Title & Chapter Number: I Lhathron 4/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: PG-13ish heading to NC-17 territory
Disclaimer: I don't own anything written by Tolkien (blah blah blah). I write strictly for my own enjoyment (blah blah blah). I do claim any original characters created by me (blah!).
Warnings: Het sex
Betas: Cristine (thank you thank you thank you !)
Cast: Legolas/OHFC, OHFC/OMC
Timeline: AU, approx.. 2500 Fourth Age
Spoilers: None
Summary: Humans have seriously dropped the ball. Middle-earth is in a state of chaos. The elves that didn't leave for the West are in denial and have sequestered themselves (not that it matters cause everyone thinks they are a myth anyway) in the forest. Now a new threat is growing in Middle-earth. Can the guardian, I Lhathron, Legolas and friends defeat the shadow?
Notes: I suck at summaries so don't be put off by the above babble. This is my very first fic so be kind! Oh and I will try desperately not to beg for reviews but you know how that goes - checking several times a day to see if anyone has bothered to acknowledge your heart & soul - opps I mean story *wink*.
The Guardian lives in silence for secret is the trust - Fragment from I Lhathron*
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Aduial led Legolas through the halls to one of the newer wings of the palace. They entered a large circular room, where he gently laid the sleeping woman on a large bed near the wall. "I will call a maid to assist us in preparing her for bed," said Aduial. Legolas nodded and sat in a nearby chair.
Some time later, after dressing the woman in a proper nightgown and tucking her underneath the blankets, Aduial and the maid left Legolas to his guard duties for the evening. Aduial walked down the hall to her own suite of rooms. Inside she closed the door softly and leaned against the hardness of the solid wood; her lips curved into a half smile as an _expression of relief settled across her features. After millennia of waiting and watching the decay of Middle-earth, the time had come for her to act.
Quickly passing through the sitting room to the bedroom, she walked to her large bed and pulled a plain wooden chest from beneath it. An air of solemnity fell over Aduial as she carried the chest to a small alcove carved into the stone wall behind the bed. On a shelf in the alcove stood a low wooden platform carved with seven symbols that swirled in a complex pattern across the surface. She placed the chest on top of the platform and then lit the seven candles that sat in a semi circle on the stone shelf.
Aduial closed her eyes and began chanting in a soft voice, "Desh te alta faun dal Hassana." The pendant on her necklace glowed softly in response to her words, and its light grew in brightness, eventually bathing the entire room in its intensity. After a few moments the light began to fade and Aduial opened her eyes. The lid of the box had swung open, revealing the implements of the trust of which she was guardian. There were two teardrop-shaped pendants side by side on mithril chains - one black with a white dot and the other white with a black dot - curved and fitted together to form a perfect circle. There were also a fist-sized multifaceted crystal that glittered in the candle light, a small leather-bound book, and lastly a dagger forged of mithril.
Looking upon the objects, Aduial felt tears pool in her eyes as her mind danced through the memories surrounding the founding of the trust. She, her brother and six other elves had set sail for Valinor only to have the journey take an unexpected turn. A voice on the wind and a great wave bore their ship far to the south, away from both Aman and Middle-earth to an unknown shore. There they found a strange and beautiful landscape of rolling hills and tall grass that swayed in gentle breezes. Large herds of various animals ranged across the grasslands as far as the eye could see.
Eventually they encountered a society of people. Human, though different from those of Middle-earth. They were finely made, tall and long of limb with deep brown skin and black eyes. Generally, they were friendly, well learned and lacking the roughness common to the humans of Middle-earth. The elves agreed that the culture of the anin 'dal Hassana, as the inhabitants called themselves, was highly civilized given their obvious humanity. What the elves found most surpassing was that some of them were wizards who used powerful magic. Among their people those abilities were hereditary within the higher classes of society.
The small party of elves spent many years among the anin 'dal Hassana, learning their language and exploring their lands. It was during those years that Aduial met and fell in love with Jakobi, a member of the Mage class. But their love could not be nurtured to the fullness of its promise. He was a mortal, she was not. In the ways of his people any romantic union between them was expressly forbidden. Thus they were forever separated. Aduial, struggled with bitterness of unfulfilled love, barely clinging to the will to live.
Then one day, an emissary arrived from the mountains. He was brown skinned and black haired like the anin 'dal Hassana but his grace and pointed ears showed him to be of a different race. An elvish race. He told the party of Middle-earth elves their arrival had long been foretold and that his people were anxiously waiting to meet them. With some apprehension, they agreed to leave the humans and journey to meet his people.
The journey took them on a long trek across the plains of Hassana and high into snow covered mountains. Eventually the emissary led them to a valley of warmth and light where the elves (or immortals as they were called) of that land resided. In the city of Siloronand', they were ruled by Queen Alkaranna, a beautiful immortal of great power and wisdom.
In her palace carved of white stone, Queen Alkaranna spoke to them of many things concerning the fate of Middle-earth and why they were in the land of Hassana. Her words were etched into Aduial's memory.
"It was no accident that brought you to our shores, elves of Middle-earth. Your coming had been told to us for many decades by the Valar," her soft voice floated among the elves who had knelt before her. A small smile graced her lips when they gasped in surprise at the mention of the Valar.
"Yes we are well acquainted with the Valar. They visit us from the Undying Lands from time to time," she continued, "and from the magic in our lands a trust, blessed by them, has been forged as a gift for Middle-earth. One of you will be the guardian of this trust. Which one it matters not. The guardianship will pass between you from one to another and back again as time wears on. All of you were chosen and each of you has the abilities to fulfill this duty. One day when hope seems to have abandoned your lands, another gift from us will appear and the guardian will need to act in order to save Middle-earth."
Four handmaidens entered carrying the gifts. The first brought forth a simple polished wood chest. She bowed low before Queen Alkaranna and placed the chest at her feet. The next maiden carried three necklaces with unusual black and white pendants. She was followed by the third maiden who held a large shimmering crystal in one hand and a small book in the other. The last maiden carried a shinning mithril dagger.
"Before you stands a grave and heavy responsibility. One that must be held in complete secrecy lest the evil that freely roams your land learn of its existence, and subjugate its purpose to ill ends." Queen Alkaranna grew in power and presence as she uttered the next words.
"Elves of Middle-earth, do you accept guardianship of these gifts? Do you accept the secrecy and responsibility of the trust? Before you speak understand this," she paused and her black eyes bore into each elf before her, "your people will set sail for the shores of Aman as their spirit tires of Middle-earth. At least one of you, the guardian, must remain in your lands till the time to use these gifts is at hand. Even should Middle-earth empty to the last elf, the guardian must remain."
Queen Alkaranna then turned to each elf, asking simply if they accepted the guardianship. When Aduial was asked she was surprised to hear an assent escape her lips. She had doubted her ability to carry such burden, in secrecy and possibly alone; particularly with the pain that still haunted her soul. The Queen simply gifted her with the barest of knowing smiles before turning toward the eighth and final elf, Aduial's brother. When asked, he declined stating that he could not accept guardianship because he would never walk in Middle-earth again. He had fallen in love with a lady of the city and intended to dwell in the lands of her birth. Queen Alkaranna nodded in acknowledgment of his statements and regarded the other elves.
She began to chant softly in an ancient and nearly forgotten language. As her melodic voice rose a soft halo of light glowed around her. She placed all the gifts except one necklace in the wooden chest which she sealed with words of magic.
"Arise and come forth seven guardians of the trust. It is by your own words that I seal your fate to that of this trust." She then placed the necklace over the head of Enelos, the first elf to answer yes. "You are the first guardian, protect it well."
With those words the audience was over. The Middle-earth elves went back to their accommodations in the city. There they dwelt for many years more. In time, Aduial found that the wounds of her heart healed to a dull ache. Her new role, that of potential guardian, bolstered her spirit. She would survive and possibly one day find happiness again.
Eventually the seven guardians set sail for Middle-earth. True to the words of Queen Alkaranna, many times the trust passed between them -except for Aduial. She was the youngest of the guardians which made the six others reluctant to burden her. But as time marched on three guardians were lost in battle, two faded after the death of their partners, and the sixth guardian passed into the West after a vicious orc attack nearly stole her will to live. That left Aduial, the seventh and last guardian, to care for the trust.
She carried the burden of the trust in secrecy, watching for thousands of years as the events of the Third and Fourth Ages unfolded in Middle-earth. She watched the War of the Ring, the departure of the other elves, the ascendance of humanity, their fall into disarray then chaos as the last blood of the Númenorean kings was diluted out of existence, the disappearance of the sea-longing and the further isolation of the elves that remained. Then Evil, formless and mindless, polluted the music of Middle-earth spreading dissonance throughout the land. It truly seemed that hope was lost to them. But now, the final gift had arrived from Hassana.
* I Lhathron - one in a series of poems authored by an unknown human seer.
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