My_Trip_To_Middle_Earth – chapter 5

by Jul 31, 2003Stories

I am soo sorry about not telling why I’m not posting hardly any more. Here are the reasons:

1. I was grounded

2. My dad got mad cause I am posting on the internet.


4. My friend Elijahstalker is taking over for posting my story cause I can’t

5. I will still comment but Eljahstalker will be typing it. She will be on my account so you don’t get confused.

Now here is the last chapter that I will be typing.

As we were walking to the great double doors of the dining room Elrond was telling me about all the different people at the feast.

” There are men from Gondor, dwarves from the Lonely Mountain, and elves from the forest of Mirkwood,” Elrond was explaining.” As you already know we have 4 hobbits from the shire.”

” Who is from Mirkwood,” I asked. I knew one of them but I didn’t know who the other 3 elves were.

” Well, you already know who one of them is. The other 3 are Hlisolf, Ling, and Salibalf.” Elrond replied.

” Oh, ok,” I said and looked ahead. The doors were open now and I saw that there were pople seated or getting seated at the long oak table in the center of the room.

Elrond and I sat at the front of the table. He was at the head and I was at his right. Gandalf was on his left and Aragorn was next to him. Next to Aragorn was Arwen and her brothers. To my left Frodo was seated. Next to him was Sam, Merry and Pippin. At the foot of the table was the rest of the guests.

Elrond nodded for me to sit down while he said a few words to the guests. “I am glad that all of you could come. Some of you may or not know but there will be a few surprises tomorrow and a lot of questions answered.,” Elrond said.

He then held up his hands and said,” let the feast begin!” Merry and Pippin were having a wonderful time stuffing their faces with food while Sam was yelling at them. Me and Frodo were staring at them with shock and disgust in our eyes.

I then turned my attention to some of the other conversations in the room. One conversation was nonstop about nature, especially trees, and another conversation was mining. I just shook my head and tried a little bit of each type of food. Each had its own texture and flavor.

After I got done eating I got up and went over to Bilbo Baggins who was in a corner telling stories to little elflings. They only looked to be about , in human years, between 3 and 10. I heard a liitle bit of his story as I came over. It was about trolls and how he escaped 3 of them.

” Telling them about one of your travels, Bilbo,” I said to him smiling. ” Ah, Megan, I have heard so much about you and wanted to meet you,” Bilbo said,” Come sit down with me.”
My smile grew as I sat down beside him. ” Now where was I , ah yes. I was surrounded by 3 trolls, all of them were fighting on how they were going to eat me. Were they going to fry,bake, or stir fry me. Believe me that was not an encouraging conversation. I then saw a way to escape. All I had to do was run under one of the trolls legs and escape. That is just what I did but not easy. They were running right on my heals. I got outside just as the leader went for his club. These trolls hated sunlight so they backed away from the light.” Bilbo concluded.

I smiled and said,” hey Bilbo why don’t you sing us one of your songs.”

“that is a good idea Megan how’s this one:

Earendil was a mariner
that tarried in Arvernien;
he built a boat of timer felled
in Nimbrethil to journey in;
her sails he wove of silver fair,
of silver were her lanterns made,
her prow was fashioned like a swan,
and light upon her banners laid.

In panoply of ancient kings,
in chained rings he armoured him;
his shining shield was scored with runes
to ward all wounds and harm from him;
his bow was made of dragon-horn,
his arrows shorn of ebony,
of silver was his habergeon,
his sabbard of chalcedony;
his sword of steel was valiant,
of admant his helmet tall,
an eagle-plume upon his crest,
upon his breast an emerald.

Beneath the moon and under star
he wandered far from northern strands,
bewildered on enchanted ways
beyond the days of mortal lands.
From gnashing of the Narrow Ice
where shadow lies on frozen hills,
from nether heats and burning waste
he turned in haste, and roving still
on starless waters far astray
at last he came to Night of Naught,
and passed, and necer sight he saw
of shining shore nor light he sought.
The winds of wrath came driving him,
and blindly in the foam he fled
from the west to east and errandless,
unheralded he homeward sped.

There flying Elwing came to him,
and flame was in the darkness lit;
more bright than light of daimond
the fire upon her carcanet.
The Silmaril she bound on him
and crowned him with the living light
and dauntless then with burning brow
he tuned his prow; and in the night
from Otherworld beyond the Sea
there strong and free a storm arose,
a wind of power in Tarmenel;
by paths that seldom mortal goes
his boat it bore with biting breath
as might of death across the grey
and long-forsaken seas distressed:
from east to west he passed away.

The song went on as I stood up to leave. Bilbo saw this and nodded a goodbye. I walked over to Elrond and Gandalf and waited until they were doen talking. When Gandalf left Elrond asked,” are you ok?”

” Yeah, I’m just tired and ready to retire,” I said. “Would you like a person to escort you,” he asked. ” No, it’s ok, I can find my way,” I replied. He nodded his head and said,” see you tomorrow and good night.”

” Thank you Master Elrond,” I said and walked to the open doors. When I got to my room I got out of my dress and got into my night shift. It was made of silk and was a little see through. I brushed my teeth and hair then put up my hair in a ponytail. I got into bed and drifted off to sleep with Bilbos song chanting in my head.

Finally done. There is a long chapter for you sea_elf. Please review!!

Namaarie until next time!!!



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