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Aralias, Sam, Ryna, Quoth
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Date Posted: 22:22:04 07/24/02 Wed
Sam stood shocked. Sauron couldn’t be back. It wasn’t possible. Not after all Frodo had been through; it wasn’t fair. It couldn’t be true.
But it was. As much as he or Aragorn could protest it seemed the impossible was happening.
“Who’s coming back Daddy?”
“You remember the bad man Uncle Frodo and I vanquished?”
“I always thought that was just another story. Like that silly one about the pirates that didn’t make any sense.”
Indignant Sam exclaimed, “didn’t make sense?! It was a master piece!” Focusing back on the situation at hand he sighed. “It was fictional however. Sauron was, is about as real as they come. He’s incredibly powerful and incredibly dangerous."
“Death when it cometh shalt have no denial! Farewell my good days they shalt soon be gone” intoned Quoth seriously.
Aralias watched the commotion distractedly before following the route his sister had chosen. Suddenly he stopped hearing a voice that was familiar and yet not so. A mischievous smile lit his face and he halted before the small party of hobbits. His attention focused on the bird seated on the shoulder of the girl child. Sweeping a deep bow he knelt before her.
“Well young lady, what are you doing in such infamous company?”
Ryna giggled. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“This is your father correct?” He pointed at Sam who was talking to Merry and Pippin anxiously off to one side.
“Yes,” Ryna answered apprehensively.
“Unless I am much mistaken and” he added in a confidential whisper “I am not usually wrong, your father was one of the original fellowship that accompanied Elessar and the ring bearer into Mount Doom.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes. Samwise Gamgee is really quite a remarkable young hobbit.”
Ryna laughed again. “Daddy’s not young.”
“He is compared to me.”
“How old are you then?”
“That’s considered quite rude but as you’re young I’ll humour you. Thousands of years at least. I forget exactly how old.”
"Wow that’s really old! You are way older than my dad! I'm only 6, I'm the cleverist around my daddy says. I'm even teaching my raven how to speak common!"
He smiled inwardly at her enthusiasm. "Wow that is clever. But I don't believe you about the raven."
"Oh, you haven't seen my raven, I found him in the woods. I named him Quoth, quite a clever name I think. He is right here on my shoulder. I will prove it to you. Quoth say hello in proper common to the nice man."
"Hello good sir," Quoth did an extravagant bow, stretching his wings out either side of him. "I hope you are feeling well and are not too downhearted about these unfortunate happenings?"
"Charming," Aralias grinned. "You trained him all on your own?"
"Yes, all by myself!" Ryna smiled proudly about her achievement. "When I found him he had completely lost his memory and daddy wasn't too keen on him at first. I had to promise to keep him 'out from under foot' as daddy put it. You can pet him if you like, he likes that, he's very friendly."
Lia stretched out his hand and the raven alighted on his outstretched wrist. Standing up he stroked its downy back. "So my friend how are you enjoying life as a bird?" He almost laughed at loud at this chance meeting. "I'm really very sorry you had to be a raven but it was a last minute thing and I honestly couldn't remember the arrangement of the hawks tail feathers."
Quoth squawked in confusion "This tender lamb knows naught of what you speaketh!"
"Tender lamb? But of course the amnesia. I had forgotten. It's for the best really," he murmured more to himself than to the startled bird still clinging to his sleeve. "He's most impressive young lady," he announced handing the girl back her pet. "Your father must be very proud of you. You must excuse me however. My sister is in urgent need of my presence and I must leave you." He bowed again and brushed her hand with his lips. "It has been a pleasure making your acquaintance and that of Quoth."
He strode out of the throne room and out towards the stables.
His own horse Elemmiire neighed softly as he approached and he reached out to stroke its silky nose. The animal nosed his tunic and he laughed gently. “Nothing for you today I’m afraid.” The horse looked vaguely reproachful and he reflected on how much it had changed in his company, how much more than a dumb animal Elemmiire had become. “There’s a nice long gallop though.” He opened its stall and Lemi walked out and waited patiently for him to release his sister’s steed. “Lets go then.”
You’re talking to a horse Lia, you’re losing it, he thought with a grin.
The courtyard was completely deserted.
“Lemi, stay,” he ordered trusting that the stillness of his own mount would inspire the same in Faeirex’s.
Dusk had fallen and the white tree’s petals were open. He cupped one in an open hand and inhaled the glorious fragrance. “I remember you at the beginning. We are two of a kind; neither one has changed as the world has grown around us.”
He heard shouts, released the flower and gathered up the horses’ reins again
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