Athëa - Queen of the Savages

A Starlit Moon

The sun was setting, leaving beams of yellow light through the trunks of the pine trees. A warm and earthy smell filled the air as the fellowship entered the wooded area. They had been walking since dawn and you could feel the weariness, that the last couple of weeks travel, had left on the companions.

Athëa trotted along as she observed Merry and Pippin in front of her. They were arguing quietly wether or not they would be able to convince the rest of the fellowship, that it was time for dinner. It soothed her to watch the two hobbit friends bicker, because it was as if they were not affected by the dangers of the quest. Their minds were innocent and their purpose was pure.

Gandalf came up to her and rested a hand on her shoulder. "I do believe that I am getting hungry. What about you my dear Athëa?", he said as he eyed the two hobbits in front of them.

"I am absolutely famished!", Athëa replied as big smiles formed on the hobbits lips, while they looked back on them with hopefull eyes.

"What do you think, Pippin?", the white wizard looked down at the small hobbit.

"Well I wouldn't exactly say that I was hungry. But I do believe that if Lady Athëa is famished, that it is of upmost importance that we rest for the day... you know... for Athëa's sake", he nodded, folding his hands on his back.

"Oh so now you're not hungry, Pip!?" Merry said rolling his eyes.

Athëa couldn't help but laugh as the fellowship found their campsite for the night.

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Athëa and Boromir left to find wood for the fire, while the hobbits started preparing a meal. A few minutes later you could hear arguing coming from behind the trees.

"The least you can do is tell us of your inheritance! How are we supposed to trust you in this quest, if you won't even tell us from where you come!?" Boromir yelled pleadingly, with anger ligering in his voice.

Legolas observed Athëa, as she stomped angrily from behind a tree, arms full of branches of wood.

"Men!", she muffled angrily as she passed him and threw the wood on the ground.

Aragorn smirked as he sat next to the angry elleth, who had taken a seat next to the hobbits. Sam and Merry, who was feeling the tension, had begun babbling awkwardly about how nice the weather had been today, as they hurried to build a fire.

"He is right you know", Aragorn said kindly. "This a dangerous quest, and how are we suppose to trust you with our lives if you won't trust us with your story?"

"Athëa will tell us her story when the time is right, but for now you have my word that you can trust her" Gandalf interrupted. He was leaning up a nearby tree, huffing on his pipe.

"But maybe you could tell us one of your tales while we eat, to help lighten the mood", Gandalf said pointing his pipe at Athëa. "She is quite the tale smith", he told the others with a kind look on his face.

Athëa smiled at the grey wizard. She had told many tales to her people, to lighten their spirits in dark hours. Gandalf had heard some of them, when he had visited her in the Hidden City, many years ago. She calmed down, remembering happier days.

"Oh please, my lady. We would love to hear a story", Pippin pleaded as he and the other hobbits started to eat.

"Very well", she said, waiting for the rest of the fellowship to gather around the fire.

Legolas sat himself down across from Athëa. Finally resting his legs, he let himself drown in her vast beauty. She had the kindest, most pleasing face he had ever seen, with the whitest hair draped around it. But the most intoxicating about her was her emerald eyes, he thought to himself, not noticing that they too, had found their way towards him. Athëa smiled.