The Bree
Iavas (Autumn)-September 29th
I woke up today seeing the first rays of the sun, peeking through my window. A loud knock on my door woke me up from my half-sleep. A deep, booming voice shouted through the door. "I know you're up Jade! Hurry up before I have to eat your breakfast myself!"
"I'm up!" I rolled over and groaned. Butterbur, (who was the innkeeper here at the Prancing Pony), was the man who woke me up this morning.
I got up, quickly made my bed, and went down stairs to the kitchens to eat breakfast. Butterbur informed us of our jobs for the day, and the main meals. I sighed when he announced that I had to take orders. I hate taking orders; it is so embarrassing! You have to make sure everything about you is perfect, or else some of the guests will laugh at you behind your back, and make bad jokes about you. Then, when you come back, they all burst out laughing, and you know that it is about you, but you don't know why.
Butterbur patted me on my shoulder. "I know you hate it, but it is your turn. I'll get someone else to do your shift so you can get packing for this evening."
"Thanks," I mumbled. He nodded in agreement., and went off to talk to the others.
I was going off to Rivendale with some...well..."friends." I have great sword fighting skills and I figured I could help them out. Tomorrow, I turn seventeen, and since I have no known parents, I can pretty much do what I want. I have little memory of my childhood, although I do remember the tune of a song in a language I couldn't understand. All have left from those days is a silver anklet Butterbur found on me when I was left on his doorstep.
Soon, the guests came down, talking amongst themselves. I noticed my "friends" coming slowly down the steps, slightly away from the rest of the crowd. I nodded to them to show that I was ready to go when they were. Aragorn pointed to the door. Their bags were packed and their horses saddled.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed. "Should I get packing now? Leaving this morning...you guys are on short notice!"
I ran to my room and started packing. I grabbed the stuff I would need for the trip. Boots, cloak, quill, my last container of ink, (hopefully I would be able to get some more as soon as possible,) and extra food. I also brought my belt that carried my sword and dagger.
I told Semetra (another worker at the Pony) to saddle up Blaze, my horse, and to tell Butterbur that I was leaving in a few minutes. She nodded and went out to the sables. I sighed and continued packing.
September 3rd
Pretty soon, our company of six was set out. We were quite bedraggled looking. Who could blame us? The day outside was gray and bleak. The sun was shining, but cold and dull to us. Fog and mist floated lazily around to finish the dreary picture.
Aragorn, the leader of the group, was reluctant to let me join them in the first place, but I heard a private conversation, and learned about all the trouble the five were in. They caught me eavesdropping, and I swore not to tell if they would let me come with them. They reluctantly agreed that it was better for me to come than for their presence to be known.
As I mentioned earlier, Aragorn is the leader. The hobbits call him ‘Strider.' Frodo is the Ring Bearer. He has the awful responsibility of returning the Ring to the Fires of Mount Doom. However, the Ring is constantly trying to get back to Its Master, Sauron, the Dark Lord. The Ringwraithes are after him now. Ringwraithes are the greatest servants of Sauron. They used to be nine mortal kings. The Dark Lord tricked them into taking the rings that would destroy them, for the greed of men is great. They are neither living nor dead, and they are always aware of the presence fo the Ring.
Now I will tell about the others. Sam is Frodo's gardener and probably his best friend. He, like Frodo, is also a hobbit. Merry, yet another hobbit, is a troublemaker along with Pippin, another hobbit and Frodo's cousin.
We started off through the sloshy ground, mud sticking to our horses' hooves. "Well we sure are an optimistic bunch," I grumbled. Aragorn gave me a sidelong glance. (I shut-up after that).
September 6th-12th
Later, galloping to the forest, it happened. That blood curdling screech. The Ringwraithes were after us! Our horses high-tailed it out of there. Through the thick forest we charged, the Ringwraithes hot on our trail. In and out of the coarse branches and vines that grabbed at us and tried to pull us down, we charged. How were we ever to make it out of the forest alive?
Later
We've lost them...for now.
Night
Later that night, after escaping the Wraithes, we took a break. I fell into a fretful sleep, but not for long. I was awoken by the hobbits yelling. I wanted to roll over and tell them to shut-up, but then I heard the Ringwraithes' chilling screech.
I jumped up and grabbed my sword by the hilt. I ran down behind the hobbits to fight off the Wraithes. I looked around for Aragorn, without luck. Where was he? The Wraithes were closing in with their long, deadly swords. They tossed Sam, Merry, and Pippin aside, like they were dolls. Then, the largest one approached Frodo, his enormous sword suspended above his head. In terror, (or maybe temporary insanity,) Frodo slipped on the Ring!
"No!" Sam and I shouted together. Frodo disappeared from sight. The Wraith plunged his sword down anyway. What he hit, we would not discover until later. He reappeared screaming. At that same moment, Aragorn came exploding out with his sword in one hand, a flaming brand in the other. He and I, together, fought off the Ringwraithes. (Some things you just have do your self).
We were soon safe again, for the moment. Frodo was hurt very badly.
"He's been stabbed by a blade of Mordor. This is beyond my field. He needs Elvish medicine," Aragorn announced.
September 13th
We hurried through a nearby forest, searching for kingsfoil, a weed that would help slow the poison spreading through Frodo. After finding it, Arwen, Aragorn's Elvish fiancé, appeared and spoke to Frodo in Elvish. Then, she and Aragorn spoke, and Arwen placed Frodo on her white horse, Asfaloth.
"What are you doing!?" Sam cried. "Those Wraithes are still out there!" Aragorn did not speak, but gazed out across the field where Arwen had ridden away. I followed after them on my horse, Blaze.
We burst out of the forest and ran down into an old quarry. A river had taken over and a fearful water fall was at the bottom. Our horses were tired, and Frodo was quickly growing sicker. We crossed the river only to be confronted by the opposing Ringwraithes.
"Give up the halfling, She-Elve!" one growled. I think it was the same one that stabbed Frodo earlier.
"If you want him, come and claim him!" Arwen snapped back. Hesitantly, the Wraithes approached the river. When they were well in the middle of the river, Arwen cast a spell over the river. It was in Elvish, so I couldn't understand. The water came crashing down over the Ringwraithes. The great waters threw up large rocks. One hit me in the head. The whole world went black.
October 24th
Bright light shone through my window. ‘Window?' I thought.
I sat up and looked around. I was in a beautiful room of creamy oranges and whites. The bed had a silver canopy with golden drapery floating gracefully down around the bed. There was also a white wooden drawer with all my equipment in it. Spread out at the end of my bed was a beautiful, white and blue, Elvish gown. I slipped it on and found that it fit perfectly. The sleeves belled out, and had silver fringes on the edges. Usually, I don't like to wear dresses, but I didn't want to look out of place.
Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. A woman with pointed ears and dark hair came in.
‘She must be an Elve,' I thought. ‘And if she's an Elve, that means...'
"I must be in Rivendell, right?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered in a soft, musical voice.
"How long have I been here?"
"Two days and one night. You took quite a blow in the head young one," she said, smiling. "It is breakfast-time. Come, follow me."
I nodded and followed her out into the dinning room. It was huge! It was as big and wide as the gates of Gondor, in the same colors as my room. There were open balconies on both sides of the dinning hall, and Elves everywhere! Some were singing, others were laughing and dancing, and some were just coming in. There were also men and Dwarves. On five long tables were many delicious foods, most I had never seen before.
An older Elve, with dark hair and wise eyes, came up to me and escorted me to my seat. His name was Elrond, father of Arwen Evenstar, Galadriel's granddaughter. I sat near a Dwarf, many Elves, and the rest of the company, except for Aragorn. I wondered where he was. The food was alright I guess, but I was too deep in thought to notice what I was eating. Frodo and the Dwarf had a long conversation about Dwarvish history. Usually, I would have been quite interested, but I barely heard a word they said.
There were so many questions I needed answered. How will we get the Ring back? What will become of Frodo, the other hobbits, Aragorn, Gandalf, the Elves, Dwarfs, men, forests, cities, villages, and so on, if the Ring wasn't destroyed? Would we win? Could we win? I was always told to leave the thinking to the grown-ups, but I took a knack for figuring out things for myself.
I sighed and got up from the table. I walked over to a balcony and looked out at the surrounding land. The sun was setting in the mountains casting long, dark shadows across the open valleys. I had to smile when the first stars flashed in the velvety sky.
Down below, I noticed ten or so riders coming in the main entrance. I ran downstairs to see what was up. I peeked around a large cylinder. I saw the riders, who were mostly Elves, but there were a few men and dwarves too. I noticed one particular Elve with blonde hair and a pack of arrows on his back. His was more richly clothed than his companions, and in my opinion, more handsome too.
Elrond came out to greet them. They talked in a language I could not understand. Elvish I suppose. I wish I could speak their language. My eyes followed them out to the dinning room, especially the Elve with blonde hair and arrows.
Later
After breakfast, bells started to chime. From outside my door, I could hear many voices and their footsteps to go with them. I slipped to the back of the crowd to follow them. I saw them all sit in a big circle with Elrond in the front. Gandalf and Aragorn were there also. I crouched down in the bushes to listen. Merry, Pippin, and Sam soon joined me.
They mostly talked about the Ring, but I didn't pay much attention. I was focused on the handsome Elve. Yes, he was there too. Elrond told Frodo to bring out the Ring, and put it on a pedestal in the center of the Council. No one dared to even breathe. The sun played along the edges of the golden Ring. It was perfect, despite the thousands of years in turmoil. Boromire, a prince of Gondor, heir to the White Tower, son of Denthor, stood up and made a speech on how the Ring could help them defeat the Enemy. Then, the blonde Elve stood up.
"The Ring must be destroyed!" he said.
"Havo dad Legolas," Aragorn said to Legolas.
‘Make a foot note Jade,' I thought to myself. ‘The guy's name is Legolas.'
When I finally focused my attention on the Council, they were all standing up and yelling at each other. Sam and I looked at each other. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged.
Suddenly Frodo said, "I will go!" It was dead quiet until Gandalf said, "I will go with him!"
"I will fight with you until the end, Frodo," Aragorn said.
"And my bow," Legolas proclaimed.
"And my axe!" the dwarf named Gimli said.
"You have my sword!"Boromire added.
Sam jumped up next and said, "Mr. Frodo, you can't leave without me!" Frodo smiled thankfully at him.
"Don't forget us!" Merry and Pippin shouted together. Sam looked expectantly into the bushes at me. I nodded and jumped up.
"I'm coming too!" I said.
Aragorn frowned. Elrond raised his eyebrows. Boromire shook his head. My face fell. Legolas whispered something to Aragorn. It sort of sounded like:
"A girl? Where did she come from?"
"From the Bree. We had to let her come for she knew of our mission," Aragorn answered.
"In my day women stayed home and took care of the family," Legolas whispered back. "It would be too dangerous for a girl to come with us," he said. Some of the other men scoffed and laughed behind their hands. I was mortally embarrassed. Who says men are supposed to be polite to ladies? What a joke! I realized that I had made a fool of myself...again. I sighed while Elrond told me that it would be best for me to go back to the Bree, with my family.
"I have none sir," I mumbled.
"None what? A family?" he asked.
"Yes sir. I worked in an inn," I said solemnly.
"Well then that is where you will go. Do you need an escort?" he asked me.
"No. I know my way."
"Well then, you'd better get ready." I nodded and went to my room to pack, but I definitely wasn't going back to the Bree. I was going on that Quest, wether they liked it or not.
Rhiw (Winter)December 25th
I waited in the dark of night, until I saw them leave. I grabbed my bag, which only carried food, and the Elvish gown. They didn't say I couldn't keep it, and it would make a great souvenir. I pulled the laces of my boots tighter, so they wouldn't come loose during the ride to...where ever we were going. They were pretty old now, but they would do.
I mounted Blaze and leapt off into the mountains of Rivendale.
‘Please don't let them be following me!' I prayed in my heart.
January 8th
A lot to say. Well today when I figured we were far enough from Rivendale, I showed myself. It was a pretty humorous scene. Aragorn's mouth fell open. Boromire and the hobbits looked shocked. Gimli's backpack fell off his broad shoulder. However, I could almost swear that Gandalf was smiling a knowing smile, though he tried to hide it. Legolas looked disgusted.
"What are you doing here?" he asked displeased.
"Ha!" I exclaimed. "Did you think you could get rid of me that easily? You underestimate me."
I jumped off Blaze, and went a little ways from the rest of the others to set up my camp. I had a black hammock, which I strung between two trees. I didn't start a fire, for I didn't want to be blamed for attracting the Ringwraithes, and besides, the others already had one going.
I sat down next to the fire, alone, for the others were all in a group, whispering amongst themselves. I looked for a good tree to climb, so I could hear them.
I couldn't hear them, but I would ask Sam what they were talking about later. I knew they were talking about me, but what exactly? It's all very disturbing, hearing people talking about you behind your back.
As soon as they all broke up, I confronted Sam. He said they were talking about me. They were debating if I would be able to stay. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were against it, the hobbits didn't really care, and Gandalf was all for it. Gandalf won by saying something like it would be too dangerous for me to go back, for the Ringwraithes were still out there, though dormant for the moment. I thanked him in my heart, and outwardly thanked Sam.
A few minutes later, I went to go to bed. I started humming the song, as I did every night before I went to bed, that I heard when I was a child. It was sort of a habit I guess. Legolas looked over at me, a startled look on his fair face.
"Where did you hear that song?" he asked.
"I don't know. I heard it when I was just a child," I answered, wondering why he cared.
"That is one of our songs," he mussed.
"Our songs?" I questioned.
"Yes...an Elvish song," he said. "Do you know the words?"
"No, what are they?"
"It goes something like this, in your tongue. It's called "Dance of the Night."
"A wolf lopes down;
The dark mountain side;
His fur is grey,
In his eyes a shine.
The forest is calling;
The moon drawing.
Follow the stars,
To your destiny.
A song in his chest;
His laughter so light.
All creatures wake up;
To dance in the night.
The Faeries look down;
From their realm above,
And smile on the beasts;
As they sing in their cove.
Then morning sun rises;
The night is now gone.
The wolf goes back to his mountain,
Singing his song."
It was even prettier than I had imagined. I bet it sounded even more beautiful when sang in Elvish.
"Thank you," I said to him.
"You're welcome," he said, a slight smile on his face.
So, we made a mental peace treaty right then, which was helpful when you want to fit in. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all, (or at least he's lost most of his arrogance.)
That night I ran the words over in my head, with Legolas' clear bell-like voice singing them, putting me to sleep.
January 11th-12th
Today was wild. We had to go through Caradhras, for the pass to the South was being watched by the spies of Saurman.
The air was cold and chilly. I had to walk in the middle of them, because, I'm the girl. I really hate that. (We had to send our horses back to Rivendale, although I knew Blaze would follow me wherever I went.)
As we tripped and stumbled up the mountain, I noticed a faint chanting. The others must have heard it too, by the looks on their faces. The mountain shook and trembled. Big rocks and boulders rolled down, showering snow and ice all around us.
"There is a foul voice upon the air," Legolas said with worry.
"It's a curse!" I said.
"He's trying to bring down the mountain! We must turn back Gandalf!" Aragorn shouted.
"No!" Gandalf shouted back. He walked up to the edge of the mountain and shouted a counter curse.
There was another large tremor that knocked a mountainful of snow on us, covering us all completely. I came up second, after Legolas, spitting snow out of my mouth. Can't write anymore right now. I'll tell what happened as soon as I can.
January 13th
Well I finally have time to write now. Alright, now I will finish the story.
When we had all gotten out of the snowdrift, we had to decide where to go next, for we couldn't go through Caradhras. It was seriously blocked. Gimli wanted to go through the Mines of Moria, which Gandalf seemed to strongly disagree with, although he did not say it out loud.
Boromire wanted to go to Gondor, but Aragorn argued that going that way would bring us too close to Isenguard, where Saurman dwelt.
"Let the Ring-Bearer decide," Gandalf said, hesitantly.
‘Great!' I thought. ‘He's asking the hobbit! Like he knows anything about the outside world!'
"We will go through the Mines of Moria," Frodo said. I groaned. Then turned to Legolas.
"We're doomed," I said. He gave me a weird look, and I turned away and blushed. I really need to learn how to keep my mouth shut.
Anyway, when we got to the Mines, there was a door blocking the entrance. You had to have a password to open it. Unfortunately for us, Gandalf didn't know the password. Luckily Frodo figured out that it was a riddle. It went like this:
‘Speak friend and enter.' It was written in Elvish. I wondered how Frodo knew Elvish. I'll have to ask him later.
"What's the Elvish word for friend?" Frodo asked.
"Belok" Gandalf answered. Suddenly, the doors swung wide open. But at that same instant a gigantic tentacle reached out of the lake behind us, and grabbed Frodo!
We all drew our weapons to fight off the beast. More and more tentacles reached out in defense. It finally threw back Frodo, and we all quickly ran into the Mines. Then, the entrance was blocked by a tons of boulders that came crashing down forcing us to go on. No turning back.
"This can not be good," I said under my breath. It was cold and dark in the Mines, with only Gandalf's staff to light the way. We all worked to side step the rotting skeletons that covered the damp floor. (I for one, hoped I didn't run into any spiders. I hate spiders!)
Later, we stopped short. I wasn't looking where I was going. So I bumped into Pippin, who was at the back of the line.
"Ouch!" he said.
"Sorry!" I moaned, rubbing my big toe. "What's going on?" I asked.
"I have no memory of this place," Gandalf said.
"Great..." I mumbled. I was getting very tired of waiting for Gandalf to figure everything out. I have a very short patience.
While we were waiting the others talked and now I'm writing. Oh! I must go! Gandalf remembered which way to go!
January 14th-17th
A lot to say. So much has happened since I last wrote. Well, I guess I'll start at the beginning.
We got up and followed after Gandalf, when he had finally decided which way to go.
"I don't like the feel of the left way, and I don't remember the middle way, so we'll go the right way. Besides, the air isn't so foul smelling down here."
We ran down the dark hallway, and came upon a room with a box inside. Gimli ran to it, sobbing. The box was carved out of white and grey marble. There was dwarvish writing on the top. Gandalf picked up a book nearby that was written in all the languages of Middle Earth, except for the language of Mordor of course. No one would dare read or write that. (At least I wouldn't).
Suddenly, Gandalf started reading from the book. "We are trapped...we cannot get out...they are coming."
While Gandalf was reading, Pippin was steadily walking backwards towards an old well with a skeleton on top. He squeezed an arrow that it was holding on to, (why he did, I'll never know-yuck!) and the head detached itself from the rest of the body and fell with a great clattering. Then the rest of the body fell in after it, followed by a heavy metal box. We all winced as it crashed into the sides of the well, breaking the disturbing silence of the Mines.
"Throw yourself in next time you fool of a Took!" Gandalf yelled at him. I probably would have stuck up for him if this wasn't a life or death situation, but he had put us in great danger. ‘Doom, boom, boom, doom! Boom, boom, doom, doom!' The sounds of drums echoed off the walls.
"Yrchs!" Legolas said.
"What?" I asked him.
"Orcs!" he explained. I sighed, and got ready to run.
Suddenly, we heard the sound of many footsteps approaching.
"The orcs!" I shouted. I looked for an escape, while the others barred the door with some Dwarvish axes.
"They have a cave troll!" Boromire said, groaning.
"Oh, no!" I shouted.
"What?! What is it?!" Legolas asked me.
"It's a trap! ‘We cannot get out!'" I cried.
Suddenly, arrows came shooting through the door. Legolas shot an arrow at the orcs that tried to get through. Then the door burst open. I covered my face with one arm to block the wood and metal that showered all around us. The orcs came pouring in.
‘Twang! Twang!' Legolas' arrows hit two orcs. They dropped dead. Frodo's sword, Sting glowed brightly as he fought. Gimli fought with Dwarvish grace. Aragorn and Boromire fought extremely well, too. The other hobbits were doing excellent as well. It was funny to see Sam knocking out the orcs with his pots and pans.
My turn. Didn't I say that I had excellent sword fighting skills? Well, I swung. I slashed. Blood covered my sword. It made a ringing sound as it soared through the air. Many limbs and heads went flying because of Silvering, as I called my sword.
Most of the orcs were gone, and we started to relax. But we forgot about the cave troll. It burst in with a terrifying roar. I almost fainted, but Legolas caught me.
"Don't Jade! We need you now. Govannen, im tothla veriad le, Jade."
I had no idea what that meant, but it was comforting all the same. I stood up straight, and prepared to run again. As we fought the troll, (and other remaining orcs,) the troll took a swing at Frodo. It met its mark. He looked dead. We couldn't tell. Another one of Legolas' arrows hit his mark. The troll dropped dead. Surprisingly, Frodo was alive. His mithril suit protected him from the otherwise deadly blow. We ran out of the room only to be faced by more orcs.
We continued fighting. I was getting tired fast. I didn't know if i could go on much longer, and the orcs kept coming. Suddenly, an orc made a target out of me, and its poison tipped arrow hit me hard in the shoulder. I screamed out in pain. Aragorn and Legolas helped me to stand.
Then, suddenly all the orcs ran away. It was quiet. Too quiet.
"I don't like this. Why did they all run away?" I whispered painfully. I saw a weird glow above the bridge. Gandalf closed his eyes and concentrated. It was as if he was searching for something, deep inside himself. He whispered something inaudible to my ears, but the next part was.
"Run!" he shouted.
He didn't have to tell us twice. We were out of there in a heartbeat! (Well I wasn't really, because Legolas was still carrying me). That bright red glow looked evil. I didn't like it at all.
We ran onto a crumpled bridge. A large gap was cutting us off from the other side. Our only hope.
Legolas held me tighter around the waist and jumped across. Gandalf jumped next, then Boromire with Sam. Next, Aragorn threw Merry and Pippin across. Gimli refused to be thrown, but attempted the long jump across. Legolas grabbed him just in time.
Then, the first of our traumas began. The rock slab that Frodo and Aragorn were standing on was crumpling beneath them! It looked like they weren't going to make it, but they balanced the slab and aimed for our part of the bridge. They jumped. I held my breath. They made it! The platform that they were standing on crumpled and fell way down below us. We thought the worst was over, but we were wrong. DEAD WRONG.
The awful Creature came out, who I later learned was called a Balrog. It was a Creature of Shadow and Flame. It was at least twelve feet high, with enormous ram horns. In its hand it carried a whip of fire.
"Weapons are of no more use here!" Gandalf said. "Lead them to the bridge Aragorn!" But Aragorn did not listen, along with the rest of us; we all stayed to see the fate of Gandalf.
Gandalf held his sword and staff above his head. Then he slammed them on the ground before the Balrog. "You shall not pass!" he commanded. The Balrog's Flame went out, but its Shadow was as strong as ever.
Gandalf slammed his sword and staff down harder. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" he said louder than ever before.
The ground started breaking beneath the Balrog. It gave a defeating roar and fell. However, it wasn't finished yet. It let loose its whip pf fire and pulled Gandalf down with it. As he made a grab for the edge of the rock he said, "Fly you fools!" and let go.
Frodo tried to run after him, but Boromire picked him up and dragged him away. I'll never forget his awful screams. They echo in my head to this very day.
As they ran, (and I was carried by Aragorn) out the door, I thought it had never felt so good to be out in the sunlight. Aragorn set me down on the mountainside. I shivered in the cold mountain air. I felt stupid and useless with everyone carrying me. I came here to prove that I could help them, and survive as well as any boy.
‘So much for all that training with Canden,' I though. Canden was my sword fighting teacher. He was really young too, which made him more popular with the kids. Some adults came too, but mostly to watch their kids, although some did get into it.
I missed those days at the Bree. My friends and I would always go picking fights with whoever would be up to the challenge. We all promised each other that when we had an adventure, we would tell the others all about our adventures and try to get another one of us hooked up in one too, before we had another one for ourselves.
"Don't guess I'll be doing that anytime soon," I said quietly to myself. I wasn't afraid of death really, but I knew I just wasn't ready to die. Not yet.
Before I knew it, I was crying. Crying for Gandalf and the thought that death was tapping me on the shoulder and wouldn't go away. I was dying and I knew it. I didn't want to. My arm was bleeding horribly.
I overheard Aragorn and Legolas talking about where to go next.
"We will go to Lorien, Lothlorien. Jade needs help. These hills will be swarming with orcs by nightfall," Aragorn said. Everyone slowly got up; we were all still mourning for Gandalf. Frodo looked devastated. I felt so sorry for him; Gandalf was one of his closest friends. He was also our greatest ally.
Aragorn picked me up for the long, hard run to Lorien. During the race against time, I was a burden to Legolas and Aragorn. I went in and out of consciousness. I was getting sicker, the poison spreading slowly but surly through my body.
When we finally made it to Lorien, I passed out from all time. Little did I know, that the next time I woke up would be the last time as my self.
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I woke up to see a beautiful face. She was Galadriel, Lady of the Galadrim, Lorien. She looked at me with deep concern in her eyes. The pain in my chest was unbearable.
"A terrible fate for one so young is not deserved of you. If you had a choice, would you choose life or death, but a different life entirely?" she asked me.
"What life would I have?" I asked.
"The choice, though simple it would seem, is a task that may be too hard to bear. You can choose death as a mortal, or eternal life as an Elve. Choose wisely. You will not have another chance. This will affect you and everyone around you. I have kept you alive long enough to ask this of you. You must choose now," she said.
I opened my mouth to say the words that would change my life forever. I would never be the same.