Post by Alena6970 on Apr 21, 2004 9:19:44 GMT -5
C H A P T E R 1
THE TRANSFORMATION
“This power. What will happen to me if I take it?”
Areleni couldn’t believe she was actually considering taking it. She loved the kingdom that would one day be hers; she loved being a princess. A voice originating from all around her spoke, but she did not know where it was coming from.
“You will be queen of my realm. You will be at a higher order than my own daughter. It is hard to believe, but the ring will give you all of this...and more.”
“How can you say that? Who is your daughter?” Questions flooded her mind.
“My daughter you ask,” there was a pause and then from the voice came laughter, “Do you not know? Whom have you told things that you have not even spoken of to your mother and father...to anyone? Who is the one person you would not expect?”
Areleni shuttered. She could now feel hot, angry tears filling her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She could not, and refused, to believe it.
“No, Saphira wouldn’t have. I trusted her; she trusted me!” The voice then hushed to a whisper and began to tell Areleni all the things that she had told Saphira: her deepest secrets and ambitions... everything. Now she had to take it, the one thing that would make her a queen. Her eyes looked up, unmoving. Her mind raced. Now she would seek revenge on Saphira! She could feel rage, pain, and sorrow all at once. She then stood up and screamed, but all that came out was: “Saphira!!!” Startled, either by her own thoughts or rage, she woke up. Sweat was pouring down her face and her hands were trembling. “It was only a dream...wasn’t it?”
********************* From his chambers, Aragorn could see the entire kingdom, his kingdom. He cherished it. Among the many things he loved were his wife, Lady Arwen, and his daughter, Areleni. He could not help thinking of the day when Areleni would receive the kingdom. He looked forward to it, although some people frowned upon the idea of a female governing Gondor. Aragorn also remembered what he had done before he was crowned king. He recalled traveling around Middle-earth with the Fellowship. Although, the thing he remembered most of all was the fact that he did not want to be a king. One of his forefathers, Isildur, yielded to the powers of the One Ring. Aragorn was afraid that this flaw might be in him as well. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted when Arwen came running into the room shouting. “Aragorn! She’s gone. I cannot find her anywhere.” Arwen threw herself into his arms and began to cry. Horrible visions were racing threw his mind. He did not know where his daughter was, whom she was with, or...if she was alive.
“When did you realize she was gone?”
“I went to the citadel. She said she wanted to tend to the White Tree. When she was not there I asked everyone I saw if they had seen her.”
“And...?”Aragorn asked with a slight tremble in his voice.
“No one has seen her all day.” She started to sob even more.
“Did you search everywhere?”
“Of course.” King Elessar, as the people of Gondor knew him, had never seen his wife so petrified. Her hands began to shake violently. Suddenly, a man rushed into the room. He was breathless and pale.
“My Lady! My Lord! I was following a deer along the Great River and found this.” Aragorn and Arwen’s hearts sank. The man held up a silver glittering necklace.
“I gave that to Areleni when she was a child. She has never taken it off. Something is dreadfully wrong.”
********************* “Everything is spinning.” Areleni woke up on a hard stone floor. “Where am I? What happened? Who are you?” There were so many questions, but not enough answers. “You do not know who I am? I am sure your father does. Does your father even know you are here?” “No,” she answered ashamedly. “I am sure he would be furious if he knew you came to MY CAVE!” The man had a hypnotizing voce. When he stepped into the pale torch-lit room she could slightly make out various indications to his appearance. He looked wise, but frightening. One attribute Areleni identified immediately was his hair. It was long, straight, and a grayish-white color. It reminded her of someone. “Saphira!” she screamed. “She is in her chamber sleeping,” he said casually. Areleni’s head began to spin again. “What happened to me?” she asked in a voice full of pain. “You accepted my offer. Do you not remember?” he answered back slyly. “Now you are the ruler of the Caves, of all things dark!” he shouted with a deafening tone. “Your body is not used to the power of the source. That is why are faint. You will come to endure it.” “Make it stop. I refuse to go through this pain!” “If you refuse the power it will only get worse. You cannot fight it. You will succumb to the ring’s power!” “What ring?” “Look for yourself.” Areleni glanced down at her left hand. Upon her ‘ring’ finger was a ring made of a black stone with an inscription out of mithril. The inscription was in Sindarin Elvish. Areleni was exceedingly fluent in this language. Her mother and father taught it to her whenever they could. She steadily turned her hand, deciphering the letters.
It is seen in the common script as: Recedion, the replicated ring, the source of power to anybody who will welcome it, the bearer for the Great Evil when it shall return, and forever bound to Saruman the Black. She could not believe whom she was standing before. She was standing before Saruman, a once honored and powerful wizard, highest order of the Istari, until he turned to the dark side. Between the years of 2759 and 2770, according to Shire reckoning, he started to aid the dreaded Dark Lord, Sauron. Saruman helped Sauron in his master plan to find the One Ring of Power. If Sauron could obtain this ring once more his spirit would take form again and seek the destruction of all Middle-earth. After some time, Saruman began to become conscious of the dominating powers of the ring. Now, instead of helping the Dark Lord rejoin with it, he wanted it for himself. When the fellowship of the ring, he ring now in Frodo Baggins’ possession, succeeded in the mission of destroying the ring, Sauron’s spirit was said to have also been destroyed. Saruman the White, banished from the White counsel and homeless, had nowhere to go. Then he found the shelter of the Caves. Areleni could not move. She felt as if she was cemented to the floor. The torches went out and off in the distance she could make out the sound of footsteps. Areleni determined that an hour had gone by since her encounter with Saruman and the remote footsteps. She was alone in the dark for an entire hour, but not anymore. She was gradually falling asleep, being exhausted from the power transfers. Just before her eyes closed a face emerged in front of her. Areleni was looking at Saphira, positioned above her, but the look on her face did not seem friendly. Something was different. “Saphira! Where have you been? What’s wrong?” “I was sleeping in my room. I was tired,” she murmured through clenched teeth. “Here, let me help you up,” she encouraged with a strange tone. Areleni accepted the kind-seeming gesture and held out her hand. “What is this?!” Saphira demanded with sudden rage. “I am not exactly sure,” Areleni replied. “Hurry, I need to get home. My mother and father are probably frantic.” “We are not going anywhere! I cannot believe he granted it to you after all these years! I deserve it; it should be on my hand! Recedion will be mine!” Saphira was furious. Areleni had never seen her act this way before. Could this small piece of jewelry really be that important? Could this ring change the things that she wanted? Saphira then became calm and gazed at her friend. “May I hold it?” she requested with an evil smile.
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THE TRANSFORMATION
“This power. What will happen to me if I take it?”
Areleni couldn’t believe she was actually considering taking it. She loved the kingdom that would one day be hers; she loved being a princess. A voice originating from all around her spoke, but she did not know where it was coming from.
“You will be queen of my realm. You will be at a higher order than my own daughter. It is hard to believe, but the ring will give you all of this...and more.”
“How can you say that? Who is your daughter?” Questions flooded her mind.
“My daughter you ask,” there was a pause and then from the voice came laughter, “Do you not know? Whom have you told things that you have not even spoken of to your mother and father...to anyone? Who is the one person you would not expect?”
Areleni shuttered. She could now feel hot, angry tears filling her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She could not, and refused, to believe it.
“No, Saphira wouldn’t have. I trusted her; she trusted me!” The voice then hushed to a whisper and began to tell Areleni all the things that she had told Saphira: her deepest secrets and ambitions... everything. Now she had to take it, the one thing that would make her a queen. Her eyes looked up, unmoving. Her mind raced. Now she would seek revenge on Saphira! She could feel rage, pain, and sorrow all at once. She then stood up and screamed, but all that came out was: “Saphira!!!” Startled, either by her own thoughts or rage, she woke up. Sweat was pouring down her face and her hands were trembling. “It was only a dream...wasn’t it?”
********************* From his chambers, Aragorn could see the entire kingdom, his kingdom. He cherished it. Among the many things he loved were his wife, Lady Arwen, and his daughter, Areleni. He could not help thinking of the day when Areleni would receive the kingdom. He looked forward to it, although some people frowned upon the idea of a female governing Gondor. Aragorn also remembered what he had done before he was crowned king. He recalled traveling around Middle-earth with the Fellowship. Although, the thing he remembered most of all was the fact that he did not want to be a king. One of his forefathers, Isildur, yielded to the powers of the One Ring. Aragorn was afraid that this flaw might be in him as well. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted when Arwen came running into the room shouting. “Aragorn! She’s gone. I cannot find her anywhere.” Arwen threw herself into his arms and began to cry. Horrible visions were racing threw his mind. He did not know where his daughter was, whom she was with, or...if she was alive.
“When did you realize she was gone?”
“I went to the citadel. She said she wanted to tend to the White Tree. When she was not there I asked everyone I saw if they had seen her.”
“And...?”Aragorn asked with a slight tremble in his voice.
“No one has seen her all day.” She started to sob even more.
“Did you search everywhere?”
“Of course.” King Elessar, as the people of Gondor knew him, had never seen his wife so petrified. Her hands began to shake violently. Suddenly, a man rushed into the room. He was breathless and pale.
“My Lady! My Lord! I was following a deer along the Great River and found this.” Aragorn and Arwen’s hearts sank. The man held up a silver glittering necklace.
“I gave that to Areleni when she was a child. She has never taken it off. Something is dreadfully wrong.”
********************* “Everything is spinning.” Areleni woke up on a hard stone floor. “Where am I? What happened? Who are you?” There were so many questions, but not enough answers. “You do not know who I am? I am sure your father does. Does your father even know you are here?” “No,” she answered ashamedly. “I am sure he would be furious if he knew you came to MY CAVE!” The man had a hypnotizing voce. When he stepped into the pale torch-lit room she could slightly make out various indications to his appearance. He looked wise, but frightening. One attribute Areleni identified immediately was his hair. It was long, straight, and a grayish-white color. It reminded her of someone. “Saphira!” she screamed. “She is in her chamber sleeping,” he said casually. Areleni’s head began to spin again. “What happened to me?” she asked in a voice full of pain. “You accepted my offer. Do you not remember?” he answered back slyly. “Now you are the ruler of the Caves, of all things dark!” he shouted with a deafening tone. “Your body is not used to the power of the source. That is why are faint. You will come to endure it.” “Make it stop. I refuse to go through this pain!” “If you refuse the power it will only get worse. You cannot fight it. You will succumb to the ring’s power!” “What ring?” “Look for yourself.” Areleni glanced down at her left hand. Upon her ‘ring’ finger was a ring made of a black stone with an inscription out of mithril. The inscription was in Sindarin Elvish. Areleni was exceedingly fluent in this language. Her mother and father taught it to her whenever they could. She steadily turned her hand, deciphering the letters.
It is seen in the common script as: Recedion, the replicated ring, the source of power to anybody who will welcome it, the bearer for the Great Evil when it shall return, and forever bound to Saruman the Black. She could not believe whom she was standing before. She was standing before Saruman, a once honored and powerful wizard, highest order of the Istari, until he turned to the dark side. Between the years of 2759 and 2770, according to Shire reckoning, he started to aid the dreaded Dark Lord, Sauron. Saruman helped Sauron in his master plan to find the One Ring of Power. If Sauron could obtain this ring once more his spirit would take form again and seek the destruction of all Middle-earth. After some time, Saruman began to become conscious of the dominating powers of the ring. Now, instead of helping the Dark Lord rejoin with it, he wanted it for himself. When the fellowship of the ring, he ring now in Frodo Baggins’ possession, succeeded in the mission of destroying the ring, Sauron’s spirit was said to have also been destroyed. Saruman the White, banished from the White counsel and homeless, had nowhere to go. Then he found the shelter of the Caves. Areleni could not move. She felt as if she was cemented to the floor. The torches went out and off in the distance she could make out the sound of footsteps. Areleni determined that an hour had gone by since her encounter with Saruman and the remote footsteps. She was alone in the dark for an entire hour, but not anymore. She was gradually falling asleep, being exhausted from the power transfers. Just before her eyes closed a face emerged in front of her. Areleni was looking at Saphira, positioned above her, but the look on her face did not seem friendly. Something was different. “Saphira! Where have you been? What’s wrong?” “I was sleeping in my room. I was tired,” she murmured through clenched teeth. “Here, let me help you up,” she encouraged with a strange tone. Areleni accepted the kind-seeming gesture and held out her hand. “What is this?!” Saphira demanded with sudden rage. “I am not exactly sure,” Areleni replied. “Hurry, I need to get home. My mother and father are probably frantic.” “We are not going anywhere! I cannot believe he granted it to you after all these years! I deserve it; it should be on my hand! Recedion will be mine!” Saphira was furious. Areleni had never seen her act this way before. Could this small piece of jewelry really be that important? Could this ring change the things that she wanted? Saphira then became calm and gazed at her friend. “May I hold it?” she requested with an evil smile.
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