The Other Ranger [ Lord Of The Rings x Silmarillion ]

The Book

Miril was starving after the Council and she soon split from Aragorn’s company.  She went to the kitchens for a bite to eat and got a salad and some bread.  Tired of sitting indoors, she took her meal with her out into the sunshine and ate in one of the many gardens of Imladris.  There she ran into the Lady Arwen.

“How are you, my Lady,” Miril asked the elf-maiden.

Arwen smiled, “Quite well, Miril, quite well.  How was the Council?”

“Long,” Miril admitted, “but engaging.  I learned much.”

The two women spoke at length about various matters.  They weren’t good friends by any stretch of the imagination; Miril had met Arwen only a few times in her travels, and then it was mostly in Lothlorien.  But the two women were a minority when surrounded by so many men so they had to stick together.

Soon however, Miril said goodbye to Arwen and retreated to her bedroom to sleep.  She was rather tired after the Council and wanted to take a nap.  Climbing into bed, she had strange dreams.  Her dream was filled with red.  A red sky and a red ocean.  A great ship was on the red sea, and a shining jewel was in the water.  For some reason, Miril knew it was a choice.  She could either choose the jewel, or choose the ship.  Then a voice spoke:

“A red dawn that day will be, when at last you choose between Jewel and Sea.”

She wondered what it meant.

When she awoke, Miril pulled on her shoes and slipped out the door.  The moon was high in the sky, and she guessed it was around eleven o’clock.  Heading to the Last Homely House in Imladris, Miril walked into the main room and asked a maiden whether or not the Sons of Elrond had returned.

“Yes,” the woman nodded, “They are in council with Lord Elrond, Lord Aragorn, and Mithrandir.  Down the hall to the left.”

“Thanks!”

Miril walked down the hall and knocked on the wooden door before opening it.  Inside there was a beautiful skylight, from which moonlight streamed down through onto the center of a large circular table.  Candles adorned the rest of the room, causing light to dance all around.  Gandalf, Aragorn, Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir sat around the table.

“Ah, Miril,” Elrond nodded, “We sent Aragorn to fetch you, but you were asleep and he decided not to wake you.”

Miril nodded.“Welcome back.”

Elladan and Elrohir smiled and nodded back.

“So,” Miril asked, “What are we talking about?”

“We were briefing them on the Council,” Aragorn explained.

Miril took her seat with a nod and listened as Elrond told his sons about the council.

“So Saruman is a traitor,” Elrohir snarled, “How repulsive.”

“How long were his councils tainted, I wonder,” said Elladan.

“Who can ever know,” Gandalf replied.

“We are sending out scouts,” Elrond told Miril, “Scouts to get in contact with the Rangers and the Elves.”

“Who is going?”

“I’m sending the four of you,” Elrond replied, gesturing towards Aragorn, Miril, Elladan, and Elrohir, “Get in touch with the Dunedain as you can, then Elladan, Elrohir, head east down Celebrant and into your grandparents’ country.”

“I should be able to get in contact with Halbarad’s company, and maybe a few other scattered folk,” Aragorn agreed, “We will search down the Greyflood all the way to Tharbad.”