Of The Sun (The Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings/LOTR)

Pt. 1 - Chapter 11 - Stone Giants

The party began to sneak through the paths of Rivendell, heading out with all their belongings with as much haste as they could muster without rising suspicion. She took them to the edge of the cliffs that ran along the valley that Rivendell sat as head of and ushered them past her one by one, counting her companions as they went and began their trek up the narrow pathway.

The young brothers were last just after Bilbo and Ana stopped to turn back to the elven kingdom. She looked up to the high peak where she knew the council would be convened. Her eyes focused on a white silhouette on the edge of the platform. A tall graceful slim figure standing and looking out to her.

"Be wary, my child." Came Galadriel's voice, the sound echoing inside her mind. "Your journey is far from over."

"Mithrandir..." Anariel began, needing to know one thing from her mother before she left. One thing that had scarcely left her mind. "He has with him a blade. It..."

"A morgul blade." She finished.

"Angmar was buried with that blade, mother. Sealed within a tomb warded by enchantments."

"Yes. But the fortress of Dol Guldor is not your destination, child... and this a matter you need not your worry over. Go now. While you still have time." She lauded a moment and when she continued there was something darker in her tone. Something lower. "Your friend awaits."

Anariel glanced over her shoulder and saw Fili standing there waiting with a look of concern on his face, the others having walked ahead with speed.

She smiled at him and he did not believe it to be genuine. Like she was sad. Sad to be leaving. She was alaways sad to be leaving such places. It always felt like walking away with a rope thethered to your heart. Trying to tug you backwards. She was sure that feeling would be able to guide her home blindfolded if she followed it.

"Keep moving, Fili, we must hurry."

"Is that..."

"Yes." She nodded. He wouldn't have been able to see Galadriel as clear as she could as far away as she was, but the Lady of the Light was not a figure easily missed even at a distance. "Now go." She insisted with a hand gently placed on his shoulder as he turned.

"Think not on Dol Guldor or Angmar." Galadriel called. "That is not an evil for you to fight yet, Anariel. But do not forget it entirely. I love you, my daughter... and I shall always be at your side... you know how."

"I cannot."

"You must learn."

Her feet carried her back to the front of the group in silence as Fili watched curiously sensing that she was not quite her self.

"Be on your guard." Thorin called to the company. "We're about to step over the edge of the wild." Bilbo glanced over his shoulder taking in the final sight of the great palace. "Master Baginns. I suggest you keep up." Thorin said.

"What is it?" Fili's voice soon asked her when he decided he couldn't wait much longer. She looked down to the young Dwarf curiously.

"What?"

"Something happened back there."

"I love to travel, but I do not particularly love walking away from home. A second home Rivendell may be but home all the same. I especially do not like leaving without proper goodbyes, but it had to be done. I should also like to note that I am not pleased in leaving my horse." Came her reply. Fili's eyes narrowed. She was not lying but there was more. She smiled again at his look before deciding to continue. "The blade of the Witch-King... Gandalf is showing it to the council. So that they might investigate Dol Gukdor where Radagast said he found it."