Story [Tolkien] Hither & Yon: An Eventful Sojourn in Middle-Earth DDC 2021 (Gandalf)

by WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

Disclaimer: Borrowing with much affection and admiration!

Note: Thanks to @brodiew amongst others for this nifty title

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Prelude

As I departed the Undying Lands on a mission of succor to Middle-Earth little did I know the twists and turns my journey to Sauron's vanquishment would take. Nor could I have foreseen the unwavering loyalty and courage I would find amongst the inhabitants therein, of many diverse races: the immortal Eldar, the long-lived Men, and most unique of all, the inhabitants of the Shire.

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Promising start, curious where this will go.

 

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When I arrived at the Grey Havens, I found a bustling attractive seaside harbor and settlement.

Cirdan, the Shipwright, was renowned for building swift vessels which were able to withstand the most turbulent seas.

He welcomed me upon my arrival and over a fine repast told of his many adventures amongst the inhabitants of the near regions.

He then gave me a treasured item, crafted by the jewelsmith Celebrimbor, a ruby ring set in gold.

"It is endowed with the ability to ward off weariness and discouragement, and instills courage and fortitude against the Darkness whenever it encroaches."

I thanked him most sincerely; I had a prescience it would prove most useful.

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And so the journey begins...

 

Excellent update Nyota. I think you are capturing the spirit of Tolkien well and the wise voice of our favourite wizard.

 

Thanks so much. I love Gandalf muchly.
I was introduced to him and the amazing adventures of Bilbo when I read "The Hobbit" back in the day. That's how it all started.

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On these strange shores, I met one whose inner and outer radiance reminded me of the ones I had left behind, for in fact, she was one such of this noble race who had journeyed to this land.

Galadriel, whose tresses were as noontide and whose eyes were keen as twilit stars.

She wore a ring of Power I discerned, since I now bore one of these.

It was a heavy burden but one I felt she was equal to.

I gave her a green gemstone from Yavanna, from across the seas.

"Yavanna is the steward of all growing things, fruits and flowers," I told her. "She had this gem crafted. Something portends that it is to reside with you."

Galadriel gravely accepted it. "Yes, I will hold it ... until its rightful owner arises."

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great posts showing Gandalf and his friends

 

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In what was formerly a verdant, pristine forest near the marches of Lothlorien, a darkness stirs. It settles over the land like a thick fog, infusing all with a nebulous but unmistakable foreboding.

We who have been tasked to guard and watch hope that it is not Sauron returning, but if it is some other threat, it is perilous indeed.

Saruman who resides in Isengard is vigilant. I trust him as a stalwart ally.

Galadriel and Celeborn are fearless and those in Rivendell are unflagging as they provide defenses against any would-be menace as well as a haven for the weary soul.

 

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Galadriel, whose tresses were as noontide and whose eyes were keen as twilit stars.

I cannot explain it, but you captivate me in the Tolkien ficlets. I love Gandalf's voice. But it is not only that. It is the description of Galadriel. Your words give me goosebumps when you describe her mystical splendor. Excellent work.

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Saruman who resides in Isengard is vigilant. I trust him as a stalwart ally.

Stalwart ally, indeed. Gandlaf in headed toward a bitter disappointment.

You did a great job describing the ominous feeling Gandalf gets from the forest ( formerly a verdant, pristine).

 

Well written entires, really fits the spirit of Tolkien.
This is something I really miss in the movies, the poetic side.

 

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Over the past winter, I helped a unique and stalwart race ... in a region named by the inhabitants the Shire. They are commonly called Hobbits or Halflings. They are gentle home-loving folk and are gifted with boundless hospitality and love any occasion for a party. I have been persuaded to entertain them with fireworks during Midsummer celebrations. I must confess that being amongst them provides a serenity and relaxation seldom found in this beleaguered land.

 

And those fireworks, famous for the Hobbits and disastrous for some

 

It's hard to think of anybody needing relaxation more than Gandalf.

 

Thanks for the R&R.

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Five--

I have most recently returned on a most perilous quest, tracking down the whereabouts of King Thrain II who had disappeared. I found him locked away in a very deep dungeon in Moria where he entrusted me with a map and a key to Erebor.
This turn of events was made more dire when I learned that one of the 7 Dwarven Rings had been taken by the ominous power lurking in Mirkwood.

I thereupon promptly convened a meeting of the White Council and apprised them of this.

"We must take action while we can." I urged. "I believe this ominous threat is none other than Sauron resurgent."

Saruman downplayed the entire situation. "If it is Sauron, which I doubt, he can do little without his Ring of Power. That is long lost, doubtless at the very bottom of the Sea."

Saruman's voice held sway with the Council, the majority of whom decided to wait and watch.

I felt a deep foreboding at this course of action.

Of the Council, I could tell Elrond shared my misgivings.

"We must remain ever vigilant," he tells me in private.

"Yes," I agree somberly.

"I would hardly credit that Saruman would suggest such a cautious strategy in light of what you told us," he added thoughtfully.

"It is not what I expected or hoped, either. I only hope we will not regret it."

 

Great writing, feels very Tolkien esque, been rereading LotR in the past weeks again. Really got sucked into it again.

 

Saruman already devious.

 

Tolkienesque-- I love that adjective!

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Six--

Meeting the currently exiled Thorin Oakenshield whose driving purpose was to regain his position as natural and chosen Ruler of the Dwarves under the Mountain.

"That thrice-cursed dragon Smaug has stolen our rightful treasure and bars any successful recovery of it most efficiently!" He told me over warmed spiced cider.

I reflected that certain dark forces would take advantage of such chaos to increase in strength.

"Will you help us? It will take more than pluck and resolve."

I agreed readily enough. I already had a plan forming ...

 

Possibly the most important chance meeting in the history of Middle Earth.
Actually been rewatching the Hobbit movies just this week...