The Elf From America - Part Three
The hobbits and Elenya spent the night with Tom Bombadil and Goldberry. Emilie knew the Ring had no power over Tom Bombadil or he over it. She felt amazingly comfortable with him and dreaded leaving. Especially considering that she knew what was about to happen on the next episode of their journey. The hobbits all slept together in the same room, but the elf preferred to have her own room and her own privacy.
The next morning, they arose and said goodbye to Tom. The hobbits were all sad to leave him and Goldberry. After they had departed, Frodo remembered something. They had forgotten to say farwell to Goldberry! Frodo was so upset with himself that he decided to turn back, but there on the hill she stood. They bowed to her including Elenya. She spoke to them gently.
"Speed now, fair guests! And hold to your purpose! North with the wind in the left eye and a blessing on your footsteps! Make haste while the sun shines! Farewell elf and elf-friend, it was a merry meeting!"
They continued on their way much to Frodo's dismay at leaving Goldberry and Tom. Elenya did not wish to leave either for she knew what was to take place.
They began their journey into the Misty Mountains. There going was very slow because fog and mist had enveloped them. They walked very slowly to avoid getting separated. They were on the Barrow Downs. Darkness began to appear through the mist.
"Follow me!" Frodo said, but the darkness began to grow darker.
Elenya became separated from Frodo. She cried out each of the hobbits names as well for light. But none came. She stood listening and trembling to herself. Though she was an elf in body and could sense the foul presence amidst her, she did not know how to conquer the power for she was an American girl at heart. Voices came calling her telling her to go every which way. She tried to block them out and ignore them, but to no avail.
"NO!!" she finally screamed out in torment of the voices in the fog.
A dark figure appeared in front of her. It towered over her. She reached for the small dagger she had hidden away in her silver cloak, but the figure leaned over her inching closer and closer toward her face. The dagger fell from her hand as she stood in shock terrified at the creature. The figure gripped her with a hand as cold as ice. The last thing she remembered was the silver dress falling off the curve of her arm. Then Elenya's mind went black.
When she came to, Elenya found herself in the dark cave of a barrow wight. The moment had come. She was clothed in a clear white, which she hated for it showed the outline of her breasts. She felt bare underneath. Her silver dress was nowhere to be seen. She feared that she was already under the spells of the barrow wights. Sam, Merry, and Pippin lay nearby in the same appearance but there faces appeared a deathly pale. Many treasures lay about them. There heads bore circlets of gold, and chains were around there waists as well as Elenya's. Across their necks lay a long naked sword. Elenya removed the sword instantly from her neck. She hated being clothed in this foul rag.
Suddenly, out of the darkness a song was heard. It was from the Barrow Wights. Elenya hated it. She saw Frodo sitting up nearby. She looked at him terrified.
"Cold be hand and heart and bone," the voices spoke,
"and cold be sleep under stone:
never more to wake on stony bed
never, toll the Sun fails and the Moon is dead
In the black wind the stars shall die."
That was the part Elenya couldn't take. She fell to her knees and began to weep. The Elves loved starlight best of all things. She begged for the voice to stop but it didn't.
"And still on gold here let them lie
till the dark lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land."
A dark figure began to approach the elf. She couldn't bear to think about what was to happen. The figure reached an arm toward her, but it was suddenly cut off by Frodo. She saw him look down at her as the creature shrunk back. Frodo began to sing.
"Ho! Tom Bombadollo!
By water, wood and hill, by the read and willow,
By fire, sun and moon, harken now and hear us!
Come, Tom Bombadill, for our need is near us!"
A voice answered out of the darkness singing. It was Tom!
"Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow,
Bright blue is his jacket and his boots are yellow
None has caught him yet, for Tom, he is the master:
His songs are stranger songs, and his feet are faster." A great light appeared in the cave and there appeared Tom. The light fell upon the elf, and she seemed in a trance. She was entrapped by the light. " Get out you old wight! Vanish in the Sunlight," Tom continued. " Shrivel like cold mist, like the winds go wailing, Out into the barren lands far beyond the mountains! COme never here again! Leave your barrow empty! Lost and forgotten be, darker than darkness, Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended." A long shriek faded into the darkness. The wight was gone. " Come friend Frodo!" Tom said. " Let us get out into the clean grass! You must help me take them out! Your elf friend seems to be in shock!"
The next thing Elenya knew was that Frodo had taken her arm as she leaned over his shoulder. He helped her out into the sun. Her eyes flickered as soon as she came out into the air. She came back to the world and held a hand to her face to shield out the sun.
"Thank you, Frodo," she said when everyone had made it safely from the cave.
Merry and Pippin had thought that they had been dreaming.
"Let us go on!" Frodo said.
"Not dressed like this, Mr. Frodo," Sam said looking at the white robes that were nearly see through. " Where are my clothes?"
"You won't find your clothes again," Tom spoke. " You've found yourselves again out of the deep water. Clothes are but little loss, if you escape from drowning. Cast off these cold rags! Run naked on the grass, while Tom goes a hunting!"
He was gone before Elenya could object. She would not remove the clothes and run naked in the grass. Not in front of four hobbits. Four hobbit males no less. She sat down on the rock dressed as she was though she wished with all her heart to remove the horrible robe. She saw Frodo begin to take it off.
"What are you doing?!" she exlcaimed.
Frodo stopped for a moment, "Doing what Tom said. You should heed his advice."
"No!" she refused. " Your people may run unclad through the grass, but not me. I am an elf. And an Elven girl."
"Suit yourself," Frodo laughed. He began to continue, but Elenya turned around so her back was facing them. She would not look at a bunch of hobbit forms.
She heard them in the backround singing and laughing as the sun warmed their skin, but she refused to do as they were. She didn't know why. They could nearly see through the white rags. Finally, Tom returned with their sacks and six ponies. He handed them each their clothes and walked to the rock after the hobbits had taken theres.
"So the elf kept her modesty," he laughed. " Here, my lady," he said handing der a green dress. " It is Goldberries. She requests that you take it."
Elenya took the dress. Fortunately, there was a tall bush nearby. She immediately went behind it and stripped the white robe from her body. As Frodo was changing, he glanced toward the bush, but could not clearly see her though he could see her outline. She came out from behind the bush clad in the green dress. She felt much better as the sun shined upon her bare arms and back. They thanked Tom many times and continued on their way. Tom accompanied them to then end of the Misty Mountains.
"Tom's country ends here: he will not pass the borders.
Tom has his house to mind, and Goldberry is waiting!"
The hobbits and the elf watched him climb upon Fatty Lumpkins back, and rode away singing in the dusk.