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January 8, 3019 Third Age of Middle
Today we reached a place called Hollin where we rested for a while
before we continued on our journey. During our rest, Aragorn, Boromir,
Rohirrwyn, and I were sitting together and watching Merry and Pippin
laugh and talk together.
Suddenly, I heard Rohirrwyn speak beside me, “I wonder if they
would make good soldiers if they knew how to use a sword.” At first, I
took it in jest but then I heard Aragorn agree with her and asked
Boromir to teach the two rambunctious hobbits.
“No. You are the best swordsman I have ever seen. The honor should
be your,” Boromir answered. I smiled a bit seeing his willingness to
begin to believe that Aragorn was the returning king. However, Aragorn
declined and Boromir called Merry and Pippin over to teach them.
When they came over, the two of them were both very astonished, Pippin
“You mean, with a sword?” he asked with eyes full of surprise and
“Of course, Pippin,” called out Rohirrwyn. “What other kind of fighting
would you be doing?”
So Boromir unsheathed his sword and hand Merry and Pippin each a
long knife to use as swords. It was quite funny to watch them since
even the knives were a bit large for them. But steadily, they began to
become more used to the flowing movements of the different steps. Merry
was strong and sure in his strokes while Pippin was quicker on his
Suddenly, Boromir called, “Rohirrwyn, why don’t you go over the
steps with Merry while I help Pippin.” So she climbed down off the rock
that she and I had been sharing for a seat and drew her own sword and
began reviewing the stances.
Then, quite by accident, Boromir nicked Pippin’s knuckles and Pippin
cried out, “ Ow, that hurt!”
Just as Boromir was bending down to help Pippin, Pippin viciously
kicked Boromir in the shin. Becoming slightly unbalanced, Boromir
quickly righted himself again but not before Merry had joined Pippin in
his assault with both shouting “For the Shire!”
Rohirrwyn, Aragorn, and I all began to laugh. Then the the two
young warriors began to tickle the seasoned warrior. Now you must
understand, my cousing, however tough he may appear, is extremely
ticklish. So out of desperation he called out, “Well, don’t just stand
their laughing. Do something!”
In an attempt to help Boromir, Aragorn walked over and playfully
scolded the hobbits saying, “That’s enough, gentlemen.” However, his
attempt was ill fated for the two hobbits flipped him onto his back
that made Rohirrwyn and I laugh even more.
As Merry and Pippin’s attention was diverted, Rohirrwyn dashed in
and helped Boromir to his feet just as Legolas yelled to us, “Crebain
“Hide!” Aragorn shouted as we all began gathering things and
putting out fires to make it seem that no one had been there at all.
Rohirrwyn and I jumped underneath a bush together and watched as hoard
of black birds circled over our heads. The air was quickly filled with
the sound of their crowing. But as quickly as they had come, they left.
Cautiously, we all crept out from our different hiding places.
“Spies from Saruman,” said Gandalf gravely. “The Gap of Rohan is being
watched. We must take the path of Carahras.”
“I know something of mountains and snow,” said Boromir. “It will
be freezing cold both night and day. Might I suggest that we bring a
bundle of wood?”
Reluctantly, Gandalf consented. “But we must only use the wood if
it is a choice between fire and death. We can’t risk being known to
So we began to gather our things and move out. As we were walking,
I went up to Rohirrwyn to express my fear of the safety of our
fellowship in the mountains.
Attempting to comfort me, she placed her hand in mine and said,
“Don’t worry so much, Gilrael. I’m sure it will be fine. It’s alright,
After that I felt a little better but I still have my worries and
doubts. We will probably reach the mountains tomorrow. Until then,
January 11, 3019 Third Age of Middle
We ascended Carahras today. Everything seems to be going fine.
Mithrandir has not seen any spies of Saruman.
Something rather peculiar happened today though. As we were
climbing, Rohirrwyn, who had been walking at my side with Boromir,
began to fall behind to see what Merry and Pippin were doing. I could
here Pippin’s high voice going on and on until Rohirrwyn stopped him by
saying something. Soon, I could tell she was telling a story by the way
her voice rose and fell. Boromir and I gradually began to fall behind
to listen. Boromir ended up joining the merry party but I, instead,
kept going trying to catch up with Mithrandir. After hearing something
said by Boromir, I heard footsteps coming up behind me.
Suddenly, I heard something behind me fall and slide in the snow.
I turned to see Frodo face down with Aragorn at his side to help him
up. After brushing the snow off of himself, Frodo checked to see if the
Ring was around his neck. But it wasn’t. It was on the ground with my
cousin bending low over it. I caught my breath. No one, so far as I
know, has touched the ring except for Frodo since our leaving of
Rivendell. He held the ring up to his eyes at which it dazzled in the
“Boromir,” called out Aragorn. But my cousin seemed to not be able to
hear him. He continued to look at the Ring.
“It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt
over such a little thing. Such a little thing,” Boromir said as his
fingers moved slowly to touch it.
“Boromir,” Aragorn called again, this time seeming to jerk Boromir
out of his reverie, “Give the Ring to Frodo.” It seemed that Aragorn’s
tone this time held a little more harshness than the last.
Boromir walked over to where Frodo stood under the protective
stance of Aragorn. “As you wish,” he said holding out the Ring to Frodo
who grabbed it from Boromir. “I care not.” Boromir ruffled Frodo’s hair
and turned to rejoin the group. Rohirrwyn also turned a short while
after but her face seemed to convey that she was upset. Not wishing to
intrude on any private thoughts, I held my tongue about asking what the
Nevertheless, two things have been growing on my mind these couple
of hours. My cousin’s last two statements seemed to be very much like
how my cousin would usually speak but his earlier reverie didn’t. I
don’t know why but I have a funny feeling that my cousin is changing. I
pray that I am wrong. Until tomorrow,
January 12, 3019 Third Age of Middle Earth
Today has been one of great peril as we have descended from
Caradhras. We continued our journey up the mountain and through the
snow. Legolas, being an elf however, was able to walk atop the cold
precipitation. I believe we were all envious of him. Through the
falling snow and wind, I could hear a voice, deep and authoritative.
“Gandalf,” cried Rohirrwyn, “There is a fell voice on the air! We must
“We should never have come this way,” called out Boromir. “We
should make for the Gap of Rohan, or go the long way around, and come
to my city!”
“It’s Sauruman!” yelled Aragorn, as more snow seemed to fall. “He is
trying to bring down the mountain!”
Gandalf then stepped out from under the ledge of rock from which
we were attempting to use as a shield and cover from the elements. He
then began to shout out into the wind in some strange tongue. Suddenly,
lightning struck a boulder overhead and we all dove against the wall.
Snow buried us all.
Soon, we began to emerge from the snow. Boromir was the first to speak.
“Gandalf we cannot go any longer.”
“We could pass through the mines of Moria,” suggested Gimli.
Mithrandir’s face clouded for a moment as if seeing some evil. He then
spoke saying, “Let the Ring-bearer decide.” All eyes turned upon the
poor hobbit. I could see the struggle in his eyes but resolution soon
entered and he spoke.
“We will go through the mines.” Mithrandir’s eyes closed for a
moment as if in pain but then began to lead us back down the path that
we had just traversed. I do not know what is before us but it cannot be
good if even Mithrandir is pained. Until later,
January 14, 3019 Third Age of Middle
We have entered into the dark of Moria. I will admit to you that I
fear and dread this mine no matter what Gimli says that it was once
great. Our entrance to the mine was just as traumatic as any of our
After much walking, we finally reached the walls of Moria. I could
see nothing of a door. Rohirrwyn voiced my opinion by saying, “Gandalf,
what exactly are we looking for? I’ve looked all around and have seen
nothing that even remotely resembles a door.”
“Dwarven doors are very well hidden, so well in fact that their masters
sometimes can’t find them,” he replied.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Legolas muttered. Gimli must have
heard him for he turned his head and glared at the elf. Mithrandir ran
his fingers over the smooth face of rock and then the moon shone upon
it. Suddenly, a silver arch shone out from the rock.
Mithrandir then read the elvish above the door. “The doors of
Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter.” He then proceeded to
place his staff against the middle of the door and spoke in elvish but
the doors did not open. We all wandered away giving Mithrandir space to
think and act. I moved to sit upon a stone not far from Mithrandir. A
chill seemed to come over me and I drew cloak closer about me.
Something dark seemed to hover over the lapping water of the lake
outside the doors of the dwarven mine. After being stopped from
throwing rocks into the lake by Rohirrwyn, Merry and Pippin walked over
to where Mithrandir sat pondering over the mystery of the doors.
“What are you going to do now?” asked Pippin innocently.
“Bash your head against theses doors, Peregrine Took,” responded
Mithrandir harshly since I think he was upset at himself for not
knowing how to open the doors and was now venting his frustration on
the poor, inquisitive hobbit. “And if that does not shatter them,” he
continued, “then I shall be rid of foolish questions.”
“It’s a riddle,” Merry said suddenly. “Speak ‘friend’ and enter.
Gandalf, what is the elvish word for friend?”
“Mellon,” he replied. All of a sudden, a loud cracking and
creaking was heard as the doors finally began to open. We moved away
from our various places towards the open doors.
The men made torches as Mithrandir put a crystal atop his staff
and the crystal began to glow. I walked in-between Boromir and
Rohirrwyn as we filed into the mine. After looking around, Rohirrwyn
commented quietly, “So this is it. A dark, damp, dank excuse for a
Gimli must have heard for he said, “And they call it a mine. A
mine! My cousin Balin will give us a royal welcome, and he’ll show you
the meaning a mine. Roaring fires, malt beer, red meat fresh off the
Then Legolas said, “This is not a mine. It’s a tomb.” At that, I
finally glanced down upon the floor of the mine and what met my sight I
shall never forget. The skeletons of both dwarves and goblins strewn
everywhere. Gimli cried out in anguish over the bodies of his fellow
However, our company was soon distracted by Frodo’s voice as he
called, “Aragorn, help me!” We all turned to see a large, slimy
tentacle grab the poor hobbit by his ankle. Merry and Pippin tried to
pull him back as Sam whacked at the tentacle with a knife he had been
given by Aragorn. They were able to sever the tentacle off Frodo but
then many more tentacles appeared pushing the hobbits away and grabbing
Boromir, Aragorn, and Rohirrwyn rushed out into the midst of
tentacles to try to save the Ring-bearer. Just as Rohirrwyn severed the
tentacle that held Frodo, another replaced it and held him above its
fanged and foamy mouth. Bravely, Aragorn ran into the very heart of the
tentacles and chopped off the one that held Frodo. This time, Frodo
fell into the waiting arms of my cousin. He quickly ran out of the
water to place the hobbit on shore. Aragorn and Rohirrwyn were running
also. As the creature came closer, Rohirrwyn drew a dagger from her
belt and threw it at the creature to help prevent it from again
claiming one of our comrades. She would have retrieved the dagger had
not Boromir pulled further into the mine. Legolas let loose and arrow
that flew into the mouth of the beast. The beast then fell against the
doors of the mine and sent the rocks flying onto the ground around and
the light was gone.
Everyone stayed quiet for a few moments, so much so that you could
hear everyone breathing. Mithrandir then tapped his staff on the stone
floor and his staff again glowed.
“We now have but one choice. We must face the long dark of Moria,"
he told us. “Be on your guard. There are fouler things than orcs that
lurk in the deep places of the world.” We then proceeded in single file
as we began our long journey through the great mine of the dwarves. We
walked and walked and walked until we all assumed it was well into the
evening. Suddenly we came to an open place out of which led three
Mithrandir looked at the three entrances and said wearily, “I have
no memory of this place.” He then proceeded to sit upon a rock and
smoke his pipe. Therefore, the rest of us sat down to wait. During this
time, I have been writing down this past entry.
I do not now know why I agreed to join this party of warriors. I
cannot wield a sword or bow or axe, at least not well. All I can do is
help those who can wield swords and bows and axes. As of yet, nothing
of the sort has been presented. Oh, Mithrandir has stood up. He must
have remembered. I shall write more once we have left the mine or when
I find another time to write. Until then,
January 17, 3019 Third Age of Middle
My heart is now heavy with grief. I feel as if the world will now
fall to pieces. I suppose I should relate to you the events that have
made my heart sad.
After Mithrandir found which doorway to follow, we all stood and
followed him. Suddenly, we found ourselves in a spacious hall filled
“This was once the great dwarven city of Dwarowwdelf. Now it is
their tomb,” said Mithrandir solemnly. As we walked, we began to pass a
small inlet in which streamed a single beam of light.
“No!” cried Gimli as he ran to room. We all followed and then
realized for what our companion was mourning. In the light of the beam
lay a coffin inscribed with ruins, the writing of dwarves.
“Here lies Balin, son of Fundin,” read Mithrandir, “lord of Moria.
He is dead then. It is as I feared.” His eyes scanned the room in a
look of what looked to me like sorrow and for a moment, he seemed as an
old man who is weary of life.
However, something caught his gaze. It was a large book clasped in
the hands of a skeleton. Quickly he handed his hat and staff to Pippin
and he moved the skeletal hand of the book. Blowing away the layer of
dust atop the cover, Mithrandir opened towards the end of the large
volume. Then, he began to read.
“They have taken the bridge and the second hall. We have barred
the gate but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums, drums
in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot
get out. They are coming.”
At that moment, we heard a clang and all our heads turned from the
wizard to Pippin where he had twisted the hand of another skeleton atop
a well and the head of the skeleton had fallen off. Then, to our
horror, the rest of the body fell followed by a chain and bucket. We
all winced as the clanging and thudding was heard reverberating
throughout the mine. As it became silent, Mithrandir closed the book
and rebuked as he grabbed his hat and staff, “Fool of a Took. Throw
yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity.” As we all prepared
to leave the room, we heard a noise as of drums beating. A chill
overcame my body as I remember the words that Mithrandir had just read,
drums in the deep. Then a screeching noise was heard and Frodo pulled
his small sword, Sting, from its sheath and it was glowing blue,
signifying that orcs were near.
Boromir ran to the door to look out when an arrow nearly pierced
his face. Quickly, he shut the doors and stated, “They have a cave
troll.” Aragorn, Rohirrwyn, and Legolas then began throwing axes and
rods to Boromir to help barricade the door. The hobbits and I gathered
around Mithrandir for protection. Gimli jumped on top of the tomb of
his relative brandishing his axe.
“Let them come. There is one dwarf in Moria who still draws
breath,” he growled defiantly. Legolas, Aragorn, Legolas, and Rohirrwyn
lined up in front of the tomb ready for whatever came through the
Suddenly, the ends of spears where seen breaking through the
doors. Legolas and Aragorn let loose a few arrows into the holes where
the spears had pierced. For a moment, the enemies fell back but then
the door fell and in rushed our enemies with their cave troll behind
them. Quickly, the four in front engaged in the battle. Gimli from atop
the tomb dealt heavy blows. Mithrandir was waving his sword Glamdring
and staff in a kind of double threatening action. The hobbits and I
fell back further against the back wall of the room.
I had no experience in combat except for a few simple lessons that
Boromir and Faramir had taught me in self-protection but never anything
of use in a full-scale battle. I looked about me and saw Frodo staying
behind pillars and other places of cover, Sam bashing orcs on the head
with his frying pans, and Merry and Pippin getting into the fray
wherever they were together.
There was not much time, however, to just watch as the others were
amidst the mayhem of battle. Quickly, I drew my dagger and did my best
to help in our party’s struggle. However, I could see that the cave
troll was after Frodo with a kind of spear. Frodo was able to keep out
of its way for a while but not forever. To my horror, I saw the spear
go into Frodo and the look of pain upon his face. He slouched over and
it looked as if he was dead.
“Frodo!” I called as made my way over to him. As the sounds of
battle grew less and less, I finally reached him as the other
combatants in our company came towards him too, Sam of whom was the
closest. Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I carefully raised Frodo
from where he had been lying on his face. As he got up, he gasped in
air. I was shocked. Therefore, I started unbuttoning his shirt.
“I’m alright, I’m alright,” he said but I took no heed.
“Oh no you’re not,” I replied sternly. “You ought to be dead from
that spearing you got. Now just lie still. I’m going to have a look at
“That spear would have skewered a wild boar,” said a voice behind me,
which I took to be Aragorn’s.
As I unbuttoned Frodo’s shirt, something silver glimmered from
beneath. I gasped. “I think there is more to this hobbit than meets the
eye,” I said as I stepped aside so everyone could see. The shining
silver was a coat of mithril rings.
“I was wondering what you and Bilbo were doing that last day.
Bless his heart,” praised Merry. However, there was not much time to
marvel since we heard more orcs coming down the passageway.
“To the bridge of Khazad-dum,” directed Mithrandir as we all began
running down a door in the back of the outlet. This passage led us into
another great hall in which the pillars were being swarmed by orcs from
everywhere. We all faced in a ring, ready to stand together to last
until something extraordinary happened. A light as if from fire lit the
main entrance to hall. In a panic, all the orcs retreated to where they
had come from.
I knew not what was happening but I felt that it was not something
in our favor. I looked to Mithrandir for a sign of what to do. His
eyes, however, were closed.
Boromir spoke saying, “What new devilry is this?”
Mithrandir kept his eyes closed and then slowly answered. “A
balrog. A demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you.
Run!” With that, we all followed him to the end of the hall that led a
flight of stairs. But the stairs ended abruptly. Boromir would have
fallen over the edge had it not been for Legolas. We all paused and
waited for what we should do.
“Gandalf,” called Rohirrwyn trying to urge Mithrandir ahead of us.
“No, this is beyond your strength,” he rebuked. He turned to
Aragorn. “And yours too. Lead them on Aragorn. The bridge is near.” My
eyes followed his gaze and saw stone line over a chasm. Aragorn tried
to dissuade Mithrandir but he would have none of it. “Do as I say.
Swords are of no use here.”
We ran down two more flights of steps and reached a crack in the
stairs. Legolas leapt first and then held out his arms to help
Mithrandir as he jumped across. I was the next to jump since Rohirrwyn
forced me across. Boromir followed holding Merry and Pippin. Aragorn
then tossed Sam across and was about to do so to Gimli when Gimli held
up his hand in protest.
“Nobody tosses a dwarf,” he said and leapt across. However, he
didn’t quite make it and Legolas grabbed him by the beard to save him
from falling. “Not he beard,” called the upset dwarf. The last ones
left were Aragorn, Frodo, and Rohirrwyn. Rohirrwyn back up a few steps
and leaped across into the arms of my cousin. We all watched anxiously
as the steps we had all been standing on began wobbling. Then it began
to fall toward us and Aragorn and Frodo leapt off. We then resume
running down the remaining flight of stairs and over the bridge.
“Over the bridge! Fly!” urged Mithrandir as he himself turned to
face the demon. For the first time we could see clearly from what we
had been fleeing. The balrog a giant of a monster with a crest of flame
and in his mouth was fire also. Mithrandir and it faced each other in
the middle of the bridge.
“You shall not pass,” declared Mithrandir but the balrog took no
heed. “I am a servant of the secret fire, wielder of the flame of
Arnor. The darkness will not avail you, flame of Undun.” As he spoke,
Mithrandir’s staff began to glow a pale blue and the balrog brought his
flaming sword down upon the wizard. Mithrandir was not hurt but the
balrog’s sword had been shattered. The ancient demon then pulled out a
whip, which it demonstrated with pride. Raising his staff and sword
above his head, Mithrandir shouted, “You shall not pass!” With those
words, he brought his staff down upon the pavement of the bridge.
Nothing seemed to happen until the balrog took a step and fell in the
depths of the chasm beneath. Mithrandir seemed to sigh with relief and
turned to join us. However, he never made it.
Suddenly, out of the darkness, the end of the balrog’s whip came
up and grabbed his ankle pulling him to the edge of the bridge.
Frodo and Rohirrwyn both dashed to try to save him but Boromir
held them back. I would also have run if Aragorn had been holding my
shoulder. We all listed to Mithrandir’s last words. “Fly, you fools,”
and he fell.
As we hurried out of the mine, it seemed unreal. We dodged arrows
as we ran out into the open air. I hid my face in my arms and sobbed as
I had not done since Boromir had left for Rivendell. Rohirrwyn came
over and held me as my renewed sobbing ensued.
As I cried I heard Aragorn’s voice saying, “Boromir, Rohirrwyn, get
“Give them a moment for pity’s sake,” pleaded Boromir. I could
tell through his voice that the others were not the only ones who
needed that minute. I looked up as Aragorn continued speaking but I did
not hear him. My mind was too filled with sorrow to think of much else.
I could see though the figure of Frodo slowly moving away. I would have
called out to him if I had had a voice.
“Frodo, Frodo!” called Aragorn. The Ring-bearer turned to him with
eyes filled with an unspeakable sorrow and pain. We were all then
gathered and made our way towards the forest of Lothlorien where
Aragorn had friends who would provide shelter for us.
As we entered into the elven land, I could sense all the magic in
the air. It made me feel both at peace and on edge. All of a sudden, a
ring of elven archers surrounded us. Both Rohirrwyn’s and Boromir’s
hands went immediately to their sword hilts. However, Aragorn spoke in
elvish and prevented what probably would have been a struggle. After
his greeting, the head elf, who I later learned was called Haldir,
spoke in the common tongue.
“You bring great evil with you. You can go no further.” Aragorn
then proceeded to try to reason with him to let us continue. During
that time, I sat by myself and wept some more for the loss of
Mithrandir. As I was crying, I felt an arm about my shoulders. I looked
up to see Boromir next to me.
“There now,” he comforted. “Just lay your head on my shoulder and
finish your weeping.” So I did as I was told and he simply held me and
let me cry. Now both my cousins had comforted me in my times of sorrow.
And this new thought reminded me of home and just made me weep all the
Then Haldir came over to where the rest of Fellowship was and told
us to follow him but we were all blindfolded as we went. We were led up
several staircases and then onto a platform where the blindfolds were
Then the rulers of this fair land descended the Lord Celeborn and
Galadriel the Lady of Light. As they came down, we all bowed out of
reverence. Their appearance was very strange. They looked both youthful
and aged at the same time but their eyes showed the wells of wisdom
that they had acquired. Celeborn spoke first, his voice holding
authority and power.
“The Enemy knows you have entered here. What hope you had in
secrecy is now gone. Ten that are here yet eleven there were that set
out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Gandalf? For I much desire to
speak with him. I can no longer see him from afar.”
We all looked at one another in hopes that someone else would tell
them the unspeakable truth about out leader. However, Galadriel
answered her husband’s question in a voice like a gentle breeze and
“Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has
fallen into shadow.” All heaved a sigh at these words as each of us
relived the moment of his falling.
He was taken by both shadow and flame,” explained Legolas. “A
Balrog of Morgoth. For we went needlessly into the mines of Moria.”
Having compassion on Gimli as she saw him heave a great sigh, she
comforted him saying, “Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in
life. We do not yet know his full purpose. Do not let the great
emptiness of Khazad-dum fill your heart, Gimli, son of Glóin.
world has grown full of peril. And in all lands love is now mingled
with grief.” As she spoke the last words, she gazed into each of our
eyes. When she looked into my eyes, I could hear her voice inside my
head. “Fear no longer, Gilrael daughter of Eldacar. Trust the One who
guides each of our lives and trust also your friends. The hope of men
is fading but you will help to restore them. You will return home one
day but do not fear the way.” Her words held such weight and I turned
my face away. Nevertheless, she continued to talk to our entire
“The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and
it will fail to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the Company is
true. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest, for you are
weary. Tonight you will sleep in peace.” Beckoning Haldir forward, she
had him lead us back down the stairs and into an open place where we
could rest, which is where I am now writing.
As I write, a lament for Mithrandir is being raised by the elves
of this wood. My heart is now heavy both by Mithrandir’s passing and by
Galadriel’s words. For me, I am afraid of losing any more of those
closest to me and therefore fear for them. I look around at our party
and wonder will there be others who follow Mithrandir to the lands
where no living man may go? I shall try to sleep now. Until later,
January 23, 3019 Third Age of Middle
We have now been the forest of Lothlorien for nearly a week. As
each day passes, I believe our wounds of grief begin to mend. Night has
fallen upon this elven realm. The stars sparkle like diamonds in the
night sky. Sometimes, I can recognize constellations from Minas Tirith.
At sunset, Rohirrwyn, Boromir and I all relaxed at the base of one
mallorn trees which populate this enchanted forest. As I hummed and
stitched some strips of clothe for bandages, Rohirrwyn was writing in a
journal she carries and Boromir told amused us with tales from
Gondorian history. He has been most attentive to me this past week as
he has seen my grief. I try to be strong but I am quite weak when it
comes to death and partings. Although she is much better at hiding her
grief, Rohirrwyn is also much saddened at Mithrandir’s death. Her eyes
hold an anguish that she hopes not to burden others with. It pains me
to see it. However, the only solace that she has for her pain seems to
be her daily walks with Boromir, which is comforting to see.
As we were relaxing, Legolas walked past which is not often as he
is usually either with Gimli or relieving his grief in another manor.
The strains of the elves lament for Mithrandir came down to us with
melancholy beauty. Merry, who was sitting nearby, asked Legolas to tell
us what the elves were saying. But he refused because, as he said, for
him the grief was still too near. However, since I learned the
Numenorean tongue in my studies, I was able to understand their song.
As I translated, tears flowed down my cheeks. This is what I heard.
“Mithrandir, Mithrandir, o Pilgrim Grey. No more will you wander the
green fields of this earth. Your journey has ended in darkness. The
bonds cut, the spirit broken, the Flame of Arnor has left this earth. A
great light has gone out.” Quite beautiful, is it not? Then Rohirrwyn
and Boromir went on one of their daily walks together and left us. But
I heard from the pavilion that the hobbits share, Sam speaking of
adding another verse to the elven lament.
“The finest rockets ever seen. They burst in stars of blue and
green. And after thunder, silver showers come falling like a rain of
flowers. That doesn’t do ‘em justice, not by a long shot.” It made me
smile at the different memories that this wizard left behind. Well, I
must turn in now but I will write more later. Until then,
January 31, 3019 Third Age of Middle
The days pass quickly by in this blessed realm. During the day,
the weather is cool and refreshing and the evenings are warm and
inviting. It reminds me of summer days at the Dol Amroth and the
gardens in Minas Tirith in autumn. If I could, I believe I would remain
here for a very long while.
Today I have learned both a little more about one of my fellow
members of the fellowship and a new song. As I walking, I heard singing
somewhere up ahead. I thought at first that it might be one of the
elves singing a lament for Mithrandir. But as I listened, the singing
did not seem to have the right quality to be that of an elf. I passed
another tree and saw Samwise Gamgee lying against the tree trunk. He
had been the one singing.
I guess he heard me because he stopped and blushed when he saw me.
“Please don’t stop. It was very nice.”
“Oh, it was nothin’ really,” Sam said bashfully.
“Oblige me then,” I coaxed. “What was that you were singing just now?”
“It were a song Mr. Bilbo taught me when he was telling all his
stories and such,” he began. “It were about this one elf who fought in
the battle against the Dark Lord. He was called Gil-galad.”
Now I knew what he was talking about. I remembered studying about
him during my history lessons in Minas Tirith. “Please, will you sing
it for me?”
Sam’s face turned pink when I asked him. “If you insist,” he replied.
And he began to sing.
Gil-galad was an elven king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
The last whose realm was fair and free
Between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
His shining helm afar was seen;
The countless stars of heaven’s field
Were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
And where he dwelleth none can say;
For into darkness fell his star
In Mordor where the shadows are.
As he sang, I closed my eyes and listened as he told the story of
Gil-galad. I could almost see the elf-captain with flowing golden hair
and shining armor. I had tears in my eyes when he finished.
“I’m sorry, Miss Gilrael. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” said he
seeing my tears.
“It’s alright, Mr. Gamgee,” I replied wiping away my tears.
“You’ll probably see me cry often upon this journey and many times for
no reason that you can fathom.” I smiled. “Would you mind just calling
me Gilrael from now on?”
“Only if you call me Sam like everyone else.”
“Very well, Sam,” said I as I stood up. “Until tomorrow then.” And
I smiled and walked away. It has been so long since I have heard any
singing and it was pleasant to hear the hobbit’s voice singing of
things that probably seem very distant to them. Well, until later.