The air was laden with heat. The sky was shining brightly. The stars were dancing around the moon above the peaceful kingdom of Lothlórien. The elves were already fast asleep as Irmo ruled over their dreams. The light that lit the majestic trees was...
A/N: Hi my dear readers! I'm glad to finally post this story! I was thinking about this fanfic for 3 years now and I finally found the motivation to post it on here! I really hope that you will like it!
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Elentári (will remain a mystery for now, even if some of you might know who this is in the Silmarillion)
Elen : meaning; « star »
Irmo: "Master of Visions and Dreams. Originally named Irmo, but referred to more commonly as Lórien, after his dwelling place. Lórien and Mandos are the Fëanturi, masters of spirits. Lórien, the younger, is the master of visions and dreams. His gardens in the land of the Valar, where he dwells with his spouse Estë, are the fairest place in the world and are filled with many spirits. All those who dwell in Valinor find rest and refreshment at the fountain of Irmo and Estë. Since he is the master of dreams, he and his servants are well-aware of the hopes and dreams of the children of Eru. Olórin, or Gandalf, prior to his assignment by Manwë to a role as one of the Istari, was a Maia long taught in the gardens of Lórien." (Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vala_(Middle-earth) )
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Prologue
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The air was laden with heat. The sky was shining brightly. The stars were dancing around the moon above the peaceful kingdom of Lothlórien. The elves were already fast asleep as Irmo ruled over their dreams. The light that lit the majestic trees was faint but enough to grant a safe passage through the night. The guards nodded their respect as a tall grey figure ascended the trees, stepping carefully over each suspended step. The silhouette reached the top of the biggest tree, entering the royal chambers without hesitation as no one dared to stop him or question his presence.
The grey figure advanced on the white platform, purposely staying away from the edge. He removed his pointed grey hat and smiled kindly as he approached a small silhouette over the edge of the higher platform. The small woman was lost in her thoughts while watching the stars shine above her head. She seemed at peace but deep down a great solitude gripped her heart. She has been roaming the earth for a long time and yet she did not find her real purpose. As she watched the stars, she couldn't help but ask herself who she truly was. The girl sighed as she tore her eyes away from the sky, feeling the soft blue runes wash away from her skin slowly. The grey silhouette stopped behind her, the smile never leaving his lips as he spoke up for the first time that night.
"My dear child." His voice said, kindness filling the air around the two lonely figures.
"Mithrandir." The girl answered, a knowing smirk gracing her features as all trace of loneliness vanished from her heart.
"I thought that you preferred my other name, dear Elen." Gandalf said as he carefully sat next to the small woman. Elen chuckled to herself then raised her face to look at her friend.
"You mean that you prefer your other name, my friend!" She answered the grey wizard with a cheeky smile and a raised eyebrow.
Gandalf laughed at her antics, her behavior slightly diverging from one of an elf. Ellen was smart and caring like an elf but she was also stubborn and reckless like a daughter of men. However, her courage and her beauty was something that all admire. The wizard laid a gentle hand on the small woman's shoulder and she smiled brightly at him.
"It's good to see you, Elen." Gandalf said, taking his pipe out of his cloak and lit it.
"And it's good to see you too, Gandalf." Elen answered. "What brings you here, if I may ask?" Gandalf puffed on his pipe for a while, his eyes trailing over the landscape that spread before them.
"I am here because I seek your help, dear friend." At his words, Elen raised her eyebrows in wonder.
"My help?" She asked the wizard.
"Yes, my dear. I need your help for an adventure." Gandalf said, puffing on his pipe once again.
"Well... an adventure, indeed." Elen laughed, catching the wizard's attention. "There's always an adventure going on with you."
"Not always." Gandalf said as he tried to argue with the girl. Elen laughed again and shook her head.
"What is this adventure truly about?" The girl asked, smiling at the wizard knowingly. Gandalf suddenly looked serious, his eyes falling on Elen who was observing him closely.
"I am aware of what I am asking of you, Elen. I know that this quest could as well end your loneliness or end your life."
"What a beautiful way to encourage your friend to follow you, Gandalf." Elen said, rolling her eyes.
"I don't want to lie to you, Elen. However, I think that your choice is already made." Elen frowned and turned her head to look at her friend.
"What do you mean?"
"You already swore to protect the line of Durin. You were the only one among the elves who wanted to help the dwarves of Erebor, I am certain that your decision is already taken."
"So, this is what it is about... Erebor." Elen sighed and looked once again upon the peaceful kingdom.
"Yes... the dragon needs to be dealt with. And the dwarves have to take back their homeland. I am sure that you agree with me on this." Gandalf continued, puffing on his pipe. Elen nodded her head.
"However, Gandalf. Do you really think that Thorin Son of Thrain will agree to have me on this quest? His hate for the elves is strong and even if I'm only half-elf..." Her voice trailed off as the rest of her sentence was rather obvious in her opinion.
"Thorin will have to agree, my dear. He doesn't know it yet but he needs you." The old wizard said, smiling at the half-breed.
"Well..." Elen sighed. "Alright then, where are we going?" The woman asked with a cheeky smirk on her features even if she knew that this adventure would change her life forever. Gandalf let out a sigh of relief and smiled at his friend.
"The Shire, my dear."
"The Shire?" Elen asked. "You're always speaking in riddles..." The girl muttered, making the wizard chuckle.
"For the task I have in mind, we will need a burglar and hobbits are light on their feet." Gandalf answered, making Elen nod in agreement.
"You already have someone in mind, haven't you?"
"Yes. Bilbo Baggins, an old friend of mine." Elen nodded again at Gandalf's answer and got up swiftly on her feet.
"Very well then..." Was all Elen answered as she quickly made her way toward her chambers.
"Elentári, my dear." Gandalf called out before the girl could disappear. She turned around and waited for him to keep talking. "You should speak with your mother before we leave." Elen nodded her head and disappeared into the night.
Gandalf smiled, reassured to have her on this quest. They will all need her, even if they did not know it yet.
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