though but we did try because we knew this day would come”.
“So what now?” I asked, almost not wanting to know the answer. Mom lifted a bag that I hadn’t noticed, onto the table and opened it slowly. She pulled out a parcel wrapped, in a different-feeling greeny-silver material. Dad unfolded this beautiful material and pulled out a ring, a crown and a piece of old-looking paper. The ring, which was made of a strange-looking silver, had a star-shaped flower and two leafs designed on the top of it. The flower had purple stones, like amethysts, in it and the leafs had green gem veins. On the inside of the ring band, an inscription of unusual characters was engraved it. The crown was made of five strands of the strange silver entwined together. There were three large star-flowers and their leafs set on the front strands and a purple jewel draping at the back. The jewel was a quite big, well cut amethyst with a silver band on the top of it. It had the same engraving on it as the ring had inside it. But the paper was the strangest by far. It was in a language and writing I had never seen before, the parchment was old and there was an emblem in the corner of the page. After looking closer I realised that is was the same thing as what was on the jewellery, three beautiful star-flowers, their leafs and the strange characters.
“These items were the only things that were with you when we found you,” Mum explained, “We have attempted to find out what the writing says but no-one can read it”. I lifted my eyebrows, surprised, because I had never seen it before but had done some study on nearly every language that was or is known to man.
“We did find out, however, that is it a fictional language called Elvish,” continued Mom, “written by a man called Tolkien. He wrote books about fantasy creatures like Elves and Dragons and he created many languages to go with them.”.
“What?”, I cried. “You have to be joking. My only clues to who I am and they are fictional. Do you know I am going to see a movie based on his books in a weeks time?”. I sat back in my seat hopelessly and closed my eyes, feeling the tears coming to the surface. So many things at once…~~~

I sat up on my bed and felt that my face and eyes were wet. I was crying something I had not done since I that morning that changed my life. I was a lot older now, turning 20 in a weeks time. I had moved out of home and was living with my boyfriend of two years. My parents and I still saw each other often although I live in a different town. My studies with Wicca have not creased if anything I study even more but without my boyfriends knowledge. There are some things, some powers, which people do not understand. Since my 15th birthday I had learned new skills, I had acquired new gifts. I had the gift of foresight, reading peoples minds and placing thoughts in their minds, like talking to them without hearing. I had fine-tuned my abilities to control and manipulated fire, water and air. I had learnt Elvish and studied Tolkien’s work with almost as much dedication as I had to my Wiccan studies, hoping to find something of my past. I did end up going to see the movie but it meant very little to me.
My life was good. I was a highly-regarded journalist who got to travel around the world. I investigated things that other people were too scared to do because it was too dangerous. I loved the thrill but in order to keep the job I had to learn how to fight. I was lucky, I had some of the best fighters from around the world teaching me. My skills became so perfect that I could pick up any weapon and wield it well. My twin knifes were my favourite weapons, which were given to me by a knife-fighter I spend a lot of time with when I went to South America.
Although I had a good life, I still searched for a deeper meaning. I had doubts about its path and where it would lead. My next assignment for my job was to investigate the highly escalated gang warfare in Bangkok, Thailand. So two days before my birthday I flew out and two days later I sent my story back home. My boss was impressed and knew that I was working on my birthday, so he suggested that I stay in Chiang Mai, a beautiful place in Thailand for a holiday, all expenses paid. In my mind I saw this as the perfect chance to really relax but fate had other plans for me…

“Look.. if you had.. one shot, or one opportunity. To seize everything you ever wanted.. in one moment. Would you capture it.. or just let it slip? Yo..”
Eminem, Lose Yourself


Chapter 2 - Unusual acquaintances

Chapter Two – Unusual acquaintances

I spend much of my holiday around the locals, because no matter how many times I went to Thailand I felt I could learn even more about life. On the last day of my holiday I decided that some shopping would be in order, as the silks and jewellery was extremely well-priced there. I was admiring a traditional Thai dress when I felt someone’s eyes on me. As soon as I turned around, a young woman with long blond hair ran up to me, like she knew me. She grabbed me, hugged me and started talking really fast in a language that sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it. As she talked I looked at her and saw that although she looked young, her eyes looked old. She noticed the blank, non-understanding look on my face and stopped talking. Thinking that she might understand Thai, I attempted to communicate with a few words of Thai but then the blank look crept onto her face.
“My lady, I have spend many years searching for you”, she said, finally in English. “Nearly two thousand years ago I abandoned my son in the hope that I would find you”.
“Two thousand years is a long time for someone to be alive,” I replied, sarcastically, trying to hide my fear of the unknown. “And I didn’t realise I was lost either.”
“Two thousand years is not long for an elf, my lady,” She said, unaffected by my attitude. “Your mother asked me to find you before she died. She wanted me to say she was sorry for leaving you in this strange country and to let you claim what is rightfully yours. You are also an elf but why did you not understand my words before?”
“My mother! You knew my mother?”
“Yes, I was her handmaiden. My name is Anaoelen and I was the keeper of your mothers secret.”
“Secret?”
“I dare not say this here, my lady. You must return home, seek out Lady Galadriel and King Thranduil. They know of what I speak. I will leave this place soon and go to the halls of Mandos. You must tell my son that I love him but that I never meant to cause him to grow up without a mother.” And then she disappeared into the crowd. I looked around for her but she was nowhere to be seen. Frightened by this encounter I started to make my way back to the hotel when I noticed I was holding something. Opening my hands, I saw a star-shaped flower in my hands with a leather bit on the end. It looked like hair jewel but when I gave it a swift tug the flower came away from the leather to reveal a small dagger. Quickly I replaced the sheath and tied it in my hair.

Instead of leaving the next day, like I was supposed to, I hopped on the next plane home. I wanted to leave Thailand and Anaoelen behind and go home to surprise my boyfriend. My plane arrived at the airport with no problems so I jumped in a taxi and made my way back to our house instead of staying at my friends, like I . As we drove down the drive I noticed another car in the carport but I thought nothing of it. I unlocked the door quietly and was instantly bombarded with the smell of a feminine perfume. I crept into the lounge and there was my boyfriend and another woman on the couch, kissing. I remembered the lady as a workmate I had meet at an office party who had been extremely friendly towards me. Clearing my throat, their attention went from each other to me. The look on my boyfriends face was almost funny but I was in no mood to laugh, more in the mood for kill him. I felt so stupid standing there in really sexy dress, as an offering to him and he is cheating on me. He started make stupid excuses that I ignored while the woman, Tracey I think, straightened her clothes up. She purposefully strode up to him, looked him in the eyes and slapped him in his face.
“Single huh!” she said, angrily. “You said that she was long gone, how dare you”. She slapped him again and grabbed her purse.
“I’m sorry,” said Tracey, as she made her way to the door. “I had no idea. If I did there was no way I would have gone near him. Definitely kill him”. Then she walked out. After a few moments I turned back to him with my hands on my hips. He had grabbed my ornamental dagger of the wall and was waving it around saying that I couldn’t touch him and I couldn’t kill him. I knew I had no intention of killing him but I was going to have fun with him, because how dare he be unfaithful. Closing my eyes I summoned the dagger to my hand to his surprise and fear. He grabbed another the sword of the wall and swung it at me. I had taught him the basics of sword fighting but he never was that good. His strike missed me but my strike didn’t miss him. The sleeve of his shirt ripped and a shallow gash appeared on his arm. He screamed and ran at me, probably with the intention of killing me now. I parried and summoned the fire element to my control. Running my hands over the blade of my dagger, I whispered some words. Suddenly the blade started burning with a purple flame giving it a terrifying look. He dropped the sword and ran to the phone. I summoned the phone to my hand, before he could grab it, and chucked it out the window. Walking into our bedroom I pulled out two suitcases from underneath the bed and opened them and quickly filled them with my belongings and some of the more valuable things in the room. I hauled them into the lounge and grabbed a key from under the kitchen counter. He followed me into our wardrobe, as if he had only just realised what I was doing, and watched as I moved a painting that I had hang up in there. A metal door was revealed and his eyes popped out as I opened it to show a store room of weapons, jewellery, money and a gun. I pulled out my bow, arrows and quiver, my sword, my two twin knives, my knife from my parents, a thigh knife and a couple of various swords and daggers. I wrapped them all up in a special bag and slung this over my shoulder. The money and jewellery went into my backpack along with my handgun and a hundred round of bullets. I turned to leave but my boyfriend was blocking my way. Telling him I had no time for him, I pulled my hair dagger out and sliced a nice long mark across his cheek to remind me by. My bags and I walked out the doors and never came back. Before I started walking up the drive I knelt down and offered a prayer to the Gods, asking to be forgiven and if them could show me my path in life. As a muttered the last words I started to fell woozy and then all of a sudden I was unconscious…

“Don't know if I should lick my wounds or say woe is me instead. And there's an aching inside my head. It's telling me I'm better off alone”
Nelly Furtado, Turn Off The Lights


Chapter 3 - Many Meetings

Chapter Three – Many Meetings

Slowly I regained consciousness. I stood up slowly, so that I wouldn’t pass out again, and looked around, observing my environment. I instantly knew I was in a different place. The view of the sea had disappeared along with my boyfriends house. I was in a forest but I still had my suitcases and bag with me. Before I could understand what had happened my back started pricking. Something dangerous was approaching. I threw my stuff up into the nearest tree and jumped up with it. I pulled my silvery-green cloak, which was made from the blanket I was found in, out of my suitcase, put it on and waited. I had no idea what for but my intuition told me to so I obeyed. I crouched in the tree and thought about the events that had just happened, while staying alert. I had been praying for direction in life, to see my path when… Of course!!! It must be a dream to show me what I am to do. I relaxed but that dangerous feeling hadn’t gone away. It had got worse and was approaching a lot faster now. I pulled my sword ‘Mitosuhi’ and my twin knifes out and tied them on to my belt which I had put around my waist. From where I was sitting in my tree I could see creatures, foul creatures stomping my way, destroying the plants in their path needlessly. I had never seen them before but then again they looked familiar…

~~~“Noro lim, noro lim”, she says to the white horse as she rides as fast as can while carrying the young elven child. The she-elf next to her can hear her praying to save the child. She looks behind her and sees the nearest orc bend his bow to strike. She closes her eyes and offers one last prayer. Suddenly there is a flash of light and the two she-elves, the child and the horses disappear…”~~~

Quickly I grabbed a branch to steady myself as these foul creatures gathered around the base of my tree. I knew that they were discussing a plan which in no way could be good. I threw a small branch away from the tree as far as I could, to distract them. Half of them trudged their way over to where it had landed. Silently I jumped down behind the other four and with one wide strike with Mitozuhi the first two heads went flying. I dealt to the other two before the rest realised they were under attack. They bent their bows and released arrows at me but I effortlessly hit them away. I closed them gap between us and with seconds I was wiping the blood of my sword on the ground as I looked at the creatures with distaste. I turned back to my tree when a crude black arrow came straight at me. I grabbed it just before it could hit me in the neck and kill me.
Looking at the direction from where the arrow came from, I saw a flood of these creatures coming over the hill towards me. While I fought them I gathered as much energy as I could so I could blast them all in one go. Just as I gathered enough energy four other figures, who looked like men, came over the hill and started destroying the foul creatures from behind. I knew I could release my energy and destroy them if they were good. Something told me I knew them but I ignored it. Just as I was killing the last foul creature, I came face-to-face with the tallest man. I had time to notice that he had long blond hair and pointed ears before he brought his knife down as a strike. It knocked my sword away from my hands but my twin knives were in my hands just as his next strike came. I was prepared this time and I parried it with great skill. I dealt him a flurry of blows which put him off balance. I used that advantage to flip him on to his back and bring my knives down to his neck.
Looking down into his bright blue eyes, I suddenly realised who he was. “Mae Govannen, Legolas o Mirkwood” [Well met, Legolas of Mirkwood], I said, smiling at the shock on his face.
I replaced my knives into their sheathes and offered him a hand up. He accepted and looked at me with a mixture of fear, shock and curiosity on his face. I knew my cloak was still covering my face but I decided to keep it that way. Five other people came over the hill to join the other four that were looking at me, suspiciously. Mithrandir, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Pippin Took, and Merry Brandybuck to be exact I thought. I had been fighting orcs and I was in Middle Earth!! With the Fellowship before Moria and Lothlorien.
“Lle quena i’lambe tel’ Eldalie?”[Do you speak elvish?] Legolas asked, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Mani naa esse en lle?”[What is your name?].
“Yes I do, thank you but I find it more polite to speak the Common Tongue because the hobbits, Gimli and Boromir won’t be able to understand us,” I replied, smugly. “As for my name that is my own business”.
“You are a lady”, gasped Aragorn. “What is a lady doing out here by herself with no escort?”.
“Why would I need an escort, if I can beat the Prince in a knife fight?” I asked, as I removed my hood. “I can look after myself”.
The hobbits gasped and pointed at my ears. My hands flew up to them to find that they were pointy. OMG, I had elf-ears. My intuition told me to play along with this until I got to Lothlorien and followed Anaoelen’s advice. I had to find Galadriel.
“Where are you heading, milady?” asked Legolas.
“Lothlorien, my birth home”, I replied, wincing as I lied.
A small voice rang up from behind me “I am under the impression we are going that way,” said Frodo. “We would be honoured be if you came with us”.
Before I could answer Gimli spat; “How can we trust her? She is an elf”.
Legolas had his bow bend with an arrow pointed at Gimli before any of us could react. “Watch your words, Dwarf, or you will find all of them and your breath taken from you”.
“Whoa! Wait up a minute!” I said. “He naturally distrustful of Elves as you are of Dwarves. Let him go this time”. He relented and turned away in a huff.
“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost”, Frodo recited. “Those lines go with Aragorn’s name but I feel that they suit you well which why I have placed my faith in you”.
“I offer my skills in order to protect you, the Ringbearer”, I replied.
Frodo gasped and his hand flew up to the ring on his chest hidden under his clothes. “You have interesting skills which I’m sure you could use for evil, but if that was your desire you would of by now.”
“We must make haste and cover our tracks before the sun comes up” Legolas said. “Lady if you still refuse to tell us your name –I narrowed my eyes as an answer- we shall call you Feawen”.
Aragorn found this amusing and outwardly laughed as I scowled at Legolas**. I ran up my tree and went through my bags, searching for something. Gimli and the men were gathering the bodies into a pile while Legolas and the hobbits made another pile of weapons. I found the bottle of liquid I was looking for, so I jumped down and joined the others. As I walked around the two piles, sprinkling liquid from the bottle as I explained about how the liquid was a powerful elixir which could dissolve anything. All of the Fellowship looked at me with doubt as I said this, all save Legolas and Mithrandir. I ceased my circling and blew on to my hands. From my lips came a blue flame that flickered ever so slightly in the soft wind. With powerful intent I threw this at the orcs and their weapons while chanting: “Mizuto hono, tokeru warui dobutsu”*. Just as I had explained, the orcs melted into nothing and the ground was clean again with no signs of battle. Everyone including, Legolas and Mithrandir, were speechless with shock and surprise. Boromir was the first to find his tongue. “Elf-witch,” he spat, the fear in this face evident. “Now we know we can never trust you. She will curse us or kill us all in our sleep.”
“Do not speak evil of Lady Feawen,” countered Gimli, surprising me. “for she has saved us much trouble. The Ringbearer is right. If it had been her intent to cause harm to us she would of by now.”
“He speaks true, Boromir,” I said, smirking now that I had found a new ally. “I do not wish to cause you harm. But if you can not speak good of me, you shall not speak at all.” I clicked my fingers, muttered the right words and walked off smirking again. He tried to reply but he found he couldn’t. I explained that I had put a spell on him but it wouldn’t hurt him and it was just temporarily put there. Legolas lightly jumped up my tree, as elves do, and grabbed my stuff. He lugged it down, obviously surprised at the weight of it, and shoved the two suitcases into Boromir’s hands. “Carry these for the Lady,” he said “and she may forgive you”. He gently handed me my backpack and weapons before stalking off to retrieve his own weapons. We all continued to walk towards the unknown. Our travels were uneventful as we got closer to Caradhras, the mountain we were doomed to fail. The arrival of Crebain of Dunland dampened everyone’s spirits but the thought of a bed at other side of the mountain cheered everyone up again. Especially because they thought it to be relatively easy trip. How wrong they were…

* This is Japanese. I speak only a little of it so I used a Japanese Dictionary. I apologise because I know that the sentence wasn’t formed correctly.

** Feawen means spirit maiden and I am referring to the fact that Legolas is trying to insult me by calling me a spirited maiden in an offensive way.


Chapter 4 - The Cruel Caradhras

Chapter Four- The Cruel Caradhras

Everyone climbed up the rocky mountain heavily, save Legolas and I who walked up it lightly. I found that I could walk on top of snow like an elf, another thing to puzzle me with. No-one had really attempted to talk to me throughout the whole trip for which I was glad. I had a lot to think about. One thing was attempting to relearn proper Elvish for when we came face to face with the Lorien Elves. I used to know it extremely well but other, more important, languages had pushed it out of my mind. In my bag, I had all my elvish language information but I couldn’t let Legolas or Aragorn see it or I would I lot of explaining to do. There were my decisions to make about where I went after Lothlorien. I prayed at every chance I got, to Iluvatar and the Valar. I thought that more appropriate, seeing I was in Middle Earth.
“…are not high yet; we are still far down, where the paths usually open all winter.” Aragorn said, snapping me out of my thoughts, making me more aware of the fast-falling snow.
“I wonder if this is a contrivance of the Enemy,” said Boromir, who seemed glad that I had given his voice back to him. “They say in my land that he can govern the storms in the Mountain of Shadow that stand upon the borders of Mordor. He has strange powers and many allies.”
“His arm has grown long indeed,” said Gimli, “if he can draw snow down from the North to trouble us here three hundred leagues away.”
“His arm has grown long,” said Gandalf sadly. The snow became a full fledged blizzard as we trampled on and it became almost impossible for the hobbits to go on. Mithrandir stopped us and we sheltered away from the storm. Boromir attempted to light a fire unsuccessfully before Mithrandir stepped in and lit it with magic.
As the fire died slowly it was decided that we would retreat but it looked impossible, as a high wall of snow was blocking the way.
“If Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you,” said Legolas.
“If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save us,” answered Gandalf. “But I must have something to work on. I cannot burn snow.”
Boromir, shooting self assured looks at me, put in his two cent worth, saying that Aragorn and himself could force a path for everyone else. The two men set off slowly, almost swimming. Legolas, a smile on his lips, watched them plod away before turning to the rest of the Company and declaring that only an elf can run lightly over grass, leaf and snow. He hopped forward lightly and grabbed my arm.
“Farewell!” he called back. “We go to find the sun”. And with that he ran off down the hill leading me after him. We passed the men quickly and carried on around the corner away from all sight. He came to an abrupt stop and stared at me accusingly.
“Where are you really from, Feawen?” he asked, almost angrily. “I have never seen or heard of any maidens that can fight better than a male. You lied to everyone back there and I want you to tell me the truth.” I then realised that he was angry as I weighed up my options. I had left all my weapons back with Gimli, all except a small dagger. If I told him the truth, he might not believe me and attack me. Not his nature but if he thought me to be a hindrance to the quest or evil he wouldn’t hesitate. I hated lying to people but it was necessary in this situation.
“I am from Lothlorien,” I replied finally, biting my lip. “I don’t know my real parents, I think they were killed when I was young. I travel around Middle Earth, I haven’t been to Lothlorien for a long time, which would explain why I have never been heard of. I was taught by many people how to fight, my whole life has relied on how good I can defend myself. The powers are self taught and inherited from my mother, I think. There, your highness, -I bowed sarcastically- are you happy now.” I turned away as tears came to my eyes but before he could say something the two men came into sight. We ran up to them and told them of the path ahead. They agreed to turn around and go back to the Company but Aragorn was not satisfied. He had seen my face, I had not been quick enough to hide my tears from him.
“What is the matter, Feawen?” he asked, concerned. He looked at Legolas almost expectedly until I assured him that it was just the storm that was making me feel a little on edge. I wished them well for on the way back before I ran over the snow, as fast as could, back towards the Fellowship. I had to get away from Legolas and Aragorn who could read me all too well. Legolas arrived not long after and reported to Gandalf what had been found, while avoiding me. ‘Good’ I thought, ‘Stupid elf’, forgetting that at the moment I was an elf as well. The men eventually turned up and after a quick discussion with everyone it was decided that the men would carry the hobbits down. Sam had climbed onto Boromir’s back and Merry onto Aragorn’s and they had started trudging through the snow. I knelt down next to Pippin and offered him a ride on my back. He looked at me with astonishment before eagerly putting his arms around my neck, because he was obviously tired of this mountain. I lifted him up and carried on treading over the snow after Aragorn.
“I hope I’m not too much of a burden for you, Lady Feawen,” asked Pippin, in his small voice.
“Don’t be silly,” I replied, “I can hardly feel you on my back. But I must ask that you do not call me Lady, just Feawen. I know how hard this quest is going to be for you, Periannath [Halfling]. Cormlle naa tanya tel’raa, mellonamin.”[Your heart is that of a lion’s, my friend]
“I do not understand your language although it is beautiful,” he said. “What did you say?”.
“She said that your heart is that of a lion’s,” called back Aragorn, who was ahead of us. “She also called you her friend”. He stopped for us to catch up to him, which was not hard. “Lady Feawen is correct, you are brave hobbit”. We walked in silence, Aragorn wading through the snow and myself gliding along the top of it.
“Mani marte?”[What happened], Aragorn asked. I didn’t understand what he was referring to and he must have seen the puzzled look on my face. “Legolas”.
“Ai, Legolas. Mankoi lle Irma sint ?”, [Ah, Legolas. Why do you want to know?] I replied, trying to get out of it.
“Amin dele ten’lle ar ho”, [I am worried about you and him] He said, smirking.
“Amin n’ruwa ta”, [I don’t doubt it] I said, smiling as well. “Ale’ lye tela sinome, Heruamin”.[After we finish here, my Lord]
“Do not call me that,” he said, his smile fading. “I do not wish to take that path”.
“You will, Estel, you must,” I replied, sombrely. “Lle mela Arwen, amin sinta [You love Arwen, I know]. Elrond will demand it of you.” He laughed then because he knew that. We walked on but he walked different now, like he had a powerful reason to go on. When we got to the end of the path he put Merry down onto the ground, removed Pippin from my back and put him on the ground next to him. He strode off to help Mithrandir and Gimli. Legolas was here already waiting for us but he was still avoiding my eyes. Pippin noticed the way Legolas was ignoring me but he said nothing. I knelt down to his level and put my face closer to his ear.
“I don’t think he is that happy with me,” I whispered, even through I knew Legolas could hear me. “He looks really grumpy”. Pippin glanced at him and started giggling quietly. “He should pour water over him to cool him off”.
“I have a better idea”, he whispered back. He pointed at the snow and pretended to roll some in his hands. Legolas had his back to us while we rolled lots of snowballs, but Merry saw and came over to help. I grabbed the top snowball, the biggest one, and chucked it at Legolas’s head. He turned around quickly with a menacing look on his face just in time to see the three of us deal the rest of the snowballs to his face and chest.
“Tampa tanya!” [Stop that!] he said, desperately. “Tanya awra!”[That hurts!] Just then Aragorn came around the corner to see the hobbits and I throwing snow at Legolas.
“Lle anta amin tu, Legolas?”[Do you need help?], said Aragorn, grinning.
“Aye, tua amin!” [Yes, help me!] he cried. Aragorn nodded and came up behind me and grabbed me around the waist. He pulled me over his shoulder and carried me over to Legolas.
“Kela, wethrinaer”, [Go away, deceitful one] I screamed, in jest. “Help me, hobbits”. All the hobbits stood there, shaking their heads, except Pippin who ran after Aragorn and pulled on his leg. Aragorn lost his balance and fell over bring me down with him. Pippin jumped on top of Aragorn and began punching him, not hard but still hitting him.
“Tua amin, Legolas!”, [Help me, Legolas!] Aragorn yelled to the Elf.
“Nay, I will not mess with an angry hobbit”, Legolas replied, grinning. Gandalf came around the hill and saw Pippin punching Aragorn, who was lying on top of me still.
“What is going on here?”, he bellowed, startling us all. We jumped up and stood there like naughty school kids caught pulling the legs off a small bug.
“Mithrandir, if you look to find the culprits, you should look to Legolas and Aragorn,” I said, innocently. “I have done no harm to anyone and am only a victim in their childish fight”. Legolas looked at me with distaste but Aragorn laughed and picked me up again.
“Innocent and victim are not the correct words to describe you, my Lady”, he said, as he buried me headfirst into the snow. Gandalf chuckled beneath his beard as did Boromir and Gimli.
“Come you scoundrels,” said the Wizard. “We should decide our new path”. We became serious again and sat down and held a council. I let my mind wander because I did not think they would ask me opinion.
“… your opinion, Lady Feawen,” Gimli asked. Oh, maybe I should have been listening.
“I beg your pardon, Gimli, what did you say?” I replied, a little embarrassed.
“What path do you think we should take now,” he said. “Our main choice is to go in the mines of Moria, it seems, all though the hobbits, Boromir and Legolas have no mind to. I was wondering your opinion, do you think it wise to look on the doors on Durin.” He looked at me hopefully, wanted me to agree with him. I knew we would have to and I did not fear the dark, all though I knew as an elf I should.
“We will walk over the bridge of Khazad Dum, whether or not I voice my opinion,” I said, addressing the whole fellowship. “But this I do say, your weapons will help you for all but a while. There are deep and dangerous things that dwell deep past the Doors of Durin but I will go on with the Company without fear.” We sat silently listening to the winds and deciding our thoughts.
“How the wind howls,” cried Aragorn, leaping to his feet. “It is howling with wolf-voices. The Wargs have come west of the Mountains!”. Gandalf commented that it was not wise to wait to the morning, so we moved to the top of the small hill. We sat around the fire, some dozing uneasily. The wolves circled around us and the captain strode forward, like he was commanding his pack to come.

Gandalf stomped up to him, holding his staff. “Listen, Hound of Sauron!” he called. “Gandalf is here. Fly, if you value your foul skin! I will shrivel you from tail to snout, if you come within this ring.” The wolf jumped forward but before he could attack, Legolas loosened his bow and the wolf lay dead with an arrow through his throat. The Wargs came closer and Gandalf ordered us all to draw our blades. I pulled ‘Mizutohi’ out of her sheath and lit the blade with a blazing orange flame. I charged for the wolf nearest to me and sliced its head off. All around me, the Fellowship were doing the same, all except Pippin who seemed to be having some trouble with the Warg he was fighting. I grabbed a handful of the fire on my blade and chucked it at the Wolf, who howled in pain as it singed his fur. Pippin brought his blade back and, with a lot of power for a small hobbit, sliced its head off. Suddenly a terrible voice rang through the deep air.
“Naur an edraith ammen! Naur dan i ngaurhoth!” Gandalf cried, as he threw a burning branch into the air. It flared like lightning and the tops of the trees burst into flames. Legolas shot his last arrow and the rest of the Wolves fled. The fire died down and dawn came into view slowly. We resolved to carry on to the doors hoping to reach them by sunset. Everyone was tired so there was not much talking. I often carried Pippin or Merry on my back, but both Sam and Frodo refused the lift no matter what I said. We found the Stair Falls and climbed them, all of us with a different heart. Gandalf pointed the Walls of Moria out to us but it was not heartening for any save Gimli and I. Curiosity had caught hold of me, I wanted to see the walls close up. As we walked closer everyone talked among themselves about different things. After Merry inquired where the doors where, Gandalf revealed the doors using the moonlight and a quick spell. Gandalf gave a quick explanation of the doors and the writing, while I rolled my eyes. I knew the password but I wasn’t going to say anything. Gimli was telling all about the history and Boromir was saying foolish things that he had no idea about. He was getting on my nerves, and no matter how mean it was, I was almost glad that he was to die. After a time Gandalf stood before the doors and said the spell he thought to be correct. After that didn’t work he repeated many other spells in different tongues. Then he threw his staff down in frustration and drew his hat over this face. I beckoned for Pippin to come over to me which he did fearlessly, although the other hobbits looked worried, they were still fearful of me.
“I know the password,” I whispered into his ear. “But I’ll let you say it. Go in front of the walls and say mellon”. He nodded and walked over to the walls. Everyone watched in amazement as Pippin said, in the strongest voice he could conjure, “Mellon”. The doors creaked open and we strode in. But then a tentacle came forward, which frightened our pony away, and grabbed Frodo around the ankle. Sam sliced away at the arm with his sword as many more tentacles flew out of the water. Gandalf yelled for them to run, which they did just in time. The doors slammed shut and we were left in darkness. I grabbed the nearest torch and blew on to it. I handed the lit flame to Aragorn who nodded his thanks. We sat down for food but I knew of the impending fight so I decided to prepare my weapons. I had a roll of material, which I unrolled to reveal the full extent of my weapons. I had a bow, a quiver of fifteen arrows and a dagger which were a set given to me by a friend when I was travelling. They were blue and green with silver edgings. I also had a place for my sword and my twin knives that were, at present, on my waist belt. The last item that I unwrapped was another knife, the same shape as my twin knives but with a lot more meaning to me. My parents, my adopting parents, gave it to me before I left home. The handle was exactly the same colour as my eyes and the blade was silver. Not just the colour, it was made of pure silver. There were many different coloured amethysts laced with silver set on the top of the handle. I picked it up fighting back the tears in my eyes. Suddenly I missed home, I missed my parents. Pulling myself together I grabbed the quiver of arrows and tied it to my back. The dagger I strapped around my thigh where it was made to go. I left my sword and twin knives where they were but added my single amethyst and silver knife. The less I had to carry in my hands the better. I levitated my luggage so it would follow me, a strange sight but necessary. We travelled for such a long time, I actually lost count of how long we had been there for. We did have near misses because the hobbits often went forward without thoughts of what could be ahead. We stopped for a rest but Pippin, being the curious hobbit he was, dropped a stone down the well next to us. Gandalf was extremely annoyed at this and punished him by making him take the first watch. While the rest settled down to sleep I stayed up watching with Pippin. We had formed a close friendship, despite our different races. He told me about The Shire, about its beautiful trees and fields. I was reminded of the forest near the Ngamawahine River where I was found…

~~“The two she-elves are terrified but at least the orcs are gone. One of the elves, the noble one, cradles her child to her as it cries. “Manke naa lye? [Where are we?]” asks her handmaiden, alarmed. “Lle merna aut? [Should we go]”. The noble elf places her child, a beautiful elven girl, next to the river and puts the ring and crown in the blanket with her. The handmaiden puts a roll of parchment in as well. “Lissenen ar’ maska’ lalaith tenna lye omentuva”, [Sweet laughter and light water till next we meet] says the beautiful noble elf-maiden. “Amin mela lle” [I love you]. She walks away crying. The handmaiden turns to follow the lady, just after a quick goodbye to me. “Namaarie, Elothwen. [Farewell, Star-flower maiden]*”~~

I was being shaken by two people now, hard. “Feawen, can you hear us?” I didn’t know who was speaking as I gasped for air. I could hear a deep voice asking for Aragorn and I was almost instantly joined by two more soothing presences. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, which relaxed me.
“Lady Feawen, can you hear me?” asked Aragorn, the owner of the hands.
“Aye, what happened?” I gasped, confused. He raised his eyebrows at Gandalf.
“You fainted and stopped breathing”, the Wizard said. “What do you remember?”
“I had a vision, but not of the future. It was of my past, my real mother.” I knew I had said too much. My past had to stay a secret until I worked it out. Aragorn and Legolas, who had come over when Pippin called for the Ranger, led me over to a bed and made me lie down. The ranger pulled some herbs out of his pouch and crushed it in between his fingers. He opened my mouth and dropped the herbs to the back of my throat Almost instantly I fell asleep.
When I awoke, Gandalf had already decided which way we were going to continue. My strength had renewed so much that I offered to carry the hobbits packs. After much persuasion they agreed, which I found amusing. Gimli sang a song about Moria in its past days and Gandalf explained about the history of mithril and Bilbo’s corslet. I saw Frodo fidgeted with something beneath his shirt.
“That will become useful tomorrow, Master Baggins,” I whispered. His eyes widened at my knowledge but he said nothing. We stopped for a rest, our feet were sore from much walking. One by one everyone fell asleep except for the one on guard. We woke up to a faint light pouring in from the east, a welcoming sight to everyone. After breakfast we walked on and on until we came to a room which had a tomb in it. On the tomb was written ‘Balin son of Fundin, Lord of Moria’.
“He is dead then,” said Frodo. “I feared it was so”. Gimli bowed his head. As we stood in quiet respect, Mithrandir found a book of Balin’s folk, their records of the past. As he read it out I felt prickling down my back, but I knew why. Suddenly ‘Boom’ came rolling through the hall. We ran at the same time as drawing our swords, to close the doors. A foot appeared from under the door and Boromir stabbed at it but his blade was thrown away. Frodo ran forward and took Boromir’s place in attacking. The doors broke and in poured many orcs. Legolas and I stayed back as our bows were our weapons while Aragorn, Boromir and the hobbits used their swords.
“Now is the time!” cried Mithrandir, as the orc numbers dwindled. “Let us go, before the troll returns!”


*This is actually a name, which all shall be revealed later on. But you will have to wait *evil laugh*.


Chapter 5 - Bridge of Khazad Dum and Lothlorien

Chapter Five – Bridge of Khazad Dum and Lothlorien

But before we could run, the huge orc had come. It was stronger than the orcs that we had battled before and it batted the men aside like flies. Before anyone could react, it thrust its spear and Frodo catching him in the chest, with the mithril was. Aragorn recovered and brought his sword down on the head of the orc, killing him.
“Now!” shouted Gandalf. “Now is the last chance. Run for it!”. Aragorn picked up Frodo and proceeded to run as the rest of us followed. Frodo protested saying he was well enough to walk, amazing everyone. They had thought he was dead. We were pushed forward by Mithrandir, while he stayed behind to jam the doors. He returned looking worse than Frodo did, he explained that the was something terrible behind us. Turning his attention to Frodo, he asked him how he was faring, considering he has thought he was dead. Instead of answering Gandalf, Frodo turned to me.
“How did you know, Lady Feawen?” he said, as everyone looked confused. “You said that it would save my life. How did you know?”.
“I have the gift of foresight, Frodo”, I replied, awkwardly.
“So you know the outcome of this quest?” asked Boromir. But before I could reply a fierce red light shone with great power. The drums started up again and smoke curled up into the air. Gandalf called for us to run as the arrows flew over our heads. Suddenly the bridge appeared before us giving new hope. But the arrows still came.

~~~“Legolas sees the bridge in view and runs. But he stumbles and the arrows pierce his chest and neck. No-one notices as the elf falls to his knees dying, no-one except Aragorn.”~~~

I looked and saw Legolas running towards the bridge, with a light heart. Then I saw the arrows coming, almost in slow motion. As I pounced towards the elf, I realised I had no idea what I was doing. I knocked him over and landed on top of him as the arrows hit me and I felt each one individually shock me. Five altogether. The first thing I thought was that this was definatly not a dream! Legolas had no idea what had happened as he got up until he pulled me up next to him. By the look on his face, he was about to growl me until he saw the arrows sticking out of my side and back.
“You took those arrows for me?” he asked softly. I nodded, biting my lip because I knew healing myself was not an option until we were out of the Mines. More orcs appeared us and Legolas set an arrow to his bow angrily, even though it was a long shot for his short bow. Before he even attempted to shoot, two trolls stomped their way out. He dropped his arrow and gave a cry of terror as the orcs moved aside to let a far worse creature approach.
“Ai, ai,” he cried. “A Balrog. A Balrog is come!”. Gandalf understood what had caused him much grieve before and commented on his lack of strength. Then he seemed to suddenly remember what to do and he commanded us to make our way over the bridge and up the stairs. The Balrog was followed us to the bridge, making the people in front next to go faster. As the fire creature came Gandalf stood his ground on the middle of the bridge.
“You cannot pass,” he said. “I am a servant of the Secret Fir, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pas. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass”. Although I knew what was going to happening, I didn’t want to see Gandalf fall. I slipped away from the company and made my way up the stairs towards Lothlorien. I killed a good number of the Orcs that stood in the way of the Great Gates so they would not hinder the Fellowship. Never stopping I ran with what was left of my energy towards the woods ahead. I crossed the stream of Nimrodel giving a quick prayer to Ulmo, the god of water in Middle Earth, as I passed through the trees. Trying to as quiet as I could I knew that I had been found out and that there were elves above me.
“Vedui’ Haldir o Lorien”,[Greetings, Haldir of Lorien] I called out. Suddenly someone jumped down from the tree in front of me, an arrow set to their bow pointing at me.
“Amin sinta lle?” [Do I know you] Haldir asked, frowning at me.
“Nay, ananta amin sinta lle!” [No, but yet I know you] I replied, smiling.
“Mani naa essa en lle?” [What is your name?] He said, looking worried. “Mani uma lle merna?” [What do you want?].
“My name and business is none of your concern, only the Lady Galadriel’s”, I replied, in the common tongue because my knowledge of Elvish didn’t go that far. “And I thought you would know to be but a little more respectful towards a lady.”
“I’m sorry, but I cannot allow you before the Lady until I know your name and business,” he said, lowering his bow a little bit. But that was all I needed. Whipping out my twin knives, I knocked his bow out of his hands and put the knives across his neck. Almost instantly six more elves leaped out with their bows drawn circling us.
“I did not want to have do that, Haldir” I said. “But I have little time to waste. Lead me there and I will not harm you.”
“What is your business,” he persisted. “Do you wish to harm them instead of me”.
“Nay, I wish only to ask advice on a matter that is greatly important to me,” I said, rolling my eyes. Still holding him hostage, I used my mind to talk to him through his mind, knowing he would think it has Galadriel.
“We know of her and we wish for her to be brought before us.” He thought about this for a moment before turning his attention back to the other elves.
“Vanne me” [Leave us], he commanded. They hesitated for a second before jumping back up the trees again.
“Will you release me now?” he asked me. “This is greatly uncomfortable”.
“You brought this on yourself,” I retorted. “You could have been polite and led me there but no you wished for the hard way.”
“Fine.” Silence. “I know you don’t want to tell me your name but do you have something I may call you as we walk”.
“I’m going to be honest with you, Haldir. I don’t know my real name. That’s why I’m here, to seek advice from Lady Galadriel. And to get her to back me up. I have been travelling with the Fellowship from Imladris ever since Hollin. Naturally they wanted to know where I belong but I do not know. I was outside my home praying when I fainted. I wake up and I am in Middle Earth. As for what you can call me, Legolas named me Feawen after I attacked him.” Haldir smirked at this before surprise took over.
“So you are not of this world? How did you get these then?” He said as he reached behind him to touch the tips of my ears. “Only an elf has these and if what you say is true, Lady Feawen -smirk- you should be a mortal”.
“You know as much as I know” I replied quietly. We walked in silence, me walking behind him with the knives around his neck. As we approached the gates, four more elves jumped out of nowhere and pointed their bows at me.
“Khila amin” [Follow me], Haldir said, waving the elves away. I figured that one act of trust deserved another so I released him and sheathed my knives.
“Diola lle” [Thank you], I said as I bowed.
“Now we must tend to your wounds before we go in” he said, reaching for an arrow. I had forgotten about them. I shook my head and jumped out of the way. I pulled each one carefully by myself, feeling the pain of each arrow ripping my skin, and put them in a pile. Blowing on the pile, I burned them into nothing. Then I blew a blue fire onto my hands and smoothed it over where the arrows had pierced me. The fire seeped in the holes closing them and healing me completely.
“Ta nae seasamin”, [It was my pleasure] he said, chuckling as we walked up the stairs toward the throne room. “Amin nauva auta yeste” [I will go first]. The guards opened the doors and we walked in. Galadriel and Celeborn sat serenely on their thrones, discussing something. She was radiant, beautiful and seemed to glow with a white light. Haldir stepped forward and bowed.
“Ahh.. we have been expecting you, mellonamin. I do hope you have not hurt our March Warden too badly”, said Galadriel, smiling.
“Only his pride, I fear, Arwenamin”[My lady], I replied, bowing as well.
Galadriel invited me to sit next to her and Celeborn left with Haldir. She asked me to tell her my story and tell her why I had come to her. I told her about everything from the moment I got to Middle Earth until there because I felt my past would need to be brought up at another time. She was interested in my powers and asked for a demonstration. I felt strange showing the most powerful elf in the world my powers but I did any way. I summoned a candle to my hands and blew it out. Then, letting it hover in midair I rubbed my hands together. When I opened them there was fire on my hands which I rolled into a thin thread and twisted around the candles wick. Then I clapped my hands and a thin stream of water flew out of the small bowl of water on the table and twisted itself around the wick putting the flame out. I looked at her expecting her to be nonchalant about it but she looked surprised. She asked me all the other things I knew, to which I told her about my mind powers and element control. Just before either of us could say anything Celeborn walked in, without Haldir. He sat down and after a few moments he nodded. I guessed that Galadriel had talked to him through her mind, I could of listened if I had wanted but would be rude.
“We must decide a name for you even if Feawen does suit you,” Celeborn said briskly. “You will need some more ladylike clothes as well.” I looked down at my clothes, a skirt (they needed to think I was a lady) and a sweatshirt, which were pierced with arrow holes. There was blood crusted on them, mine and the orcs.
“How well can you speak our language?” asked Galadriel.
“I know enough to pretend that I know it, but I would appreciate some help,” I replied. “What name do you think would suit me?”
“Feawen, does suit you,” said Celeborn, with an evil grin until Galadriel shot him a look. “But Miraina Meloithil will do for now.” Suddenly Galadriel stood gracefully and glided out the door.
“Khila amin”,[Follow me] She said to me. She led me down the stairs and through many corridors to a door. Nothing could prepare me for the sight of the room, when she opened the door. It was airy and expensive-looking. A four poster bed, a roman-loveseat styled sofa, drawers made of a dark wood, bedside tables of the same wood and a Japanese-style screen made up the beautiful furniture in the room. To decorate the room someone had draped silks and chiffons over the bed and sofa, scattered candles everywhere and hung up paintings of different events. My bags had already been put in this room. It reminded me of my room when I lived with my parents except this was up a tree. The Lady of the Golden Wood glided over to the wardrobe and began going through the dresses, searching for one that I would wear. While she did that, I removed my belt and weapons and put them in the empty wardrobe.
“I found it!” Galadriel exclaimed, showing me a violet gown, same colour as my eyes. The bottom and the sleeves flowed out, while the neck was high with a slice from the top of my neck to my chest, revealing a plum undershirt. I pulled my clothes off and slipped the gown on. The silver lacing on the slippers that Galadriel presented me, matched the lacing on the sleeves of the dress. She then opened a small wooden box that sat on the dresser and gently removed a silver and purple necklace and a matching ring. After I put them on, she stood back and admired her handiwork while smiling gently.
“I wonder if…,” she said, softly trailing off. “You wish to go and meet the fellowship?” I nodded because that was my intention. She placed her hand on my arm and led back out of the room, out of the corridors and down to the base of the trees. As we passed people, many people bowed to us. We stopped near an elven soldier who was slinging his quiver and bow over his shoulder. When he saw us he bowed and said “Aaye, Lady Galadriel. Vedui’ Melui Gwend.” I blushed and hid my face slightly.
“Don’t tease him to much, no matter what he says,” she said in my head. Then she turned her attention back to the soldier. “Celebnar, take Lady Miraina with you to deliver your message. She wishes to meet with the approaching fellowship and Haldir.” He bowed to Galadriel, then he turned to me and put his arm out. I linked my arm in his and started walking. Quickly I turned my head and winked at the Lady who laughed as she glided off.
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