Nianna's Journey
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
2,366
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 4: Introductions
Chapter 4: Introductions
“I’m Nianna from Mirkwood, and may I ask who you four are?”
“I’m Peregrin Took, but you may call me Pippin,” one of the hobbits immediately replied while standing as tall as his stature allowed. His smile was infectious and was quickly returned by Nianna.
Another hobbit stood next to him and quickly copied his friend’s posture, even pushing Pippin slightly aside. “I’m Meriadoc Brandybuck, but you may call me Merry.”
Nianna immediately recognized these two as great friends and that they most likely caused mischief wherever they went, whether they intended it or not. She continued to smile at the two while mentally noting to keep a close eye on the pair.
Her gaze fell on the last of the quartet who seemed much more reluctant to give their names, especially the larger of all the hobbits. After getting over his initial amazement of her race, he continued to give her looks of mistrust.
“Who is Mithrandir?”
She was puzzled, why would Mithrandir send her to two (now four) hobbits that didn’t even know who he was. Surely, with his many visits to the hobbit’s land, which she remembered vaguely as being called the Shire, these four should know who Mithrandir was. It soon occurred to her that Mithrandir must be known by a different name to these hobbits.
“I apologize. I am unfamiliar of any other name in which he may be called. I received a message from him, informing me that two hobbits were traveling to Bree, more specifically to the Prancing Pony Inn,” she said. She watched for any hint that these were the hobbits she had been searching for.
Could it be possible that she had the wrong hobbits? They were rare, outside of their land, but she guessed it wasn’t totally unbelievable that two other hobbits were traveling with the One Ring. But then why would one of the nine attack these four if one of them didn’t possess the ring. She didn’t want to bring the rings existence into the conversation quite yet; at least not until she was sure that she had the correct hobbits, no matter how many there .
.
One of the hobbits, Merry she believed, suddenly got a look of enlightenment on his face and replied, “Do you mean Gandalf? Tall, gray robes, long beard, pointy hat?”
The large unnamed hobbit quickly shushed him and Merry looked indignant for a moment.
The pointy hat comment was what convinced her that they were indeed speaking of the same person. “Yes, Gandalf. He sent me to you to help you reach the Prancing Pony in Bree.”
“And why should we believe you?” said the smaller unnamed hobbit.
She tilted her head to the side and stared at the hobbit, “Why not? I’ve done nothing to harm any of you.”
This seemed to puzzle the suspicious duo. They quickly gathered Merry and Pippin to huddled as far as possible from the elf. The hobbits didn’t realize that with Nianna’s enhanced elven hearing and the lack of space on the raft, she could hear everything they whispered. Most of the discussion revolved on whether or not to trust this “she-elf”. She pretended to ignore them and reached forward to sooth FirGael. He was not pleased with this new mode of transportatiod std stirred restlessly as the raft continued its journey down river.
The smallest hobbit, who still remained unnamed, seemed to begin to trust her when Merry and Pippin brought up the fact that this she-elf saved his life. The other larger hobbit thought it might be a trick in making them feel safe until she killed them all. But once the smaller of two talked to him, and calmed his fears, he seemed to relent.
The huddle disbanded, and her former passenger looked up at her and introduced himself. “I’m Frodo Baggins and this is Samwise Gamgee,” he motioned toward the larger of the hobbits.
“Wonderful, it’s very nice to meet all of you. I’ve never seen a hobbit before but Gandalf has told me many stories about your kind.” She smiled, “And just to be sure that I have the correct group of hobbits, one of you is carrying the object that Gandalf has placed in your care?”
She still wanted to be absolutely sure that she had found the correct hobbits without revealing the exact nature of this object. If she wasn’t able to determine that she had the correct group, she may have to be more specific. Or worse, if there were two other hobbits traveling with the One Ring, she would have to leave this newly formed “alliance” and continue her search.
Frodo reached his hand toward his chest and grasped the material that covered the ring. Nianna noticed the action and concentrated her energies to that spot. There was a presence there, not belonging to the hobbit. It had been masked by the Ring Wraiths evil presence. Now that she focused on it, she was able to identify it as the ring, despite never having seen or felt it before. It also seemed that this little hobbit masked the ring’s power with his own essence, hiding its power behind a surprisingly strong will and character.
Nianna returned her gaze to Frodo eyes, “Don’t worry little one, I will help get you and your cargo to Bree. And with fortune’s good luck, we will not encounter the wraiths again.”
“Well, if we continue down this river, we should arrive at Bree by dawn.” Merry spoke up, helpfully.
F
FirGael shifted his weight and shook his head, protesting at the thought of being on the raft for such a long period. As if to answer back, the wood under his hooves also protested the weight of so many passengers.
Nianna reached forward again and caressed her horse’s neck, attempting to calm FirGael. “Unfortunately, neither FirGael nor this raft will be able to withstand each other if we continue on this course. We will dock the raft in about 4 or 5 miles and continue our journey on foot.”
“But…but what about those things?” stuttered Pippin.
“Don’t worry too much, Pippin. The nearest river crossing was about 50 miles upstream. With our added mileage, courtesy of this swift river, I would say that they should be more than one day behind us.” Nianna estimated.
“That doesn’t give us much time, especially since we will be on foot.” Samwise said, looking nervously to the banks of the river.
“We won’t be taking the main roads. We will stay with the forest trails and there will be few stopsng tng the way. We should still be able to stay ahead of them until we reach Bree.” She too, looked at the dark banks, planning ahead for their journey.
“And once we get there….?” Frodo asked.
Nianna glanced down at the smallest of the four and smiled, “There will be someone there who will aid us as we travel to Rivendell.”
Sam excitedly said, “Did you hear that?” he looked at his friends, “Rivendell! We’re going to see the Elves!”
The four smiled up at her as they realized where their final destination was to be. As she smiled back, she echoed the same thoughts that were passing through the hobbits minds, despite their excitement. All they had to do is survive the two days journey to Bree.
“I’m Nianna from Mirkwood, and may I ask who you four are?”
“I’m Peregrin Took, but you may call me Pippin,” one of the hobbits immediately replied while standing as tall as his stature allowed. His smile was infectious and was quickly returned by Nianna.
Another hobbit stood next to him and quickly copied his friend’s posture, even pushing Pippin slightly aside. “I’m Meriadoc Brandybuck, but you may call me Merry.”
Nianna immediately recognized these two as great friends and that they most likely caused mischief wherever they went, whether they intended it or not. She continued to smile at the two while mentally noting to keep a close eye on the pair.
Her gaze fell on the last of the quartet who seemed much more reluctant to give their names, especially the larger of all the hobbits. After getting over his initial amazement of her race, he continued to give her looks of mistrust.
“Who is Mithrandir?”
She was puzzled, why would Mithrandir send her to two (now four) hobbits that didn’t even know who he was. Surely, with his many visits to the hobbit’s land, which she remembered vaguely as being called the Shire, these four should know who Mithrandir was. It soon occurred to her that Mithrandir must be known by a different name to these hobbits.
“I apologize. I am unfamiliar of any other name in which he may be called. I received a message from him, informing me that two hobbits were traveling to Bree, more specifically to the Prancing Pony Inn,” she said. She watched for any hint that these were the hobbits she had been searching for.
Could it be possible that she had the wrong hobbits? They were rare, outside of their land, but she guessed it wasn’t totally unbelievable that two other hobbits were traveling with the One Ring. But then why would one of the nine attack these four if one of them didn’t possess the ring. She didn’t want to bring the rings existence into the conversation quite yet; at least not until she was sure that she had the correct hobbits, no matter how many there .
.
One of the hobbits, Merry she believed, suddenly got a look of enlightenment on his face and replied, “Do you mean Gandalf? Tall, gray robes, long beard, pointy hat?”
The large unnamed hobbit quickly shushed him and Merry looked indignant for a moment.
The pointy hat comment was what convinced her that they were indeed speaking of the same person. “Yes, Gandalf. He sent me to you to help you reach the Prancing Pony in Bree.”
“And why should we believe you?” said the smaller unnamed hobbit.
She tilted her head to the side and stared at the hobbit, “Why not? I’ve done nothing to harm any of you.”
This seemed to puzzle the suspicious duo. They quickly gathered Merry and Pippin to huddled as far as possible from the elf. The hobbits didn’t realize that with Nianna’s enhanced elven hearing and the lack of space on the raft, she could hear everything they whispered. Most of the discussion revolved on whether or not to trust this “she-elf”. She pretended to ignore them and reached forward to sooth FirGael. He was not pleased with this new mode of transportatiod std stirred restlessly as the raft continued its journey down river.
The smallest hobbit, who still remained unnamed, seemed to begin to trust her when Merry and Pippin brought up the fact that this she-elf saved his life. The other larger hobbit thought it might be a trick in making them feel safe until she killed them all. But once the smaller of two talked to him, and calmed his fears, he seemed to relent.
The huddle disbanded, and her former passenger looked up at her and introduced himself. “I’m Frodo Baggins and this is Samwise Gamgee,” he motioned toward the larger of the hobbits.
“Wonderful, it’s very nice to meet all of you. I’ve never seen a hobbit before but Gandalf has told me many stories about your kind.” She smiled, “And just to be sure that I have the correct group of hobbits, one of you is carrying the object that Gandalf has placed in your care?”
She still wanted to be absolutely sure that she had found the correct hobbits without revealing the exact nature of this object. If she wasn’t able to determine that she had the correct group, she may have to be more specific. Or worse, if there were two other hobbits traveling with the One Ring, she would have to leave this newly formed “alliance” and continue her search.
Frodo reached his hand toward his chest and grasped the material that covered the ring. Nianna noticed the action and concentrated her energies to that spot. There was a presence there, not belonging to the hobbit. It had been masked by the Ring Wraiths evil presence. Now that she focused on it, she was able to identify it as the ring, despite never having seen or felt it before. It also seemed that this little hobbit masked the ring’s power with his own essence, hiding its power behind a surprisingly strong will and character.
Nianna returned her gaze to Frodo eyes, “Don’t worry little one, I will help get you and your cargo to Bree. And with fortune’s good luck, we will not encounter the wraiths again.”
“Well, if we continue down this river, we should arrive at Bree by dawn.” Merry spoke up, helpfully.
F
FirGael shifted his weight and shook his head, protesting at the thought of being on the raft for such a long period. As if to answer back, the wood under his hooves also protested the weight of so many passengers.
Nianna reached forward again and caressed her horse’s neck, attempting to calm FirGael. “Unfortunately, neither FirGael nor this raft will be able to withstand each other if we continue on this course. We will dock the raft in about 4 or 5 miles and continue our journey on foot.”
“But…but what about those things?” stuttered Pippin.
“Don’t worry too much, Pippin. The nearest river crossing was about 50 miles upstream. With our added mileage, courtesy of this swift river, I would say that they should be more than one day behind us.” Nianna estimated.
“That doesn’t give us much time, especially since we will be on foot.” Samwise said, looking nervously to the banks of the river.
“We won’t be taking the main roads. We will stay with the forest trails and there will be few stopsng tng the way. We should still be able to stay ahead of them until we reach Bree.” She too, looked at the dark banks, planning ahead for their journey.
“And once we get there….?” Frodo asked.
Nianna glanced down at the smallest of the four and smiled, “There will be someone there who will aid us as we travel to Rivendell.”
Sam excitedly said, “Did you hear that?” he looked at his friends, “Rivendell! We’re going to see the Elves!”
The four smiled up at her as they realized where their final destination was to be. As she smiled back, she echoed the same thoughts that were passing through the hobbits minds, despite their excitement. All they had to do is survive the two days journey to Bree.