Mary Sue Challenge

Nár Tinwen (or: a Journey of Names)

9. A Solitary Fire

Tinwen was well on her way to the Grey Havens when she entered a strange land. A land of peace and plenty it was, and known by the name of Shire. And the people that dwelt there were strange indeed; hobbits they called themselves, small and hair-footed. Tinwen disguised herself as one of them, a grey-haired outlander. She marvelled at the homeliness of their underhill houses, their savoury cookings, and the quality of their beer. Indeed, she ended up spending decades in the Shire instead of just passing by, so well she liked the hobbit lifestyle of pleasure and childish curiosity. The name she chose to call herself was Tinwen Hawkfeather. The Brandybucks liked her, the Tooks adored her, and others endured her. In their opinion it was wise of her that she did not flaunt her outlandish experiences at their faces like most travellers, but remained content sitting quietly at one tavern-corner or another, and it was only after persistent urging that she would tell stories of elves and foreign lands.

One sunny day she met another traveller at the Green Dragon Inn, and this one knew her beneath her new looks.

'Well met, Tinwen Hiníel!' he said.

'Olórin!' she whispered.

'The tides of the world are changing, and a new wind rises from the Shire! Strange that I should meet you here. What is your business in this land?'

'Of the tides and winds I know nothing, I am here doing nothing in particular, and even if I had any business it would not be your business!'

'I'm sorry', he said, and to show that he was he bought her a beer. Before she knew Tinwen was chattering away all she knew of the current rumours, especially those concerning a certain Bilbo Baggins.

'He's a honest old fellow, no doubt about it. And a good listener, you know. He appreciates poetry, really. Too bad I cannot tell him it was I that wrote 'the lament of Gil-Galad'. But children he doesn't understand, not one bit. You see, he has this little orphan Frodo that he's spoiling horribly. I've got my little house in Hobbiton and an apple orchard and this boy Frodo, he's always stealing my apples, although the Bagginses have apple-trees of their own. But, mind you, he's a sweet kid in his own way, always greets me so politely. Not like some kids that call me 'old bat' when they think I'm not listening.'

When Olórin departed, he warned Tinwen that evil times were coming and she'd better take shelter somewhere safe. She replied she was going to go to Lothlorien after having visited Cirdan. So she did.

And the evil times came, times that are fully described elsewhere, and finally the war swept Lorien , too, and once more Tinwen Hiníel went to battle, and once more the enemy was slain. And then came the day that the chains on Tinwen's neck crumbled to dust, and the Morglin-stone shattered to pieces, and she knew her enemy was destroyed. Sauron was dead!

Not long after, having learned who and what overcame the Enemy, Tinwen made her journey westwards. As a spirit little more than a wisp of smoke she crossed the ocean, and then she stopped on Tol Eresseä. Eönwë was delighted to find her again.

'Hiníel, my darling one! How I have missed you!'

'Then why did you leave me?'

'Because Manwë commanded me to.'

'Then why did you not return?'

'I had work to do here.'

'I do not believe you had work every moment. I think you were afraid.'

'Do you forgive me that much?'

'I am sorry. I cannot forget my years in Middle-Earth. I cannot love you any longer.'

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

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Author: Arwen Imladviel

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Rating: General

Last Updated: 01/02/03

Original Post: 07/30/02

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