The Fairy Race. Magic wielders and Protectors of Middle Earth.
A Race lost to time since the loss of the One Ring. All but One.
What will happen when the current Fairy Queen mixes with a Company of Dwarves, a Hobbit and a Wizard? Will she find a fam...
-"Speaking"= Elvish | Speaking = letters in Elvish | "speaking word speaking" = emphasized word | single words or expressions = translation at the end of the chapter | 🎵 music lyric 🎵 = song being sung
- "Speaking" = Fairynia (language of the Fairies and includes animals[regular or magical]) | Speaking = letters in Fairynia | single words = translation at the end of the chapter | "🪄Magic spell🪄" = spells either in the Common tongue or Fairynia | "speaking '🪄magic spell🪄' speaking"= saying the spell as a means to explain it, it does not activate it again
- "Speaking" = Common tongue | "Speaking" = talking through mind | 'Speaking' = thoughts | "'Speaking'" = repeating something another person said (e.g "...quite a while to get here.../... 'quite a while to get here.'") | "speaking 'word' speaking" = using a word or expression to describe something that is but isn't (e.g "...the Fairy... took the 'skies'..." the "sky" refers to the "ceiling" of an underground city)
-"Speaking" = talking through magical jewelry
-"Speaking" or "speaking 'word' speaking" = weapon or potion name
-"Speaking" = Black speech of Mordor
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Almárëa
I awoke when the Sun was making its way up in the sky. Fairies usually do not need that much sleep but if we use too much of our magic or if our Element is being affected by the Evil creatures and powers in the Wild, we may die.
After coming back inside the Hobbit hole and returning to my normal size, I made my way to the kitchen to make myself a cup of my favorite rose tea, when I crossed paths with Gandalf on the way to the room.
"Good morning, Mithrandir." I greeted him with a smile "How was your sleep?"
"Good morning, my dear." Gandalf greets back "My sleep was pleasant enough. How about yours?"
I didn't know how to approach this at all. On one hand, my sleep was quite peaceful, but on the other hand, I saw things that I do not yet understand like the eyes so blue like the ocean or the red hair resembling fire and that golden ring. The ring gave off such malice and darkness that my magic was in turmoil. Perhaps Gandalf has the answer to my worries.
"It was peaceful for most of the night." I tell Gandalf at last "But I kept seeing someone with eyes so blue it reminds me of the ocean, someone with hair so red it resembles fire and a Ring. What does this mean Gandalf?" I was utterly terrified of what I saw in my dreams.
"What do you mean by 'Ring'?" asked Gandalf while I made my tea "What did it look like?"
I paused what I was doing for a moment to gather my thoughts. Not only did the Ring make my magic feel such turmoil, but for some reason it also brought a fear so great it made my skin crawl.
