Gildern, Lady of Lindon – Ch. VI

by Nov 27, 2003Stories

“Where might I find Lord Elrond?” I asked one of the Elves who where talking in one of the corridors of Elrond’s house.
“He is with the Hobbit who received the wound from the Nazgul,” he looked at me strangely. I was dressed all in black, with my dark hood over my face, I was a very odd sight in Imladris, to say the least.

“From the Nazgul? What happened?”

“You have not heard?”

“Nay. I have only just arrived in Imladris. Just direct me to the room Elrond is in.”

“Come, follow me.” After many turns and 10 minutes or so of walking, my guide led me to a door and opened it for me. “Lord Elrond. Someone wishes to speak to you.”

“I will be there in a minute. Tell him to wait.”

“Aye, my Lord. He says-“

“I heard what he said. You need not repeat.”

“Do you wish me to take your cloak?”

“No. I do not.”

“Then I shall leave you to wait for Lord Elrond. Namarie.” I waited several minutes before the door finally opened and Elrond stepped out.
I stood up to greet him. “Hail, Lord Elrond of Imladris. I am Gildern, and I have heard that great evil is abroad. I wish to help.”

“You are a woman?”

“Aye. And I have knowledge of one that you have been seeking for a very long time.”

“I seek no one. And have not sought anyone.”

“Yes you have, my lord. Deep in your heart you have sought the one that ran many years ago, soon after her father died.”

Elrond thought a minute, and then gasped, “Iaryavie.”

“Aye, I have knowledge of her.”

“Give it to me, then! Is she still alive?”

“I have my price, and until it is met I will not reveal any information.”

“Then what is it?” he sighed.

“Allow me to attend the great counsel you are planning for when the ring bearer recovers.”

“How do you know about the counsel? It is secret.”

“I have my sources, greater than any of yours, not counting the ring her father gave to you. Now do you wish to hear news of the child or not?”

“Aye, I do. You shall attend the counsel. Now give me your news,” Elrond looked baffled that I had mentioned Viyla.

“Do you have a place we could go where no one can hear us?”

“Follow me.” He led me quickly led me to his personal study. He closed the door behind us, and locked it. “Come, out with the news.”

“She is alive. And well. She said that she greatly regrets having run away, though, she acknowledges that she has learned much from various people.”

“Is that all?”

“Nay. She says she wishes to see you again. And that she would be heading here as soon as possible. Though she will be bringing with her things you will not expect, and she says that if you do not welcome them with an open heart, she will not come.”

“What are these things?”

“I am not at liberty to tell you.” He sighed, and looked at me as if I brought a great weight upon his shoulders.

“How can I welcome things I do not expect? How do I know they are not dangerous?”

“She wishes for trust.”

“Trust can be betrayed.”

“She also wishes for faith. And hope.”

“Then I shall welcome Iaryavie, and all that come with her. I thank you for your news, Gildern. Do you wish to stay here? We can prepare a room for you, if you like.”

“No, I shall stay outside of Rivendell tonight. When shall the Ring Bearer be well?”

“It is impossible to tell. It may be days, weeks, months, or years.” I nodded my agreement, and without another word, I left.


“The counsel is today, Gildern.”

“Yes, I know. Come, you are to go with me.”

“Aye, lady.”

Nanaith and I made our way to Rivendell together, and when we entered the gates, many Elves gave a great cry, for they feared that Nanaith was an evil dragon, like her cousin Smaug. Soon, a few Elves with bows came over to us, and told us that I could not pass with Nanaith. But I told them of Elrond’s promise, and they went to go ask him to make sure.

Elrond eagerly walked out of his house and towards the gate that Nanaith and I were by. “Where is Iaryavie?”

“She said she would be here later in the day. She asked me to bring her friend with me.”

“This…is her friend?” Elrond’s mouth was hanging open.

“Aye. This is Nanaith. A very respectable dragon, she will not hurt a being unless it threatens her, or if it be an orc.”

“Come, the counsel is almost ready to begin. The dragon may not come.” He scowled at Nanaith, “But she may walk about, as along as she does not disturb our peace.”

“I shall, my lord. Gildern, farewell,” said my lady protector, Nanaith.

“Farewell, friend,” I said as I caressed my friend’s nozzle. “Lord Elrond, it is not polite to leave your mouth hanging open, or stare. Now come, you don’t want to be late for your own counsel?” He said nothing.

“And this is Gildern,” said Elrond as he introduced me to the counsel members.

“A woman? A counsel is no place for a woman,” said one who happened to be Boromir.

“I would not count on that, sir. For I know more than you may think. I may even know more than you,” I said as I glared at him. He could not see my smirk for I had left my hood on, and let its shadow fall upon my face.

“Humph,” Boromir snorted, and he started to talk to someone else who was sitting next to him.

Soon, when everyone had arrived the counsel began. It need not be stated all that went on, though there is a small portion that is essential to this story.

The counsel had been going on for many hours, when finally it was time to decide what to do with the ring.

“I do not understand this,” said Boromir, “Saruman is a traitor, but did he not have a glimpse of wisdom? Why do you speak ever of hiding and destroying? Why should we not think that the Great Ring has come into our hands in the very hour of need? Wielding it the Free Lords of the Free may surely defeat the enemy. That is what he most fears, I deem.
“The Men of Gondor are valiant, and they will never submit; but they may be beaten down. Valor needs first strength, and then a weapon. Let the ring be your weapon, if it has such power as you say. Take it and go forth to victory!”

“We cannot control the Ring, no one can, it can only bring destruction and hate. If we destroy the ring, we destroy Sauron who still lingers, clinging to the life force of his creation. Destroy the ring, say I, and evil will be destroyed,” I said as I glared at him, wondering why such fools were allowed in counsels.

“And what does a mere woman know?”

“I know more than you think, as previously stated. And I fear, my time is drawn near that I must reveal myself.” I slowly pushed my hood back away from my face. The Elves in the counsel gasped.

“The daughter of Ereinion Gil-Galad!” they cried.

“Iaryavie! She has come back!” cried the sons of Elrond.

“Yes. I have come back. And I seek revenge, now. The revenge I swore many years ago when my father passed out of this world and into the Halls of Mandos. I will see to it that Sauron is dead. He who killed my father will die, even if I have to steal the ring and do it myself. The ring must be destroyed.”

The Dwarves and Boromir gaped at me; they had heard of my father, but had not heard of me.

“And who is this, `Iaryavie?'” asked Boromir.

“She is the child of Gil-Galad. The lost Heiress of the Kingdom of Lindon, and the High Queen of the Noldor.”

“I had not heard that Gil-Galad had children,” stated Boromir in a matter of fact voice.

“That is because she is not in Lore, my friend. Except in small accounts. She was taken for dead, many lives of men ago,” stated Elrond, still gazing upon me.

“That is correct. I deserted my people and my responsibility soon after the Last Alliance came to Rivendell bearing the body of my dead father. I have come back now, when war is brewing yet again. And this time I mean to fight, even if it means I must die.”

“But why would the Princess to the High Throne of the Elves run away?” asked a Dwarf named Gimli.

“That is not your business to know. I had my reasons, but I do not yet know if they were for the good or for the bad.”

“Alas, Iaryavie is correct. But maybe she could tell us of her tale, since she is closely concerned with the Ring,” said Elrond expectantly.

“I have no tale to tell, and if I did I would not tell it for it would not be worth hearing for all that I know has all ready been clearly stated,” I said as I sat down in my chair.


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