Well, here I am looking at the last chapter of this fic. It has been a
great ride and I want to thank all my reviewers for making this so much
fun. I also want to thank my silent readers, yes; I know you are out
there. Thank you for continuing to read, and hopefully enjoying this tale
of mine. Elenath sila erin le!
Part of this are taken from the FOTR. The poem at the end is Bilbo's.
Elu sat quietly carving a small figurine, watching as the tiny curls of wood fell to the grass at his feet. So many things had happened since that night in Narbeleth (October) that he scarcely had noticed the days flying by. It was Girithron (December) now, nearly two months later. Elu glanced at the winter sky and remembered the day he, along with Legolas, Dunadan, and Boromir, had come back to Rivendell after he had been wounded during the rescue of Nirnaeth and Jessolothrad.
When he had gone to Elithil, the horse had trotted to him, butting him very gently with her head. Then she proceeded to scold him in the manner of horses with a great many snorts and whickering. He allowed her to finish, then he scratched and patted her, reassuring her that he was well.
When they were leaving the Imladris' stables later that day they were met by Lord Elrond and Gandalf.
"You are looking well, Elu." Elrond had said, surveying the Orc with satisfaction.
"Thank you, Lord Elrond." Elu said, grasping the Elf Lord's hands. "Thank you so much."
Elrond smiled at him.
"I must admit that I had my doubts. I have never tried to Heal an Orc before."
"There must be a first time for everything, my dear Elrond." Gandalf said with a twinkle in his eyes. He then turned to wink at Legolas before turning to the Orc. "I have a present for you in here somewhere, Elu." He rummaged in the pockets of his robe and pulled out something wrapped in a dark blue handkerchief. "Mine are blue." He laughed with a glance at Elrond.
Elu took the silken cloth and carefully unrolled it. Inside was an exquisitely simple pipe.
"Bilbo said that you didn't have one. And he told me that you seemed to enjoy smoking," Here he grinned at Legolas again. "So I thought you should have a pipe of your own. Oh! And here is a packet of Old Toby leaves. They are from Bilbo."
Elu was admiring the pipe and sniffing the fragrant leaves appreciatively so he missed the embarrassment that flooded his friend's face. But Aragorn did notice. He had had an interesting conversation with Bilbo once.
"I'll see if I can find one of my old pipes for you, Legolas." He said with a smirk.
The Elf turned to him, his blue eyes filled with surprise, which was quickly replaced with a sneer. Then he deliberately looked away. The Ranger swallowed a laugh and turned as Sam came running up to them.
"You're back, Mr. Elu!" He said breathlessly, a smile lighting his face. "Mr. Bilbo said to fetch you when you got back. That is - if that is all right with you, Lord Elrond, sir."
"Yes, of course. I just wished to see how my patient fared. Go and see Bilbo, Elu. I'm certain that he will want to hear your tale from your own mouth."
"Thank you again, Lord Elrond. And thank you, Mithrandir, for the pipe." He surprised the Istari by grabbing him in a fierce bear hug. Gandalf looked shocked for a moment, then he laughed and returned the hug. "Will you come with me, Legolas Elvellon? I want to try out my new pipe. And if Dunadan can loan you one of his old ones – "
"I don't smoke, Elu. But I will accompany you." He turned to glare at the Ranger slightly, who smirked at him again. Legolas took a deep breath. "Thank you for what you have done, Estel."
The smirk became a true smile.
"Anytime, Legolas."
"And thank you, Boromir."
The man of Gondor smiled and nodded.
"It was my pleasure. It is much too quiet here by far." He nodded to them all and headed for his room.
"Come, Legolas. I don't want to keep Bilbo waiting."
As they walked away, Elrond turned to his foster son.
"What is this about Legolas and a pipe? Elves don't smoke."
"I'm surprised that Bilbo hasn't told you."
"He hasn't. Though it seems he has told everyone else."
"Perhaps he hasn't told you because Elves don't smoke." Gandalf said wryly with a grin at Aragorn.
"Will you tell me or should I ask Legolas himself?" Elrond said, ignoring the Wizard.
Aragorn and Gandalf glanced at one another and burst into laughter.
"I will tell you." Aragorn said amiably. "I don't think you'd ever get Mirkwood's Prince to tell. It all happened seventy-seven years ago…"
Bilbo looked up from his writing as Elu and Legolas entered.
"Ah! Look who is here." He said. "It is the valiant Orc himself. Come in! Come in!"
Elu smiled at the Hobbit and entered the room. Bilbo moved to greet him and grasped his hand affectionately.
"You've had quite an adventure I understand." He said looking the Orc up and down to see if there were any evidence of his recent mishap.
"Yes, I have. And I will tell you all about it, but first – " He glanced about the room as if searching for someone. "How is Jess? And Nirnaeth?"
Bilbo frowned slightly.
"Poor little thing is probably asleep. He was very distraught when they returned. Took him quite a while to calm down. Though I am sure he will be fine now. And Nirnaeth – well, he seems different somehow." Bilbo raised his brows as he thought. "Not so reserved. He was reserved even for an Elf. Offered him my pipe once, but-" He smiled up at Legolas and winked. "But Elves don't smoke." When the archer from Mirkwood pointedly ignored him, he continued. "We can't wait to hear you story, Elu. Allow me to introduce you to some fine young Hobbits. This is my cousin, Frodo Baggins and these are Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. You already know Sam I understand."
Elu tipped his head toward the three Hobbits.
"You really are an Orc!" The one named Meriadoc exclaimed, standing up and moving to gaze up at him in wonder. "You can call me Merry." He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Pippin." The smallest of the three said, smiling rather shyly at him.
"It is nice to meet you both. And you as well, Frodo."
Frodo smiled and shook Elu's hand.
"It is nice to meet you, Elu. Bilbo has told us all about you. And Sam as well. Oh," He turned to Legolas. "And you as well, Prince Legolas. Though that was long ago."
Legolas gazed at the old Hobbit, knowing quite well what he had told them. And everyone else that would listen.
Bilbo smiled and shrugged.
"At least I didn't mention it – or other things - when I was telling my story to the Council, Legolas."
A faint tinge of color touched the Elf's cheeks, but he said nothing.
"Did Gandalf give you your presents, Elu?" Bilbo asked, moving across the room to get his pipe from the mantle.
"Yes. I was very pleased." He held out his own pipe for the Hobbit to inspect.
"That is very nice. Shall we try it out?"
While Bilbo showed the Orc the finer points of packing the bowl, Legolas became aware of the stares of the three younger Hobbits. He turned to look at them, and found them staring at him with amused grins on their faces. He turned away, looking for an excuse to leave. When the first curls of smoke began to fill the air, he turned to Elu.
"I just remembered that I need to speak to Gonthalion." He said hurriedly and left the room.
Merry, Pippin and Frodo burst into laughter.
"Some day I have a story to tell you, Elu." Bilbo said, watching the fleeing Elf with a look of delight.
It was that very night in the Hall of Fire that Elu got to see Jess and Nirnaeth. He was seated with the Mirkwood Elves listening to the songs and music that filled the Hall. Suddenly he felt something hit his back. He grunted and turned to see Jess, clinging to him. The child crawled into his lap and hugged him fiercely, burying his face against the Orc's chest. Elu looked so pleased, that everyone about them smiled. He was even more pleased when Nirnaeth came to sit beside him.
"I would like to speak with you later." He had said softly.
Elu was amazed by the quiet smile that touched the Elf's lips.
As they listened to a few more songs Jess sat by the Orc's side, holding his hand. Finally unable to control himself any longer, he tugged him up and pulled him to the door. Nirnaeth smiled at Legolas and followed them.
"What is he saying?" Elu asked as Jess signed at him.
"He is saying thank you for coming to help him. I want to thank you as well. It was a very foolish thing for him to leave by himself and he knows that now." He smiled at his son, reaching to gently stroke the blonde hair. "And it was foolish of me to go after him alone. We have both learned many things from this experience, have we not, nin mell." [my dear]
Jess looked up at his father and smiled, taking his hand. Nirnaeth bent and brushed his lips against the knuckles.
"Please forgive me, Elu Heneb. I was – wrong about you and I would like to get to know you better."
Elu smiled at him.
"I would like that as well."
"I would also like for you and Jess to perform your song for me, Elu." Nirnaeth said. "I – I didn't get to hear it the other evening."
Jess smiled up at his friend hopefully, not releasing his father's hand.
"I would be honored to perform it again with Jess." He said, smiling at the two.
The three made a strange looking group as they walked down the moonlit path to fetch Jess' harp: the child swinging the hands of the two larger beings at either side.
Elu brushed the last of the wood dust from the figure cupped in his hands. He gazed at it, feeling the now familiar swell of sadness. He blinked back the rush of tears and stood, carefully wrapping the figure in a red handkerchief, the one Legolas had dropped that day in the garden when he had been speaking with Dunadan. It seemed so long ago, yet time had flown by so quickly and now the day was here.
Lord Elrond had chosen the others who were to comprise the Fellowship of the Ring and accompany Frodo and Sam on their journey. Mithrandir of course would lead them on their quest. Aragorn was going also and Boromir. Aragorn would travel on to Minas Tirith with the man of Gondor, but the road they would travel lay together with that of Frodo and the Ring for many hundreds of miles. Young Merry and Pippin had been allowed to go though Elrond had counseled against it, especially Pippin. But the small Hobbit would not be denied.
"Then, Lord Elrond," He had declared. "You will have to lock me in prison, or send me home tied in a sack. For otherwise I shall follow the Company."
Gimli had been chosen to represent the Dwarves, making Gloin very proud of his son. The young Dwarf was very honored to have been chosen and he and Eikenstan had talked for days about the journey south.
"If only we could see Moria." Gimli had said.
"It is indeed a sight to see, Gimli." Eikenstan had agreed, remembering his former home fondly.
But it was the ninth and last member that had broken Elu's heart. Legolas was chosen to represent the Elves. The prince had been surprised in this selection of himself. There were so many others more worthy of this honor, others who could serve the Ring-bearer better than himself. But Elrond had chosen him and he would accompany them as far as was necessary.
Gonthalion nearly burst with pride. Silinde and Tavor had hugged him happily.
"Your father will be so proud of you, young Legolas." The older Elf had told him, eyes shining. But then he frowned and looked at his two younger companions. "Unfortunately the task of telling your father of your journey lies with us."
Silinde and Tavor both paled visibly.
"I think you will fare better on your quest than we, Legolas." Tavor said quietly.
The Sword of Elendil was forged anew by Elvish smiths, and on its blade was traced a device of seven stars set between the crescent Moon and the rayed Sun, and about them was written many runes; for Aragorn son of Arathorn was going to war upon the marches of Mordor. Very bright was that sword when it was made whole again; the light of the sun shone redly in it and the light of the moon shone cold, and its edge was hard and keen. And Aragorn gave I a new name and called it Anduril, Flame of the West.
…but in the West a pale light lingered…
Aragorn smiled as he held his reforged sword aloft.
"It is time, Elu." Elrond had said, looking at the Orc.
Elu nodded and together he and Legolas walked to the forge. In the Orc's hand was the Black Arrow.
"It will never fly again." Elu said, looking at Legolas.
The Elf smiled and watched as the Orc threw the arrow into the mighty blaze and it turned to ash.
Over the last few days Aragorn and Gandalf poured over maps and books of lore. And at times Frodo would join them though most of his time was spent with Bilbo. Many evenings the Hobbits would sit together in the Hall of Fire listening to the great tales and songs. Boromir prepared for his journey home, often thinking of all the things he would tell Faramir. Gimli spent his time with his father and Eikenstan, sometimes speaking of the wonders of Moria and what may have befallen there since Eikenstan's leaving. Legolas spent his time with the other Mirkwood Elves, but mostly with Elu. They were happy days, but always the shadow of parting was over them.
On the morning of the last day Frodo had been alone with Bilbo and the old Hobbit had given him his sword Sting and a beautiful mail coat of mithril studded with white gems. And a belt of pearl and crystal.
"I should look – well, I don't think I should look right in it." Frodo had said, looking with wonder on the beautiful thing.
"Just what I said myself." Bilbo replied, watching the gems spark and flash. "But never mind about looks. You can wear it under your outer clothes. Come on! You must share this secret with me. Don't tell anybody else! But I should feel happier if I know you were wearing it. I have a fancy it would turn even the knives of the Black Riders." He turned away slightly, so Frodo wouldn't see his tears. But he had of course.
"Very well, I will take it."
Bilbo helped him to put it on and fastened Sting at the belt. Over this Frodo put on his old breeches, tunic, and jacket.
"Just a plain hobbit you look." Bilbo told him, brushing at the jacket sleeve. "But there is more about you now than appears on the surface. Good luck to you!"
They were to set out at dusk and had gathered in the great hall by the fire with those who wished to see them off. A cold wind blew from the East and clouds scudded across a grey sky. Most of the farewells had been said as they waited for Gandalf. Bilbo was huddled in a cloak and stood silently by Frodo on the doorstep. Aragorn sat nearby, his head on his knees. Destiny and duty weighed most heavily in this moment. His parting with Arwen had been bittersweet. Their future now rested in his hands. Sam was standing by Bill the pony that had traveled with them from Bree.
"Bill, my lad," He said, "you oughtn't to have took up with us. You could have stayed here and et the best hay till the new grass comes."
But Bill remained silent, swishing his tail.
Elu stood with Legolas a little apart. The Orc couldn't speak for fear that the tears that threatened would spill. It seemed that Legolas had no voice for conversation either. It was enough just to stand close to one another.
At that moment Elrond came out with Gandalf and called them to him.
"This is my last word. The Ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom. On him alone is any charge laid: neither to cast away the Ring, nor to deliver it to any servant of the Enemy nor indeed to let any handle it, save members of the Company and the Council, and only then in gravest need. The others go with him as free companions, to help him on his way. You may tarry, or come back, or turn aside into other paths, as chance allows. The further you go, the less easy will it be to withdraw; yet no oath or bond is laid on you to go further than you will. For you do not yet know the strength of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet upon the road."
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens." Gimli said gruffly.
"Maybe," said Elrond, "but let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall."
"Yet sworn word may strengthen quaking heart." The Dwarf said.
"Or break it," said Elrond. "Look not too far ahead. But go now with good hearts! Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. I elenath sila am thirath." [(May) the stars shine upon (your) faces!]
"Good…good luck!" Bilbo cried, clasping Frodo to him one last time. "I don't suppose you will be able to keep a diary, Frodo my lad, but I shall expect a full account when you get back. And don't be gone too long."
Frodo nodded, blinking back tears, before embracing the old Hobbit once more before moving away.
"Farewell!" Bilbo called after him, shivering with cold, tears running down his wrinkled cheeks.
Legolas turned to Elu, not surprised to see the tears on his face.
"I will be back before you know I am gone, nin mellon." He said, lightly, though his heart ached at the leaving.
"I already miss you, Legolas Elvellon."
Tears slipped from both pairs of blue eyes and they embraced.
"You have much to do here and the time will go by quickly. Lord Elrond will be a wonderful teacher. And you will have Jess and Nirnaeth, and Bilbo to talk with. I – I must go." He glanced at where the others stood, waiting for him to finish. "Namarie, Elu."
"Namarie, Legolas Elvellon."
The embraced once more.
"I – I want you to have this." He said handing Legolas something wrapped in a red handkerchief. "It is so you won't forget me."
"I would never forget you, nin mellon." He unwrapped the small bundle. Inside was a carved figure of an Orc. An exact likeness of Elu himself, complete with his warrior's braids. And with it was a silver and green brooch fashioned like an oak leaf. Legolas looked up at the Orc.
"It is the one you gave me that I carried with me into darkness. It helped me to remember. And I want to give it to you now."
Legolas stared at it, heedless of the tears that blurred his vision.
"I will always remember, nin mellon. Always."
Their eyes met once more then Legolas pinned the brooch to his cloak and placed the wound the scarlet silk about the Orc figure and placed it carefully into his pack.
"Elenath sila erin le, Elu." [Stars shine on you]
"Elenath sila erin le, Legolas Elvellon."
Legolas smiled and stroked the Orc's cheek. Elu's hand covered his for a moment and then Legolas turned and joined the Fellowship.
Many others of Elrond's household stood in the shadows and watched them go, bidding them farewell with soft voices. There was no laughter, and no song or music. At last they turned away and faded silently into the dusk.
They crossed the bridge and wound slowly up the long steep paths that led out of the cloven vale of Rivendell; and they came at length to the high moor where the wind hissed through the heather. Then with one glance at the Last Homely House twinkling below them they strode away far into the night.
Elu and Bilbo were the last ones to leave the steps before entering the hall to stand by the fire to get warm. A few others had lingered, speaking quietly.
"I miss them already." Bilbo said, pulling the cloak more tightly about them, and mopping at his face with a red handkerchief. "I do hope they will return soon."
Elu nodded staring out into the night beyond the doorway.
They were joined by Jess, Nirnaeth and Eikenstan.
"They are all very brave to do this." The Dwarf said, holding his hands out to the fire.
"Very brave. May Elbereth go with them." Nirnaeth said, laying a hand on his son's shoulder.
Sensing his two friends great sorrow at the parting Jess hugged Bilbo and then Elu.
"Jess and I have been talking, Elu." Nirnaeth said. "When you have finished your training here with Lord Elrond, we would like to travel with you – and with Prince Legolas if he has returned by then – to Mirkwood. That is if you would like us to accompany you."
Elu looked up at the Elf. Nirnaeth smiled and held out his hand.
"I would like to be your friend. If you will have me." He said as the Orc took it in his own. "Now that I know you will not kill and eat my son. Or me." A small smile of amusement touched his lips.
Elu laughed slightly. Yes, Nirnaeth was definitely not as reserved as once he had been.
"I would like that. I will need a friend since Legolas Elvellon has gone."
"He will be back, Elu." A voice behind him said. "Do not fear. As will Frodo, my dear Bilbo."
They turned to see Glorfindel standing behind them.
"We know that, Glorfindel." Bilbo said shaking his head. "Well, I am for a warm bed. Good night." The old Hobbit shuffled away, his head down.
After he had left them, Elu hung his head, silent tears coursing down his cheeks.
"He was my first friend." He said quietly, staring at the flames.
"But not your last. You have made many friends. And I too would be honored to be numbered among them."
Elu looked up at the golden Elf Lord in surprise.
Suddenly Glorfindel threw his arms about the Orc in an awkward embrace.
Eikenstan and Nirnaeth exchanged startled glances, but Jess smiled widely embracing them both.
Glorfindel stepped away, cleared his throat and straightened his clothing.
"Yes. Well. Good night." He turned and strode from the hall looking very tall and dignified.
"Well now." Eikenstan said quietly. "That was something."
Nirnaeth laughed slightly and was soon joined by Eikenstan and Jess. And then Elu.
In the distance a quavering voice could be heard singing softly.
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.
Part of this are taken from the FOTR. The poem at the end is Bilbo's.
Elu sat quietly carving a small figurine, watching as the tiny curls of wood fell to the grass at his feet. So many things had happened since that night in Narbeleth (October) that he scarcely had noticed the days flying by. It was Girithron (December) now, nearly two months later. Elu glanced at the winter sky and remembered the day he, along with Legolas, Dunadan, and Boromir, had come back to Rivendell after he had been wounded during the rescue of Nirnaeth and Jessolothrad.
When he had gone to Elithil, the horse had trotted to him, butting him very gently with her head. Then she proceeded to scold him in the manner of horses with a great many snorts and whickering. He allowed her to finish, then he scratched and patted her, reassuring her that he was well.
When they were leaving the Imladris' stables later that day they were met by Lord Elrond and Gandalf.
"You are looking well, Elu." Elrond had said, surveying the Orc with satisfaction.
"Thank you, Lord Elrond." Elu said, grasping the Elf Lord's hands. "Thank you so much."
Elrond smiled at him.
"I must admit that I had my doubts. I have never tried to Heal an Orc before."
"There must be a first time for everything, my dear Elrond." Gandalf said with a twinkle in his eyes. He then turned to wink at Legolas before turning to the Orc. "I have a present for you in here somewhere, Elu." He rummaged in the pockets of his robe and pulled out something wrapped in a dark blue handkerchief. "Mine are blue." He laughed with a glance at Elrond.
Elu took the silken cloth and carefully unrolled it. Inside was an exquisitely simple pipe.
"Bilbo said that you didn't have one. And he told me that you seemed to enjoy smoking," Here he grinned at Legolas again. "So I thought you should have a pipe of your own. Oh! And here is a packet of Old Toby leaves. They are from Bilbo."
Elu was admiring the pipe and sniffing the fragrant leaves appreciatively so he missed the embarrassment that flooded his friend's face. But Aragorn did notice. He had had an interesting conversation with Bilbo once.
"I'll see if I can find one of my old pipes for you, Legolas." He said with a smirk.
The Elf turned to him, his blue eyes filled with surprise, which was quickly replaced with a sneer. Then he deliberately looked away. The Ranger swallowed a laugh and turned as Sam came running up to them.
"You're back, Mr. Elu!" He said breathlessly, a smile lighting his face. "Mr. Bilbo said to fetch you when you got back. That is - if that is all right with you, Lord Elrond, sir."
"Yes, of course. I just wished to see how my patient fared. Go and see Bilbo, Elu. I'm certain that he will want to hear your tale from your own mouth."
"Thank you again, Lord Elrond. And thank you, Mithrandir, for the pipe." He surprised the Istari by grabbing him in a fierce bear hug. Gandalf looked shocked for a moment, then he laughed and returned the hug. "Will you come with me, Legolas Elvellon? I want to try out my new pipe. And if Dunadan can loan you one of his old ones – "
"I don't smoke, Elu. But I will accompany you." He turned to glare at the Ranger slightly, who smirked at him again. Legolas took a deep breath. "Thank you for what you have done, Estel."
The smirk became a true smile.
"Anytime, Legolas."
"And thank you, Boromir."
The man of Gondor smiled and nodded.
"It was my pleasure. It is much too quiet here by far." He nodded to them all and headed for his room.
"Come, Legolas. I don't want to keep Bilbo waiting."
As they walked away, Elrond turned to his foster son.
"What is this about Legolas and a pipe? Elves don't smoke."
"I'm surprised that Bilbo hasn't told you."
"He hasn't. Though it seems he has told everyone else."
"Perhaps he hasn't told you because Elves don't smoke." Gandalf said wryly with a grin at Aragorn.
"Will you tell me or should I ask Legolas himself?" Elrond said, ignoring the Wizard.
Aragorn and Gandalf glanced at one another and burst into laughter.
"I will tell you." Aragorn said amiably. "I don't think you'd ever get Mirkwood's Prince to tell. It all happened seventy-seven years ago…"
Bilbo looked up from his writing as Elu and Legolas entered.
"Ah! Look who is here." He said. "It is the valiant Orc himself. Come in! Come in!"
Elu smiled at the Hobbit and entered the room. Bilbo moved to greet him and grasped his hand affectionately.
"You've had quite an adventure I understand." He said looking the Orc up and down to see if there were any evidence of his recent mishap.
"Yes, I have. And I will tell you all about it, but first – " He glanced about the room as if searching for someone. "How is Jess? And Nirnaeth?"
Bilbo frowned slightly.
"Poor little thing is probably asleep. He was very distraught when they returned. Took him quite a while to calm down. Though I am sure he will be fine now. And Nirnaeth – well, he seems different somehow." Bilbo raised his brows as he thought. "Not so reserved. He was reserved even for an Elf. Offered him my pipe once, but-" He smiled up at Legolas and winked. "But Elves don't smoke." When the archer from Mirkwood pointedly ignored him, he continued. "We can't wait to hear you story, Elu. Allow me to introduce you to some fine young Hobbits. This is my cousin, Frodo Baggins and these are Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. You already know Sam I understand."
Elu tipped his head toward the three Hobbits.
"You really are an Orc!" The one named Meriadoc exclaimed, standing up and moving to gaze up at him in wonder. "You can call me Merry." He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Pippin." The smallest of the three said, smiling rather shyly at him.
"It is nice to meet you both. And you as well, Frodo."
Frodo smiled and shook Elu's hand.
"It is nice to meet you, Elu. Bilbo has told us all about you. And Sam as well. Oh," He turned to Legolas. "And you as well, Prince Legolas. Though that was long ago."
Legolas gazed at the old Hobbit, knowing quite well what he had told them. And everyone else that would listen.
Bilbo smiled and shrugged.
"At least I didn't mention it – or other things - when I was telling my story to the Council, Legolas."
A faint tinge of color touched the Elf's cheeks, but he said nothing.
"Did Gandalf give you your presents, Elu?" Bilbo asked, moving across the room to get his pipe from the mantle.
"Yes. I was very pleased." He held out his own pipe for the Hobbit to inspect.
"That is very nice. Shall we try it out?"
While Bilbo showed the Orc the finer points of packing the bowl, Legolas became aware of the stares of the three younger Hobbits. He turned to look at them, and found them staring at him with amused grins on their faces. He turned away, looking for an excuse to leave. When the first curls of smoke began to fill the air, he turned to Elu.
"I just remembered that I need to speak to Gonthalion." He said hurriedly and left the room.
Merry, Pippin and Frodo burst into laughter.
"Some day I have a story to tell you, Elu." Bilbo said, watching the fleeing Elf with a look of delight.
It was that very night in the Hall of Fire that Elu got to see Jess and Nirnaeth. He was seated with the Mirkwood Elves listening to the songs and music that filled the Hall. Suddenly he felt something hit his back. He grunted and turned to see Jess, clinging to him. The child crawled into his lap and hugged him fiercely, burying his face against the Orc's chest. Elu looked so pleased, that everyone about them smiled. He was even more pleased when Nirnaeth came to sit beside him.
"I would like to speak with you later." He had said softly.
Elu was amazed by the quiet smile that touched the Elf's lips.
As they listened to a few more songs Jess sat by the Orc's side, holding his hand. Finally unable to control himself any longer, he tugged him up and pulled him to the door. Nirnaeth smiled at Legolas and followed them.
"What is he saying?" Elu asked as Jess signed at him.
"He is saying thank you for coming to help him. I want to thank you as well. It was a very foolish thing for him to leave by himself and he knows that now." He smiled at his son, reaching to gently stroke the blonde hair. "And it was foolish of me to go after him alone. We have both learned many things from this experience, have we not, nin mell." [my dear]
Jess looked up at his father and smiled, taking his hand. Nirnaeth bent and brushed his lips against the knuckles.
"Please forgive me, Elu Heneb. I was – wrong about you and I would like to get to know you better."
Elu smiled at him.
"I would like that as well."
"I would also like for you and Jess to perform your song for me, Elu." Nirnaeth said. "I – I didn't get to hear it the other evening."
Jess smiled up at his friend hopefully, not releasing his father's hand.
"I would be honored to perform it again with Jess." He said, smiling at the two.
The three made a strange looking group as they walked down the moonlit path to fetch Jess' harp: the child swinging the hands of the two larger beings at either side.
Elu brushed the last of the wood dust from the figure cupped in his hands. He gazed at it, feeling the now familiar swell of sadness. He blinked back the rush of tears and stood, carefully wrapping the figure in a red handkerchief, the one Legolas had dropped that day in the garden when he had been speaking with Dunadan. It seemed so long ago, yet time had flown by so quickly and now the day was here.
Lord Elrond had chosen the others who were to comprise the Fellowship of the Ring and accompany Frodo and Sam on their journey. Mithrandir of course would lead them on their quest. Aragorn was going also and Boromir. Aragorn would travel on to Minas Tirith with the man of Gondor, but the road they would travel lay together with that of Frodo and the Ring for many hundreds of miles. Young Merry and Pippin had been allowed to go though Elrond had counseled against it, especially Pippin. But the small Hobbit would not be denied.
"Then, Lord Elrond," He had declared. "You will have to lock me in prison, or send me home tied in a sack. For otherwise I shall follow the Company."
Gimli had been chosen to represent the Dwarves, making Gloin very proud of his son. The young Dwarf was very honored to have been chosen and he and Eikenstan had talked for days about the journey south.
"If only we could see Moria." Gimli had said.
"It is indeed a sight to see, Gimli." Eikenstan had agreed, remembering his former home fondly.
But it was the ninth and last member that had broken Elu's heart. Legolas was chosen to represent the Elves. The prince had been surprised in this selection of himself. There were so many others more worthy of this honor, others who could serve the Ring-bearer better than himself. But Elrond had chosen him and he would accompany them as far as was necessary.
Gonthalion nearly burst with pride. Silinde and Tavor had hugged him happily.
"Your father will be so proud of you, young Legolas." The older Elf had told him, eyes shining. But then he frowned and looked at his two younger companions. "Unfortunately the task of telling your father of your journey lies with us."
Silinde and Tavor both paled visibly.
"I think you will fare better on your quest than we, Legolas." Tavor said quietly.
The Sword of Elendil was forged anew by Elvish smiths, and on its blade was traced a device of seven stars set between the crescent Moon and the rayed Sun, and about them was written many runes; for Aragorn son of Arathorn was going to war upon the marches of Mordor. Very bright was that sword when it was made whole again; the light of the sun shone redly in it and the light of the moon shone cold, and its edge was hard and keen. And Aragorn gave I a new name and called it Anduril, Flame of the West.
…but in the West a pale light lingered…
Aragorn smiled as he held his reforged sword aloft.
"It is time, Elu." Elrond had said, looking at the Orc.
Elu nodded and together he and Legolas walked to the forge. In the Orc's hand was the Black Arrow.
"It will never fly again." Elu said, looking at Legolas.
The Elf smiled and watched as the Orc threw the arrow into the mighty blaze and it turned to ash.
Over the last few days Aragorn and Gandalf poured over maps and books of lore. And at times Frodo would join them though most of his time was spent with Bilbo. Many evenings the Hobbits would sit together in the Hall of Fire listening to the great tales and songs. Boromir prepared for his journey home, often thinking of all the things he would tell Faramir. Gimli spent his time with his father and Eikenstan, sometimes speaking of the wonders of Moria and what may have befallen there since Eikenstan's leaving. Legolas spent his time with the other Mirkwood Elves, but mostly with Elu. They were happy days, but always the shadow of parting was over them.
On the morning of the last day Frodo had been alone with Bilbo and the old Hobbit had given him his sword Sting and a beautiful mail coat of mithril studded with white gems. And a belt of pearl and crystal.
"I should look – well, I don't think I should look right in it." Frodo had said, looking with wonder on the beautiful thing.
"Just what I said myself." Bilbo replied, watching the gems spark and flash. "But never mind about looks. You can wear it under your outer clothes. Come on! You must share this secret with me. Don't tell anybody else! But I should feel happier if I know you were wearing it. I have a fancy it would turn even the knives of the Black Riders." He turned away slightly, so Frodo wouldn't see his tears. But he had of course.
"Very well, I will take it."
Bilbo helped him to put it on and fastened Sting at the belt. Over this Frodo put on his old breeches, tunic, and jacket.
"Just a plain hobbit you look." Bilbo told him, brushing at the jacket sleeve. "But there is more about you now than appears on the surface. Good luck to you!"
They were to set out at dusk and had gathered in the great hall by the fire with those who wished to see them off. A cold wind blew from the East and clouds scudded across a grey sky. Most of the farewells had been said as they waited for Gandalf. Bilbo was huddled in a cloak and stood silently by Frodo on the doorstep. Aragorn sat nearby, his head on his knees. Destiny and duty weighed most heavily in this moment. His parting with Arwen had been bittersweet. Their future now rested in his hands. Sam was standing by Bill the pony that had traveled with them from Bree.
"Bill, my lad," He said, "you oughtn't to have took up with us. You could have stayed here and et the best hay till the new grass comes."
But Bill remained silent, swishing his tail.
Elu stood with Legolas a little apart. The Orc couldn't speak for fear that the tears that threatened would spill. It seemed that Legolas had no voice for conversation either. It was enough just to stand close to one another.
At that moment Elrond came out with Gandalf and called them to him.
"This is my last word. The Ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom. On him alone is any charge laid: neither to cast away the Ring, nor to deliver it to any servant of the Enemy nor indeed to let any handle it, save members of the Company and the Council, and only then in gravest need. The others go with him as free companions, to help him on his way. You may tarry, or come back, or turn aside into other paths, as chance allows. The further you go, the less easy will it be to withdraw; yet no oath or bond is laid on you to go further than you will. For you do not yet know the strength of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet upon the road."
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens." Gimli said gruffly.
"Maybe," said Elrond, "but let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall."
"Yet sworn word may strengthen quaking heart." The Dwarf said.
"Or break it," said Elrond. "Look not too far ahead. But go now with good hearts! Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. I elenath sila am thirath." [(May) the stars shine upon (your) faces!]
"Good…good luck!" Bilbo cried, clasping Frodo to him one last time. "I don't suppose you will be able to keep a diary, Frodo my lad, but I shall expect a full account when you get back. And don't be gone too long."
Frodo nodded, blinking back tears, before embracing the old Hobbit once more before moving away.
"Farewell!" Bilbo called after him, shivering with cold, tears running down his wrinkled cheeks.
Legolas turned to Elu, not surprised to see the tears on his face.
"I will be back before you know I am gone, nin mellon." He said, lightly, though his heart ached at the leaving.
"I already miss you, Legolas Elvellon."
Tears slipped from both pairs of blue eyes and they embraced.
"You have much to do here and the time will go by quickly. Lord Elrond will be a wonderful teacher. And you will have Jess and Nirnaeth, and Bilbo to talk with. I – I must go." He glanced at where the others stood, waiting for him to finish. "Namarie, Elu."
"Namarie, Legolas Elvellon."
The embraced once more.
"I – I want you to have this." He said handing Legolas something wrapped in a red handkerchief. "It is so you won't forget me."
"I would never forget you, nin mellon." He unwrapped the small bundle. Inside was a carved figure of an Orc. An exact likeness of Elu himself, complete with his warrior's braids. And with it was a silver and green brooch fashioned like an oak leaf. Legolas looked up at the Orc.
"It is the one you gave me that I carried with me into darkness. It helped me to remember. And I want to give it to you now."
Legolas stared at it, heedless of the tears that blurred his vision.
"I will always remember, nin mellon. Always."
Their eyes met once more then Legolas pinned the brooch to his cloak and placed the wound the scarlet silk about the Orc figure and placed it carefully into his pack.
"Elenath sila erin le, Elu." [Stars shine on you]
"Elenath sila erin le, Legolas Elvellon."
Legolas smiled and stroked the Orc's cheek. Elu's hand covered his for a moment and then Legolas turned and joined the Fellowship.
Many others of Elrond's household stood in the shadows and watched them go, bidding them farewell with soft voices. There was no laughter, and no song or music. At last they turned away and faded silently into the dusk.
They crossed the bridge and wound slowly up the long steep paths that led out of the cloven vale of Rivendell; and they came at length to the high moor where the wind hissed through the heather. Then with one glance at the Last Homely House twinkling below them they strode away far into the night.
Elu and Bilbo were the last ones to leave the steps before entering the hall to stand by the fire to get warm. A few others had lingered, speaking quietly.
"I miss them already." Bilbo said, pulling the cloak more tightly about them, and mopping at his face with a red handkerchief. "I do hope they will return soon."
Elu nodded staring out into the night beyond the doorway.
They were joined by Jess, Nirnaeth and Eikenstan.
"They are all very brave to do this." The Dwarf said, holding his hands out to the fire.
"Very brave. May Elbereth go with them." Nirnaeth said, laying a hand on his son's shoulder.
Sensing his two friends great sorrow at the parting Jess hugged Bilbo and then Elu.
"Jess and I have been talking, Elu." Nirnaeth said. "When you have finished your training here with Lord Elrond, we would like to travel with you – and with Prince Legolas if he has returned by then – to Mirkwood. That is if you would like us to accompany you."
Elu looked up at the Elf. Nirnaeth smiled and held out his hand.
"I would like to be your friend. If you will have me." He said as the Orc took it in his own. "Now that I know you will not kill and eat my son. Or me." A small smile of amusement touched his lips.
Elu laughed slightly. Yes, Nirnaeth was definitely not as reserved as once he had been.
"I would like that. I will need a friend since Legolas Elvellon has gone."
"He will be back, Elu." A voice behind him said. "Do not fear. As will Frodo, my dear Bilbo."
They turned to see Glorfindel standing behind them.
"We know that, Glorfindel." Bilbo said shaking his head. "Well, I am for a warm bed. Good night." The old Hobbit shuffled away, his head down.
After he had left them, Elu hung his head, silent tears coursing down his cheeks.
"He was my first friend." He said quietly, staring at the flames.
"But not your last. You have made many friends. And I too would be honored to be numbered among them."
Elu looked up at the golden Elf Lord in surprise.
Suddenly Glorfindel threw his arms about the Orc in an awkward embrace.
Eikenstan and Nirnaeth exchanged startled glances, but Jess smiled widely embracing them both.
Glorfindel stepped away, cleared his throat and straightened his clothing.
"Yes. Well. Good night." He turned and strode from the hall looking very tall and dignified.
"Well now." Eikenstan said quietly. "That was something."
Nirnaeth laughed slightly and was soon joined by Eikenstan and Jess. And then Elu.
In the distance a quavering voice could be heard singing softly.
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.