Yavanna is an elf who lives in Rivendell, and who knows the ways of bow and twin daggers. She sets off on a journey that will change her life forever, a quest to destroy Ring of Power.
The Uruk-Hai were seen by me and Legolas racing through the woodland towards the river.
The Fellowship floated along the Anduin. The boats passed through a canyon and the Fellowship stopped for the night on the pebbled banks of the river.
That evening l Boromir and I both clocked something moving in the water. On closer inspection I saw it was just a bough. But, my heart jumped to my mouth when I saw a pallid skeletal hand grasping the timber from beneath the water, in the cold gleam of the moon.
"Gollum. He has tracked us since Moria. I had hoped we would lose him on the river. But he's too clever a waterman." Aragorn informed us. It made me tremble all over to be aware that we had been tracked by that hideous creature, and watched from afar. All our conversations, all our laughter, happy moments and all our sad, private moments. "And if he alerts the enemy to our whereabouts, it will make the crossing even more dangerous..." Boromir heeded, I turned away and sat with the rest of the fellowship; I wasn't prepared to think about Gollum anymore.
That evening was a quite one, no one was talking and there was a bizarre, dispiriting flavour in the air...
*
I was deep asleep when I heard voices. Aragorn and Boromir. "Minas Tirith is the safer road. You know that. From there we can regroup. Strike out for Mordor from a place of strength." Boromir said, pleading with Aragorn. "There is no strength in Gondor that can avail us." Aragorn said in refusal of Boromir's plan of action. "You were quick enough to trust the Elves. Have you so little faith in your own people? Yes, there is weakness. There is frailty. But there is courage also, and honor to be found in Men. But you will not see that." I could hear that Aragorn had turned away, not wanting to discuss the matter further. What was there to say after all? But then I heard a sound of Boromir yanking him back, "You are afraid! All your life, you have hidden in the shadows. Scared of who you are, of what you are." I mentally winced as I knew Boromir was goading Aragorn's sensitive side. "I will not lead the Ring within a hundred leagues of your city." Aragorn proclaimed sharply, putting an end to the debate. There was then quite, and I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding and went back to sleep.
*
The next morning, we were in the boats again, rowing down the Anduin, much to my dissatisfaction. There was a tense atmosphere between Aragorn and Boromir. They didn't know I was aware of what was said the previous evening and I didn't say anything as not to stir up any unpleasantness, but it certainly didn't make the air any less awkward either.
I was becoming very restless as we had travelled by boat for over a week and I didn't like not being able to walk. I was tired of sitting; tired of staring with a blank expression. Travelling my boat was quiet, too quite with only the sounds of running water and continuing rhythm of the paddles splashing the water as our companions. It was hard to have a dialogue when we all had our backs to each other. Boredom was oozing out of everyone.
"Frodo. The Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old. My kin." Aragorn said to Frodo in awe. We all looked up in reverence at the towering splendor of the Argonath. It was truly a sight to beheld. Two majestic statues, hewn out of the mountain, proudly stood on each side of the Anduin. Stern were their faces. Their left arms were held aloft, their palms facing outwards in gesture of warning. I was grateful to see something divergent to the ceaseless flow of trees, vegetation and escarpments.
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