Post by InklingElf on Aug 11, 2003 15:38:52 GMT -5
Chapter 1: In the Mind of a Prince
‘Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan na ngalad.’ Hear my voice, come back to the light. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be the blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.
Whispers in the night. These same words echo in my head all the time. Why?
I look at the time on the g-timer and find out it’s only 3:00 in the morning. My head hurts. To my right is my diary. No one writes in notebooks now-days but I find it comforting scribbling with my pen. I can actually hear myself think and contemplate. And it’s more fulfilling, when I write its seems so much like an important accomplishment because I did all the work, and not a computer…
I write:
Aprilius 16, 5038 Entry of Prince Glorfindel Valarion:
I had another dream about the Voice. It sounded sweet but sad, or longing. It said words I couldn’t discern much, and the only thing I understood was that who-ever it was, was asking me to do something… The language must be some form of Quenian tongue, I must inform my teacher, Mithrandir. It’s very strange but I’ve been having this strange dream for so long, that I can’t even remember why I had it in the first place!
…Finished. Now it’s 3: 22am, my eyes hurt; I need my rest for tomorrow. I hope I don’t have those bizarre dreams again.
Chapter 2: The Lesson
That morning, Glorfindel, the 13-year-old princeling strolled through the halls of the White Castle. The White Castle of Edoras is a tall white tower, centered by lush green orchards and gardens, and tall trees about 5 ft. in diameter and more than 500 ft. in height. He smelled the fresh air coming through the trees outside. He lived on the green planet of Edoras, far from any danger or evil of Valinor, the neighboring galaxy of Ithil, in which the green planet resides in. He advanced footstep, by footstep to the study, where Master Mithrandir was waiting. An old fellow with a lengthy white beard, cloaked in a white robe and a warm, but serious smile that silently meant “good morning” greeted him at the doorway. This was Mithrandir.
“Shall we begin our lessons master?”
“Yes, of course. Before we start, do you have any questions regarding anything, anything at all?”
“Actually I do…” of course he did, but he didn’t know how to say it. “Well I don’t actually know any other way to say this but I’ll say it anyway…”
“Go on,”
“Last night I had a dream. Well, it was a bit dreamless, I couldn’t see anything in my mind, but I heard a voice. It said something like…” And he repeated the words the Voice had uttered.
The discussion was held in silence until Glorfindel spoke again.
“Master what does this mean and where is it from?”
“I told you not to call me that. One is given a name for a reason, and you must call me by that name. And as for where the language of the Voice came from…”
Another silence broke their conversation.
“It is set in the high-tongue Quenian and…. Glorfindel, lad I think it’s time to tell you something important…” His face turned even more solemn “When you were born, you weren’t born here on Edoras; instead you were born on the White Planet of Valinor where the ancient tongue is spoken.”
“Wait. Isn’t that a myth?”
“No. It is not.” After this, Glorfindel grew quiet and listened intently to what Mithrandir said.
“You know how the story goes, correct?” He nodded “When Morgrim, the Dark Lord took control over Valinor, he left the White Planet untouched, on one condition, that the nine Wards of the Dark Lord will watch over Queen Luthien and her planet. What he didn’t know, was that she secretly kept you in her watch and before the war of three armies broke, she sent you here to her friend, King Feanor.”
“And…who are my parents?”
“You are the son of the High King, Ellesar and Queen Celebrian. Remember, Queen Luthien had the ability to see things before they happened, and after all that was appalling in her visions, she saw you as the next High King of Valinor.”
“And she sent me here to protect me?”
“Correct.”
“ And she did that, so the Dark Lord wouldn’t find me...?”
“Exactly.” Glorfindel was in deep thought. All this for him, always him! It had to be of course because he was a prince. He thought about how he had been shielded from the truth all these years. Of course his uncle didn’t do this deliberately. King Feanor was a kind-hearted old man and never wanted to take advantage of anyone.
“I always knew uncle Feanor was overprotective for a reason and this is it.”
“He loves you dearly, like a son…. As I do.” Glorfindel loved hearing this, since he never knew his father “Glorfindel it is time. Follow me.” The prince nodded and understood. Once again they walked down the marble halls of the castle and entered the majestic throne room of King Feanor…
Chapter 3:The Face of Destiny
“Ahh, Glorfindel my favorite nephew. Good morning! And to you dear Mithrandir. How may I be of service?”
Mithrandir approached first.
“My Lord, we have come to discuss Glorfindel’s future.”
After a few moments King Feanor understood and he too became even more solemn.
“Yes… It is time”
Then, Glorfindel approached the throne too.
He tells King Feanor and Mithrandir:
“Uncle, Mithrandir, I believe I should start now. I will go to Valinor and take back what is mine and my family’s. I love both of you and I’m sure you love me too but I have to fulfill my destiny… And it burdens me so…”
Mithrandir puts his hand on Glorfindel’s shoulder.
“Then we will be here to counsel you.”
King Feanor nodded and rose.
“Yes, you are ready. I always knew you were, ever since I laid my eyes on you. You are a born leader like your father.”
Glorfindel stared at his feet. He didn’t want to believe it, but realized it was his duty. King Feanor clapped his hand. A beautifully crafted sword that lay beside a meticulously detailed sheath set on a silver tray was brought forward. “This sword is for you. May you use it in utter wisdom and knowledge so that it will aid you on your journey.
“And…” Mithrandir adds “This is for you.” In his hand, he held a silvery-white material, so bright that it illuminated his face as he held it high. “May you treasure this cloak, that it will shield you from unfriendly eyes.” Glorfindel took the gifts and was surprised at how much confidence he had gained after he did.
“…I give my greatest thanks to both of you.” He paused and resumed “I don’t know how to say it better but, thank you.”
“No need” King Feanor says. “You will be the one we will thank once you have fulfilled your quest.” He smiles “You shall begin tonight.” He turned around to reveal his back “Take the civilian ship, Atlantis to Valinor. Don’t reveal yourself until you’re ready…” Glorfindel didn’t know what that meant. Ready. Ready for what? He would find out soon. “Always keep a low profile and make friends that you can trust, but be careful in doing this. There are not many friends in Valinor anymore,” He breathed a heavy sigh. “ Remember, discretion is the greater part of valor.” And with that king Feanor turned and weakly whispered his sad farewell.
That night, Glorfindel took the civilian ship, Atlantis, bound for Valinor. This was his destiny. All he had to do is decide what to do with the time that was given to him.
‘Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan na ngalad.’ Hear my voice, come back to the light. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be the blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.
Whispers in the night. These same words echo in my head all the time. Why?
I look at the time on the g-timer and find out it’s only 3:00 in the morning. My head hurts. To my right is my diary. No one writes in notebooks now-days but I find it comforting scribbling with my pen. I can actually hear myself think and contemplate. And it’s more fulfilling, when I write its seems so much like an important accomplishment because I did all the work, and not a computer…
I write:
Aprilius 16, 5038 Entry of Prince Glorfindel Valarion:
I had another dream about the Voice. It sounded sweet but sad, or longing. It said words I couldn’t discern much, and the only thing I understood was that who-ever it was, was asking me to do something… The language must be some form of Quenian tongue, I must inform my teacher, Mithrandir. It’s very strange but I’ve been having this strange dream for so long, that I can’t even remember why I had it in the first place!
…Finished. Now it’s 3: 22am, my eyes hurt; I need my rest for tomorrow. I hope I don’t have those bizarre dreams again.
Chapter 2: The Lesson
That morning, Glorfindel, the 13-year-old princeling strolled through the halls of the White Castle. The White Castle of Edoras is a tall white tower, centered by lush green orchards and gardens, and tall trees about 5 ft. in diameter and more than 500 ft. in height. He smelled the fresh air coming through the trees outside. He lived on the green planet of Edoras, far from any danger or evil of Valinor, the neighboring galaxy of Ithil, in which the green planet resides in. He advanced footstep, by footstep to the study, where Master Mithrandir was waiting. An old fellow with a lengthy white beard, cloaked in a white robe and a warm, but serious smile that silently meant “good morning” greeted him at the doorway. This was Mithrandir.
“Shall we begin our lessons master?”
“Yes, of course. Before we start, do you have any questions regarding anything, anything at all?”
“Actually I do…” of course he did, but he didn’t know how to say it. “Well I don’t actually know any other way to say this but I’ll say it anyway…”
“Go on,”
“Last night I had a dream. Well, it was a bit dreamless, I couldn’t see anything in my mind, but I heard a voice. It said something like…” And he repeated the words the Voice had uttered.
The discussion was held in silence until Glorfindel spoke again.
“Master what does this mean and where is it from?”
“I told you not to call me that. One is given a name for a reason, and you must call me by that name. And as for where the language of the Voice came from…”
Another silence broke their conversation.
“It is set in the high-tongue Quenian and…. Glorfindel, lad I think it’s time to tell you something important…” His face turned even more solemn “When you were born, you weren’t born here on Edoras; instead you were born on the White Planet of Valinor where the ancient tongue is spoken.”
“Wait. Isn’t that a myth?”
“No. It is not.” After this, Glorfindel grew quiet and listened intently to what Mithrandir said.
“You know how the story goes, correct?” He nodded “When Morgrim, the Dark Lord took control over Valinor, he left the White Planet untouched, on one condition, that the nine Wards of the Dark Lord will watch over Queen Luthien and her planet. What he didn’t know, was that she secretly kept you in her watch and before the war of three armies broke, she sent you here to her friend, King Feanor.”
“And…who are my parents?”
“You are the son of the High King, Ellesar and Queen Celebrian. Remember, Queen Luthien had the ability to see things before they happened, and after all that was appalling in her visions, she saw you as the next High King of Valinor.”
“And she sent me here to protect me?”
“Correct.”
“ And she did that, so the Dark Lord wouldn’t find me...?”
“Exactly.” Glorfindel was in deep thought. All this for him, always him! It had to be of course because he was a prince. He thought about how he had been shielded from the truth all these years. Of course his uncle didn’t do this deliberately. King Feanor was a kind-hearted old man and never wanted to take advantage of anyone.
“I always knew uncle Feanor was overprotective for a reason and this is it.”
“He loves you dearly, like a son…. As I do.” Glorfindel loved hearing this, since he never knew his father “Glorfindel it is time. Follow me.” The prince nodded and understood. Once again they walked down the marble halls of the castle and entered the majestic throne room of King Feanor…
Chapter 3:The Face of Destiny
“Ahh, Glorfindel my favorite nephew. Good morning! And to you dear Mithrandir. How may I be of service?”
Mithrandir approached first.
“My Lord, we have come to discuss Glorfindel’s future.”
After a few moments King Feanor understood and he too became even more solemn.
“Yes… It is time”
Then, Glorfindel approached the throne too.
He tells King Feanor and Mithrandir:
“Uncle, Mithrandir, I believe I should start now. I will go to Valinor and take back what is mine and my family’s. I love both of you and I’m sure you love me too but I have to fulfill my destiny… And it burdens me so…”
Mithrandir puts his hand on Glorfindel’s shoulder.
“Then we will be here to counsel you.”
King Feanor nodded and rose.
“Yes, you are ready. I always knew you were, ever since I laid my eyes on you. You are a born leader like your father.”
Glorfindel stared at his feet. He didn’t want to believe it, but realized it was his duty. King Feanor clapped his hand. A beautifully crafted sword that lay beside a meticulously detailed sheath set on a silver tray was brought forward. “This sword is for you. May you use it in utter wisdom and knowledge so that it will aid you on your journey.
“And…” Mithrandir adds “This is for you.” In his hand, he held a silvery-white material, so bright that it illuminated his face as he held it high. “May you treasure this cloak, that it will shield you from unfriendly eyes.” Glorfindel took the gifts and was surprised at how much confidence he had gained after he did.
“…I give my greatest thanks to both of you.” He paused and resumed “I don’t know how to say it better but, thank you.”
“No need” King Feanor says. “You will be the one we will thank once you have fulfilled your quest.” He smiles “You shall begin tonight.” He turned around to reveal his back “Take the civilian ship, Atlantis to Valinor. Don’t reveal yourself until you’re ready…” Glorfindel didn’t know what that meant. Ready. Ready for what? He would find out soon. “Always keep a low profile and make friends that you can trust, but be careful in doing this. There are not many friends in Valinor anymore,” He breathed a heavy sigh. “ Remember, discretion is the greater part of valor.” And with that king Feanor turned and weakly whispered his sad farewell.
That night, Glorfindel took the civilian ship, Atlantis, bound for Valinor. This was his destiny. All he had to do is decide what to do with the time that was given to him.
