Mistress of the Fellowship (LOTR)

* 20 * May it Be

“The Last of the Wild!” said the Uruk commander, Uglúk, as he looked at the motionless body of the last Alexzandron warrior. The creature finally had the opportunity to look upon the greatest of warriors. A breed so great and fearless they were the only known beings to have killed countless dragons. Their young could kill a Mûmakil. A single look into their wild eyes could turn the insides of trolls to stone. Their war cry could shatter one’s heart. Many nations knew these demonic warriors as the Wild and at long last Ugluk had the last in his clutches.

What an honor and petrifying moment this was to be but looking at this scrawny little girl no larger than one of his legs he felt disappointment and disgust. This ever powerful warrior had not the strength to hold her head up and she did not even carry a weapon.

If it were up to the Uruk commander he would have left her to die but he had been commanded by the one her served to bring her back to him. Bring her back and the Halflings.

“MOVE!” Ugluk cried to his regiment as he speedily made haste toward Isenguard.

The fellowship has been shattered with pieces going different ways. Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee are making their way to Mordor on a mission to destroy the ring before it is taken or takes all of Frodo’s sanity and soul.

The ranger, Aragorn, the dwarf, Gimli, and the elf, Legolas, have set out in pursuit of the pack of Uruks and Orcs in which had viciously killed their companion, Boromir, and also captured their two plucky hobbits, Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. Their mission called for great haste for with the Halflings was the fellowship’s dying mistress.

Merry, Pippin, and The Last of the Wilds, as the beasts called her, seemed to be without hope as they were mercilessly forced to endure the abusive journey upon the Uruks and amongst the orcs.

Merry and Pippin’s hearts ached as they watched their dying guardian. Her fierce spirit seemed to be only a shadow as her skin appeared to be white making her almost glow against the black armor of the Uruks. At times the hobbits thought they could almost hear the violin of death for the poor girl but then she would open her eyes ever so slightly and look at them to assure them that she was still there.

But still with the sight of her eyes came no comfort. They were fated for death and were rapidly losing all hope. Hope of life. Hope of Middle Earth, Hope for Ryker. But then she did something that they would never forget. Something that would forever keep their spirits alive and see the light. Softly, just loud enough for the hobbits to hear she gave them a song, a song that went straight to their hearts and branded itself forever into their souls.

May it be an evening star,

Shines down upon you.

May it be as darkness falls,

Your heart will be true.

You walk a lonely road;

Oh, how far you are from home...

Mornie utúlie (darkness has come),

Believe and you will find your way.

Mornie alantie (darkness has fallen),

A promise lives within you now...

May it be the shadows call,

Will fly away.

May it be your journey on,

To light the day.

When the night is overcome,

You may rise to find the sun.

Mornie utúlie (darkness has come),

Believe and you will find your way.

Mornie alantie (darkness has fallen),

A promise lives within you now...

A promise lives within you now...