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The Little Mermaid
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,266
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
A/N: the convo between Gelir and Galadriel may be a bit hard to understand ( i hope it isn't) but that's the wy it's meant to be ;-)
Vedui: Greetings
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Gelir set off back into the sea far from the river. Merry was the only image in her thoughts, though she missed her Father and Sisters terribly she had to be with him. She pondered why her Father had lied to her and her sisters about Middle-earth, what was so bad about this place that he left and dismissed it’s entire existence.
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Soon she came to a magnificent river, its waters were clear as glass and the world above was golden and bright. Beautiful as it was when Gelir rose to the surface she felt a great chill, as if the beauty of this place was disguising something dreadful.
The mermaid spun round in the cold water to observe more of her glorious surroundings, but she sensed she was not alone.
When she turned again an elegant Lady was sat up straight by the riverbank. She was clad in white and her skin was pale set with long flowing golden hair. Gelir thought she must be an Elf, or something of a higher being.
‘Vedui Princess Gelir, daughter of King Naman of the Great Seas’ the Lady said.
‘How do you know my name’?
‘Your Mother was a great Elf, I’m sure she told you many stories, but it seems she has told you nothing of the Lady Of Light.’
‘Is that who you are’?
‘I am The Lady Galadriel, and you drift to my home of Caras Galadhon, the heart of Lothlorien and the Elven realm’
‘You said my Mother was an Elf’
‘Such secrets yet to be told my dear. Come closer’
Gelir swam up to the bank and placed her elbows upon its grass. Galadriel bent down and stroked her cheek.
‘You have the beauty and wisdom of your Mother Princess, you are not like the rest of your kind’
‘I wanted to see this place for myself’
There was a minute of silence.
‘My Lady, can you help me, please’
‘I know what your heart desires, though it would shame people to believe that you were not wanton to your own kind’
‘My own kind’
Gelir was confused, the Lady Galadriel sounded a lot like her Mother, but she was different, her speech was hard to understand.
‘Your heart belongs to a creature of more rural habitat young Princess. You desire a Hobbit, or Halfling as those with limited knowledge would call them’
‘What is a Hobbit’?
‘Simple folk my dear. Their pleasures are simple and their lives are joyous and merry’
‘Merry’
‘The familiar sound and name I perceive. The one you speak of is Meriadoc Brandybuck. I know him of old.’
Gelir’s eyes widened, maybe the Lady could help her, change her into a hobbit, even if she could just tell her about Meriadoc Brandybuck, it would be something.
‘Please, my Lady Galadriel, please can you help me’
‘Sweet child, darkness is over our world, though you do not see it. Lothlorien was once a place of light and grace’
‘Forgive me my Lady but it still looks that magnificent to me’
‘Looks can be deceiving child. Not all is, as it seems. My homeland and indeed my heart is plagued with evil. You take any help I may give you at great risk to yourself, for evil works in mysterious ways and magics of the elder days are thwart with sacrifice and pain.’
‘I don’t care, please help me, I want to be with him’
‘Very well.’
Galadriel got up and walked over to a clear spring that was flowing close to the bank. She filled a large goblet with the water and held it in the palm of both hands.
When she reached the bank she sat down again and took the goblet in one hand. She then moved her other hand over the goblet and the water turned blood red.
‘What is that’?
‘This is a long forgotten magic child, known to few, it shall give you but a taste of what your heart desires’
‘I don’t understand’
‘It shall give you some chance, you can only win the heart of you’re the one you love by yourself, there is no magic for that. But this will give you suitable means to do so. But it comes at a price.
‘A price’
‘You are not willing’
Gelir stared at the red liquid and then thought of Merry.
‘I am willing’
‘Very well, this magic shall transform you into a Hobbit and for it you must give me your voice’
‘My voice’
‘Yes, your Mothers voice was the most divine thing among all the creatures of Middle-earth, you carry this gift that my heart greatly desires’
‘But how shall I speak to Merry without my voice’
‘Such beauty rests upon your face, you need not a voice, your eyes shall show him your heart, and if they don’t, then the morning after his marriage to another you shall turn to foam upon the great waters of your homeland’
‘What’
‘I told you my dear, the hearts desire shall always come with a terrible price, but your chance for happiness I know is the greater weight upon your heart’
‘You told me that my voice is your hearts desire, what sacrifice are you making’
‘Robbing a young child of a valuable gift from the creators of life, a gift directly form that which you hold dear. Your Mother. That pains me greatly, but it is so desired.’
‘Very well you may have my voice’
‘You love him enough to lose everything you have, everything you hold dear’
‘Yes’
‘So be it. Sing for me and give the pleasure of hearing the sweet sound from your own lips’
For this occasion Gelir sang the same song she’d sang for Merry the night before, as she was doing so Galadriel chanted in an echoing whisper. When she had finished the song, she found that her voice was gone. Galadriel handed Gelir the cup which she held to her lips and drank the red water.
‘Now make haste young mermaid, you must reach your destination by dusk, for you will not have the strength to swim once you are changed.’
She handed Galadriel the cup and went to swim off.
‘Also know that every step you take shall feel like a knife piercing your flesh’
Gelir turned to her and gave her a pleading look with her eyes. Galadriel could read what it meant.
‘If you win his heart you shall remain human, the day after your wedding bid him come with you here to Lothlorien and all shall be restored. But beware child, your innocence is a virtuous thing, if you allow him to take it out of love you shall certainly be doomed’
These words sent a deadly chill through Gelir’s body; she turned away from the Lady and swam as fast as she could.
Late that night she reached the borders of Buckland. Pain was swimming through her veins. She struggled up onto the bank, it was the first time her tail had been exposed to the soft grass, but though it was soft it burnt like fire against her scales.
White-hot agony ensued through her fins traveling upwards; eventually Gelir fell into a deep dark world.
Vedui: Greetings
********************
Gelir set off back into the sea far from the river. Merry was the only image in her thoughts, though she missed her Father and Sisters terribly she had to be with him. She pondered why her Father had lied to her and her sisters about Middle-earth, what was so bad about this place that he left and dismissed it’s entire existence.
********************
Soon she came to a magnificent river, its waters were clear as glass and the world above was golden and bright. Beautiful as it was when Gelir rose to the surface she felt a great chill, as if the beauty of this place was disguising something dreadful.
The mermaid spun round in the cold water to observe more of her glorious surroundings, but she sensed she was not alone.
When she turned again an elegant Lady was sat up straight by the riverbank. She was clad in white and her skin was pale set with long flowing golden hair. Gelir thought she must be an Elf, or something of a higher being.
‘Vedui Princess Gelir, daughter of King Naman of the Great Seas’ the Lady said.
‘How do you know my name’?
‘Your Mother was a great Elf, I’m sure she told you many stories, but it seems she has told you nothing of the Lady Of Light.’
‘Is that who you are’?
‘I am The Lady Galadriel, and you drift to my home of Caras Galadhon, the heart of Lothlorien and the Elven realm’
‘You said my Mother was an Elf’
‘Such secrets yet to be told my dear. Come closer’
Gelir swam up to the bank and placed her elbows upon its grass. Galadriel bent down and stroked her cheek.
‘You have the beauty and wisdom of your Mother Princess, you are not like the rest of your kind’
‘I wanted to see this place for myself’
There was a minute of silence.
‘My Lady, can you help me, please’
‘I know what your heart desires, though it would shame people to believe that you were not wanton to your own kind’
‘My own kind’
Gelir was confused, the Lady Galadriel sounded a lot like her Mother, but she was different, her speech was hard to understand.
‘Your heart belongs to a creature of more rural habitat young Princess. You desire a Hobbit, or Halfling as those with limited knowledge would call them’
‘What is a Hobbit’?
‘Simple folk my dear. Their pleasures are simple and their lives are joyous and merry’
‘Merry’
‘The familiar sound and name I perceive. The one you speak of is Meriadoc Brandybuck. I know him of old.’
Gelir’s eyes widened, maybe the Lady could help her, change her into a hobbit, even if she could just tell her about Meriadoc Brandybuck, it would be something.
‘Please, my Lady Galadriel, please can you help me’
‘Sweet child, darkness is over our world, though you do not see it. Lothlorien was once a place of light and grace’
‘Forgive me my Lady but it still looks that magnificent to me’
‘Looks can be deceiving child. Not all is, as it seems. My homeland and indeed my heart is plagued with evil. You take any help I may give you at great risk to yourself, for evil works in mysterious ways and magics of the elder days are thwart with sacrifice and pain.’
‘I don’t care, please help me, I want to be with him’
‘Very well.’
Galadriel got up and walked over to a clear spring that was flowing close to the bank. She filled a large goblet with the water and held it in the palm of both hands.
When she reached the bank she sat down again and took the goblet in one hand. She then moved her other hand over the goblet and the water turned blood red.
‘What is that’?
‘This is a long forgotten magic child, known to few, it shall give you but a taste of what your heart desires’
‘I don’t understand’
‘It shall give you some chance, you can only win the heart of you’re the one you love by yourself, there is no magic for that. But this will give you suitable means to do so. But it comes at a price.
‘A price’
‘You are not willing’
Gelir stared at the red liquid and then thought of Merry.
‘I am willing’
‘Very well, this magic shall transform you into a Hobbit and for it you must give me your voice’
‘My voice’
‘Yes, your Mothers voice was the most divine thing among all the creatures of Middle-earth, you carry this gift that my heart greatly desires’
‘But how shall I speak to Merry without my voice’
‘Such beauty rests upon your face, you need not a voice, your eyes shall show him your heart, and if they don’t, then the morning after his marriage to another you shall turn to foam upon the great waters of your homeland’
‘What’
‘I told you my dear, the hearts desire shall always come with a terrible price, but your chance for happiness I know is the greater weight upon your heart’
‘You told me that my voice is your hearts desire, what sacrifice are you making’
‘Robbing a young child of a valuable gift from the creators of life, a gift directly form that which you hold dear. Your Mother. That pains me greatly, but it is so desired.’
‘Very well you may have my voice’
‘You love him enough to lose everything you have, everything you hold dear’
‘Yes’
‘So be it. Sing for me and give the pleasure of hearing the sweet sound from your own lips’
For this occasion Gelir sang the same song she’d sang for Merry the night before, as she was doing so Galadriel chanted in an echoing whisper. When she had finished the song, she found that her voice was gone. Galadriel handed Gelir the cup which she held to her lips and drank the red water.
‘Now make haste young mermaid, you must reach your destination by dusk, for you will not have the strength to swim once you are changed.’
She handed Galadriel the cup and went to swim off.
‘Also know that every step you take shall feel like a knife piercing your flesh’
Gelir turned to her and gave her a pleading look with her eyes. Galadriel could read what it meant.
‘If you win his heart you shall remain human, the day after your wedding bid him come with you here to Lothlorien and all shall be restored. But beware child, your innocence is a virtuous thing, if you allow him to take it out of love you shall certainly be doomed’
These words sent a deadly chill through Gelir’s body; she turned away from the Lady and swam as fast as she could.
Late that night she reached the borders of Buckland. Pain was swimming through her veins. She struggled up onto the bank, it was the first time her tail had been exposed to the soft grass, but though it was soft it burnt like fire against her scales.
White-hot agony ensued through her fins traveling upwards; eventually Gelir fell into a deep dark world.