A Daughter of the King - Chapter Forty-Seven
On Midsummer's Day, the anniversary of Aragorn and Arwen's wedding was celebrated with much joy and happiness. There was a great feast and party with the people of Gondor while Eomer-king sent a gift of many fine horses sired by Shadowfax. The summer months passed easily and swiftly. Mandy practically lived in Ithilien with the other elves, loving to spend time with her friends and new friends she made. She and Eowyn rode many times, racing and enjoying each other's company. Then one day came a summons that would not be forgotten for a long while.
As Mandy was with Tethcelebel wandering in the forest, they suddenly heard a horseman approaching. Mandy glanced at him as he passed.
"It is an elf!" Mandy said in amazement. Tethcelebel looked at him and then her face went white. She looked like she was going to faint. "Are you alright, mellon?" Mandy grabbed her arm, keeping her in balance.
"Yes," Tethcelebel said distractedly, "that is a guard of the borders. I...I must go." So saying, she ran towards the palace.
Mandy followed slower, trying to sort out her thoughts. She vaguely remembered seeing him at Lorien, next to Celeborn. She shook her head, trying to remember.
"What is it?" Elwen said from atop some branches in a tree.
Mandy grinned up at her, "Still playing in trees, Elwen?" she laughed.
"Of course," Elwen rolled her eyes and dropped to the ground, "But what is wrong?"
"Tethcelebel," Mandy answered, "she seemed worried about something. A rider from Lorien just came."
"Well," Elwen said, "let's go find out."
"Aye," Mandy agreed. They walked swiftly towards the palace.
Tethcelebel stood in the throne-room, off to one side. She was talking with the rider.
"It is time?" Tethcelebel asked in Elvish.
"Aye," the messenger nodded, "she wants you to come now."
Tethcelebel turned away, her brow furrowed in puzzlement. She struggled to decide what to do. Just then Elwen and Mandy walked in.
"What is going on, Ada?" Mandy asked, looking from Tethcelebel's worried face to the messenger.
"Galadriel has summoned Tethcelebel," Aragorn answered softly, "She is leaving."
"What?" Mandy breathed in disbelief, "Leaving? Where?"
"She is going to sail to Valinor." Tethcelebel said emotionlessly.
"Ai," Elwen breathed out, going to comfort her cousin but her eyes shone with happiness. "Are you going with her, Cousin?" she asked for only Tethcelebel's ears.
"I don't know," Tethcelebel turned away, "I don't know!"
"I am going with you," Mandy suddenly said, shocking Aragorn and Tethcelebel.
"Why?" Tethcelebel asked.
"Because I feel like I have to," Mandy looked to her father, "Please, Ada."
"Alright," Aragorn agreed, his face careworn, "You will leave in the morning."
"If you please, Estel," Tethcelebel smiled at the Man that was several inches taller than her but was no older than an Elfling, "I would like to leave right away."
"Very well," Aragorn hugged her, "Namaarie, mellon."
"Namaarie Elessar," Tethcelebel returned the hug.
An hour later, Tethcelebel and Mandy were ready to ride back with the messenger. Tethcelebel said goodbye to Aragorn and to Arwen. She and Elwen disappeared for several minutes and no one knows what passed between the two cousins. Mandy waved goodbye. They rode hard for the rest of the day, taking barely any breaks. At the end of the day, they had reached Fanghorn forest. There they rested for a few hours. Then they started again, riding hard. As they approached Lorien, Mandy noticed that it was different somehow...less vibrant than it usually was.
"Welcome, Aarien," Galadriel's voice came to her.
They entered Caras Galadhron which was surprisingly silent. They came to the largest Mallorn tree where Galadriel and Celeborn were waiting with many of their people.
"Grandmother!" Tethcelebel leaped off of Fuuine-suule and ran to her. She was enveloped in Galadriel's arms as she wept.
"Sh..." Galadriel comforted her.
"Lord Celeborn," Mandy dismounted Ilma and waited respectfully.
"Greetings Aarien," Celeborn smiled sadly at her, eyes full of pain as he glanced at his wife and granddaughter, "You will ride with the Lady Galadriel to the Grey Havens."
"To the Grey Havens?" Mandy gasped.
"Why are you leaving, Grandmother?" Tethcelebel said softly. They were walking among the trees of Lorien for the last time together.
"It is my time, Tethcelebel," Galadriel paused at one of the trees and sat down, "the time of the Rings is over. I have been pardoned, and I can rest in Valinor at last."
"I am pardoned as well then...but now I cannot go." Tethcelebel's voice cracked with unshed tears, "I want to come with you. I have no rest here!"
"It is not your time," Galadriel smiled, "you have to stay here a little longer: to finish your part."
"I have no part!" Tethcelebel said vehemently, turning away.
"That is not so!" Galadriel stood and cupped her face, "you have yet a part to play. It is with Legolas, Elwen, and Elessar, but I know not what. Be at peace, Granddaughter. And stay a while longer. Soon we will be in Valinor together."
"I will stay," Tethcelebel murmured longingly, "if only to be with my friends and cousins a little longer. Arwen--she must know how this feels. But now she will never go. I wonder if..."
"Hen caristo menel, (she has made her choice)" Galadriel said almost sternly, "ú-na niniel an menech.(do not be sorry for yours)"
"Im melich, Hiril, (I love you Grandmother)" Tethcelebel whispered, hugging her.
"And I you," Galadriel smiled, kissing her brow.
"You are not coming?" Mandy said in shock.
"I will not ride to the Grey Havens until it is my turn to sail," Tethcelebel vowed.
"Namaarie," Mandy called out as she followed Galadriel and the other High Elves who were sailing. She peered back to see Tethcelebel standing, dressed in a silver star-like dress and dark green cloak, her feet bare. Her long, blond hair was pulled back with a circlet of silver leaves: her pendent hanging from a silver chain. Celeborn's arm was around her shoulders, and the wind rustled through the trees, causing Tethcelebel's hair to brush against her face. Mandy gasped, doing a double-take. She looked exactly like Galadriel. Mandy never forgot how Tethcelebel looked at that time, so old and yet so young, so very sad but also very happy: her eyes full of the wisdom of unseen ages.
"Namaarie!" Tethcelebel called out, her hand raised in farewell, "Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar! Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar! Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!"* She murmured the last part softly, her eyes gazing after them longingly.
After going over the Mountains again, they stopped for a day in Rivendell. There Elrond took leave of the last of the Homely Houses. He rode forth dressed in a dark red tunic and cloak. With them rode Bilbo who gave Mandy a warm greeting. He would chatter on about the Shire and how he passed the Old Took in age, but then he seemed to fall asleep on the pony, his head nodding. Mandy rode along, mostly in silence unless to join in a song or to answer a question of Bilbo's. She was thoughtful in the midst of the Elves, sad that they were leaving. She couldn't help feeling that a great power was departing Middle-earth, never to return.
On September twenty-third, they found Frodo and Sam waiting for them. Mandy was near the back, so she couldn't hear the words that Galadriel said to them. Mandy was shocked at how weary and old Frodo looked. He looked as if he had never healed of his wounds.
"I wish I had the gift of healing," she thought as she looked at him.
"Do not begrudge the gifts I have given you," a still soft voice whispered to her, "they are what you need. Not what you wanted."
"I'm sorry, Lord," Mandy said softly.
Suddenly Sam caught sight of her. "Lady Aarien!" he shouted out, "Don't tell me you're leaving too!!"
Mandy laughed out loud at the sorrowful look in his eyes, "No Sam," Mandy drew her horse up along side his, "I am not leaving yet." Her eyes gazed at Frodo unblinkingly. He looked back at her. "Mae govennin," Mandy smiled at him.
"Mae govennin," Frodo said softly, "you are not coming?"
"It is not my time, Frodo son of Drogo," Mandy shook her head, "I have things I have yet to do." she saw his downcast look, "Do not worry. You will have many friends there."
"I know," Frodo smiled sadly, "I will miss the Shire though."
"As will I," Mandy murmured too soft for him to hear her.
this chapter is a bit shorter (sorry) and it's going to get sad i think you all can guess why hope you enjoyed it though!
Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valamar! Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell! (FOTR)