Wanderer: 4. Chapter 4

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4. Chapter 4

Ok, I know that Bronwyn is treating Maglor very casually. But, you see, she is not afraid of him. When she saw him a year prior, she twigged he was not an ordinary human. Curiosity has got the better of her; also she is sorry for him. As she says, she takes in strays, and to her, Maglor is just that; she does compare him to a lost dog after all. As for Maglor, he is lonely and depressed, and as he says has fallen far in the world since the first age. So he is happy that someone has taken time to show some concern for him, it after all has been thousands of years since he has experienced kindness, and he is thoroughly enjoying it!

Now for the story...

I put in an appearance just as Bronwyn is sliding a dish into her oven. She looks in my direction, cued by her cat that I must be standing in the doorway.

'Well, now, that's what you look like all cleaned up', she says with a cheeky grin on her face.

'Yes' I reply to her, at a loss for words.

She takes my dirty clothes, and wrinkles her nose, 'Think I'll put these in the washer' she remarks.

She disappears for a minute or two. The cat, which has been staring at me, approaches, purring, and rubbing itself around my legs. Intrigued, I sit down, and look more closely at this little animal. The cat leaps straight onto my lap and settles down, clearly expecting me to pat it, which I do, and am rewarded by an increase in the purring.

'Made a friend I see' Bronwyn spoke from the other doorway.

'Yes, this animal seems to like me', I reply to her.

'Very unusual, she does not like strangers much', Bronwyn is staring at me with a slightly puzzled look on her face.

'Most animals like Elves', I say

'Hhhmmmm, the mystery deepens' says Bronwyn.

'What do you mean', I ask her bewildered. What mystery I think.

'You, silly. You are very mysterious.' She says, the cheeky grin back on her face. 'Of course, now you have to stay long enough for me to solve the mystery'.

I do not answer her, pretending to be concentrating on the cat, which is now playing with me, catching my hand between its paws, and leaping about.

Bronwyn watches for a few minutes, smiling. 'I'm going to have a shower, and get the sand off me. I think you and Cherie can take care of each other for a few minutes.' She vanishes, and then pops back into the room, 'Oh be careful, Maglor, Cherie might start to play rough, and if she does you'll loose a bit of blood, you see she doesn't understand that people bleed easier than other cats,' She cautions me.

I thank her for her warning, and continue to play with the cat. It is entertaining me so much I do not really care if it scratches me.

As I play with the cat I think back on the past. When I threw the Silmaril into the Sea. Lord Ulmo, God of the Waters of the World, appeared to me. Trembling with fear, I had bowed my head to his authority. Ulmo had laughed at me fulfilling the prophecy that one Silmaril would grace the sky, one would live in the fires deep inside the earth, and the third would swim in the Sea forever.

Ulmo had then revealed a prophecy to me, about me. That not until I met a woman who could help me understand forgiveness, until I had helped her with her sorrow and loss, until I could truly love another and learn to love myself again, I was doomed to wander the world alone and lonely.

I feel sorrow welling up in my heart; indeed these years have been long and lonely. Ever had I searched for the woman in the prophecy, never had I found her. I had always the thought she would be an Elf woman, but now I doubted that, in fact I doubted the whole idea that I could be forgiven for my rebellion, for the Oath, and for not fulfilling it.

But Bronwyn, she says I am a mystery, then what is she? I must stay if she will let me, the slight chance that she is one I seek is too important to throw away.

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.

Story Information

Author: Jillian Baade

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: Other

Genre: Romance

Rating: General

Last Updated: 04/26/04

Original Post: 06/26/02

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