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Adult ++
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51
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17
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Amarya, the Ring of Earth
Disclaimer: All familiar characters of this story belong to the awesome world and works of JRR Tolkien, who is an unparalleled genius of this genre. All unfamiliar and original characters, animals and places are of my own invention. I do not derive any monies from this work and created this story solely out of the love and respect that I hold for all of the works related to this canon.
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The Forgotten Ring
by Sienna Dawn
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Chapter 24 - Amarya, the Ring of Earth (The Green Ring, the Ring of Calenbril)
Eridani raced past the vaulted corridors, in and out of chambers and halls, praying she was headed toward an exit. She had no map, no way of telling how long she had been running in the Dwarvish city and she was grateful that her elven ears had not picked up sounds of pursuit by the Yrch.
Still, she had no way of knowing if she was headed toward Alasse Imladris or Avonea or somewhere else. She placed her trust in the Valar.
Just then she tripped and fell headlong toward a small crag in the floor. Putting out her hands to brace her fall, she felt the distinct burning pain of scraped skin. Sitting and rubbing her legs and feeling for broken bones she reminded herself to be extra careful. It would not help her people if she stumbled headlong into a crevice and broke her neck.
Looking about the floor, she noticed for the first time how truly crumbled and broken it was, jumbles of tile, rock and other debris littered the ground. It was thanks to her sure elven feet that she had managed to get this far without falling. She doubted Haldir would have trouble navigating this labyrinth.
At the thought of him, his face emerged in her mind and she remembered the taste of his mouth and the scent of his skin. His silken hair under her fingers...she shook her head. What was she doing? She had no time for this.
Standing up, she checked the palms of her hands. Scraped and bloodied but she'd survive. She had other things to contemplate.
Turning toward the same direction she'd been running, she stopped before sprinting off as a small flash of something caught her eye. She crouched toward it and looked.
It seemed to be a piece of parchment...a small remnant of somethinoppeopped Valar-knew how long ago. She was about to stand up, dismissing it out of hand, when she caught the glimmer of a golden light taking shape before her. In moments the old dwarf stood before her.
"Take it" he spoke into her mind. "Take the map. It's a way out...a way to me." The dwarf turned and looked toward an entrance. Eridani followed his gaze and then turned back to look at the dwarf.
"Who are you?" she asked the specter, but he simply looked back at her once more and vanished.
With a hmph, Eridani reached for the small piece of parchment and was surprised to see that there was more to it than a small corner as she had previously thought. It seemed the parchment was buried under the tiles of the floor. Kneeling on the ground, and ignoring the pain in her hands, she began to dig and in a few moments she had liberated a small scroll which she gingerly opened and studied.
Her jaw dropped open in shock.
She was staring at an ancient map of the inside of Moria! Her head snapped up and she looked around, frowning. What strange magic was this? Who was the strange dwarf who seemed to have so many answers? Her gaze returned to the map. She had long learned how to read maps, copying the ancient ones from the personal collection of Lord Elrond, who had taught her much. She was grateful for his tutelage in this art, realizing that she now had the knowledge too tool to escape Moria.
Shredded in parts, the fragile document was yellowed and dirty with age, but it was still readable. Unfortunately, she did not read Dwarvish, although after a few moments she was able to pinpoint the area where she had entered this vast realm. A few moments more and she knew that the chamber the old dwarf had pointed to was where she needed to go. She was about to find out if Haldir's theory of the lost Ring of Earth was real or not. She knew this detour may cost her some precious time, but it was time she had to sacrifice. For if what the map showed her was indeed true and Haldir's theory held, then there was still hope for Middle Earth.
She stood, rolled the document and tucked it into her legging's waistband. She sprinted toward the chamber, built into a recess in the wall.
Entering the chamber she realized it was a throne room, for there sat the throne of Moria, as she recalled reading of it. All around her debris, destruction and decay had taken theill oll of what she realized had most likely been a magnificent chamber.
In the center of the room stood a single cairn. On it there were runic lettering that, as Eridani studied them, she realized she could read with ease. Translating carefully, she repeated under her breath:
"Here be the resting place of Amarya. Disturb not the rest of the dead." It bore a name: Thorin Oakenshield.
Below that there was more. She translated outloud:
"One ring lost must now be found
deep within the ancient mound.
Four were made but only three given
in secret forged and in secret driven."
She held her breath. This was the same Oracle that Haldir had found in the Archives! Here was a verse from that same prophecy.
She stepped back away from the pile of stones and looked around her. Then she saw what her eyes did not show her before.
This was a Throne Room and a Tomb as well. Was this the Tomb of Thorin Oakenshield? The same Thorin who was believed buried with the Arkenstone, placed on his chest by Bilbo Baggins? Had the halfling known of the deception? Her mind reeled.
She needed to dig up that cairn and find the ring. She was certain now that the old dwarf had led her here for a purpose. Looking around she found several swords, and happily a few short knives which she pocketed for personal use. She walked back to the tomb and using a sword began to dig out the stones.
Time had weakened the structure for in a short while the stones fell to the side and she was staring down at a small stone coffin. She wondered how she'd open the lid. Well, she reasoned, there was no one here to help her and she always did boast of her prowess over other elf maidens. This was the time to find out if her boasts carried credibility.
Jumping down she crawled on the side of the coffin and using all her strength drove the point of the sword between the cracks of the opening. Cold metal clashed with stone and she gritted her teeth. After a few shoves the lid began to move and giving it one tremendous push, Eridani succeeded in opening the coffin.
A deep stench came from the remains and she turned her face, gagging. She asked pardon over the desecration and hoped the old dwarf would forgive her. Waiting for the scent to dissipate somewhat, she turned and looked.
The skeleton was partially intact in some places and turned to dust in others. If this was indeed the remains of Thorin Oakenshield, this tomb had lain undisturbed for at least 5,000 years.
She studied the body. It had been dressed in finest mithril and battle garments. This was the tomb of a King, she realized, as she caught sight of the wondrous crown at his side. Eridani became convinced this was definitely the tomb of Thorin. His axe and spear lay atop him and then she spied a ring. Placed inside his right hand, she caught a glint of metal.
Grimacing, Eridani reached for the bony hand and pried it open. There, resting quietly, glinted a wondrous ring with an even more wondrous jewel. Taking the ring from the hand of Thorin, she looked at his body once more and saluted him in the manner of the elves of old, as Haldir had saluted her once. Dipping her head low, she brought her hand to touch her forehead, her lips and her heart. Silently she thanked him and begged his forgiveness once more.
Sprightly jumping out of the grave, she held the ring in her hand and studied it.
Made of the finest gold band, she noticed the delicate curves and flowers etched on it. Inside, fine runic lettering that she could not decipher. The jewel was a deep green that reminded her of the forests of Thalion Tirion. She recognized the stone. It was a Calenbril, a stone highly priced by elves, men and dwarves and known for its deep rich green color and its abilities to cure against poisons, promote truth and rumored to have power over death.
Her breath caught in her throat at that last thought....power over death. No wonder the Dwarves had hidden it and Saruman and Sauron had both desired it! It was probably more powerful than the other three rings combined!
Holding the ring close to her, she determined she had spent enough time in the chamber, walked out the way she came and headed for the secret exit out of Moria...the one that would lead her straight to Avonea. As she ran she thought of Haldir, of Ormuil and all of Middle Earth.
Key:
Calenbril = Glittering (bril) and Green (calen) = Emerald *of my own making*
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The Forgotten Ring
by Sienna Dawn
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Chapter 24 - Amarya, the Ring of Earth (The Green Ring, the Ring of Calenbril)
Eridani raced past the vaulted corridors, in and out of chambers and halls, praying she was headed toward an exit. She had no map, no way of telling how long she had been running in the Dwarvish city and she was grateful that her elven ears had not picked up sounds of pursuit by the Yrch.
Still, she had no way of knowing if she was headed toward Alasse Imladris or Avonea or somewhere else. She placed her trust in the Valar.
Just then she tripped and fell headlong toward a small crag in the floor. Putting out her hands to brace her fall, she felt the distinct burning pain of scraped skin. Sitting and rubbing her legs and feeling for broken bones she reminded herself to be extra careful. It would not help her people if she stumbled headlong into a crevice and broke her neck.
Looking about the floor, she noticed for the first time how truly crumbled and broken it was, jumbles of tile, rock and other debris littered the ground. It was thanks to her sure elven feet that she had managed to get this far without falling. She doubted Haldir would have trouble navigating this labyrinth.
At the thought of him, his face emerged in her mind and she remembered the taste of his mouth and the scent of his skin. His silken hair under her fingers...she shook her head. What was she doing? She had no time for this.
Standing up, she checked the palms of her hands. Scraped and bloodied but she'd survive. She had other things to contemplate.
Turning toward the same direction she'd been running, she stopped before sprinting off as a small flash of something caught her eye. She crouched toward it and looked.
It seemed to be a piece of parchment...a small remnant of somethinoppeopped Valar-knew how long ago. She was about to stand up, dismissing it out of hand, when she caught the glimmer of a golden light taking shape before her. In moments the old dwarf stood before her.
"Take it" he spoke into her mind. "Take the map. It's a way out...a way to me." The dwarf turned and looked toward an entrance. Eridani followed his gaze and then turned back to look at the dwarf.
"Who are you?" she asked the specter, but he simply looked back at her once more and vanished.
With a hmph, Eridani reached for the small piece of parchment and was surprised to see that there was more to it than a small corner as she had previously thought. It seemed the parchment was buried under the tiles of the floor. Kneeling on the ground, and ignoring the pain in her hands, she began to dig and in a few moments she had liberated a small scroll which she gingerly opened and studied.
Her jaw dropped open in shock.
She was staring at an ancient map of the inside of Moria! Her head snapped up and she looked around, frowning. What strange magic was this? Who was the strange dwarf who seemed to have so many answers? Her gaze returned to the map. She had long learned how to read maps, copying the ancient ones from the personal collection of Lord Elrond, who had taught her much. She was grateful for his tutelage in this art, realizing that she now had the knowledge too tool to escape Moria.
Shredded in parts, the fragile document was yellowed and dirty with age, but it was still readable. Unfortunately, she did not read Dwarvish, although after a few moments she was able to pinpoint the area where she had entered this vast realm. A few moments more and she knew that the chamber the old dwarf had pointed to was where she needed to go. She was about to find out if Haldir's theory of the lost Ring of Earth was real or not. She knew this detour may cost her some precious time, but it was time she had to sacrifice. For if what the map showed her was indeed true and Haldir's theory held, then there was still hope for Middle Earth.
She stood, rolled the document and tucked it into her legging's waistband. She sprinted toward the chamber, built into a recess in the wall.
Entering the chamber she realized it was a throne room, for there sat the throne of Moria, as she recalled reading of it. All around her debris, destruction and decay had taken theill oll of what she realized had most likely been a magnificent chamber.
In the center of the room stood a single cairn. On it there were runic lettering that, as Eridani studied them, she realized she could read with ease. Translating carefully, she repeated under her breath:
"Here be the resting place of Amarya. Disturb not the rest of the dead." It bore a name: Thorin Oakenshield.
Below that there was more. She translated outloud:
"One ring lost must now be found
deep within the ancient mound.
Four were made but only three given
in secret forged and in secret driven."
She held her breath. This was the same Oracle that Haldir had found in the Archives! Here was a verse from that same prophecy.
She stepped back away from the pile of stones and looked around her. Then she saw what her eyes did not show her before.
This was a Throne Room and a Tomb as well. Was this the Tomb of Thorin Oakenshield? The same Thorin who was believed buried with the Arkenstone, placed on his chest by Bilbo Baggins? Had the halfling known of the deception? Her mind reeled.
She needed to dig up that cairn and find the ring. She was certain now that the old dwarf had led her here for a purpose. Looking around she found several swords, and happily a few short knives which she pocketed for personal use. She walked back to the tomb and using a sword began to dig out the stones.
Time had weakened the structure for in a short while the stones fell to the side and she was staring down at a small stone coffin. She wondered how she'd open the lid. Well, she reasoned, there was no one here to help her and she always did boast of her prowess over other elf maidens. This was the time to find out if her boasts carried credibility.
Jumping down she crawled on the side of the coffin and using all her strength drove the point of the sword between the cracks of the opening. Cold metal clashed with stone and she gritted her teeth. After a few shoves the lid began to move and giving it one tremendous push, Eridani succeeded in opening the coffin.
A deep stench came from the remains and she turned her face, gagging. She asked pardon over the desecration and hoped the old dwarf would forgive her. Waiting for the scent to dissipate somewhat, she turned and looked.
The skeleton was partially intact in some places and turned to dust in others. If this was indeed the remains of Thorin Oakenshield, this tomb had lain undisturbed for at least 5,000 years.
She studied the body. It had been dressed in finest mithril and battle garments. This was the tomb of a King, she realized, as she caught sight of the wondrous crown at his side. Eridani became convinced this was definitely the tomb of Thorin. His axe and spear lay atop him and then she spied a ring. Placed inside his right hand, she caught a glint of metal.
Grimacing, Eridani reached for the bony hand and pried it open. There, resting quietly, glinted a wondrous ring with an even more wondrous jewel. Taking the ring from the hand of Thorin, she looked at his body once more and saluted him in the manner of the elves of old, as Haldir had saluted her once. Dipping her head low, she brought her hand to touch her forehead, her lips and her heart. Silently she thanked him and begged his forgiveness once more.
Sprightly jumping out of the grave, she held the ring in her hand and studied it.
Made of the finest gold band, she noticed the delicate curves and flowers etched on it. Inside, fine runic lettering that she could not decipher. The jewel was a deep green that reminded her of the forests of Thalion Tirion. She recognized the stone. It was a Calenbril, a stone highly priced by elves, men and dwarves and known for its deep rich green color and its abilities to cure against poisons, promote truth and rumored to have power over death.
Her breath caught in her throat at that last thought....power over death. No wonder the Dwarves had hidden it and Saruman and Sauron had both desired it! It was probably more powerful than the other three rings combined!
Holding the ring close to her, she determined she had spent enough time in the chamber, walked out the way she came and headed for the secret exit out of Moria...the one that would lead her straight to Avonea. As she ran she thought of Haldir, of Ormuil and all of Middle Earth.
Key:
Calenbril = Glittering (bril) and Green (calen) = Emerald *of my own making*
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