A Daughter of the King – Chapter Eighteen

by May 2, 2004Stories

Mandy rode silently, towards the back of the Lorien elves. She took notice of the countryside, remembering her first ride to Minas Tirith. “I wonder how my parents are…..” she mused, “I’ve been here for nine months…almost a year. I will be eighteen…though I don’t know how old I would be as an elf…I should ask Celebel.” Her thoughts were interrupted by someone softly clearing their throat. She turned and saw Lord Elrond riding next to her.

“Mae Govanen, Lord Elrond.” she greeted him, lowering her head.

“Calen anor na ven’, Aarien. (May the sun shine on your road)” Elrond smiled.

“Hanta lle.” she murmured.

“I have wanted to talk to you about your people, the Jews.” Elrond explained, “I am very interested in knowing more about them.”

“I see…what do you wish to know?” Mandy looked at him.

“Who are they, for one? And where did they come from? And who is your God?” Elrond asked.

“Well, you sound like the hobbits.” Mandy smiled, “The Jews are my people, that you already know. We were chosen by God to be His people, and through us the Messiah was to come to save the rest of the world. He did come, through the line of the King David…” she thought for a moment, “Our God is the one true God…there is no other. We believe that He created everything and everyone…”

“Iluvatar…” Elrond exclaimed.

“Yes, I…I think it is Iluvatar…My ancestor came from Ur, but you would not know that…God chose the Hebrews (who are the Jews) to be His chosen people. Through us, He would send the Savior of the world. He did. He sent His Son, Yeshua, to die in our place and save us…that is all I can think of telling you. Except that we are still considered His chosen.” Mandy stopped.

“That mirrors the Erusen greatly. It is said that some left Arda because of things happening and no one knew where they went. Others said that they died out…which is true of the ones who stayed here…” Elrond mused, looking intently at her, “And if you are one of the Erusen, why did you come here?”

“I have no answer for you, m’lord.” Mandy shook her head, “However, I do know that my God has a plan for me and has not abandoned me here.” She smiled thoughtfully as she said this, thinking about the last dream she had had of the Warrior.

“I believe you, Aarien.” Elrond returned the smile, “May the Valar watch over you.” He bowed his head to her and guided his horse up to where Arwen was riding. Mandy watched them talk, deep in their own thoughts.

“Lord…I know You are here with me. And I trust you wholeheartedly…I just wish I could know why I am here.” she prayed, her gaze was on the horizon but her thoughts were somewhere else.

Mandy sighed softly, rubbing the back of her neck. The Company was resting and eating. She smiled as Ilma nudged her back with his nose. “Ai…mellon.” she stroked his nose, “I do not have a horse where I come from, but I have always wanted one….now I have you. Ah…I do not know why I am here…I wish I did.” Mandy wiped her tears away. Ilma just looked at her and nipped at her hair playfully. She smiled, “Well, at least your spirits never dampen.”

“What’s this? Talking to your horse, Aarien?” a voice she knew well teased, “You really are becoming elf-like.”

“Hello, Elrohir.” Mandy turned to look at him.

“Hello.” Elrohir grinned impishly at her.

“You didn’t think to tell me you had a twin, did you?” Mandy raised an eyebrow, turning back to unsaddling Ilma.

“Found that out, did you?” Elrohir came over, “Are you angry me, Tethaer (Little One)?”

“No, why should I be?” Mandy looked at him as he stroked Ilma, “Laa (no)…I am not angry, Uncle.”

“Whew…” Elrohir whistled through his teeth, “Uncle?? Never thought I’d hear myself called that by someone who is the same age as my cousins.” Elrohir chuckled merrily.

“I am not two-thousand years old!” Mandy exclaimed.

“Aarien, I disagree.” Elrohir explained, “If you were not, then you would still be a mere babe as an elf. Since you are not, I think that you must be at the very least 1900 years old…at the very least.”

“Really…” Mandy breathed, trying to take it in, “So, you figure I’m about Celebel’s age.” At his nod, she continued, “Then I am the same age as Legolas as well.”

“Ah, yes. Master Legolas.” Elrohir looked at her keenly.

“What??” Mandy shot him a glare.

“Nothing…” Elrohir smiled knowingly, “And now I must be going. My brother is probably harassing some innocent elf-maiden by boring her with tales of his heroic deeds, which he did not do. He is confusing his stories with mine.”

“Are you always this modest, my dear uncle?” Mandy teased.

“Of course…someone has to be modest and keep Elladan in line. Farewell, Aarien.” Elrohir gave her a mock bow and strode away.

“Namarie, Elrohir.” Mandy murmured after him, thinking on what he had said. She heard the horn blow to mount up and silently picked up the saddle from the grass. She examined it again, and saw the Elvish writing around the edges. It was very light, and seemed to blend in with Ilma’s color. The bridle was made out of the Elven rope. She took up the reins and was about to mount up when she heard someone behind her. Turning, she saw Frodo and Sam.

“Mae Govanen, Frodo, Sam.” Mandy looked at them.

“Lady Aarien…we were wondering…that is…would you like to ride up with us?” Sam asked bashfully. Frodo just smiled, his eyes twinkling.

“Yes, I will.” Mandy leaped easily onto Ilma and followed Frodo and Sam up to where they were riding. She smiled at Aragorn and fell in behind him. They started off again.

“You know, if you ever do come to the Shire, I could show you some of the many paths…” Sam talked on, not noticing that Mandy was only half-listening. Her eyes were staring straight ahead, her head cocked a bit: she appeared to be listening to something.

“Aarien.” Frodo whispered.

Mandy looked at him, “Yes?”

“What are you listening to? Sam hasn’t noticed, but I certainly have. What is it?” Frodo asked softly.

Mandy smiled, “Listen. Can you not hear them?” Mandy closed her eyes, softly singing the words she heard,
“What can you see on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea a pale moon rises,
The ships have come to carry you home.
And all will turn to silver glass
A light on the water, Grey Ships pass into the west.”

Frodo listened, suddenly hearing the words for himself. He saw the passing of the elves out of Arda and sailing away. “Yes, I can.” Frodo whispered.

Mandy didn’t answer him. Her eyes had a faraway look in them, singing along with the elves in the Company. Sam quieted as the song rose in volume, causing others to stop and listen. Suddenly, Tethcelebel’s voice rose above the others in the song. Another voice rose with hers, harmonizing and adding to it. The Company listened, seeing the images of days past.

The song Mandy and Tethcelebel sang filled the elves’ hearts with a longing that they had felt many times before. It filled the men with a longing as well for something they had never felt before. The song they sang was this, the longing of every elf:

Lay down your sweet and weary head,
Night is falling, you have come to journey’s end.
Sleep now, and dream of the ones who came before,
They are calling from across a distant shore.
Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see, all of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my arms, you’re only sleeping.


What can you see on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea a pale moon rises,
The ships have come to carry you home.
And all will turn to silver glass,
A light on the water, all souls pass.

Hope fades into the world of night,
Through shadows falling out of memory and time.
Don’t say, “We have come now to the end.”
White shores are calling, you and I will meet again
And you’ll be here in my arms, just sleeping.


What can you see on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea a pale moon rises,
The ships have come to carry you home.
And all will turn to silver glass
A light on the water, Grey Ships pass into the west..


The other elves in the Company joined in at the chorus, but let Mandy and Tethcelebel sing the verses. The words seemed to linger, and Mandy thought she could smell the salt-water of the Sea and hear gulls cry. She sighed softly, feeling a great longing that nothing on Arda could satisfy.

“M’lady…that was beautiful.” Sam broke through her thoughts.

“Hanta lle, Sam.” Mandy thanked him, turning her gaze to him. He glanced at her dark green eyes, thinking that they looked like the sparkling jade jewels that Bilbo had once shown him, long ago.

“You’re welcome, M’lady.” he answered her, lost in the steady gaze.

She smiled warmly, turning away. She looked at the horizon, then gazed harder. She could just see the outline of Fanghorn, which meant they were nearing Rohan. She glanced over to Eomer and Eowyn. They had a sad but firm look in their eyes.

“I feel sorry for them. I know what it is like to lose someone you love…” Mandy thought sadly.

“Aarien!” a voice called. She turned on her horse to see Pippin waving at her.

“Hello, Pippin.” she waved back. He motioned for her to come back. Smiling, she directed her horse out of the procession and back to Pippin. She fell in beside him, smiling and talking with him. On the back of her mind was a small apprehension. She felt that something was going to happen, good or ill, she did not know.

******Author’s Note******
Hey! In case you guys didn’t recognize it, I used “Into the West” by Annie Lennox in this chapter. Also, I have Mandy say that she thinks Iluvatar is God. Ok, I just had her say that because of the context of this part. I know that Tolkien was a Christian, and I’ve skimmed through the Simarillion (sp?), and I’ve noticed many similarities between Iluvatar and God, so I had her say that. Tolkien did say that LOTR is NOT an allegory, so i’m not saying that he wrote Iluvatar as God, but for my story, Mandy does think that….I hope I didn’t confuse anyone I also gave a little history about the Jews (from a Christian perspective). I just gave what I knew, so….Hope you like it!
p.s. when I say `men’, I mean the race, not just the guys


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