Post by Thellraen on Mar 16, 2013 14:36:19 GMT -5
The minstrels tell that one should begin a tale at its beginning. My younger sister Goldfala spouts that line ALL THE TIME. For the sake of future historians, I will at least say that I come from a small farm near Archet, in the lands near Bree. I was in fact just finishing packing for my journey to the great city to begin training as Loremistress, when Archet was attacked!
The world has changed ever so much since then. I have always believed in fighting for what is right, and my time in Bree-land and beyond has taught me a great deal about that. I have met with strange creatures - never dreamed I would actually get to speak with a dwarf, or stand within his glorious halls! Yes, Moria is still lovely, and there is such history and knowledge to be found there even now!
I have learned as well, that my original dream of creating a fabulous library in Bree is a bit unrealistic - there are apparently far too many who do not want history to be repeated, revealed, or in some cases even studied! This is so strange to me. I have somehow gained a reputation as a "fighting librarian" - at least that is what my trainer in the city calls me even now. But I have to fight! Both for the sake of the preservation of knowledge and for the preservation of Mankind! I have met the strange Rangers, (there's one named Toladir who is so very handsome, though he would never notice me), and they say that this is true, too.
I have gone to the Eldar for assistance; the eldest of people in Middle Earth, they surely would know what to do, I felt. What would be the proper course, I asked them? But Lord Elrond Halfelven would only speak of great trials up ahead, and alas I was not allowed to go with the Fellowship to chronicle their journey. I hope that at least some great minstrel will meet up with them sometime to put it all down. I have assisted the elves of Rivendell such as I could, therefore, and pressed onward into the aforementioned Moria (Khazad-Dûm, the dwarves name the place).
Even so, I found no answer. Nobody could tell me in full the cause of what is going on, why Archet was attacked by riders in black, what caused the horrid ghasts in the Barrow Downs or the Huorns of the Old Forest. No, they speak in whispers of a Dark Lord and even more so about a Ring - but there are many rings in the great histories, none really around anymore. Correct? And these - Nine Riders. I heard of them from the Hobbits first; someone was playing at being one of them, and I do not understand it much more than she did. Every scholar knows that myths are always based somewhere far back in fact, but from what fact does this mystery come? The Elves in the Trollshaws also spoke a bit about Riders, but they said little more. I have even met with the famed Gandalf the Grey, who the scholars call Wizard, and he speaks in riddles. And Frodo Baggins was very troubled before he left on his journey.
The entire business is a riddle, it seems. A mystery. I am not very good with riddles, but I will study what I can, ever searching, ever fighting so that my lands - and my books - can be free again.
And so I have reached the Golden Wood. Oh my, I wish you could see it. I have yet been only on the borders, the rims of the place, for it makes me uneasy - not in a "bad" way, but it feels very - I get a strong sense of a power I do not understand. Something in every leaf seems to sing! No tree I know does that, but they are all alive in a way that the trees of the Old Forest and of the Chetwood never could be. It is very strange. And the Eldar here are different as well, from any I have ever known before. These are much more grim, they almost shot me on sight when I first came out of the darkness of Moria, and they keep on telling me they don't like strangers!
How am I to find my answers when the very people of the world I have now come to won't talk with me?
The world has changed ever so much since then. I have always believed in fighting for what is right, and my time in Bree-land and beyond has taught me a great deal about that. I have met with strange creatures - never dreamed I would actually get to speak with a dwarf, or stand within his glorious halls! Yes, Moria is still lovely, and there is such history and knowledge to be found there even now!
I have learned as well, that my original dream of creating a fabulous library in Bree is a bit unrealistic - there are apparently far too many who do not want history to be repeated, revealed, or in some cases even studied! This is so strange to me. I have somehow gained a reputation as a "fighting librarian" - at least that is what my trainer in the city calls me even now. But I have to fight! Both for the sake of the preservation of knowledge and for the preservation of Mankind! I have met the strange Rangers, (there's one named Toladir who is so very handsome, though he would never notice me), and they say that this is true, too.
I have gone to the Eldar for assistance; the eldest of people in Middle Earth, they surely would know what to do, I felt. What would be the proper course, I asked them? But Lord Elrond Halfelven would only speak of great trials up ahead, and alas I was not allowed to go with the Fellowship to chronicle their journey. I hope that at least some great minstrel will meet up with them sometime to put it all down. I have assisted the elves of Rivendell such as I could, therefore, and pressed onward into the aforementioned Moria (Khazad-Dûm, the dwarves name the place).
Even so, I found no answer. Nobody could tell me in full the cause of what is going on, why Archet was attacked by riders in black, what caused the horrid ghasts in the Barrow Downs or the Huorns of the Old Forest. No, they speak in whispers of a Dark Lord and even more so about a Ring - but there are many rings in the great histories, none really around anymore. Correct? And these - Nine Riders. I heard of them from the Hobbits first; someone was playing at being one of them, and I do not understand it much more than she did. Every scholar knows that myths are always based somewhere far back in fact, but from what fact does this mystery come? The Elves in the Trollshaws also spoke a bit about Riders, but they said little more. I have even met with the famed Gandalf the Grey, who the scholars call Wizard, and he speaks in riddles. And Frodo Baggins was very troubled before he left on his journey.
The entire business is a riddle, it seems. A mystery. I am not very good with riddles, but I will study what I can, ever searching, ever fighting so that my lands - and my books - can be free again.
And so I have reached the Golden Wood. Oh my, I wish you could see it. I have yet been only on the borders, the rims of the place, for it makes me uneasy - not in a "bad" way, but it feels very - I get a strong sense of a power I do not understand. Something in every leaf seems to sing! No tree I know does that, but they are all alive in a way that the trees of the Old Forest and of the Chetwood never could be. It is very strange. And the Eldar here are different as well, from any I have ever known before. These are much more grim, they almost shot me on sight when I first came out of the darkness of Moria, and they keep on telling me they don't like strangers!
How am I to find my answers when the very people of the world I have now come to won't talk with me?