The Tale Of Morfiwen

[Lady Melody]

Well, I enjoyed SO much fanfics that were submitted by others, and I believe that one good turn deserves another. So, I've managed to scrape something from scratch and hope that you'd love it (Forgive me if it's bad).... Here it goes...

Chapter one

It started strangely enough. Varda, the Valar who knows all of the Ea, wife of Manwe, the greatest of the Valars tells all to her husband and gave counsel when she deem it suitably but yet there is one she would not reveal until until the time came. Manwe was wise and let the matter be. Both had waited patiently for this particular event that have never occured before as their memories served them, which is long indeed. Finally, in the beginning of the Second Age, after the birth of Arwen Undomiel, who now is in her womanhood in the reckoning of the elves, she told Manwe a thing of secret and revealed all to him, except the things that would be done by her, since much of it was hidden from Varda herself by the Iluvatar.
“She would be the end of the beginning, and her final choice would determine the fate of all mortal, and immortal beings in Middle-Earth.” It was all that she said.
She was seen entering her chambers, and had asked to be left undisturbed until she wishes to, even her handmaiden was told to leave until were bidden. Then, after the endless wait, she summoned them in.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

:grin: ok! that's excellent... so contunue!! ;)

[Lady Melody]

I'm actually still typing back from what I've written roughly on paper, so, sorry for the delays...
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Varda the Valar looked upon the girl who now slumbers peacefully in a lovely bed in Valinor. The elves and all the other Valars surrounded the teenager whose face is in peaceful bliss, and questions rained within them.

“Why is she sent here?” an Elf Lord asked Varda respectfully.

“She was sent by the Iluvatar here for a purpose that I do not know and cannot reveal to you” Varda gazed upon the girl’s face. “I was told to send her to Galadriel, in Lothorian,” Varda said quietly.

“What? But what hast she done to earn this honour?”
“‘Tis not what has she done, but what will be done by her. She is blessed by the Iluvatar himself, and what we are told that many sorrowful days will be upon her, and that she must be held in great respect. For she is the Chosen One, and her name shall be Morfiwen.” With that, she held up her hands upwards, and a flash of blue light glowed around the girl, Morfiwen and then, she disappeared.

[Lady Melody]

Lothorian is a beautiful place, serene and peaceful, such was the home of the elves in Middle Earth. The mallorn trees had shed its leaves, leaving room for shoots of new green leaves and Eleanor, which now grew, all over the forest of Lorien. The floor was inlaid with golden leaves that had fallen from the trees. Lady Galadriel sat in great silence and concentration, when suddenly a bright blue light was set on one of the benches. There laid a human maiden, laid as if she was sleeping soundly, oblivious to everything around her.
“Care for her, as she will shape the future of Middle-Earth. Heed my words, and all will be well. Tell not of her to the outside world, known only of the elves in Lorien.” an image of Varda, as Lady Galadriel recognized from her past as one of the eldest surviving elves in Middle-Earth. She knew then, the maiden was laid there for a purpose, and she immediately summoned her maidens.
“Mallome!”
“Yes, my lady,” a lovely blonde-haired elf-maiden hurried to Lady Galadriel’s bidding. She was shocked to see a human maiden laid on one of the wooden benches in Lothorian.
“Take her to one of the rooms nearest to mine, I now entrust her to your care. Summon all that you need, in my name.” Lady Galadriel then walked near towards the girl. “And summon also, my beloved Celeborn, we have much to discuss…” Mallome, a bit flustered, immediately ran off to do what she was asked, and also by the honour of being entrusted the care of a special being, while questions ran through her mind. How did she arrive, as none could come without the he-elves knowing? Who is she? What purpose is she here? She decided that whoever the girl is, ‘tis not hers to know until Lady Galadriel chose to tell.
“What is amiss, and why do you call for haste?” Lord Celeborn asked his wife, in the study room of Lorien.
“ A matter of concern have revealed itself,” Lady Galadriel had a frown on her face.
“Would you not tell the purpose afore this matter is taken more seriously?” he was puzzled by Lady Galadriel’s change of behaviour. She told him about her encounter in the gardens, and the sudden appearance of a maiden in the elven place.
“She appears to be of the Second Born, but I feel that she is not what she seems to be,” she said softly.
“I will tell of the matter to the elf lords immediately,” he nodded in agreement, and went off. Lady Galadriel gazed nonchalantly out of the window, in deep thought.
A few weeks have past after the mysterious girl came into the elves of Lorien’s care. She stirred not, but remained in deep slumber, oblivious to anything that’s happening around her.. Sometimes, she cried out something that cannot be comprehended by the elves, as they sounded of a strange language. Lady Galadriel, knowing elves curiosity, had ordered that the girl should be left alone and tended only by Mallome, and herself. This of course raised many questions which she and Lord Celeborn would not answer, and of confidential matter, until the time comes. The handful of elves who knows of her existence were sworn of secrecy, and the sleeping maiden slept, undisturbed of the outside word, in Lorien.
In the nature of the elves, they even made a song for her, simple as it may be but only sung when they are with their kind with discretion;

Brown yet fair, with dark brown hair
Let the fires burn, lands laid bare
Blissful be peaceful times, or shadows seep everywhere
Hey eyes opened not, her lips sealed shut
None did she sees, not a word was whispered
And none knows not the very day
That she would awaken, in fair Lorien

By that way she was remembered, and they wondered still of her name and origin, but her name would be later known as “Sleeping Maiden” to the elves of Lorien, as they named her while her true identity is yet to be revealed.

[Lady Melody]

Well, here's the continued material..

Two ages have past, the One ring was forged, found, lost and then found again to be unmade, the fellowship was formed and broken, many rose and fell in war, and the Third Age ended, and the Fourth just began until one day in Spring, when the Elanors bloom, along with nephrondil, when Lady Galadriel was weary and wished to leave to the West, that she decided that maybe it was time. Her thought proved true as she suddenly found herself, one night a sign was given to her;

She was in Valinor, the blessed realm, and her eyes stung with tears of the beauty of her surroundings, Nothing ever withered or sickened there, and none stained the ever lovely things that grew there, and then she saw Varda, and called her name in Elven words, and she looked at her with an expression that no words could describe, as was her beauty, where the light of Iluvatar shone on her face and she told her softly;
“Thy wait shall be no more.”

And she understood. Her wait was at end. Bilbo, much to her concern was getting older and would not last longer, beyond any help from her, and Frodo, the ring-bearer also who was ailing from his perils in Mordor when he was on his quest accompanied by Sam.
“Finduil!” An elf of the accustomed blonde hair rushed in.
“She is ready, summon Gandalf, the head of the White Council, Lord Elrond. Of Imladris and find Legolas formerly of Mirkwood, although I believe he is now in Ithilien with some of the wood elves who followed him there.” The elf nodded, understanding his purpose and set of after taking counsel of Lord Celeborn. He had known of his lady’s wait for the sign, and he told Finduil;
“Tarry not but make haste, as the lady in our care…” he said, meaning the Sleeping Maiden, ”...cannot wait any longer, and so do our friends,” meaning Bilbo in Rivendell.
Lord Elrond departed immediately after he received word and the explanation from the scrolls Lady Galadriel sent him, along with his son Elrohir, and arrived soon after as he set off. Gandalf was also informed and rode Shadowfax in haste to Lorien. Finding Legolas and Gimli was more difficult, but both were found camping together near the woods of Mirkwood, intending to visit King Thuranduil but turned their paths to Lothlorien none the less. The Lord and Lady of the Galadhrim welcomed all of these guests. A council was organized soon after the last arrival of Legolas formerly of Mirkwood, now of Ithilien and Gimli, of the caves of Anglaron.
The morning was clear, but autumn was near at hand as leaves began to turn from their lovely green colour into golden brown. All the respective invited guests were there, along with a few other lords of elves, two from Lorien, and Faeglor from Mirkwood, younger brother of Legolas. Lord Celeborn, Lord of Lorien, takes his place as head of the ceremony and headed the council.
“We are here to determine the fate of the Sleeping Maiden who dwells here in Lorien, and Lady Galadriel will tell you of her tale,” he gestured towards his wife, the lady. She told them of the account when she found the Sleeping Maiden, and her meeting with the most powerful lady valar, Varda, telling also of her dreams.
“She sleeps peacefully, needing no care at all, but for caution of her awakening.”
“Lady, in what way will she be of help in the lives of the beings in Middle Earth?” Gimli asked, politely in the dwarf fashion.
“What her purpose may be, I do not know, only that her being is pure, and her mind, unreachable by my means.”
“May I see, for myself, the very lady you speak of?” Gandalf spoke. Lady Galadriel hesitated a moment, but she nodded softly and agreed.
“You may, although none more we can do. Only the remnants of the fellowship, Elrond, and my lord may follow,” she sensed the curiosity and the doubt in the minds of the members of the council. Lord Celeborn, understanding his wife, spoke;
“You are not being discriminated, nor removed from our trust. We feared harm that might be done, if we let many see her, and also the wrath of the Valars. Gimli son of Gloin is allowed, as he is of the fellowship, and he has proved himself true, worthy as he is you may be. His life has been intwined by fate to be here, and he shall be,” he feared more strife, and regardless of Sauron defeated, he was not to allow it to happen again.

[Elven Daughter]

I luv it. I actually am writing a story a bit like this on another site, but the main character isn't asleep or anything. She is the secret daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn. Luv the story

[Lady Melody]

Thanks =)

They were lead to what seemed like a long walk from one talan or flet to another. Finally, in the most hidden place of the dwelling of the Galadhrim, they arrived at a heavily guard but somehow modest house amongst the treetops. Lord Celeborn led them all inside. As expected, a human maiden was laid as if in deep sleep, her hands on her side, and her face in utter bliss. An elf maiden, Mallome was standing at her bedside, gave her respects to her lord and lady.

“She cried something, my lady” she said worriedly.

“Do tell, as I wish to know,” Lady Galadriel said in concern.

“She was whispering, for someone to leave her alone,” Lady Galadriel merely nodded and looked at Gandalf. He understood, and went towards the bed.

“A mortal female? How long has she slept in this manner?”

Lady Galadriel gave an expressionless and hesitant look, “She came but 200 years after Arwen’s birth,” her voice was one who was doubtful and curious, yet sure of the things that has become.
Gandalf was naturally shocked.

“For two ages long? Then she is not fully of the Edain.” His voice was a bit shaky, in shock.

“We can awaken her, as only she can give us answers, as it seems,” Lord Elrond said after a moment of silence. “How we will accomplish it, I do not know. Even if one searches all of elven lore in Rivendell for 100 years one cannot tell the way to awaken a mortal maiden who sleeps ages long and did not awaken, nor age,”

Silence suddenly engulfed all of them. Each and every pair of eyes within the room searched the maiden thoroughly.

“There is one way yet,” Gandalf had regained his sharp mind and looked upon the maiden’s face with a wizard’s curious abandon and wisdom. “We have not attempted to use the rings,” the bearer of the Ring Of Fire spoke.

“The power of our rings were not made for awakening of sleeping maidens, be she mortal or not. But it may succeed, heeding of your counsel Mirthrandir, if we attempt it.” Lady Galadriel agreed with Gandalf.

Lord Elrond frowned, but finally agreed. “I see no other way, then in your counsel I trust,” he moved slowly and gracefully walked towards the bed, along with Lady Galadriel. Lord Elrond took his place at the end of the bed, while Lady Galadriel opposite side of Gandalf. And they summoned their ring’s power, the Eldars whispering elven words or Nordor which not many remembered nor understood and the Maia also, chanting all he knew of many incantations that he knew of. A white glow emanated from the bed, and surrounded the three bearers of the elven rings. The eyes of the spectators stung, and they could see no more until a cry came out of the maiden, who now sleeps no more;

“Mama!”

It was dark, very dark, it’s suffocating her. There’s nothing, cursed nothingness. She wildly struggled, trying to grope something, or at someone, just to get her away from the darkness, far away from it. She suddenly saw a red, fiery eye, laughing at her, searching her, wanting to destroy her. She ran, or somehow, she cared not the means, gotten away from it. Then a small blue glow appeared,, it was beckoning her to follow it. She wanted to refuse, but she doesn’t have a choice, and she held up her right hand and tried to grab hold of it.

“Mama!” She swore under her breath, she was sitting upright on her bed, most likely it was in the wee hours in the morning, considering the fact that it was one of the weirdest dreams she has yet to date. “Gotta really quit obsessing over the damn Lord Of The Rings ****. It’s getting out of hand.” She looked to her right, wanting to look at the clock hung at the wall of her room. The her head felt unbelievably dizzy, and she rubbed her aching head, which felt like a dozen hammers using her head as nails trying to get hold of herself. She groaned.

“Oh, my achin’ head.”

Wait a minute, something is terribly wrong.

She noticed that the bed she was in was strange, and that she was wearing a nightgown of some kind, and also that there were people surrounding her bed. Two at her sides, one funny looking old man at the end of her bed, and others were curiously looking at her with searching eyes. Then it hit her, that other than the old man at her bed, there were all not actually human.

“Oh, my God.”

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The girl looked around at first with sleepiness, normal for a mortal maiden after a long restful sleep, and then she complained, in the common speech, of her head. She then realized that she was not alone, and she muttered again in the common speech.

“Oh, my God,” both her eyes were widened in shock, and she looked very lovely indeed, although not as beautiful as the elves that now studies her with great interest. Her expressive eyes were dark brown in colour, although can be easily mistaken for black, as her hair, which is long down her back. Her skin was flawlessly smooth for a human, but with a strange yellowish and brown tint to it, which was never before found in any races in Middle Earth and never after. She hasn’t high cheekbones, which oft marked great beauties in many races, but she was lovely enough, and she looked lovely indeed to all who see her, and Legolas, along with Elrohir, wanting a closer look, stepped beside Lady Galadriel at the bed and studied her.

He appealed to her, for some reason, it may be as he is the closest to her reach and took hold of his ear when he sat down to look eye to eye with her. She touched the pointed part of his ear and tugged lightly at it, and to give Legolas credit, he didn’t even flinch, but let her explore his face and ear while she calmly, with an expressionless look studied him. He in turn studied her with his eyes and saw the innocence and confusion that somehow lived within her, and developed a fondness of her, and a protective nature for her which he found disturbing. Lord Elrohir, along with Lord Elrond and Gandalf found it rather amusing. Lady Galadriel retained her expressionless look and watched the Sleeping Maiden, who now turns her attention from Legolas towards Gimli, who caught her eye. She now looked utterly confused.

“You are safe,” Legolas said assuringly to her. His clear blue eyes met her bewildered eyes, but to no effect.

“Elves and dwarves?” she squeaked. Then, after what seemed a mess to her later, she said more calmly “Where the heck am I?”

“You are now in Lorien, House of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel of the Galadhrim.” Gandalf replied.

“What is your name? Who are you, child?”

She instinctively looked upon Lady Galadriel, who smiles kindly at her. She felt a great lump of tears in her throat, and adding to her current weight of shock, she replied,

“I don’t know. I don’t know. All I know that this isn’t my home, I want to go home, and… and… I don’t know.” She had uttered it out loud and she curled herself into a protective ball trying to get hold of herself. Mallome begged to Lord Celeborn;

“Leave the child to my care, my lord. She is distressed as she is,” kneeling to him. Lord Celeborn spoke to his wife;” Lady, the child is distressed as she is, leaving her to heal would be wise.” Lady Galadriel nodded softly.

“Mallome is wise to believe so, let the child be, as no more could be done here,” and she beckoned everyone else to leave, and they did so reluctantly. Legolas was the last to leave, ignoring Mallome glaring at him, making a point that she was annoyed, although he tried to comfort the Sleeping Maiden.

[Pil]

I'll copy this into word and read it in bed tonight...i've finished all the books i have at the mo and so i have more time to read fanfics...this is the next on my list so here is go!

*pil copies down the story and prints it out*

:)

[Lady Melody]

Chapter 2:

“She has awakened, at least for the time being” Gandalf said at the council, “We can ask no more of her, as she is still distressed, and if patience was needed, this was where it shall be put.”

“I still could not believe that she is older that many living beings living in Middle Earth,” Gimli scratched his beard “including myself and one who does not age? This is strange indeed,” he was already used to elven ways, which are of course different from dwarves but this was an exception of him.

“She has slept most of it away, and her mind and ways will be of the age when she first slept, and then we shall know of her origins, and maybe, her name.” Lord Elrond spoke, which none dared to deny.

“Then the council will be continued, when the Sleeping Maiden is ready,” Lord Celeborn said in finality.
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Two days has past hence she first awakened. She was allowed to walk as she please, as long as Mallome was to come with her which she was more than happy to let. She had many questions, and Mallome answered as she can, and reported back to Lady Galadriel of her progress. Finally, she was fit to join the secret council, which was now continued.

“I…I…”she inhaled deeply,” I hope you won’t mind, but I’ve got…well…I had this dream yesterday, and I don’t know if you mind me telling,” she said shyly.

“You may continue” Lord Celeborn gave way.

“Last night… I had this dream… There was this really beautiful lady, although I don’t think she’s an elf, well, anyways, she’s like has this some sort of light coming from her face…on the other hand, I’m not exactly particularly worried about her face…uh, she called me by a name.” She blinked nonchalantly, and her expression was suddenly of one who was deep in thought and unattached to her body, and the frowned.

“She called me, Morfiwen.”

“Elbereth…” Lady Galadriel said in reverence. The rest of the elves did the same, in respect of the Valar, including Gandalf. Even Gimli paid his respects, leaving Morfiwen, again, confused.

“To be honest, this stuff is getting weirder and weirder.”

Then they began to question her, and she found herself being rained with questions, which she replied mostly to no avail, and her most frequent answer was “I don’t know”. She was later dismissed, and returned to Mallome’s care while they continued.

“She knows nothing that would aid us, even of her own purpose,” Gimli said gruffly.

“If we cannot see her purpose, as much as she can, then we must aid her” Gandalf said, glaring at Gimli.

“There is no evil in her heart that I know of, she is pure as she is innocent,” said Lady Galadriel.

“Then aid her we shall, as the decision of the council.” Lord Celeborn declared, with agreement from all of the council. “In what way we could.”

“She still knows nothing, and many things are still new to her. She knows not her past, nor her future, and if the task that she was to accomplish is grievous indeed, then help would be needed for her.” Elrohir, son of Lord Elrond spoke.

“I will guide her.” Gandalf said calmly. The rest of the council looked at him with respect, “There are still many books of lore in Isengard, still unstained by Saruman’s evil hand. They still have use, and she will have much to ponder about.”

“There is also many that she could learn in Imladris, to reflect on what should be done.” Elrohir said, “She was given to the elves of Lorien, and why not she be kept by our hands, only in Imladris?”

“Mirthrandir is the head of the White Council, and he is wise, and aided us through many perils, and she will be in no better hands, my son,” Lord Elrond warned his son.

“Then it is decided. She will go to Isengard, where she will make use of the lore of the wizards under the tutoring of Mirthrandir. And then, will she go to Imladris. The council have ended.” Lord Celeborn ended the debate, and surrendered the care of Morfiwen from his care, to Mirthrandir. Legolas was silent while the council that day was held.

[Pil]

This is great Chibi! Another one i'm hooked on....must read all stories...must read all stories.... lol

:thumbs: Great girl! :p

[Lady Melody]

Thank you ^_^

[Lady Melody]

A feast was held to honour the guests and the Sleeping Maiden who has finally woken after sleeping ages long, at last in Lorien. That is why, she was standing in front of a large standing mirror, being helped to dress by Mallome who refused to be led to leave her to dress herself. She was wearing a long white floor length dress with long sleeves, made out of a shimmering white material of some sort and her hair was let loose, with a shimmering net of tiny well cut diamonds was pinned on the back of her head. She looked equal to any elf-maiden and innocence glowed radiantly from her being.

Legolas was the first to set his eyes on her when she came to the hall of the Lord and Lady of Lorien. He was flabbergasted as any, as she had transformed from a sweet mortal child, just gone into womanhood, into one of equal beauty to Lady Arwen Undomiel, and Luthien. She knew no one there, and she looked vulnerable and shy that provoked Legolas, against his better judgement to come to her aid.

“My lady, are you well?” he asked politely with concern. Morfiwen turned to his face, and recognition came to her mind.

“Hey, aren’t you the elf I saw when I woke up?” she was apologetic,” Sorry if I annoyed you or something, for some reason I don’t know why, I just had to make sure that I was actually seeing something real, you know,” she smile, embarrassed by herself. “I’m such an idiot, am I?”

Legolas laughed and said “No harm has be done, and it is you who was to many a concern to be tended upon.” He gallantly kissed her hand, and led her away from the stairs where elves are socializing, to her place beside him and Gandalf, who sat beside Lord Elrond. Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel sat at the end of the long table.

“I guess it was kinda rude of me when we first met, but I sort of like don’t even know your name.”

“Forgive me for my rudeness, my lady,” he said rather humbly. “My name is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood and Lord of the elves of Ithilien. We have but recently moved near Minas Trith in Gondor, as King Elessar is an old friend of mine.”

“Oh, to be honest, I dunno my true given name, but I was told that the name given to me in my dream, is mine to use. I’m Morfiwen, and the title Lady is highly questionable in my case,” at that remark, Legolas laughed and offered her a dish of some sort of elven cooking, which is, as he had told her, delicious.

He charmed her throughout the feast, and even Gandalf, who was usually grim, humoured her and she had immensely enjoyed the company of the elves. When it was time to it, she found herself happily eating her fill, while listening to the jests of Elrohir who sits opposite of her and Legolas, who were contesting against Elrohir on getting her attention, which amused Gandalf greatly.

“The forests of Mirkwood holds ownership of the most wondrous of trees, and they are old, although not as old as Fangorn, or Treebeard, as he is known in the common speech. It may seem dark and forbidding, but they hold in hiding the wonders of nature,” Legolas described enthusiastically about his childhood home.

“Aye, that may be, but the valley where the elves of Imladris lives as I have said, is keeper to the lore of elven, and human lore since the Firstborn first came to Middle-Earth. There, you shall find the greatest store indeed for any who wishes to learn…”

“And you believe that Lady Morfiwen wishes only to see nothing but learn pages of old and nearly forgotten tales. She should learn to love the beauty of our gardens and such, not to merely…”

“Nay, she will see the beauty of Imladris, although the beauty of Lorien surely surpasses it,” he said in respect, which Lord Celeborn nodded but wisely kept out of the debate. Morfiwen, overwhelmed by the friendliness of the elves, could barely catch up to them. She felt a little scared and she knew that somehow, she doesn’t belong where she is, but there is a familiar feeling to Lorien, which is no surprise since she did slept there for a long time, of which she has no memory of, but she forgot, for a little while, her worries and enjoyed herself.

“I would certainly love to see it all, if I ever get the chance!” she said cheerfully. ”Why you elves bother about me I’ve no idea, but whatever it is, I’ll do it, to repay all your kindness.” Wow, gal, where’d yer learn your manners and all? The words just slipped out of your mouth. Good God. And she smiled. Gandalf spoke to her; “There is often more to many than meets the eye” at this remark, he smiled as if to a fond memory “and that is not revealed to you yet.”

After that, beating Elrohir, Legolas gallantly offered his service to Morfiwen to another room for socializing and dancing, since many are eager to speak to her, especially the elves of Lorien that was allowed by the Lady to see her.

“If times let be all other dwellings of the elves fail, then Lorien shall be the last to be pure,” he assured her, sensing her anxiety and a little stiffness. She met many elves, and he was right, they were just very happy as if a most beloved person had fallen into some sort of coma for years, and she had finally conscious enough to be let off the life-support system. She shared this sentiment with Legolas, who looked at her in confusion and told her;

“I know not the strange words you say, lady, but if they cause any distress…”

“Nah, don’t worry, it’s just something that slipped out of my mouth. I do that sometimes…I think” and she remained somehow thoughtful for a while. Then the elven musicians started the music, and the room began to be merrier as they danced and sang the night away…

“Lady, have you a song to sing for us?” a Lorien elf asked her loudly. The rest of the room began to cheer for her, asking her to sing a song.

“I’m not much of a singer, really,” she said shyly, uncomfortable of the attention. Legolas urged her on but told her if she didn’t want to sing, she could say no. Morfiwen sighed.

“Well, there’s this one song I knew, but don’t tell me I didn’t warn you” Considering that not all humans are gifted with a great voice, including me, I can probably sing decently of the tune, and leave it be then. It’s not like they’re not used to an out of tune voice once in a while anyways, I hope.

Many nights we pray
With no proof anyone could hear
And our hearts a hopeful song
We barely understood
Now we are not afraid
Although we know there's much to fear
We were moving mountains long
Before we know we could
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
In this time of fear
When prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seems like the summer birds
Too swiftly flown away
And now I am standing here
My heart's so full I can't explain
Seeking faith and speaking words
I never thought I'd say
There can be miracles
When you believe (When you believe)
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve (You can achieve)
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
They don't always happen when you ask
And it's easy to give in to your fear
But when you're blinded by your pain
Can't see your way safe through the rain
Thought of a still resilient voice
Says love is very near
There can be miracles (miracles)
When you believe (When you believe)
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve (You can achieve)
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
You will when you believe
You will when you believe
Just believe
You will when you believe

Mariah Carey & Whitney Houston – When You Believe.


She didn’t sing the song too properly though, the singers vocals, two of them, she somehow knew are beyond some of her reach, so she sang what she could and hope that she wouldn’t be removed from the room for bad singing. Instead, the elves loved the song and enthusiastically demanded her to sing and teach them how to sing it as it should be, and they got it right after a few times. She was instantly a hit with the elves, and it still embarrassed her when she walked around and they called her Manwen, or Blessed Lady, since the song was mainly about hope. She loved the song, and it did disturb her that she doesn’t even know why and where she had first heard it.

She didn’t know when she did finally went back to her room, this time escorted by Elrohir, but all she knew that she slept happily and was happier than she’d ever been, or remember, regardless of the fact that Mallome secretly worried that her charge would sleep and not awake again.

[Pil]

This continues to be absolutely fab Chibi! :thumbs:

It's a lovely read and well written...all the little flavours of the personalities of the different people...tasters of the different places in Middle-earth... :)

PLEASE keep writing and posting....that was a great installement... :read:

p.s. I love that song too! :p

[Elven Daughter]

Tres tres TRES bien!!!! Great job!

[Lady Melody]

ARGHHH!!! *freaking out* I got the timeline incorrect...
Okay, sorry... it's actually on the THIRD age.... anyways... mecry mecry mecry mecry
Well, *sniff*... sorry for the blunder!

The next day was a sunny day, as normal as it could be and it was near autumn. She walked alone in the gardens, slipping past poor Mallome, who was greatly relieved when she saw her wake up to see another day yet again, and rested in one of the rooms in her talan, because she had watched Morfiwen sleep and noticed every single movement or change, so worried she was that her charge would not wake again, and took her well-deserved rest as she went on her way exploring Lorien, promising Mallome that she would be careful.

As she was sitting under what she had decided her favourite mallorn tree, she heard a very distinctive “Thwang!” that stirred her curiosity. She followed the continuous sound only to find Legolas with a bow and a quiver of arrows hitting a target with lethal accuracy. Apparently, she was actually just beside the tree when she came out, and to Legolas’s horror, he saw the small white-clad figure in the way of his just released arrow and he cried;

“Lady, get out of the…” he didn’t get to finish. Morfiwen was just as shocked as Legolas when she saw the arrow coming straight at her. The next thing she knew, while she was calmly trying to evaluate the situation but she never had imagined that she had actually, in the very last minute, caught the arrow with her bare hand, and stared at it. She was suddenly numbed, and dumb. Legolas was utterly flabbergasted, no words could describe enough his astonished at Morfiwen’s ease of catching the arrow. Not even the most skilled of archers or warriors could accomplish this feat, even with his immortal life, and here was an obnoxious mortal child-woman who woke up after sleeping for two ages long, who done it in front of his very eyes, and was currently white as sheet herself.

“Morfiwen, are you well?” he said with concern. Morfiwen was still stupefied. He cupped her face made her look at his clear, blue eyes. He scanned her face, it was blank, and in shock. Then, she blinked, and life came back to her dark brown eyes.

“Uh, I…I… I’m fine. Did I…Did I just do that? I mean, catch this arrow?” she squeaked, able to speak at last.

“You were in danger, and now in shock. You awoke but for a few days, and you must not walk without one to protect you,” for some reason he could not explain, he felt a sudden feeling of protectiveness, and anger at himself, for putting her in danger. “I will escort you back to your dwelling-place,” he gently held her hand, which sent some signals to his spine and was somehow fine to his touch, but Morfiwen gently shook her head.

“No, don’t. Mallome will fuss all over me again, she’s been like that for days now, and I think she’d getting over it, I don’t think I’ll hibernate again. And besides, I wanted to see what’s been thwanging around here, the sound that I heard. I’m fine, really,” her voice was a little shaky, but she was sure of what she was asking for.

“If you are sure,” he nodded hesitantly, but the thought of teaching her of archery, a skill he was certainly proud of, appealed to him. He wasn’t to take any chances that might harm her, and he thought that to teach her to protect herself, the Valars help that the need would never be, would be wise indeed.

“It is archery, to shoot an enemy far as one can shoot,” he told her.

“I see, may I try?” she asked calmly, but barely hiding the eagerness inside.

“It might not be wise to do so…and yet”

“Please?” She pleaded her case until he relented and nodded.

” I will first show you how one do it,” and he showed her the stance and the manner which he held the bow and arrow, plus how to aim. She was instantly absorbed in the lesson, while Legolas was somehow finding himself absorbed in his pupil.

“Now do as I had instructed you to do,” and to emphasize and correct her stance, he went on with her, behind her, holding the bow and arrow with his hands as well and hers, and since he was taller, he looked down on Morfiwen’s small frame, and saw with affection her full concentrated face staring at her target, the tree he has been shooting, and oblivious to the fact that Legolas was actually too close for comfort. Legolas had not expected this at all, he felt close and yet apart from her, and that Morfiwen feels right in his arms, even though he is actually only teaching her how to stand properly.

“Now what?” He snapped back into reality at Morfiwen’s questioning tone. He stepped back rather reluctantly from Morfiwen and crossed his arms.

“Now aim at the tree I have shot with that arrow,” he pointed at the spot” and release,” she aimed, and shot. It bounced off a branch and got itself lost in some bushes.

“Uh, sorry about that, I’ll…” Legolas shook his head.

“Nay, try again, I will pick those arrows later, “he hushed her protests, and she continued. She had her bad points, like reaching for the sky and actually killing an innocent leaf, but she finally got somewhere near the target when Gandalf walked into them, interrupting her lessons, but fortunately out of range.

“Mirthrandir, what brings you here?” Legolas cried, as he noticed Gandalf first.

“She has barely awakened for but a few days, and yet you let her indulge in the art of fighting foes already?” he questioned grimly.

“It’s my fault, I mean, I’m the one who wanted to learn actually, uh, Grandfather,” The name somehow did not quell the old wizard’s concern yet provoked his anger.

“You must not do such as it again, as you will need to be in good health since you will journey soon,” Gandalf said in his no nonsense voice.

“Journey? Am I going anywhere? I’m not really sure I want to,” she said hesitantly. Gandalf’s face softened.

“All shall be explained to you child, now go to the study room of Lord Celeborn, and stray not elsewhere,” he told her kindly.

“Okay, if you say so…Grandfather,” Gandalf decided to let it go past him. Morfiwen fled where she was told to go. Legolas then turned to Gandalf.

“You know it is unwise for her to learn skills of war now, she seems…delicate as a flower, and yet there is steel in her still,” Gandalf told Legolas, and sighed. “There is much for her to learn, as it is.”

“I feel it too, and I have witnessed it, Mirthrandir,” Legolas told Gandalf of the incident which had led to his lessons of archery to Morfiwen. He smoked his pipeweed while listening and walking with Legolas, deep in thought. The thought of Legolas might be joking with him is not to be taken account, as Legolas does not joke easily in this matter, and as he had foreseen earlier, there is many which is more than the eye, especially it seems when it come to her.

“She will go with you to Isengard to be taught, and yet I find it strange,” Legolas said.

“It is true, she shall be the first sorceress, or witch of the White Council, under my tutorage, as time is too short for her to be an apprentice. We may have won the battle, as we have many times before, but the war against the darkness is still here.”

[Bess the Bard]

This is quite exciting and well done. I especially like the last sentence--"We may have won the battle, as we have many times before, but the war against the darkness is still here." It brings to mind Galadriel's comment about "fighting the long defeat." So melancholy and yet heroic. Good job.

[Lady Melody]

I used up my internet prepaid and I had to wait until today to pay and able to go online again... mecry Oh, well... here's next!

Lady Galadriel, Lady of Lorien, sat on her chair holding a fine bound book that was inscribed with the name Morfiwen. It was to be her gift to her, other than another object of power, which has been given to her again, in another dream from Varda to Morfiwen. She sighed softly, remembering when Morfiwen had first been entrusted under the care of the elves of the Galadhrim. She was one of the reason why they had withdrawn in seclusion, and she has been well hidden and kept safe for thousands of years.

“Uh, hello? Lady Galadriel, Gandalf told me to go here to see you for something,” she said, her bright eyes revealed her nervousness.

“Come child, sit near me,” she gestured at a chair that had been deliberately place for her. “We have much to discuss.” She obediently sat down and looked at her, with ease, again, for some reason that she can’t explain, since Lady Galadriel is one amazing lady to her estimation.

“What’s going on?” she forced a smile. “Old Grandfather told me that I’d be on some sort of journey.” Lady Galadriel’s lips twitched at her reference of Mirthrandir as “Grandfather” and she hope that he would not find it a discomfort to him.

“Ah, Mirthrandir, or Gandalf in the common tongue. He spoke the truth indeed, you shall go along with him to Isengard.” Isengard? Where or when have I heard that before…ach, must be cause I’ve heard it in my sleep or something and it’s embedded somehow in my head.

“For what?”

“To learn under his guide. This is great indeed, as you shall be with the head of the White Council, and he is very wise.” She told her rather maternally.

“Uhuh, so I get to do magic?” Galadriel laughed softly, her laughter a music to all who hears it.

“It is as humans term it, but we elves surely live it,” she smiled.

“Okay…but may I ask you something?”

“Ask as you wish.”

“It’s just that…well…it’s kinda complicated. I know that you’ve been awfully kind to me and I’m told that I’m some kind of Sleeping Maiden, and that I’ve slept or hibernated like a bear for two ages, equal to a few millennia and suddenly I woke up and I’m actually a mess.” She frowned and looked down, sighing before she continued. “It’s just that…I don’t have much memories. All I know is that Poof! Suddenly, I’m here, but I had this one small memory of a place WAY different than this and that I don’t really belong here. No, I belong here, in a weird way, but I don’t… see?” she was frustrated, Galadriel nodded understandably.

“You wish to know of your past?”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s really wonderful here, kinda magical air if you don’t mind me saying but I’ve got no memories of my past. I know my ways are a lot different than around here, I mean, listen to how I talk even and I don’t…know…my…own family. I don’t know how I grew up, whether I had brothers or sisters, or that I have a mother or a father or not…and how about friends from my past? To whom did I played and confided with? “ a tear slid down unexpectedly down her cheek.

“It’s scary, Galadriel, and I’m not sure I wanna go anywhere until I do know,” Legolas and Gandalf had arrived and looked sympathetically at the sad girl. Legolas walked towards Morfiwen and held her chin gently and made her look up at him.

“Perhaps, out there in your journey, you will find what you seek, there might lie your past, and perhaps also, your future,” he said reassuringly. Gandalf nodded and spoke also;

“One may never know what the road may bring, as an old friend of mind would say, you will never know what you will end up with until you have found it. One may find anything on the road, and your past may be lying in a locked door somewhere, and you have the only key to unlock it, is only by knowledge that you will undoubtfully gain, and use,” he said kindly also to Morfiwen. To be in a state of forgetfulness is a dreadful feeling to be in.

“Are there not many in life to look forward to?” Lady Galadriel said softly to her. She sniffed and smiled.

“Okay, when will I start packing?”

[Pil]

Ooo...i can't wait to see her learning magic... :hooray:

This is great chibi...we await the next installment! :p

[Lady Melody]

Well, there's a lot of stuff to take care of first... *sighs* I wonder how my friends will take the story... they're not actually interested in the Fantasy genre... that's why for once in my life, writing is a headache... Oh, well... here we go!! (I dunno how to tell ya.My comp's gone haywire, and I'm not sure I'll be able to post all that I've typed much...so I'll just post these for comprehension when A)My computer's in the workshop and B) Ramadhan's ending, so I'll have to go through those meticulous ordeal of visiting friends, neighbours, receiving guests and "Oh. what a big girl she is!" =P

Don't worry, I'll manage to continue whatever I can for now =)

Well, you brought yourself to it, it’s countdown for a week or two from now. Yippee… I really oughta go and research language of man first thing I do when I get to Isengard, it might gimme a clue on my origins or something. So Granpa is actually the head of the White Council, and I did hear him say something about Radagast the Brown or something like it, and that he’s got this thing about birds…curious. The only thing I ever get attached to is… now that’s a new development. Morfiwen sighed, and continued walking to her favourite mallorn tree and sat silently under its shade, and curled herself up, hugging her legs while musing to herself. A sudden rustle in the bushes snapped her from her mind, and she abruptly stood up, alert to her surroundings.

“Who’s there?” she demanded, her eyes scanned where the sound came from, ready to defend herself if it will be required. She gasped when a gentle but strong hand gripped her shoulder from the back, and she instantly turned around, ready to attack when her eyes recognized a very familiar face, and she relaxed and sighed.

“Legolas. I should’ve known. Where’s Elrohir?” she peered above his shoulder on her toes, seeing nothing but more bushes, and mallorn trees. Then, she stood firmly on her feet again, crossed her arms and looked at Legolas boldly with her eyes, definitely spelling out that she’s not happy with what he just did. He grinned mischievously at her, ignoring her dirty look at him. Lady Galadriel and Mallome knew of her rather inward and private nature, but they were still not pleased of her wanderings, regardless that the worry was rather a hollow one, since Lorien is as safe as any place in Middle Earth, and she had never attempted to wander far from Cerith Amroth. However, he and Elrohir had been taking turns keeping watch over her at Lady Galadriel’s bidding, and he found it as something rather to look forward to, than to regard as a responsibility. Elrohir firmly treaded on the bounds of the rules that has distinguished the Eldar and the Edain, and had reminded him to be wary of it as well. He was beginning to find himself against his better judgement, to stray rather than abide by it. It would not harm any to add more light into her somewhat dull eyes. The lady would approve.

”Well…what do you have to say for yourself?” she was still regarding him as an enemy to smote down, oblivious apparently to the fact that her head barely ever reached his broad shoulders, and that he could have pinned her down, and he shook his head, shaking off the outrageous thoughts from his head.

“Nay, lady. You should not have gone alone, unescorted by another…” Morfiwen rolled her eyes heavenwards.

“Good grief, everyone’s thinking I’ve more fragile than glass! I can take care of myself!” she snapped, then realizing what she had done, tried to make amends “Nah, it’s just that I’m trying to get some sense still into my head. I can’t honestly believe that at one moment, I’m here, just woken up, and then suddenly I’m to be whisked off to Isengard, wherever that is, and I don’t even know what the hell I’m supposed to do in the first place,” she was obviously antagonized, and her face showed her sentiments clearly. “Mallome was somewhat upset too…”she sighed, and smile softly “ She’s awfully sad, like as if I’m going to be sacrificed or something, although she did try her best to cover it all up. So, who set you up to go looking for me?”

“I was merely concerned of you, mellamin,” Morfiwen made a few mental notes in her head. If I really need to know a life and death question, ask an elf, they’re the lousiest liars I know.

“Liar,” at this remark, Legolas flinched but calmly held his gaze, trapping a pair of ruthless and angry pair of the darkest brown eyes which some how reminded him of the colour of the tree barks of Mirkwood in spring on a beautiful sunny day. His hand gently took one of Morfiwen’s, and placed an Eleanor flower on her hand, while he kissed her brow, much to her surprise.

“ As fiery you seem to be mellamin, and yet a dove you are, and also a delicate flower,” he looked down on her deeply, noticing the change in her eyes, now in doubt and cautious. Morfiwen was getting more suspicious of this elf.

“I’m not a dove or a flower,” she was now admiring the flower that Legolas gave her. “ And if someone tells me I look close to an elf, he’s probably gone nuts, or his eyes has gone bad.” Legolas laughed, and playfully caressed her cheek with his thumb.

“Elves have the gift of keen sight, in both day and night. And I say, that you are indeed fair comparison to an elf, and perhaps of Luthien herself,” he teased her. Morfiwen had no idea who Luthien is, but it was a blatant compliment, and she blushed, much to Legolas’s somewhat delight. She gave in and gave Legolas the most honest and sweetest smile she could manage, and fled.

I’ll never look at a lovely Eleanor flower and not be reminded of him again, curse that prince… She sighed while running back to her talan.

[Bess the Bard]

Very sweet and honest about her uncertainty and fear due to losing her memory. An interesting twist on the typical girl goes to Middle Earth knowing everything that's going to happen before it does.

[Lady Melody]

Buddy, this is AFTER Frodo destroyed the One Ring.

[Lady Melody]

Chapter 3.

It was several nights away before her departure to Isengard, since it took Ganfdalf a considerable amount of time to ask King Elessar for the keys to the tower of Orthanc, where she is to live and learn, and alert old Treebeard, the eldest of all Ents. She was explained of the manner of the creatures in Middle-Earth, basically, what to avoid, and which is friendly. Her archery has improved, thanks to Legolas and she had actually learnt to wield an elven sword, thanks to Elrohir. She was trying her best to sleep, but somehow she has this bout of insomania and even when Mallome has retired to sleep, she still could not, and had tossed and turned in her bed for what had seemed to be a long time. Suddenly, she heard a voice inside her head calling her name.

Morfiwen, come! Come swiftly yet in silence, as in thy own right will I bequeath to thee, thine gifts from Elbereth. She was not freaked out this time, as she knew the voice well, as it had tried to reach her, many times for to ages long, and yet she could not answer to it then, but she followed her heart and answered it. She walked down to the ground and followed rather blindly, as her feet managed to find it’s own way towards Galadriel. She had reached the southern slopes of Caras Galadhron, passing through a high green hedge into a secluded and closed garden. Then her eyes caught sight of the White Lady, as her feet ascended the long flight of steps into a deep green hollow, where a stream had sprung up, and at the very bottom, she beheld a basin of silver atop a low pedestal carved like a tree.

She had waited for Morfiwen expectedly, and did frown a little in disapproval, as she again forgot her cloak in answering her summon, but decided to leave it as it is. She filled up a silver pitcher with water from the silver stream, and filled the basin to its brim.

“What you behold now is the Mirror of Galadriel, and it shows what one’s wishes to see, as I bidden it, and there are also things that came unbidden for, and yet offers aid for you in the future,” she sighed softly, and continued “ And yet, there is something before I will give you your glimpse,” she beckoned Morfiwen to come close to her.

“What is it, lady?” She didn’t reply, but just whispered a word in elven, which she could not catch, and then at her throat, she felt a necklace or band of some sort, with a locket. Then, she realized that somehow she couldn’t take it off to admire and study it closely. She looked down instead, and saw that it was finely made with some sort of magical silver metal and gold, while the locket was actually a small globe, with a miniature sculpture of a dragon curling around it.

“Mithril, and gold from the blessed realm, you are in high favour indeed,” she whispered softly in the night. Then to her disbelief, the miniature dragon shone and floated around her, as if it was studying her. The next thing she knew, the gold dragon with ruby eyes were staring at her, and she at it.

“It glows so, and it seems as if it’s alive,” she said to Galadriel who merely looked upon her reaction with natural elven interest. “Galadriel, what’s shine in elven?”

“Glin” she replied.

“Then it’s set then, I’m gonna call it Glin. Ya like that, buddy?” the miniature dragon bowed at her in midair and returned to it’s place on her necklace. “Wow.”

“It will aid you in your quest,” Galadriel then gestured towards the basin. “And now, do you not wish to glance into the mirror?” Morfiwen’s attention now spans only to the basin and stood directly opposite of Galadriel, with the basin full of water at the middle. “Touch not the water,” and she blew softly, creating soft fluid ripples in the water’s surface. She dared herself to look.

At first, all she could see was her face and the stars reflected on the surface, and it suddenly changed into a vision of the strange, yet very familiar place, which she could not put a name to. She saw grey buildings made of stone, mirrors and metal, reaching high into the sky, almost piercing it. Strange metal carriages, which needed no horses to pull it, and yet moved by itself, spewing foul air at the back through a metal pipe. The weather seems hot and overbearing, and many strangely clad Man walks hurriedly, mostly ignoring each other and minding their own affairs. Then the faces appeared, and it made a serious impact on her. It was the faces of people she held dear, that she had known most of her life, and during her growing years. Her eyes began to widen, but then the images changed quickly towards the norm of Middle Earth. There was a great war, fought against each other, Man. The dwellings of elves, attacked and killed, untold evil and cruelty done to them when they lost as their numbers were few. A great king, with an elf-maiden, she knew them not, dying when they tried to defend the elf-maiden’s kinsmen and the great king’s kingdom. Middle Earth in an uproar, furry creatures killed for sport, untold misery befallen…

“Galadriel!” she was gasping heavily, a heavy pressing ache in her chest obstructs her breathing. Her head begun its endless spinning while she cried desperately, “I remember! I remember, my freakin’ heeaaddd!” She fainted, as the pain was too great for her, as Galadriel watched in horror. She had seen what Morfiwen saw in her mirror, and she had gathered much that Morfiwen was not of Middle Earth. No time was to be lost now, and Galadriel urgently summoned, in her mind, a message to Tamara, and a few more to her aid.
Who can she truly be?

[Pil]

This is really great Chibi! :)

“Then it’s set then, I’m gonna call it Glin. Ya like that, buddy?” the miniature dragon bowed at her in midair and returned to it’s place on her necklace.

I especially liked that bit...it reminded me of mulan, with her dragon that becomes her dear friend and guide... :read:

I'm gonna sit here.....waiting....v.anxiously...for the next bit! :p

[Elven Daughter]

Great job Melody!!! I luv the story!

[Lady Melody]

The next morning came, Legolas was sitting with Elrohir along with Gimli a few other elf lords, drinking wine while discussing about the matters of the elves at hand, and describing the trouble in the lands of all elf, man and dwarf. Gimli was describing the works ongoing in the Caves of Anglarond of which his people are turning into a home when a distressed elf maiden ran for all she’s worth into the room, interrupting their cosy conversation and surprising all of them.

“Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, Lady Galadriel bids you immediately to Lady Morfiwen’s chambers!” she breathed heavily, speaking the words in between great gulps of air. Legolas, astonished looked around the room. Gimli shrugged and gave Legolas a grunt, while the other elf lords started to wonder, in silence of the urgency of the matter. He stood and followed the elf maiden.

“Hurry, she awaits you,” and she took off into a pace that caught Legolas unaware, swift he may be and caused him to wonder even more on the fact that he was summoned by the lady to Morfiwen’s chamber, which is usually heavily guarded and on what has actually happened. The finally arrived at Morfiwen’s talan and chambers. Lady Galadriel was sitting on a large chair looking upon Morfiwen’s unmoving form in her bed. A dark shadow suddenly ascended into his heart, concerned of Morfiwen’s condition, which does not bode well according to the lady’s expression.

“What has happened, Lady? Has something happened that I know not of?” Legolas asked with concern apparent in her eyes. Galadriel did not look up, but remained thoughtful.

“Legolas, you have spent much time with her, what can you make of her nature?”

“She has a pure heart, and yet, I sense a great sorrow within her, perhaps from her distress of not knowing her past. Why has she not awakened?”

“She needs more rest, it seems,” her troubled eyes did not leave Morfiwen’s face. “And time…” Gandalf just walked in as she said that, and his wise face was now also burdened with care.

“You should have summoned me immediately, Galadriel.”

“She merely fainted, Mirthrandir. It was not of much concern to you, as she is well cared of.”

“Then why the distress then?” Legolas asked again, for the third time. Lady Galadriel sighed.

“She remembers now.” Then, she described to both of them on what she had seen in her mirror of Morfiwen’s mind. Legolas and Gandalf could barely believe her description of her home, but Galadriel discreetly avoided the part on the future. “I did not reveal to others of Frodo’s glimpse into my mirror, although I do know of it. But for Morfiwen, Mirthrandir, I need your counsel. While for Legolas, she needs yours.”

“Mama!” and a now wide-eyed Morfiwen faced the two elves and a maia in the room. “Oh!” and she buried herself back in bed. She was wishing herself that all of this was just a dream, and that she’s merely having another daydream, and almost believed it. Then, she opened her eyes again, and the bewildered Galadriel was reaching out to her, to comfort her. She gave in, and sat upright on the bed.

“This is certainly not my day. Hello pops, looking good in your robes,” and dared to cross her arms, as she looked rather defiantly to Gandalf.

“Morfiwen?” Legolas stepped closer to the bed, baffled by her sudden change in behaviour.

“Never mind, I’m fine. I’m getting out of this bed…” and she lifted up her blanket, to find herself to be clad only in her undergarments, and quickly pulled them down again, blushing “… just as soon as you men would kindly go outside for a little while so that I can find something on.” Gandalf understood, and gave way to maidenly shyness while Legolas wordlessly walked out of the door, also slightly blushing. As soon as Legolas closed the door, she immediately grabbed the dress already prepared for her by ever-reliable Mallome and dressed herself behind a screen.

[Lady Melody]

Great, just great. I’m stuck in the wonderful world of Tolkien. She took a peep at Lady Galadriel. And for all I know, she’s unable to send me home too, Ring of Adamant or not. Which reminds me, I must set the records straight, the last thing I wanna do is put the whole Middle Earth into upheaval, and let that Sauron Maia win. I wonder what’s the timeline is where I landed in. She tugged the dress on with a bemused expression. Or I could just somehow worm my way into Valinor with the elves and ask whoever dragged me into the place in the first place, some Valar named Varda, pretty nicely to return me home. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m a normal, mortal kid who’s probably being gulled by an elf, a very attractive one in fact, and being a pawn for some higher extraterrestrial power. How cheap the plot seems. She snorted and made some finishing touches. Well, good thing I’ve some idea on how things are run here, score one for the Lord of The Ring and The Silmarillion. At least I know what to expect.

“Who are you really, where do you come from?” Morfiwen sniffed as she found the lady’s eyes searching hers as she walked away from the screen.

“We’re alone, quit talking in my head already…you have no idea how you freaked me out that first time.” Morfiwen said irritably as she sat near Lady Galadriel. She gave no response to her sarcastic comment.

“You did not answer what I have asked you.” Immortality taught the elves patience, and they have literally all eternity to ponder on the workings of the world.

“All right, the place that you’ve seen in my vision, and I do know you can see mine, is, was…” she tried to hold the dread that was growing in her heart “…my home. My real name’s Abby, and all I’m wishing for is to go home, which is beyond anyone’s help right now, I think,” she held Galadriel’s gaze with ease, although she is uncomfortable with it as she hasn’t anything to hide from her. “But I still think that the name Elbereth gave me is truly an honour for me though, and I’d wager you’d be calling me Morfiwen anyways regardless of my opinions about it. “

“You know much of our world and its lore then. And of your purpose here?”

“Still not a darn clue, and all I know is only briefly, a small summary if you may. What age is it now anyways?” she looked anxiously at Galadriel.

“It’s the Fourth Age, after the fall of Sauron,” she’s still searching Morfiwen’s soul, sensing everything but understanding few of her nature. Morfiwen looked obviously relieved and exhaled her breath loudly. “Why are you very much relieved?”

“I know everything of dear nine-fingered Frodo, and old Bilbo…say, is he still around in Rivendell yet? And also of the One Ring, nasty bit about that one right? Now I know why everything feels like a dream when I still had amnesia, uh, when I didn’t remember my past,” she said rather cheerfully to Galadriel.

“What are you then?” Morfiwen hesitated a while.

“Last time I checked, I’m still human, but you told me that I slept through two ages in Middle-Earth time, which is quite hefty for the Edain, even of King Elessar’s line,” she stopped for a moment “The answer is unchanged then, I don’t know,” Morfiwen sighed.

“If a way is conceived, would you still stay?” somehow, Morfiwen found herself imagining that she’s returned home, and her who family is there, her friends, to her normal life and she turned the illusions away with an effort that almost reduced her to tears. She knew that this was one of those tests Galadriel’s cooked up for her, and she had to fight it.

“Please don’t…don’t do that. It’s bad enough to know that…Look, the only one who most probably know how to get me back home is Varda, Queen of the Valars, and even if I do get to Valinor, which is impossible in the first place since I’m mortal, I’ve already slept for two ages, and obviously the people I love are…” she choked the last words of her sentence “…already dead. The possibility of time-travel isn’t applicable. Stop doing that,” she steeled herself “Well, Lady, you’re finding me under your judgement, and of your disposal. You’re getting rid of me to Isengard soon anyways.” She stared at her slipper-clad feet.

“Nay, you have passed,” Galadriel gently made her look at her, and Morfiwen found a breathtakingly beautiful smile being given to her, overwhelming her. “Believe not that you are merely being regarded as an unwanted item to be discarded and treated as one please. Elves may sometimes be lapsed in our judgement, but somehow you are the hope to many, be it to their knowledge or not, and you were sent here to our aid. The elves’s time in Middle Earth has almost ended, and more are heading towards the West, as so will I when your quest is fulfilled. Remember my words, Morfiwen, your task may be shown to you alone, and we are but to guide you. Follow your heart, as it will aid and serve you as well as Glin,” she stroked the dragon fondly, and returned her gaze to Morfiwen.

“I’m still not very much convinced, but it’s not like I’ve much of a choice anyways. Think I’ll be lucky enough to actually meet Lady Arwen Undomiel one day? ‘Tis said she’s the reborn Luthien, right?” she returned Galadriel’s smile while within her heart she vowed to finish and complete whatever’s design that has been set for her, at least, for Lady Galadriel, she had took care of her for a few millennia, after all.

“One will see, as not even the wisest can see the surest outcome of the future.”

“Yeah, we’ll see then.”

[Lady Melody]

Well, there's my next installment. Hope you liked it.

[Bess the Bard]

Very good. Looking forward to more.

[Pil]

That was great Chibi! We can really see the change in her mannerisms and attitude...it's cool that now she can interact with those in Middle Earth and know who they are. Like Bess i am anxious to read the next bit. :)

However, please refrain from swearing in the story. You've done really well to show how different she is now and you don't need to add in swearing. Thanks mate. ;)

[Lady Melody]

swearing? swearing... oh... *blushing* sorry...

[Lady Melody]

Sorry... lately my mind's been somewhere else, while my fingers stayed idle! *sighs*....

Lord Celeborn waited patiently in the studying room, his face an expressionless mask, while Legolas, feeling restless had seated himself in a cosy chair and tried read a book without much success along with Gandalf, who puffs his pipe in concentration, currently making smoke rings while his mind was working ceaselessly. A small slender figure appeared in the doorway, scratching her head. Legolas again marvelled at the sight that he saw. Morfiwen was wearing a shimmery orangish-red dress with gold embroidery that compliments her skin tone and hugged her figure to perfection. Her hair was left slightly messed up bur free while her eyes recognized the three figures that she saw, and focused on Gandalf who has his pipe still to his mouth, and she narrowed her eyes in annoyance. Legolas found the sight lovely.

“I guess I came at a bad time, but Lady Galadriel said that I’m supposed to see you first before I could go about on my own. Her very words were; you are wise, and I now have need of your counsel where I favoured to rest,” she said somewhat casually, but still in respect. He nodded and proceeded walking to wherever in Lorien that only he knew, leaving Morfiwen with both Gandalf and Legolas, who are looking at her with interest.

“Well, Grandfather, we’ll be off together tomorrow, it seems,” she sighed, and sat herself on studying table, admiring the handmade paper, and the quill which is strange to her. Hello, Middle-Earth style pen and paper. She then began to open a book already on the table and stared at the strange symbols. This is certainly not going to be easy. Gandalf’s watchful eyes mercilessly noted every detail.

“Do you know how to read?” Gandalf asked, while mentally reminding himself to reprimand the girl about his namesake when he was done making peace with her.

“I know some other ways of writing…” she mentally recalled the modern English alphabet, and Japanese characters she had painfully learned in her short 16 years in the modern world.”…but it’ll take ages for me to actually learn this and Elvish, to start” she sighed deeply at this, in remorse. Gandalf smiled and decided that regardless of her origins and unlikely outcome of the matter, he was not to find her dull or troublesome indeed.

“All will come in time, Morfiwen. You will be taught many of the ways of the Istari,” Gandalf assured her.

“And if it is also your desire, then I would be more than honoured to teach you of our language!” Legolas added rather cheerfully.

“But I thought you’re going back to Ithilien. You’d be taking the long way around then!” she protested.

“Nay, I wish to see Fangorn Forest and the Glittering Caves at Helm’s Deep once more. Your path will be in my path also, for a short while. How do you know of my journey, Morfiwen?” his smile somehow began its effect of her.

“Oh, okay… umm…Mallome told me,” she picked up the quill and played around with the feathers. “By the way, what does mellamin mean?” Gandalf instantly coughed and withdrew his wooden pipe for a while, his accusing eyes rather justly rested on Legolas’s embarrassed face.

“It can be delayed, I would like to have a word with you for a while, child,” he said rather solemnly, eyes still unmoved from Legolas. Morfiwen was naturally baffled by Gandalf’s sudden change of mood. “Alone…” Legolas gratefully walked out. Gandalf stood tall, with the grace equal to any elven king, and strode towards the sitting maiden, who was leafing through the pages of the book. She found only the leather covering was inscribed with symbols, and that only the first page was filled in.

“Hey, the book’s empty! Must be some new stuff Lord Celeborn’s writing, I better put it back, hope he’s not mad at me for disturbing it.” She looked up to Gandalf and said again “we’ve not actually been officially introduced, but my lucky guess is you are Mirthrandir, or Gandalf the Grey, head of the White Council.” She stood and bowed solemnly to him. “And I’m quite sure you know me more than I know about myself,” she grinned childishly at him. Gandalf cannot help but chuckle at the sight and her remark.

“The inscription that was on the cover is your name, the larger ones reading your proper name, and the smaller one, Sleeping Maiden of Lorien. Written within is the message from the Lady of Lorien of comfort in the dark days if they do come,” he said rather grandfatherly.

“Oh…so that’s what it means…” she hesitated a little and continued, “Do you mind me keeping calling you Grandfather?”

[Pil]

Melody that was so good! :thumbs: There are serious bits, were i must add, you set the tension perfectly in the room before she arrived, there are funny bits, including the last line lol, and cute bits from leggy...aw! :loveyou:

Please write more, sorry i've taken ages to read the next installment...i'm dying for the next bit! :)