"What can she mean? 'Much more to accomplish'? Me? What could I possibly accomplish?" I thought as I threw myself on my bed.
"Maybe I shouldn't go back. What could I possibly do anyway?" I said aloud. The light of the sun setting gently touched my face. I walked to the window and looked out. I thought about Bilbo and the dwarves. I thought of walking through Mirkwood and how that same forest was between me and Bilbo. I thought of Gandalf and...
I heard a loud horn and I jumped out of my bed. I landed hard on the floor.
"Ow," I whimpered. I got up and ran to my window to see what that sound was. I saw... nothing.
"Well, that's funny. I thought I heard a-" and the horn blew again. I let out a scream and jumped. Thankfully, I landed on my feet this time.
"Where is that coming from?" I asked aloud. I heard a knock at my door. I turned and saw Lady Galadriel standing there.
"Good evening, Fawnabelle," she said gently, walking towards me.
"Hello," I replied. I started to blush, wondering if she heard me scream out of surprise earlier.
"Do you know what that sound was?" I asked.
"That was the war call," she answered.
"War call?" I repeated.
"Yes. The war call of our kindred elves in Mirkwood. They are going to the Lonely Mountain to fight," Galadriel explained. I sighed as I gazed at the sunset.
"Why must there be war? Why did I have to leave Bilbo? Why did Gandalf give me that herb back in Rivendell? Why did I have that dream? Why did I leave the Shire?" I asked in despair. I sighed again.
“No one has the answers to all the questions you have. I don’t think anyone ever will,” she said with a smile.
“I expected you to say that. I guess we’ll never know why things happen the way they do, will we?” I thought aloud.
“Most likely not, my dear hobbit. I think it’s very wise to not expect any answers and to just accept your circumstances. But if we do get answers later in life, we shall appreciate them all the more,” Galadriel responded, comfortingly. I nodded my head in agreement.
“I want to go to Bilbo. But I also don’t want to make a mistake. Please, Lady Galadriel, won’t you tell me what I should do?” I begged, looking into her radiant face. I closed my eyes as she leaned down and kissed my forehead. I opened my eyes to see that the sun had set and the stars began to twinkle.
“I must go to Bilbo,” I said aloud. “Yes... I must.”
Monday, November 26, 2018
Thursday, May 17, 2018
Decisions, Decisions
After a week of tedious training with Galadriel, I decided to return to The Mountain with Bilbo and the dwarves. I felt that she didn't want me to leave so soon but I felt that I needed to see Bilbo. We took a walk as the evening was passing by so I tried to help her understand why I needed to leave.
"The dwarves love Bilbo to bits but they tend to keep to themselves and not interact with him every once in a while," I explained. She just nodded in agreement.
"I'll have a bag packed with provisions for you," was all she said. She started to walk away.
"Is there something I should know before I leave? I feel like you're not telling me something," I said as I stood in the hall, looking at her. She turned around and just looked at me.
"You understand that I would advise you only to your benefit and well-being," Galadriel thought aloud.
"Yes, of course. But why do mention this? Have I not listened to your advice as you wished me to?" I asked, walking towards her.
"You have and I see that you desire to have my blessing," she replied.
"Then why have you said these things?" I asked intently.
"War is coming to the Mountain. It comes closer as every moment passes. Something unseen is at work. I do not desire you to witness it and its outcomes. As you know, I cannot see the future for it is beyond my power. But something tells me you will not benefit from whatever will come to pass. I fear that you will be injured or even killed. You have much more to accomplish," she explained.
"I understand your concern. But couldn't I do some good? Aren't I capable of defending myself?" I questioned. Galadriel just smiled at me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I believe you can make a wise decision now that you see my perspective. I hope you may be enlightened and be confident with your choice. Good luck, Fawnabelle Baggins," she said wisely and walked away. I shuffled around the numerous staircases before returning back to my room.
"The dwarves love Bilbo to bits but they tend to keep to themselves and not interact with him every once in a while," I explained. She just nodded in agreement.
"I'll have a bag packed with provisions for you," was all she said. She started to walk away.
"Is there something I should know before I leave? I feel like you're not telling me something," I said as I stood in the hall, looking at her. She turned around and just looked at me.
"You understand that I would advise you only to your benefit and well-being," Galadriel thought aloud.
"Yes, of course. But why do mention this? Have I not listened to your advice as you wished me to?" I asked, walking towards her.
"You have and I see that you desire to have my blessing," she replied.
"Then why have you said these things?" I asked intently.
"War is coming to the Mountain. It comes closer as every moment passes. Something unseen is at work. I do not desire you to witness it and its outcomes. As you know, I cannot see the future for it is beyond my power. But something tells me you will not benefit from whatever will come to pass. I fear that you will be injured or even killed. You have much more to accomplish," she explained.
"I understand your concern. But couldn't I do some good? Aren't I capable of defending myself?" I questioned. Galadriel just smiled at me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I believe you can make a wise decision now that you see my perspective. I hope you may be enlightened and be confident with your choice. Good luck, Fawnabelle Baggins," she said wisely and walked away. I shuffled around the numerous staircases before returning back to my room.
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