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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
990
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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
Chapter 3
He opened the book, History of Middle-Earth, to the page he had marked. He traced over the names from the genealogy with his index finger until it landed on a familiar name--Olora. A smile spread across his handsome face. He had learned about Olora’s genealogy through his closest companion, Gandalf.
Gandalf came to him in the fall of last year, heavy in spirit. Never before had Gandalf appeared sad in his presence until now. "Why are you so sad, my friend?" He asked, concern etched across his face. "You look as if you are deeply troubled." The Elf placed his hand on Gandalf’s shoulder.
He turned and looked at his Elf-friend, who was more like a son to him. They took many counsels together after the death of his father. "Why shouldn’t I be sad? For I have made a grave error," Gandalf replied, sadness flickered in his blue eyes.
"Tell me, my friend, how can I help?" They walked farther into the garden and sat on a stone bench.
A rustle of leaves, and a soft wind swept the wizard’s silver hair. He sighed. "There is nothing that you can do," Gandalf said wearily. The Elf looked at him warily, noticing that the wizard looked haggard.
Gandalf told him of the tale that started twenty-two years ago in Bree. While there he met a beautiful lady of South Harad, her name was Calena. She had dark honey skin, brown eyes, and long, wavy hair that shone black as night.
The Haradrim were the proud and warlike people of the Harad, and ancient enemies of Gondor; they allied with Sauron during the War of the Ring. They were not destroyed in the war, but, after their master’s fall, they rapidly diminished and were absorbed into the native peoples of Middle-earth.
This merging did not, however, allow for the Haradrim to forget their heritage, and, as a result, their hatred of Gondor and its allies only increased throughout the Third Age. As their power, strength, and numbers grew, the people of the Harad made known their rebellion of the Ban of the Valar.
After centuries of war between Harad and Gondor, negotiations of a peace treaty with Gondor were to be made. During that time Calena’s father, Tibryn, who was the Chief Advisor of Harad, heard the call of the Valar, beckoning him to return to the light. He answered the call, sending his daughter to another realm for safety. It was in this realm, the land of Gondor, where Calena first met the wizard, Gandalf.
"It was her dazzling smile and innocence that stole my heart," Gandalf said with a wistful smile. "She was so beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. I took unto myself something that was forbidden." As he spoke, his companion made note of the intense sorrow that seemed to pour from his eyes and into his words.
"Did you love her?" the Elf asked, not waiting for a reply he continued, "If you loved her then you should not have regrets."
"Gandalf looked at him in surprise. "No, Master Elf, I have no regrets. I just wish the circumstances were different," he sighed.
Gandalf then told him of their last night together. He had left Gondor soon after and returned two years later, only to find out that Calena bore a child–his child, and she moved away to settle in Bree. He kept in contact with Barliman, concerning Calena and his child’s well-being. The last he had heard from Barliman about his daughter was that she was in Rivendell, recovering from an ailment that was inflicted upon her from heartbreak.
"I only wish the best for my daughter," Gandalf said. "No longer will I have her spirits broken by any man or Elf with malicious intentions toward her."
The Elf said nothing further, but studied Gandalf with a calm gaze. However, he had immediately known the child Gandalf spoke about. It all added up: Olora at the Prancing Pony upon his first arrival in Bree, the story of her homeland that was passed on to her by her mother, and growing up without her father; she did not know of him because her mother would never speak of him.
Finally the Elf raised an elegant brow and said, "Feel free to always confide in me for you have a friend indeed." He clasped the wizard on the back. "Perhaps one day I can meet your daughter." In the meantime, he thought to take a trip to Rivendell, but first, he needed to stop in Bree to get more information about the ferial.
Gandalf nodded absently, gazing into the distance. He would need to meet his daughter soon.
TBC...
He opened the book, History of Middle-Earth, to the page he had marked. He traced over the names from the genealogy with his index finger until it landed on a familiar name--Olora. A smile spread across his handsome face. He had learned about Olora’s genealogy through his closest companion, Gandalf.
Gandalf came to him in the fall of last year, heavy in spirit. Never before had Gandalf appeared sad in his presence until now. "Why are you so sad, my friend?" He asked, concern etched across his face. "You look as if you are deeply troubled." The Elf placed his hand on Gandalf’s shoulder.
He turned and looked at his Elf-friend, who was more like a son to him. They took many counsels together after the death of his father. "Why shouldn’t I be sad? For I have made a grave error," Gandalf replied, sadness flickered in his blue eyes.
"Tell me, my friend, how can I help?" They walked farther into the garden and sat on a stone bench.
A rustle of leaves, and a soft wind swept the wizard’s silver hair. He sighed. "There is nothing that you can do," Gandalf said wearily. The Elf looked at him warily, noticing that the wizard looked haggard.
Gandalf told him of the tale that started twenty-two years ago in Bree. While there he met a beautiful lady of South Harad, her name was Calena. She had dark honey skin, brown eyes, and long, wavy hair that shone black as night.
The Haradrim were the proud and warlike people of the Harad, and ancient enemies of Gondor; they allied with Sauron during the War of the Ring. They were not destroyed in the war, but, after their master’s fall, they rapidly diminished and were absorbed into the native peoples of Middle-earth.
This merging did not, however, allow for the Haradrim to forget their heritage, and, as a result, their hatred of Gondor and its allies only increased throughout the Third Age. As their power, strength, and numbers grew, the people of the Harad made known their rebellion of the Ban of the Valar.
After centuries of war between Harad and Gondor, negotiations of a peace treaty with Gondor were to be made. During that time Calena’s father, Tibryn, who was the Chief Advisor of Harad, heard the call of the Valar, beckoning him to return to the light. He answered the call, sending his daughter to another realm for safety. It was in this realm, the land of Gondor, where Calena first met the wizard, Gandalf.
"It was her dazzling smile and innocence that stole my heart," Gandalf said with a wistful smile. "She was so beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. I took unto myself something that was forbidden." As he spoke, his companion made note of the intense sorrow that seemed to pour from his eyes and into his words.
"Did you love her?" the Elf asked, not waiting for a reply he continued, "If you loved her then you should not have regrets."
"Gandalf looked at him in surprise. "No, Master Elf, I have no regrets. I just wish the circumstances were different," he sighed.
Gandalf then told him of their last night together. He had left Gondor soon after and returned two years later, only to find out that Calena bore a child–his child, and she moved away to settle in Bree. He kept in contact with Barliman, concerning Calena and his child’s well-being. The last he had heard from Barliman about his daughter was that she was in Rivendell, recovering from an ailment that was inflicted upon her from heartbreak.
"I only wish the best for my daughter," Gandalf said. "No longer will I have her spirits broken by any man or Elf with malicious intentions toward her."
The Elf said nothing further, but studied Gandalf with a calm gaze. However, he had immediately known the child Gandalf spoke about. It all added up: Olora at the Prancing Pony upon his first arrival in Bree, the story of her homeland that was passed on to her by her mother, and growing up without her father; she did not know of him because her mother would never speak of him.
Finally the Elf raised an elegant brow and said, "Feel free to always confide in me for you have a friend indeed." He clasped the wizard on the back. "Perhaps one day I can meet your daughter." In the meantime, he thought to take a trip to Rivendell, but first, he needed to stop in Bree to get more information about the ferial.
Gandalf nodded absently, gazing into the distance. He would need to meet his daughter soon.
TBC...