Fan Fiction ❯ Suraj Hua Maddham ❯ Confined Communication ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9 "Confined Communication."

Author Notes: Whee~! 104 reviews! Thank you all so much! And because you've all been so nice to me (and for those who have skipped their medication!) this one's for you! Enjoy and please review!

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Terraei

Farandël stared in shock at the female Elf standing before him. Now that she mentioned it, she did look almost identical to him, sans the blue eyes. 'Sister? How can that be? I mean, you must realise that I was a hobbit not too long ago…Sasha. How could you be my sister?' he asked.

Sasha smiled and took his hand. Turning it to the side, Farandël saw a small symbol. It was an Elvish character that, by Farandël's translation meant… 'Family,' Sasha finished for him, and showed him the exact same one on her forearm. 'It is hard to explain, but I'm going to try my best. Since you were a hobbit your destiny was not only to take the One Ring to Mordor, but also to be Farandël, heir of Fëanor. I've always been an elf. For so many millennia, I have waited for you.'

'Okay, I've had two really insane Elves already tell me that. What makes you so different? Why is everyone waiting for me?' Farandël asked, still staring at the symbol. 'What is so important about me?'

Sasha gave a small smile. 'You do not grasp the magnitude of your role, Farandël. Not only are you meant to be the ruler over all the Elven lands, but there is a power deep inside you, one that rivals the power of the Dark Lord Sauron.' She turned to the orb. 'This Legolas has told you about Fëanor's seven sons, has he not?' Farandël nodded. 'He also had a daughter, and that is me.'

'How come no one knows about that?' Farandël asked, then thought about it. 'How am I his heir if I was a hobbit?'

'No one knows because Fëanor didn't want a daughter,' Sasha said, surprisingly calm about the matter. 'He kept me locked in the castle, and it was during those long years of being kept like that I developed my mage abilities.' Giving a small sigh, she continued. 'As for you, Fëanor's seven sons were not … how shall I say it? Capable enough to be his heir, so Fëanor consulted one of his advisors, who was a psychic, and this advisor told him of a hobbit who's destiny was far greater than any before him.

'Needless to say, Fëanor was interested. The advisor spoke of great power within the hobbit, and Fëanor knew then that this hobbit would be his heir. But no one had ever heard of an Elf choosing a hobbit to be an heir, so he asked the advisor what to do. "Not to worry," the advisor said, "when this hobbit meets the lady Galadriel, he will drink from the fountain. The water in her fountain is said to show those who drink from it their destiny." Fëanor was pleased. He would finally have his worthy heir.

'But to make it work, he would need the blood of someone pure. None of his sons were pure, so he was forced to remember he had me. He forged the ring using the advisor's magic and my blood, and after he died, his soul was locked in the ring's stone,' Sasha explained, looking at Farandël. 'Technically we are not siblings, but I feel closer to you than I ever did my father.'

'Sasha, I am sorry for what happened to you,' Farandël said, biting his lip. 'I lived with Bilbo for most of my life, and I never really knew my parents, but you did, and to be treated like that is something no one, Elf, Hobbit or whatever should go through.' He cleared his throat a little, and looked back to the orb. 'But I must contact Legolas. I fear for him. Elves have been known to die from extreme grief.'

The black mage nodded and walked over to the orb with Farandël. 'Indeed, Legolas is not faring well without you. I was surprised on how much you meant to him. I shouldn't have doubted the fair Galadriel's prophecy. We do not have a lot of time for this to work, so I am going to need your full co-operation. You are going to do exactly like I tell you or the orb will not work. It burned you the last time, didn't it?'

Farandël frowned at the memory. 'Yes. It did.'

Sasha took one of his hands and put it on the respective side of the orb. Taking the other one, she put the fair right hand of the Heir of Fëanor on the right side of the orb. Farandël was pleased when there was no shock that nearly burnt his hands. 'Now listen closely. This requires your full concentration. But use a little bit of that concentration on my voice.' Farandël nodded and focused on the slightly glowing orb in front of him. 'Say this entire incantation right after I do.'

'Alright,' Farandël confirmed. 'I'm ready.'

Immediately, Sasha began. 'I am the heir of the great warrior Fëanor, the soul of fire, I command thee, show me the one that has captured my heart. Show me the one to which my soul belongs!'

Farandël took a second to fully remember the incantation, and said, 'I am the heir of the great warrior Fëanor, the soul of fire, I command thee, show me the one that has captured my heart. Show me the one to which my soul belongs!'

-FLASH-

Legolas was sitting by the ousted fire, poking at the ashes with one of his arrows. The rest of the Fellowship was packing up their things, as they were to go to Rivendell immediately with Haldir and his men. Ever since Farandël was captured, a heavy weight was upon his heart and he found it difficult to go on. He couldn't even remembered how he got to sleep the night before. As the hours went by, he felt weak, even though Sam insisted that he eat to keep up his strength for the journey ahead. Nothing mattered to him anymore. 'Life is but a walking shadow,' Legolas murmured. 'It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.' [1] He jabbed at the ashes a few more times. 'Nothing.'

Suddenly, the burnt wood that had died earlier in the morning burst into flames, causing Legolas to cry out, falling backwards off the rock he was sitting on. "By the Gods! What is this? I set no fire to these pieces of wood!" Legolas cried out in common speech. Everyone dropped what they were doing and looked over to the shocked Elf. A face appeared in the healthy flames, and Legolas' blue eyes widened. "Farandël?"

At this, everyone ran over and indeed saw the face of their departed friend. "Legolas!" Farandël exclaimed happily. "It works!"

Legolas was about to touch the flame when he realised that it was still fire and it would still burn him. "My love, are you alright? Where are you?"

Farandël frowned. "That is a little hard to explain. How I am talking to you is another thing that will take some time to explain. Is Aragorn there?"

Aragorn stepped up beside Legolas and knelt down to one knee. "Yes, I am."

"You two will most likely make more sense of what I am about to tell you," Farandël said. "I do not have much time. I am in the kingdom of Terraei; the Elves know it as The Lost Kingdom. I was taken by three mercenaries working for The Elder of the Kingdom, and he told me that I was to rule over the Elven lands from Terraei, and that I was to marry his daughter, Fyora. As you can imagine, I wasn't too pleased about this. They took me to my chambers where I found this orb called Farandël's Soul and myself can use it alone. My sister, Sasha, is the one who told me how to use the orb-"

Legolas interjected, "wait a moment, Sister? How can you have a sister?"

Farandël looked around and gave a nod to the other person, presumably this Sasha, turning back to Legolas. "That is a longer story that must wait until I can contact you again. That is all I know about what has happened to me. I wanted to say one thing: Legolas, I love you and please do not get too sad over my absence. I am healthy, and I still love you. Oh no! Someone is coming. Goodbye, Legolas." With that, the flames extinguished themselves. Legolas reached out to the smoke longingly.

Aragorn put a hand on Legolas' shoulder and the two rose to their feet. "Terraei. I've heard of that place. I thought it only existed in folklore. But Arwen and Elrond will know more than you and I, Legolas. Haldir! We must make haste!"

Haldir nodded and yelled the orders to his men. "Hurry with those preparations! We are on our way to Rivendell!" he turned to Legolas. "You will ride with me. Aragorn, you will take one of the halflings on the spare horse." Everyone got on the same horses as they had done before, and began the long journey back to Rivendell. It had been a long time since they had been to the house of Elrond, since the last time they were there, was for the original mission-to destroy the Ring of Sauron. How greatly things have changed…

Rivendell

Elrond paced pensively in his chambers as he awaited the arrival of Farandël and the rest of the Fellowship. While the Ring being destroyed was in fact the real top priority, this emergence of the heir of Fëanor was something that could not be destroyed. He had conversed with the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, and they all agreed: Farandël's rule over the Elven lands was something that could not be ignored. If he accepted his fate in the fabled land of Terraei…Elrond wouldn't want to think of the repercussions that would incite. "Father," the velvet voice of his daughter Arwen Evenstar brought him out of his thoughts.

He turned around to her and noticed idly that the pendant he had given her was vacant from around her milky white neck. "Yes, Arwen?"

She glanced out the window and turned back to him. "They are here." Just as Elrond was about to hurry out of the chamber, Arwen stopped him. "But there is one problem." Elrond waited patiently for her to explain to him just what this problem was. "Farandël is not with them. Haldir wishes to speak to you immediately." Elrond gave a nod and walked out quickly to where the depleted Fellowship stood.

"Elrond!" Haldir exclaimed, jumping off of his horse and running over to the elder Elf. "I am afraid I have some bad news."

"Is it about Farandël?" Elrond asked. Haldir nodded and glanced sideways to Legolas, who looked extremely worse for wear. "Legolas…"

"I'll be fine Elrond," Legolas assured, straightening his posture. "I just haven't slept well on our journey over here."

Elrond nodded. "Very well. What is the news you bring to me about Farandël?"

Haldir explained everything that Legolas had told him as well as Aragorn. "This is all that transpired once we had first seen Farandël. He was not always Farandël, Lord Elrond, he was once Frodo Baggins, the transformation occurred when-"

"When he drank from Lady Galadriel's fountain. I've heard," Elrond nodded, and turned to Legolas. "I know also of your part in this, Legolas Greenleaf. We will do all in our power to get Farandël back. But take to heart that he would not give away his destiny so easily. Arwen! Lead these tired travellers to their rooms." As his daughter led everyone away, Elrond stopped Aragorn. "You know Legolas fairly well, Aragorn. How has he been since Farandël's been kidnapped?"

Isildur's heir gave a sigh. "It's been up and down, Elrond. When Farandël talked to him through the fire, he seemed ecstatic, back to normal. But as soon as the image vanished, he went back into a shell, not talking to anyone, eating very little and sleeping even less. I can assure you that Pippin and I have been looking after him extensively." Aragorn looked to Legolas' retreating figure. "I've never seen him like this before."

Elrond looked to Aragorn after having his eyes closed for a moment. "All we can do know is do all within our power to get inside the Kingdom of Terraei and pray that Farandël is not tricked into marrying Fyora. If he marries Fyora, what will happen are not the Elven lands being united as the legend goes, but Terraei will declare war on the world. And with Farandël, whose power matches that even of Sauron, we won't win."

Aragorn raised an eyebrow. "You mean to say that Farandël's power matches that of the dark lord Sauron?"

Arwen's father gave a nod. "Yes…but what no one knows is that Farandël has the power to overture the power of the One Ring from Sauron to himself."

-TBC-

Author's notes: Sorry about the long wait! I had a lot of schoolwork and finally I got the time to finish this chapter. Please review with your feedback, I'd really appreciate it!

[1] Bonus points for anyone who can tell me where I got these lines. Hint: Think Shakespeare