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| 6 Fourth Age: Revealing the Magic [MP]; [ Closed - Haeleana ] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 15 Sep 2008, 01:11 PM (675 Views) | |
| Deleted User | 15 Sep 2008, 01:11 PM Post #1 |
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On the morning when Milo and Haeleana had set out on their journey to Weathertop, the Hobbit had had high expectations. He had slept exceptionally well, ate a delicious breakfast, and managed to leave Bree without arousing the suspicions of his family. Now he was off on a great adventure. Or so he’d thought. He had met Haeleana by the city gates. His sturdy black pony, Sable, was saddled and packed with everything Milo might need for a two week trek to Weathertop and back. The road from Bree was good enough, if not as a smooth as the way from the Shire to Bree. Three days out in the wild with no hope of a warm fire and hearty meal had dampened Milo’s spirits. He still kept his eyes opened for any sign of geographic landmark and drew the road as it curved and wandered. He was beginning to regret dreaming so big. What did one Hobbit need to do all this travelling away from the comfort of his own home for anyway? “How much longer do we have, Haeleana?” Milo asked, glancing down at his rough rendering of the road. “About a day or …” He was hoping it was no more than a day. Milo was already anxious about getting back to Bree and giving up his dreams of mapping Eriador. He’d just borrow one of Merry’s maps from Rohan and draw an embellished version based on that. |
| Deleted User | 15 Sep 2008, 03:13 PM Post #2 |
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The morning was cool when Haeleana waited for the hobbit by the gates of Bree. She was wearing her long dark green cloak, her hood was up and she was carrying her bow and arrows on her back and her sword and dagger at her waist. Her own white horse Athelas named after her favourite herb, stood by her waiting for his mistress to mount him. Upon sight of the hobbit she mounted her horse and together they had set off on their journey. Haeleana was used to the journey and so she enjoyed being out and around nature once more. She had instructed Milo not to ride his pony all day just as she walked beside her horse. If the path was good she would suggest walking but if it was fit only for an animal then she would instruct the hobbit to ride. They had been travelling three days and she was sure they would arrive within the next few hours. She had enjoyed staying up to guard Milo whilst he slept. She managed a little sleep but she would rest at Weathertop whilst Milo worked on his map. She was feeling rather sleepy as she sat on her horse letting Athelas do his job. She glanced back at the hobbit with a small smile. "The next few hours are the last part of the journey, Milo" she said gently. "You can see Weathertop now, look!" she gestured to where Weathertop stood looming over them. Haeleana smiled slightly. She was very fond of Weathertop as she and her tribe had stayed there many nights. |
| Deleted User | 15 Sep 2008, 07:05 PM Post #3 |
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The Hobbit was relieved to hear they were almost at Weathertop. Whatever had led him to assume it would be a quick journey, like a pleasant walk from Hobbiton to Bywater, he’d never know. “That? It just looks like a lump in the distance.” From her higher place on the horse, Haeleana probably could see it better. Sable was a little animal, even by pony standards, but he was strong and friendly. As the day went on, the lump became more and more defined. Milo furrowed his brow once he was able to see all of Weathertop. He’d been told it had once been a great look-out tower. It was tall enough, certainly, but it was just ruins now. The thought gave him a shock. Men had been building their empires even before Hobbits had found the Shire. “I change my mind,” the Hobbit said. “This is no lump. Should we climb up before we lose the light?” He would feel safer up high than down here by the road. It was Milo’s hope that they could stay at Weathertop all tomorrow as well and he could draw the surrounding lands from a good vantage point. |
| Deleted User | 16 Sep 2008, 12:17 AM Post #4 |
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“That? It just looks like a lump in the distance.” Haeleana smiled a little as they approached the disjointed mound in front of them. She glanced at the hobbit smiling at how funny they must look together. Not that she minded, she had enjoyed his company. The lightness in her heart made her want to sing and sing in Elvish at that. So she started to sing, her voice light and soft on the breeze. "I ngîl cennin erthiel Ne menel aduial, Ha glingant be vîr Síliel moe. " She looked up at Weathertop once more as she continued to sing. The dark shadow of it loomed over her but she merely smiled and sang again. "I ngîl cennin firiel Ne menel aduial, And-dúr naun i fuin a galad firn Naegriel moe. " She felt her horse move almost to the lyrics and knew that her Elvish singing was soothing the horse in the sight of this intimidating watch tower. She slowly guided her horse up the path towards the centre of Weathertop. "An i natha An i naun ului A chuil, ann-cuiannen Am meleth, perónen." Once they were at the top she dismounted looking around carefulyl for signs of trouble. She turned to Milo with a smile. "A few days should give you the view you need. Sometimes the clouds hide the view so it is inadvisable to stay less than two days here" Translation I saw a star rise high in the Evening sky, It hung like a jewel, Softly shining. I saw a star fade in the Evening sky, The dark was too deep and so light died, Softly pining. For what might have been, For what never was. For a life, long lived For a love half given |
| Deleted User | 16 Sep 2008, 01:16 PM Post #5 |
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The climb up Weathertop was not as hard as Milo had imagined. There was a path worn into the rocks, like the people who had built the watchtower had never stopped using it. He glanced sidelong at Haeleana. Of course they hadn’t stopped coming here. The view was spectacular. Milo breathed in a deep gasp as he took in the flat lands to the west and the hilly terrain stretching south. He knew that somewhere along that road were the Trollshaws where Bilbo had tricked the mountain trolls into turning to stone in the morning light. Beyond that lay the Elven refuge of Rivendell. Milo felt very small. There was a whole world he had never seen, and it was likely he never would. He stepped back from the edge and turned his eyes to the ground. He had come here to map Eriador, not dream up great adventures he would never go on. “I won’t have enough light left after supper,” the Hobbit said, coming to rest around the fire. “I’ll do the touching up on my maps tomorrow, but a few days here would be nice. Especially, as you as, if the weather is not so good.” Milo was just reaching forward to take the spit off the fire when the flames leapt into the air and consumed the roasting meat. He fell back with one hand over his face. He’d never seen a campfire so high or hot. Just as suddenly as the flames reared up, they went out entirely The summit of Weathertop was plunged into twilight. Milo was still on the ground, blinking away light spots from his eyes. When he sat upright, he glanced around nervously. “Haeleana?” he asked, in a small voice. Unsure if she could hear him, he asked louder, “Haeleana?” |
| Deleted User | 16 Sep 2008, 02:28 PM Post #6 |
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Haeleana had wandered off to explore more of Weathetop. She ran her hand along the stone walls practically feeling the history flow through her fingers. She smiled as she wondered how many years had passed since the Tower of Amon Sul had seen any guarding activity as such. When she came to the edge of the Tower she stopped and gazed out over Weathertop. It was a dark view but even so the sight of little lights in the distance made the place feel special. She heard movement behind her and she turned around pulling out her sword straight away as was Dunedein instinct. She couldn't see anything because it was dark. She felt her heart start to beat a little faster. She took a few deep breaths preparing herself for some sort of assault. She took a tentative step forwards. "Milo?" She heard a shuffle and she stepped forward once more only to let out a scream as she finally saw who it was... |
| Deleted User | 17 Sep 2008, 01:05 PM Post #7 |
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A scream broke the night air. Milo shuddered and instinctively huddled down into a ball. After several agonizing moments of doubt and fear, the Hobbit slowly raised himself up and began creeping in the direction of the scream. Frightened and unarmed, he did not know what he could do for Haeleana, but he had to try. It was the murky hour before the sun set, and Milo could see well enough to notice movement down on the lower part of Weathertop. Through the curling mist, he padded silently as all Hobbits can when they know they must remain undetected. There was a trail in the ground that even his untrained eye could follow. In the semi-darkness of a smooth hollow, Milo saw a stranger shuffling around. The Hobbit crouched down and peered over a small boulder so that nothing but his eyes and the top of his head could be seen. The man was about forty and wearing clothes with no standard or markings. On his palm rested a smooth black stone which seemed to emit a faint glow, though it was hard to discern for sure in the pale light. He was saying some words in a language Milo did not speak. It sent a creeping chill up Milo’s skin. And then he saw Haeleana. Her vibrant hair was impossible to miss. Slightly panicked again, Milo could not think what to do. He couldn’t overpower a man, and he had no weapons. From far away, he heard a faint whinny. A plan sprung into his mind. Inside the hollow, a crack of breaking stone echoed and a wild gust of wind flattened Milo against the boulder. The foreign language became louder, and with a stab of fear, he realized it was an incantation. A Magician. But not one like Gandalf, one like Sharkey who kidnapped and murdered. Milo pushed himself off the boulder, desperate to get away. His foot caught on a jagged piece of rock and he went tumbling down the lower parts of Weathertop. His head smashed against the hard ground, and he knew no more. |
| Deleted User | 17 Sep 2008, 01:34 PM Post #8 |
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"Ada! Ada!" Six year old Haeleana cried loudly as she ran through the tribe looking for her father. "Ada! Ada!" She looked around eager to see his face and feel him scoop her up in his strong arms and feel his stubble graze her cheek as he kissed her. But she could not see him. "Ada! Ada!" she cried again in Elvish. She stopped as she saw the last of the men coming back. She faltered as she did not see her father. Instead she turned and ran towards her mother weaving in and out of the camp. "Naneth! Naneth!" she cried calling for her mother as she saw her at the edge of camp talking to one of the Rangers. Haeleana stopped as she saw her mother begin to cry. She noticed the Ranger look at her in sadness. She realised now why she could not see her father. He was dead and so he would not be coming back. She felt hot tears burning her face and her sight became clouded. She felt her mother's arms wrap around her back. "No veren Haeleana" she said holding her child close. Haeleana continued to sob in her mother's arms Haeleana began to stir. She felt a throbbing in her head and a kind of nausea in her throat. Sitting up quickly she began to be sick in a small black hold in the rock near her. Her head was dizzy and she held her hair back. Once she felt better she sat up and crawled away from the edge. She headed towards light which turned out to be daylight. She winced and bowed her head whilst she gathered the strength to stand. She stumbled a little but finally raised her head adjusting to the light. "Milo!" she called suddenly realising she couldn't see the hobbit. She was at the top of Weathertop now. "Milo!" she rubbed her head nervously. What had happened? It was morning now what had happened in between then and now? Translation Ada - Father Naneth - Mother No Veren - Be bold |
| Deleted User | 17 Sep 2008, 07:52 PM Post #9 |
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Milo was dreaming about the Shire. He could hear the choppy waters of the Brandywine slapping against the hull of his boat. Someone was calling his name from very far away, but in a strange accent not heard among Hobbits. “Milo!” Too slowly, Milo began to awake. He knew what had happened before his body could work right. His legs wanted to jump, and his throat wanted to scream, but all he could do was lay there and blink at the blinding sunlight. The side of his head was throbbing and sticky. He didn’t know why. “Milo!” A familiar creamy face crowned with brilliant red hair swam into his vision. Haeleana! he wanted to shout, but his throat still wasn’t working. He was confused now. She’d been taken, hadn’t she? It had been night when he’d stumbled down Weathertop, right? “What’s wrong with my head?” the Hobbit asked, his words slurring slightly as he regained the use of his body. “What happened to you?” |
| Deleted User | 17 Sep 2008, 08:40 PM Post #10 |
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"Milo!" Haeleane breathed a sigh of relief as she heard his voice. She ran to the edge and started climbing down towards him. She managed to get to him and she knelt next to him, a hand beneath his head. She began feeling his arms for any sign of injury as was natural to a Healer. "Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?" “What happened to you?” Haeleana truth be told had no idea what had happened to her. She could only remember someone lurking in the darkness. She didn't know why she had so little memory of what had happened but the situation was now more serious than she thought. She looked at Milo seriously. "I'm sorry Milo but I don't know. I'm afraid we've got to take a detour now. We can't let this go unreported." she added. She sighed. "I'm taking you to Gondor" |
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