The Lady of the Rings; also known as the Soul of Night.

[Laurelyn]

Heya guys. I started this for the heck of it; please join if you feel like it. There's plenty of character ops.


Fëalómë was a jeweler who spent more time than she ever would have thought possible with her metalwork. She was nobody to anybody else, and lonely. Days and nights were spent stringing beads onto filigree designs, polishing, cutting silver, gold, copper, brass. Whatever. It didn’t matter to her what she made.
The money involved in her trade wasn’t important. She had money enough; she needed no more. But she couldn’t keep the jewelry she made. She didn’t want it. None of it contained the soul she felt in the metal. Pretty yes, pretty enough to sell and be famous for design and craft, she thought bitterly. But not beautiful. I will never be able to perfect the metal.
But once Fëalómë had almost found the beauty she was looking for in the metal’s soul. A ring, silver twined with threads of gold. As it came to life beneath her hands, she thought that almost, just almost, it was perfect. But not really. Just almost. She had put it away in a drawer, left locked away but never really forgotten. The images of rings came to her in dreams.
She made rings, the designs of her dreams, and incorporated them into nearly every piece she finished. Somehow. The vague shadow of a circle was her trade’s mark. Only a few people noticed this; Fëalómë didn’t care.
And then one day. She was showing the metal no mercy, and she took her loneliness out on her work. A plain gold band came to life in her hands. Not almost as before; but truly what she wanted. She didn’t understand. But something about this simple ring was beautiful like she had never felt before. And it frightened her a little.
As Fëalómë polished it for the final time, and held it finished to the light, something stirred. The shadows of the rings on the jewelry she had made and sold all around the world awakened to a flash of brilliance, then faded from sight -- yet they remained alert. Waiting.
Man ná vanwië entuluva. What is past shall come again. I fëa lómëo cuiva. The soul of night awakes. Minë corma ná lá vanwa mÃ* lumë. The one ring is not lost in time. Nás entamin. It is forged again.
On the other side of the world a girl woke from her sleep, the necklace she wore burning her skin.
And even further away a mountain long dormant burst into flame.

[Dolenloteiel]

The water stirred, and the pool rippled quickly. It's images of rings clouding it, hiding it from watchful eyes. A mountain...Orodruin, lit again, the evil stirs...waking from a watchful sleep...watching....The girl broke away from the pool. Her own eyes alert for more images. "It is anew." She whispered. The ancient prophecy came to her mind. Arta lume, umea voronwa, Ana carin na ana ilcarin. Across time, Evil enduring, To make is to unmake. She went to consult her books.

[Fred Baggins]

**The ring was silver, with a single dark stone on it. It had been forged with the first rings of power, though made by a different creater. But there was something about it that conected it to this Ring...the Ring reforged.**


*A beautiful laugh rang over the land, called The Wise. A little hobbit lass, almost of age, ran across the grass, chased by an older halfing, about whom it was later said was the most beautiful halfing in all history, though I will leave that to you to decide about. She cried out to the other halfing*

"Liat, You run to fast! I can not catch up with you my girl!"

*The scene is a very happy one...until the older hobbit collpased. Liat ran back to her*

"Mum-Fran, Fran are you all right! Fran, Fran wake up!"

*Fran stirred and opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a Ring of fire, great and terrible. This was nothing new, for it always haunted her dreams, but now, there was something else...something enw about it. Then she saw the ring she wore, silver, with a single dark stone set in it. It glowed, and burned her. She stood up and hugged the lass.*

"Yes, Liat, I'm fine. Just had a little...er...accedent."

[zavron]

Vásir was sittin upon the Mountainside Looking out westward toward the sea and fair valinor.
He mourned to go back to that fair place among his Kindred, but he could not.
A single tear dropped out of the corner of his eye, it froze within an instant.

Vásir was a maia, he dwelt high in the cold of the Mountains. He was a master of Ice. He stood up and slid down the mountain side. He swerved to a stop. Vásir lived alone, He had White Hair and had Icy features. Cold black eyes which were sunk deep into their sockets. He wore a Pale blue Robe and had a sword strapped around his belt.
Vásir looked at his hand, the ring he wore Glowed with a pale gleam, It was the Ring of Ice, helcë it was named. It was a silver entwined ring with a stone that was clasped there by the twines like a root that had grown over another plant. The prophecy had come true. I ossë ëa coiva. I lúmë ëa tulin. The terror is awake. The hour has come.

[Lubyla]

Lubyla on her horse stood utop a hill, which overlooked a place of hobbiton. Next to her sat a young girl, her golden hair pulled back into two braides.

"It is come again"Said Lubyla

"What has come again?"

"The One. I see it in the stars."

A gust of wind passed by, one to chill all to the bone.

"Your right, I hoped the profecy would not hold true."

"The stars never lie Starletta. Come, we must make our way to The Wise."

[zavron]

I slid down the Mountain side. I must Go to the place called the Wise. I travelled long on the winds and through the mountains Until I reached my Goal. The wise was a fair Hobbit place.

I disguised myself in a black cloak.

[Fred Baggins]

Liat looked at Fran worried, but Fran just laughed.

"Do not worry Liat, all will be fine! I'm not dieing!"

But her expresion did not change. "I'm not worried about you dieing. I'm worried about a dream I had last night."

Immedialtly, Fran's face clouded. Liat had had a dream. Liat was a speacial hobbit, with the ability to see the futer in her dreams.

"I dreamt about a Ring of Fire, and it was held by a creature, I could not tell what race it was. The creature had four fingers. The the Fire was gone, and came back, looking like a normal gold ring. Then the scene chaged, and I saw you. You held a sword, which I did not recognize, and your Ring itself became the ring of fire."

"And you think your dream has something to do with what happened just now?!"

"Yes. Because they where with you." She pointed behind Fran, where stood a man in a black cloak and a woman, and an elf. Fran started.

"Who are you, and how did you manage to get into The Wise?" The Wise was protected by a very powerful spell, making it so that no one could get in or out, unless they where with the maker of the spell, and making it so that it never aged, and stayed ever green, not ever winter reached this place, for it was Spring year round.

[Lubyla]

Many a time have I come here in the past, this time, it a little more difficutlt to find.*Pulls out a starshaped compact and loks inside*

By the wind and the stars we have come to The Wise. For a reason to be not spoken of here.*this young girl spoke with great wisdom, as though she were as old as the stars themselves.*

[Mistabella]

Far away, through the Worldgates, a sleepy girl woke up from a strange dream and noticed a pain on her neck. Reaching down, she saw a scar where her replica of the One Ring was hung on a chain around it. It felt hot beneath her fingers. Laurelyn wondered at it. What did it mean. Then the phone rang, and she reached over to answer it; it was just another day. It was Mistabella. "Laurelyn, I hate to bother you, but has anything strange happened this morning. I went to sleep holding my Tolkien book and that ring you made me out of silver. When I woke up this morning they were burning hot--what's wrong?" Laurelyn had just gasped. "It happened to me too. What did you dream?"
"A

[zavron]

ooc: Errr...where is this story set?If it is in Middle-Earth than everything Fred, me, and lubyla had just replied made absolutely No-Sense.

[Mistabella]

(sorry about the error, what I'me writing is on Earth, but Middle-Earth's in it too)

"A figure, a woman all in white with hair flowing down her back--" "Galadriel!" "--said all Middle-Earh was in danger. Something about the Ring being forged again, along with a lot of new ones..."
"Me too--we have to figure this out. We have to go there."
"How?"
"I know...people. They know where the gate is. We just have to leave without our parents knowing it..."
All over Earth, Tolkien fans felt the same pull. They found their rings, their books, burning hot, the same vision going through their heads. They flocked to the Worldgates of their towns and villages. Tara, Times Square, the Gardens, every place where magic can happen...and usually does. The LOTR warriors of Earth followed the call, and found themselves in the place they'd always dreamed of going to...
In the midst of a brand new turmoil like none they'd read of before, they had to defend the world they loved...
They came to Middle-Earth.

[zavron]

ooc: Ahh...I understand with the bit about the WorldGate.

ic:
''We have gathered here to meet you. We have all had the same dreams. You know why we are here, for you sense it yourself! My name is Vásir I am a maia and the keeper of helce,The quarts Ring of ice.'' I pulled down my Hood.

[Fred Baggins]

"A Maia. Liat, you did not tell me he would be a Maia."

"You didn't ask."

"I am Belladona Gamgee Fuin Menel, keeper of the Ring of the Night Sky. This is...my cousin, Liat.

[Lubyla]

*looks about.* It is more beautiful here than you said Lu-- Galanduiel.

Well, it has changed much since I last was here. It has been many long years.*hangs her head*

[Fred Baggins]

"You have been here before? But how, I do not kno-" Dare I let them know, that I was the one that had layed the spell on this land? I decided against it.

ooc: This is before we have meet Lubyla. For you wil remember my telling you of Liat, Fran's cousin?

[Lubyla]

ooc: I'll just smile and nod.

ic: Aye, many a time, twas one of my favorite places, though I have not been here for many a century. Starletta, I feel nothing to fear here.

Aye, me either Lubyla.

[Fred Baggins]

"O really? Very well, if you think there is nothing to fear, then I will ask you to sit down...all of you. Liat, will you go to the house, and get some tea please, and anything these nice people might want."

*You study her, seeing the Ring, and the white, unsoiled clothes she wears. Her figure is almost elf-like, but for her size and feet. She wears about her neak a Phial, containing the Light of Erindeil(sp). You recognize it. And perhaps...her a little.*

[Dolenloteiel]

The elven girl consulted her books. The ancient volumes musted over with dust and age. She searched and searched, and, finally, she came upon a small book, with an iron case atop it. "Ahh," She breathed as she opened it slowly. Inside, nestled on a cushion of velvet, lay a ring. It was black, inset with small sivery lines of mithril. This simple ring captivated the girl. SHe reached out to touch it, and it was burning hot. The lines shimmered in mock innocence. SHe lay the case aside and opened the book. The book itself was beautiful. It was also black, with silvery letters forming the words, Utuvielye i corma The first page was empty except for the following words;Utuvielye i corma Cemina. The girl turned the page, but it was blank. She shrugged and prepared to close it, when the following words appeared. The Ring of the Earth flares anew because The One has returned. You, Artuile, must weild this ring. Others unlooked for will come. Artuile took the book and the iron box and rode to the Wise.

[Lubyla]

Alright. Come Starletta, dismount.*I hopped off my horse, as I did so, the hood that once disguised my face, fell off to reviel whome I truely was, though I felt none of them could tell.*

*Slids off of the horse's back, and sits on a patch of grass, as she looked at the sky, a shrill wind passed by.*

[Fred Baggins]

*Liat came back soon after, carring a tray covered with hobbit cooking, and hobbit tea, a feast, more than a snack. But when she looked up she nearly dropped it.*

"My dream did not tell me the elf would be a princess."

"Liat, I would restrain from talking about your dreams. You know how people are."

"Yes m'am. Did they hear me?"

"I don't belive so. Now take the tea and food to them."

"Must I?"

"You're not going to grow up the way I did. you will be sophisticated, and loved by other hobbits. Please learn these things for my sake." A look of pain crossed her face, and Liat's as well.

"All right. It feels so awkward though."

[Dolenloteiel]

Asforoth carried me far and fast. She knew when speed was necessary. I wore Cemina on her finger as she rode, and the earth rolled away beneath them We arrived very soon. The Ring had given them speed. I entered the wise and saw a Maia and some elves sitting around; I rode cautiously up to them. "Almare, elen sila lumena omentielvo. I am summoned here, though I know not the reason."

[Lubyla]

*I looked at Starletta* What did they say?

They say the fallen rider shall ride again.

*looks at the sky* That is what I feared.

[Dolenloteiel]

I waited patiently for an answer. "I am summoned by Cemina and the waters o the pool." i explained slowly, and I pointed to Cemina on my finger.

[zavron]

''elen sila lumena omentielvo. I am Vásir. I am a maia and the keeper of helce,The quarts Ring of ice'' I bowed to the Newcomer, when the Hobbit came with tea and biscuits. She proffered a cup.

''No Thankyou, I am not thirsty. But many thanks for the offer.''

ooc: Gotta go now! Sorry!

[Laurelyn]

Here's the deal: Fealome is in the normal world. Her Ring must somehow get to Middle-Earth. She is the new Dark Lady, and she will learn it soon. She's going with the Ring. We're gonna pretend I'm going to be around for the next week to write her part. *grin*
Will write more later. Out of time.
(Hi Fea! recognize your name?)

[Laurelyn]

Fealome (I'm too lazy to put accents on her name) knew not of what she had awoken. She only felt something about the plain gold band; she kept it about her always. Sometimes she would wear it and sometimes leave it around her neck on a chain. It mattered not to her.
Well . . . it did matter, once she thought about it. Mattered in a precious sort of way. She would not part with it ever, she promised herself.
And this too frightened her, along with the beauty of it which she had strived for, the soul of the metal, which marked her achievement in a mournful way. She tried to explain her obsession with the piece of gold now that it was forged. Yes, it was perfect, that's why, she said to herself, but I know that's not all.
And it wasn't.

[Laurelyn]

Laurelyn Walsh looked around herself in surprise. Hobbits, dwarves, elves, etc were in all directions. It looked like some kind of army; a mismatched one but an army all the same. They were unarmed, but there was an obvious power among them.
Middle-Earth, she thought in amazement. Middle-earth. I'm a Tolkien fanatic and I'm in MIddle- Earth. A writer, an amateur jeweler, a lot of things, but in Middle-earth.
But what am I here for? She wondered. (Word, Mistabella)
*****
Fealome's window bore a sign reading "We're open."
She often laughed at the irony of that statement; that there was only one of her and the sign said "we." Lonely, she pronounced herself, and continued her life.
"We're open."
The sign always brought customers. People wanted jewelry, her jewelry; she had people who came back every holiday season to buy gifts for friends and people who looked in her windows regularly.

[Fred Baggins]

"Well it seems I cannot have peace in my own land anymore. Cemina, welcome to the Wise, you to wher born in by some beyond magical way great enough to breack my spell? Hrumph. Well, I am Belladona Gamgee Fuin Menel. It seems that something is indeed wrong, for you have all been summoned here. Why The Wise is beyond me of course."

[Lubyla]

It is well protected. I know that for a fact.

The win-- it is said that a great magic surrounds the relm, so as none can pass withot being called.

It is true, as I have read it in the stars*pulls out compact and gazes inside.*

[Fred Baggins]

"Of course it WAS true. None could enter unless summoned by her which made the spell. But I never summond all you!" Good going thought the hobbit. Now they know the spell was created by you.

[Lubyla]

Well, the west winds said nothing of a hobbit creating a spell.

The winds donot tell all that is true.*looks at Belladona* Well madam Belladona, it seems you may have not wanted us here, but we are wanted here. Has there been anything strange around here?

[Fred Baggins]

*Liat spoke up* "O, yes. M-Fran and I where playing a game, and all of a sudden she just collasped. And then there was my-"

"Liat, there is no need to tell them of that, it was just a dream."

"Perhaps she had better. Dreams sometimes mean more than it seems."

"No, not this one. It was just the usual nonscens that accompanies dreams. Right Liat?"

"Yes, m'am."

[Lubyla]

*There was something they do not speek of, though we all have our secrets.* Well, our dreams are the gateway to what we are, feel, and see.

*Starletta looked up* How rude we must seem, straying in here, not even introducing ourselves. I am Starletta of the Rain, Rider, Trainer, And Groomer of Rohan, Reader of the Wind.

[Fred Baggins]

The younger hobbit smiled shyly at her "Hullo Starletta, im Liat Brandybuck, dreamer, knower of what will come, and unknown child of Merridoc Brandybuck. My name's not of this world you know. It's from another world...well the futer actually, from a language called French."

The older hobbit smiled. "Liat is not her real name. It is one she gave herself, and is what we all call her now. Lubyla, I must speak with you...<For you are the creator of the hobbit rings...are you not?>

[zavron]

ooc: Hehem! I use Royal Blue!:mad:

ic:

''I looked up at the stars, I also Read in the Ice, for Ice has the escense of UlMO in it, This is the place we were to be gathered. Pray tell us of your Dream, Little One.'' I asked.

[Lubyla]

<Aye, that I am Belladona.>*I looked at Starletta* Could you speek any louder?

Lubyla, I-i'm sorry. It shan't happen again.

No, it wont. Keep your mind cleared of our secrets, and an eye out for Andodulin, for I must be off for a little. Do not fear though, I shall be back soon.

Alright, I shall keep an eye out to the sky, for that is how he will travel, no?

I would hope so, though watch for the Dark One, as the winds say.

[Laurelyn]

The sign drew other folk as well; people she saw once and never again.
***
Fealome heard the bell on her door ring out a melody as the door opened. She looked out of her workroom to see who had come.
This customer looked strange to her; she had never seen someone like him before. He was of a normal height but stepped so lightly and gracefully it looked as though his feet were not touching the ground. His eyes were innocent and young and old and wise at the same time. She wondered who he could be; she felt like he should be familiar.
"Hello," she said, a little uncertainly.
"A star shines upon the hour of our meeting," he replied.
Even his words seemed like she should know them, Fealome mused. She was halfway frightened of this stranger. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"Perhaps," he said. "And perhaps I can help you instead. Do you sell rings?"
"Yes, what kind?" What did he mean perhaps he could help her instead?
"Simple gold ones," the stranger replied.
Fealome blinked. He was speaking as if he knew of her ring; or was she only being paranoid? "I could make you one," she stammered.
"No," he replied, "I don't want one. Here, though; you have told me what I needed to know. Take these, nightsoul, and read them."
He handed Fealome a box. Books? she wondered. What else would he tell me to read? But I don't understand. "Wh--"
"A gift," he said. "But read them." And he left.
Fealome stared at the box. Opening one end, she saw that it was indeed a package of books; three of them. She examined the covers.
The Lord of the Rings, by J.R.R Tolkien.
And there was a piece of paper there as well; a note.
Fealome, you will find much more to be familiar than I before you are finished reading, it said.
Shaken, Fealome wondered how he had know what she thought. How he had known her name. Who he was.
And then she opened the cover of the Fellowship of the Ring.

[Dolenloteiel]

I smiled, "Mae govannen. I am Atuile, book keeper of Imladris. Merely yesterday, I found this among a pile of old, forgotten manuscripts." I pulled out the black book and Cemina. I proffered them to the Maia. He reached for them, and I drew Cemina back. "You may see the book, but not the ring." I explained. He took the book and opened it. "It is blank, but I feel as if I should chronicle our journey. It--it only seems right." I stammered. I dismounted from Asforoth and bad her farewell for awhile. I sat on the cool green grass, feeling the earth's deep energy running into me...pulsing. I waited while Vasir looked through the book.

[Laurelyn]

Guys? I'm gonna be gone for about a week with probably no internet time. Don't miss me too much, ok? I think we had better just pretend that Fealome is a slow reader.

[zavron]

The new rings:
Helce of Quartz, ring of Ice.
Cemina of Mithril, ring Of The Earth.
Silver with a Dark stone, held by a halfling, ring of The Night Sky.
The One, reforged unknowingly,
By one unknown.

Liking the sig' dolentioel.

[zavron]

I read on understanding all of it. ''Hmmmm....Have you translated all of this book'' I asked turning to her.
''No, there are still many things which are difficult to read. Do you know what they read?'' She asked sitting up.
''Yes....and it is not very....Hmmm...Liable. It simply repeats the same thing over and over again. It speaks of the new Dark Lord, but does not tell anything of the manner of which she will come, But she will come soon.'' I sat down on the grass and Re-Read the book.
''Yes, that is about it.'' I stood.
''You say that you are a BookMaster, and own a great many books. Hmmm...Take me to your Library, there may be more telling of the manner of this dark lord's coming. Will you take me there?'' I asked.

[Laurelyn]

Absolutely love the sig, Dolenloteiel! That's great!
gotta go. Bye!

[Dolenloteiel]

OCC *Takes a distinguished bow * "Why thank you!!"

IC The maia told me there were other letters in the book. "I never saw these!" I exclaimed. He told me they merely repeat, so I nodded. "Yes, I could take you to the library of Imladris, but should we be off so soon? Shouldn't we stay here Master Vasir?"(occ wow that rhymed)

[zavron]

''No, we will come back. But we should learn more of this Lady of the Night.'' I said.

[Dolenloteiel]

I nodded, "Let us be off, then." I called Asforoth, and mounted. "Noronoro Asforoth!" And we sprang away owards Imladris

[zavron]

We arrived in Imladris, where now only few elves dwelt.

[Dolenloteiel]

I dismounted and led the Maia into a house. "This is the house of the Books. " I informed him. All around us there were shelves of books. "This way." I led him down a passage and down some staris into a musty basement. "THis is where I found Cemina and the book." He opened the chest and peered in.

[zavron]

I looked at the casket carefully. I tapped it in several places. ''Hmmm...Huh! This part here is Hollow! There is a secret compartment!'' I chanted a small incantation nd the secret compartement opened.
''Whats in there?'' She asked.
''It's a...I'm not sure...It's a picture! But I have never seen a picture as exact as this before! It wasn't even drawn!!'' I exclaimed.
''What picture is it?'' she asked.
''It's a girl...She is standing infront of a building of strange fashion. There is a sign above the door. It Reads 'Fealome, Rings and Jewelry.' How strange!'' I said.

[Dolenloteiel]

I looked carefully at the paper. "Sweet Illuvetar!" I whispered. "Look!" I pointed to the girl's hand. There was a gold ring sitting on her finger.
"Ahh!" Vasir whispered. He reached to touch the ring when...

[zavron]

The picture burst into flame.

[Dolenloteiel]

i jumped back as the picture turned into ashes. I shook my head and turned to a pile of manuscripts. "Here, "I said, pointing to an empty space above the chest. "Here are the manuscripts of the ancient prophecies. I found them in the chest along with Cemina and the book." I pulled them out and layed them on a table nearby.

[zavron]

Instead of looking at the scrolls I mad my way Deeper into the Musty Cellar. I looked upon shelves, until Ireached the last book. It was very Old. I opened the pages carefully. I sat in the dark and began to examine them. After 4 hours of examining the last few books on the last shelf, I came back to report.
''All The books I read simply repeated the same thing that a Dark Lord was coming and that would be soon. Except for one...It mentioned something of a portal called The World Gate, and that this would be the way she would enter Middle-Earth, for she came from a different Kind of world. I have heard of these world-gates before, but know little of them.''

[Dolenloteiel]

I nodded as I pored through the manuscripts. Then I stopped. "Did you say The World Gate?" He nodded. I hurriedly began to search through the manuscripts that I had discarded; they lay on an empty shelf. I pulled one out. "Here it is!" It was a primitive map of Middle Earth. In small print in the middle of the Bay Belfalas (sp?) were the words The World Gate. I showed it to Vasir.

[Fred Baggins]

"Liat, stay here with Starletta. Look for one who will come unlooked for."

"Yes m'am."

Belladona led Lubyla away from the group, then turned to her. <I will not trust what has to be said to be spoken aloud. As you know I carry the Ring of the Night Sky, one of the three hobbit rings. The One Unlooked for, carries another ring, I expect her to show up soon, for she has been invited. I know also where the third is, but he who carries it will not be here.>

[Lubyla]

<What is it that troubles you, are they lost?>

[Fred Baggins]

<Well, I thought I had better tell you...the stars said you didn't knw.> *A twinkle was in her eye ans she said that.*

*Liat talked with Starletta, asking all sorts of questions about who she came to travel with Lubyla, when she heard a sort of yip from a nearby hill top.* "It is the one Unlooked for! Ms. Brandybuck is here!"

[Lubyla]

Who is Ms. Brandybuck? I know not of all these new people, for Lubyla is the only one I have spoken to for a while.

[Fred Baggins]

"Ms. Brandybuck! Ms. Primrose Brandybuck, grandaughter of Merridoc Brandybuck, and surely you must know of him. Ms. Brandybuck will be one of the most famouse hobbits, fighting with a group of four-" *She had spoken to much, for no one yet knew of the Nazgul Fighters.*

[Lubyla]

I have herd tales of Merridoc Brandybuck, but never of Ms. Brandybuck. Does Lubyla know her? <It seems you think this information crutial, otherwise you would not bring me here.>

[Fred Baggins]

<Well, actually, I thought you might know where one bearer was, for I have not seen him for many months, and I worry, for he has never left me for so long before. He carries the Ring of the Moon.>

[Lubyla]

<I have seen no hobbits, but you for the longest of time.

[Fred Baggins]

<Well actually, he doesn't take the form of a hobbit, rather...a white warg, the only one alive.>

[Lubyla]

<I have seen none a warg either. I have but seen trees and birds, and Starletta>

[zavron]

I looked at the manuscripts. ''Hmmm...We must go to the Bay of Belfalas! First we need to go to the Wise to collect the others.''

[Silverstripe]

Primrose Brandybuck and Cyrell had just completed their latest quest when the young hobbit felt it: she and the fox Cyrell were being summoned to the Wise! The two went without delay, for they knew who was summoning them, and, while neither was entirely sure why, they did know that this was important.

[Fred Baggins]

*Liat ran to Fran* "Fran, the one unlooked for comes...though she was looked for...why is she called the one unlooked for?"

"Long story, I'll tell ya later Liat." *Walks up to Primrose* "Ms. Brandybuck! It's good to see you again!" <It is wise that you listened to my summons and came to the Wise. The Sea Ring is wanted, as are the rest. The one Ring has been Reforged.>

[Lubyla]

*I stood next to Belladona, and Starletta stood next to me.* <You have the other ring?>

[Dolenloteiel]

I nodded and took the manuscript with me. We mounted and rode to the The Wise in great haste.

[zavron]

We made our way to the wise.

[Silverstripe]

Primrose nodded gravely, not surprised by Fran's statement. She had felt a powerful, terrible evil here, for some time now.

<Hello, Fran. Hello, Lubyla.> The fox sounded unusually subdued. He knew full well how serious the situation was.

[Lubyla]

*raises an eybrow* How is she the unlooked for, when you called her?

<hello cyrell, it is nice to see you again.>

[Silverstripe]

Primrose laughed. "The One Unlooked for is simply one of my titles. But you may call me Primrose Brandybuck, or Primrose. My companion--" she gestured to the fox, "is Cyrell."

[Lubyla]

ooc:Um...I dont think we are suppose to know eachother Silver, or...er...I dont know.

O. hehe. Ok Primrose. I am Starletta of the Rain, Trainer and Rider of Rohan, but you can call me Star if you wish.

Hello Ms. Brandybuck. As far as everyone is concerned, I'm dead.

[Silverstripe]

ooc: Huh? Well, Primrose and Lubyla pretty much HAVE to know each other, but Primrose doesn't know Starletta, no. She simply heard Star's comment and responded.

ic: Primrose nodded. "Greetings, Starletta of the Rain." *to Lubyla* "What should we call you, then?"

<Again?> said Cyrell, a somewhat un-foxlike twinkle in his eye. <What has happened this time?>

[Lubyla]

Well, my full title is Princess Lubyla Greenleaf of the Stars.<Nothing that hasn't happened before>

[Silverstripe]

ooc: LOL. I meant should we call you something different, since you're supposed to be dead? But that's okay. I still think Lubyla and Primrose have to know each other, or it would be very odd indeed for Lubyla to know Cyrell.:D

[Lubyla]

ooc: yeah. hum, o well. Faith, if you have a problem with it, um, yeah

[Silverstripe]

ooc: Sorry! I wasn't aware Faith had a problem with it. But if you don't want them to know each other, we'll have to change Primrose's entire history. LOL. We can do that, but, uh, I think we need Faith back. Help!

[Lubyla]

ooc: LOL, well, she is a B&N Right now, I dont think she will be able to go online today, hum, lets just say Lubyla and Primrose know eachother, but Starletta doesn't know primrose.

[Silverstripe]

ooc: That makes sense. LOL. Okay, I guess that's settled unless someone strongly objects.:D

[Fred Baggins]

ooc: um...Yeah, I guess that's ok...but I thought this was before our Quest...but then it wouldn't make since that Bell knows Primrose. But see, if it where after then Liat would be a w-she would be dead. hmm... well she can't timetravel...so Yea, I'll figure something out...eventually...

[Dolenloteiel]

We rode back to The Wise, and when we got there, we found many other creatures we had not seen before. "Well, I se many more have come. ALlow me to introduce myself. I am Artuile, book keeper and historian of Imladris, bearer of Cemina." I said.

[Lubyla]

How many are here that bear a ring, I now know of 4.

[Silverstripe]

"Hello, Artuile. I am Primrose Brandybuck."

[zavron]

''And I am Vasir, The maia of messages. Bearer of Helce, the quartz ring of Ice. It is nice to meet you all. We must all pack our things and leave in the morning. We must head for the WorldGate at the bay of belfalas.''

[Lubyla]

"The WORLD GATE?????"I looked at him in shock" I-I cannot go...I just can't. That is where HE stands, wandering between worlds, making mistchief. You shall be going alone."

"Starletta, I and Andodulin are with you, he shall not try to...by any means."

[Laurelyn]

The cover of the last paperback volume flipped closed, ending the final page of the appendices in the conclusion of the Lord of the Rings.
Fëalómë's hand traced a shaky circle around the three books, which were now at last at the end of her reading together on the floor where they had fallen as she slowly fell further and further away from herself into the words. What did it mean? The stranger couldn't have meant that her ring was the One Ring, or anything to do with it? But no. Middle-earth was fiction.
Was it?
Fëalómë stood, catching her balance, and walked to the door. The streets were empty save for the lamplights high above them, and the early morning was silent. She had read through the night and into the next day. Somehow this made her feel all the more lonely; ever more alone.
The word came unbidden to her mind; eressëa.
The fear that struck Fëalómë as she realized that she was thinking in the Valinorean tongue brought her to her knees in a flight of panic. What is this? her mind cried, struggling to regain control of itself. What is this Ring, this story? What -- no, who -- am I?
Where do I fit in?
Nalyë Eressëa, her heart whispered. You are alone. You are lonely.
No, she pleaded again to herself, no, I'm not alone. There's me and the metal . . . and the soul of it in this Ring . . . my precious . . .
With a shriek Fëalómë collasped the rest of the way to the ground, and lay in an unconsciously sobbing heap for the rest of the morning.
Fëalómë's Rings and Jewelry, Closed, read the sign.
The ring hung around her almost hummed; in anticipation, or excitement, or power, could not be told.
****

Heehee! I'm back! Did you miss Fëalómë and I? And Laurelyn Walsh, who I've taken command of since Mistabella brought her here (she is me, afterall). She'll be back soon.
My how this thread grew; but what is given wings will take flight. Having fun?

[zavron]

ooc: Big bundle of Fun!:)

ic:
''You must come!! You have no other choice you cannot escape it! We must all be there! Or the world as we know it will Fall!!'' I shouted shaking the elf back to her senses.

[Laurelyn]

"Mista!" Laurelyn called into the crowd. "Mista?"
Mist, echoed her voice, hisÃ*ë.
She could not see suddenly; it was too blurry, and she wavered a moment and stood still.
"Laurelyn!" called her friend's voice in reply, and Laurelyn turned about in hopeless cirlcles. Where did everybody go? She could feel the people in the blurry white darkness . . . like a mist, she thought idly, like a spell-mist or the like that came down on wings swifter than any of us expected.
Any of who?
Any of us. . . beings, she reminded herself. Tolkienites in true glory.
What's a Tolkienite? whispered her mind.
A Tolkien fan.
Who?
Her thoughts were wavy and whitish and blurry like her vision.
Tolkien . . . the author of . . . of . . . .
And Laurelyn couldn't remember.
***
And when her vision cleared she saw something different. In the open field there was still a jumbled crowd of the different peoples, but none of them knew the origins they had known less than an hour ago. Those memories were gone; the memory of the world and of Tolkien were faded, and each and every Dwarf, Halfling, Elf, or Man were no longer fans of the beginnings of epic fantasy.
All they remembered was Middle-Earth history, and all they saw were people they did not know.
But the feel of an army was still about them. They had all been summoned from their dwellings, their homes, and they had answered.
A horn blew suddenly to Laurelyn's left; she whipped her head around to see whose it was. A man in a crimson cloak sat upon a dark brown horse, with gilded gear and a shining horn. He blew this for a second time.
The silence was very complete.

[Lubyla]

I bowed my head"If I must come, I will."

"Tis true, we all must be there."

[zavron]

''Now, we must pack and leave.'' I said.

[Lubyla]

"Alright, travel light. We do not know what we shall come upon there.

[zavron]

''Indeed.'' I summoned The winds to me and they took up the shape of a Horse.

[zavron]

I mounted the wind horse.

[Laurelyn]

Fëalómë could not bear to open the shop that day.
She twisted wires into a large circle until her fingers were a bloody mess from the sharp edges, and set it with dark grey stones and hematite shapes. It wasn't 'til she finished attacking her work that she realized she had made a sterling silver crown, with wires and stones every which way looking too much like bolts of lightning. With a cry she flung the crown at the wall, and listened as it struck the plaster and clattered to the floor.
The wall was marked black where the wires had scraped it, and Fëalómë shivered. Standing, she walked to the crown as it lay upon the ground, and picked it up to see what damage its flight had done.
Nothing. Not a stone was out of place, not a wire bent to an unsightly position.
Tears came to her eyes for a moment. No, she pleaded, please? But it's supposed to be the Ring that's indestructible. I don't understand . . . .
Fëalómë looked again at the crown she had made. She walked almost unwillingly to the mirror. She thought for a moment that she didn't want this at all. And then she set the silver crown upon her head.

[Fred Baggins]

ooc: OOO I love yer phantome of opera quote in yer sig Laurelyn. Now, tell us what happens!

ic: I reluctantly picked up my pack and shoved things into it. "You to Liat, I'm not going anywhere without you. Goodness knows what you could do."

"But what about Freida?"

"Hush. She'll be fine, and if you absoulutly have to you can bring her back."

[Lubyla]

"Freida? I have heard that name before, though i do not know where."

"Only in your dreams have you herd it, and why, I dont know." But it DID know.

[Fred Baggins]

"Ah stop already." I mumbled to myself "Bunch of lies, I hope she relizes. Just because she's actually a wiz-"

"Fine Franny I'll come."

[Silverstripe]

Primrose winced when the young hobbit called Belladona "Franny." She had never heard anyone DARE to do that before.

<Do you mean for both of us to go?> Cyrell asked quietly. He knew Primrose had to go, but would the others try to separate him from his beloved companion? If they did ... he was ready to fight!

[Dolenloteiel]

I smiled at all the commotion going on around me. I opened Utuvielye Cemina, the book that came with Cemina. I wrote:Year 25 of the Fourth Age: set down by Gandalf when he departed this world. Following is the account of the Lady of the Rings, put down by Artuile:

[zavron]

''What are you writing?'' I asked.

[zavron]

'

[Laurelyn]

*sob* Rotten computer deleted my post yesteday. Umëa!
Ah, well. Here, I wrote it again.

Fëalómë stared at her reflection, and she felt a half-fear twist through her heart at the sight of the stranger she saw. She looked and felt wild and dangerous, crowned in silver-white fire and gems of shadow. She felt powerful; and yet as she took in the new image of herself she realized that there was something missing, something imcomplete.
As she reached up to brush a lock of reddish hair away from her face, she caught a glimpse of something shining in the mirror. Understanding, Fëalómë tore the chain from her neck, snapping the tiny links and letting them clatter and fall to the ground in a pool of wire. She held up the Ring; and felt faintly how complete her power could be.
Fëalómë set the Ring upon her finger.
The first thing that crossed her mind was that her reflection in the mirror did not waver in the slightest; and she was still visible. She was confused for a moment, and then brushed it aside, for she felt something other than her image weaken. Then she was caught up in a surge of power, under a will stronger than her own.
It is mine, she thought slowly and idly, mine! I alone can weild this power. It's mine, this Ring.
She reminded herself vaguely of Frodo's words in Orodruin as he claimed the Ring, as she echoed them to herself, but she laughed slightly, mirthlessly though, at the thought. Who did that halfling think he was? He had no right to claim it. It was Sauron's then; but I've forged this Ring now, and it is mine! I alone can use it . . . I will use it . . . .

NO! cried another part of her mind suddenly, and Fëalómë found somewhere the strength to pull the Ring from her finger. But she slipped, and the Ring flew into the air, landing on her desk, bouncing once or twice and falling to the floor. Involuntarily Fëalómë bent in panic to make sure no harm had come to it, and then, once she was certain, she felt tears come to her eyes for her lack of will. It's controlling me, already, she thought.
And as well as sadness she thought this with rage blazing that some piece of gold was controlling her. "I only wanted something perfect!" Fëalómë cried. "Not this!"
Taking off her crown and letting it clatter for a second time to the floor, Fëalómë ran to her door and outside into the streets, trying frantically to get as far away from herself as she could.
She didn't stop running until she reached the park near the center of town, and when she did she collapsed on a bench into hysterical, angry, terrified tears.
"No," she repeated over and over, "ava carë nin. Don't do this to me. Hecalyë. Olorinyë. Please let me be dreaming! Ava . . . no!" But to her dismay she found pinching herself in the arm hurt a great deal, mostly because of her sliced fingers, and she hadn't woken up from her nightmare.
Finally she calmed down enough to wipe her eyes dry with the back of her hands and try to figure out what she could do.
What would Sauron do now? she wondered, and then, No!
"I'm not Sauron, I'm not like him, and I won't be. I won't ever be!" she cried indignantly, angry that her thoughts even without the Ring were rebelling against her.
And then, quieter now, she whispered, "Never."
I hope, her mind added treacherously. Only hope.
*****
Night had fallen in its velvet cloak by the time Fëalómë left the park to walk back to her shop and house. The stars were shining merrily above her, and she smiled in spite of herself at their light.
"A Elbereth Gilthoniel," she said softly. "O Elbereth who lit the stars . . . help me."

[Laurelyn]

Upon her return, Fëalómë picked up both her silver crown and the Ring and stowed them away in a little box in her closet. Nothing will happen to them, she assured the part of her mind that wailed in anguish at the thought of being far from the Ring for any amount of time. They'll be safer there than they would near me.
And yet . . . in five minutes she found herself digging through her closet ot check on the Ring. Just this once, she said as an excuse, just this once.
It was several "just this once" incidents later that she realized it wasn't going to work.

[Lubyla]

"Right...I guess I shall go then."

"Dont worry so much Starletta."

[Dolenloteiel]

I turned to the Maia and showed him what it was I was writing. "I'm setting it down, so we will remember later." I replied.

[Dolenloteiel]

I looked around. "When shall we depart for the Bay of Belfalas?" I asked. Then, I wrote :Our company is large. Vasir, myself, Starletta, Primrose, I looked up, trying to recall the names of the others.

[Fred Baggins]

"Liat, Fran, and Lubyla." Added Fran, seeing what she was writing. "Though if you want to record real names, it would be Liat Brandybuck, Belladona Gamgee, and Lubyla Greenleaf."

[Lubyla]

"Yes, Iam Lubyla." I sounded a bit down. I knew what haunted Starletta at the world gate. Part of it haunted me too.

[Dolenloteiel]

"Thank you!" I added, Liat, Fran and Lubyla. We are journeying to the Bay of Belfalas, to the World Gate. The prophecies will be fulfilled. I closed the book. "When do we leave?'

[Lubyla]

A soft purring was herd in the trees, as a huge panther emerged, knocking Starletta to the ground.

[zavron]

I made to kill the panther.

[Dolenloteiel]

Seeing the dead panther, "I'm not going to note that." I looked around again. "Well, can we leave now?"

[Lubyla]

ooc:You cant kill the panther!!!!! Thats Illali, the panther companion of Starletta, who only Starletta can understand.

The panther stood back up . 'Starletta, why did you let them try to kill me?'

I ran over and hugged the panther. "Why did you try to kill her? I'm sorry Illali, it seems you were a bit too sly."

[Laurelyn]

OOC:*cough* Fëalómë's making what I lack the skill to do; I'm a jeweler myself, but only by hobby, not trade. I'm pretty good, especially for a twelve-year-old playing with wire and beads, but I lack the supplies and most likely skill to make what Fëalómë does. That's why I describe her jewelry so much. It's the images in my mind that'll probably never take shape under my pliers. Depressing. :(

IC:
Later, with a certain silver chain restored about her neck bearing a certain golden 'pendant,' Fëalómë sat at her worktable, ignoring as usual the pain in her fingers. She was making a ring of a coiled gold wire band pulled together at the base and set across the top with broken pieces of tourmaline crystals left over from a past project. She felt frustrated with her creation, wanting the stones not to stick out so much, but she kept fiddling and adding and changing things around until the coiled band had been traced with a black-dyed copper wire in a flowered spiral, hiding the settings and adding . . . enough.
It gave it soul, Fëalómë thought, not like the Ring but all the same . . . .
And as she remembered the Ring that she had been trying so hard to forget, tears welled up in her eyes and splashed down onto her new creation. She dried it off gently but in vain; she only cried all the harder as if in a trance she lifted the chain and the Ring up to her eye level. Her fingers traced the edge of it and she felt an odd tugging in her chest, a kind of ache that made her feel like a little child woken from a nightmare who wanted nothing but a parent's hug and smiling face.
The Ring slipped from her hand as she drooped slightly, dangling still around her neck, looking to her half mocking and half sympathetic. She kept thinking of how the light played across its surface in a wild dance, fiery and free. Beautiful.
You could be like that, whispered her mind. Why not?
And why not? To be beautiful like that, a kind of terrible beautiful, didn't mean she would attempt any kind of world domination, did it? It didn't mean she would kill anyone, or start any wars.
Careful, cautioned the other half of her mind. Be careful.
I will, she promised. I will.
She held the ring she had just made up to her light. "You need a name," she said aloud. "And a purpose."

[Lubyla]

"Why is it that when that panther of yours comes, someone tries to kill her?"

"I dont know, she scared you the first time."

"She was not the one who scared me. do you remember naught what had happened?"

[zavron]

''I am sorry, I thought that the panther was attacking. I beg your Pardon'' I asked.

[Silverstripe]

<Don't worry, Cyrell. We'll both go,> said Primrose, startled at the surge of panic she felt at the very thought of leaving her companion behind, while going to another world.

Cyrell relaxed. <Good.>
Maybe creating a mindlink wasn't the best of ideas. Fran warned me... but I didn't listen. I never listened at that age.
Still, he had had his reasons, and the Link had proved very useful. He only hoped it would not be their undoing.

[Lubyla]

"There are many beasts other than Illali that should be worried about, it is a common mistake."

[Dolenloteiel]

"Okay, so we have another added name." Artuile wrote, We now have a panther joining, Illali. I closed the book. "Now-" Just then, a horse and rider galloped up, and a young elven girl dismounted.

"Aiya, elendili ar elda." Astarien said cheerfully.

Artuile started. She beckoned Astarien aside. "What are you doing here?" she hissed.

"I am here, because Father asked me to accompany you." She said. "He told me to protect you, because you bear...the ring of Imladris." She explained.

Artuile sighed. "Since Lord Elrond wishes it, I must accept." I turned to the others. "Excuse me, but Astarien will be joining us." I told them. "She is here by order of Lord Elrond."

Astarien smiled. "Mae Govannen."

[Fred Baggins]

THe younger hobbit spoke up. "Does she speak only elvish, or does she know the common speech?" The eldar hobbit hissed at her to remember her manners, but it seemed hopeless now.

[Dolenloteiel]

Astarien turned to the younger hobbit. "Aaye Perian. inye Astarien." She smiled. "Yes, young hobbit, I know your tongue. I am Astarien of Rivendell. By hat name are you known, curious hobbit?"

[Fred Baggins]

*mumbels under her breath* Not Sarah Baggins. *out loud* "Liat Brandybuck, unknown grandaughter of Merry Brandybuck, interpreter of dreams. And I'm not really young, for my 33rd birthday is in a few days."

The elder one spoke up. "Liat, don't be rude. And remember to some you are still young. Especially to elves."

[Lubyla]

"Another, well, we just have a grand party here, it is actually better too, for you Starletta, because of HIM."

"Right, well Illali is here."

The panther, Illali, walked over and sniffed the new elf. 'She will be good protection Starletta'

"Alright, then I feel better going now. Hey! Is that Andodulin?" She pointed to the sky as a black bird flew down, and landded atop Lubyla's shoulder.

[Dolenloteiel]

Astarien smiled. "You are still in your tweens, but that will soon change, Liat. I would like to be the first to wish you an early Happy Birthday."

[Fred Baggins]

ooc: Um...I just said that her 33rd b-day's in a few days. That would mean she's 32.

[Lubyla]

"You shant need write Andodulin in the accounts, he shant be important...I hope."

Illali looked at the bird. She then went back to meeting the new people, sniffing them, letting them pet her...

[Laurelyn]

"So you have come," the man said softly, yet the silence was such that his voice was heard clearly to the last person. And then, louder now, "You have come in answer to my summons to defend your world. I am most pleased with your numbers; yes, this is good.
"I am Mavornar; I will be your leader. We will make now for the Bay of Belfalas; there is a company we shall join there. Sometime later as we rest I shall complete the tale you all know the beginnings of. The tale that calls you here. But now we must move forth! Walk quickly as you can, and follow me. I shall walk my horse to keep at your pace. Call if any problems arise."
Laurelyn followed among the crowd.


Nobody remembered to notice that the elves would have otherwise sailed away. And it didn't matter.

[Dolenloteiel]

OCC Yes if I'm mistaken the Tweens are the twenties and early thirties of a hobbit before they reach their mature age of 33. I'll clarify that.

[Fred Baggins]

"Thankyou" Liat said, and sholdered her pack. "Can we PLEASE leave now. The dreams are haunting."

Fran nodded. "I agree. It's curicial that we leave."

[Lubyla]

"We're ready at any time."

"Yup yup yup! Wait...no no no, I dont want to go....but I guess I must."

[Dolenloteiel]

Artuile called her horse, and mounted. Astarien did the same. She mounted then turned to everyone. "Do we all have horses?"

[Lubyla]

"Starletta and I have horses. We had a few extra at our call if you need."

[Fred Baggins]

Fran whistled, and a brown pony trotted in. Although she looks normal, you can tell there is something, a little different about her. "Liat will ride Will...er I mean Prisca. I need no steed, I will simply walk."

[Dolenloteiel]

Artuile looked concerned at this. "Fran are you sure? Will you be able to keep up? I mean, you could ride behind me if you like."

[Fred Baggins]

Fran only laughed, as did Liat. "Fine, I will run then! And if I can't keep up then it is indeed a sad day for Middle-Earth!" Her laugh rang loud and clear through The Wise.

[Dolenloteiel]

The whole company laughed, and we turned and headed out of the WIse, south towards the Bay of Belfalas, and the WOrld Gate.

[Lubyla]

"I still dont want to go. It is a bit risky."

"Walking is risky for us. It is no different there."

[Fred Baggins]

Fran, walked over to Starletta's pony. "Every thing is risky, like Lubyla said. Why, think of Freddy. For him, there is nothing that isn't a risk, for he always has to be careful not to let on his ture self, or his true past. Cause you know if he daoes the *shudders* thoughts will be drawn to him, and we will have lost him for good."

[Lubyla]

"Yes, I know."

"You speek wisely. For all of us, that caryy, or travel with a Barer, we are alll in danger. Thogh for you Starletta, it is not the same."

[Dolenloteiel]

Astarien hung back and listened. "That's why I am sent. TO protect Artuile, and all the other ringbearers. As the Fellowship once did." Astarien looked around at them. "It is wise to be wary, but speed is also needed. Come."

[Lubyla]

"You are right."

[Dolenloteiel]

Artuile urged her horse into a gallop and the rest of the company followed. Astarien rode up and drew level with her. "We must always be aware of what goes on around us, Artuile." she warned. "Rings are dangerously persuasive to their bearers, and can be fatal if in the wrong hands." Artuile nodded. "Therefore, I'll scout ahead, along the paths out of the Wise, but I'll ask Fran which way to take, for she knows this place better than anyone." Astarien rode back to Fran who was running easily next to Liat. "What is the best path to take out of here, Fran?" she asked. Fran responded by smiling and runing up to Artuile, giving her directions. Atarien listened as Fran told them before galloping ahead.