Airesiwe

A very large part of me is sincerely hoping that this is a troll. If it is, I am highly amused. If not, I feel a strong desire to kill it. Painfully.

Story Or Series Title: Airesiwe's Tale
Fandom: Tenth Walker, and Movie-verse all the way
Culprit Author's Name: xxSPOTxx

Full Name (plus titles if any): *snerk* Lady Airesiwe Greenleaf of Rivendell (sort of), "Warrior of the West, Princess of the East, Spy of the North, and Friend of the South."
Full Species(es): Elf
Hair Color (include adjectives): "a solid gold brown"
Eye Color (include adjectives): "Both their eyes were blue, but then again, all elves eyes appear to be blue"
Unusual Markings/Colorations: none, but she's only four and a half feet tall. Because she's immortal, doncha know.
Special Possessions (if any): an immortal horse named Firnephel, ten "mind powers" given to her at birth

Annoying Origin: Right. This is the most amazingly convoluted and non-logical one I've ever seen. *deep breath* She is the daughter of Galadriel, who blessed her so she'll look like a teenager forever unless she "takes up her immortality" (wtf?) or "uses up all her power and becomes mortal" (again, wtf?). When she was just a little baby, Lothlorien was attacked by orcs and lots of elves died; Galadriel was attacked while running away with the baby Sue in a basket and knocked unconscious. The basket was picked up by a random elf of Lothlorien, who stuck a "My name is blahblah, please take care of me" note on it and trucked it on over to Rivendell, supposedly so that Lothlorien would be populated by a "new and more magical race of elves," but more likely just to get rid of the nasty thing. So at Rivendell they find this kid, and for no apparent reason assume she's Legolas's sister. They name her Airesiwe Greenleaf and raise her as Arwen's sister, telling her to keep her true origin a secret, again lacking a logical reason. She uses up a bunch of her "mind powers," one of which goes toward making her Pretty Horse immortal. There.
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Well, she's Arwen's "sister", Legolas's "sister", and Galadriel's daughter. Never thought you'd see that one, did you? Oh! And it's strongly hinted that in the sequel, she becomes Frodo's one twu luv. Which, I'm assuming, is why she's short.
Annoying Special Abilities: She's the best warrior in Rivendell, a better archer than Legolas, has telepathy and "mind powers" that work strangely like spells (with magic words and everything!) and manages to steal every meaningful action from every canon character. Seriously. All of them. *She* found the Ring in Gondor, and threw it in a lake where Bilbo found it. *She* gave Sting to Frodo - and it wasn't Elrond who healed him, it was her. She figures out the Moria-riddle, calling Gandalf an idiot. (the riddle in this bizarre world? "What round fruit do you eat starts with a M?") If she hadn't volunteered for the fellowship, nobody would've. It just goes on and on.
Other Annoying Traits: She angsts quite a bit over being a "burden" to the fellowship, and everybody is mean to her. This fic also starts Gimli and Legolas out as close friends, riding the same horse straight out of Rivendell. She has an irritating tendency of yelling "NOT EVER!" when faced with separation from her horse. In fact, she just yells a lot in general.

Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:

Arwen's eyes widened, then narrowed back down to normal size. "You know, you shouldn't be alone, especially in these woods, something evil is coming."

"So, you've had the same thought?"

"No, more like a premonition." Arwen smiled sheepishly. "Besides, you're much to young."

Airesiwe did not grin back. When Airesiwe was born, she was blessed by someone quite powerful, the one thing that many wished for, eternal youth. Airesiwe had been alive for 2,000 years, but still had the appearance of a teenager. She would never grow old, unless she took up her immortality or used up all of her power and became mortal.

"I have more experience in fighting than you will ever have in a lifetime." Airesiwe joked. Although little did she know that it was actually true. Airesiwe was the best warrior in Rivendell. She had been trained intensively at a very young age. "Now if you don't mind, I shall be going now."

"Very well then, but if something happens, hang in there and I'll come by."

"How will you know if I'm in trouble?" Airesiwe had mind powers, but rarely ever used them. She had ten given to her at birth, but had used no more than seven as a child. She now had only three left.

"I know these things, Airesiwe." That sheepish look came across Arwen's face, "Premonitions never lie."

Airesiwe walked to the field in which her horse was kept. Firnephel was Airesiwe's horse ever since she was a child. She, as a child, foolishly casted a magical blessing on the horse to make it have eternal life. He was the oldest of horses there, but like Airesiwe, showed no signs of age.

"Firnephel, oh boy." Airesiwe started to feel tense, but not because of her horse. "I've always wanted to go on an adventure, how 'bout you?"


“I’m sorry,” Airesiwe stuttered, “But I’m not sure we’ve met.” Airesiwe looked at the lady once more, and her eyes got brighter. Airesiwe thought in her head, ‘Why am I even here? It is obvious I do not know this lady. Why does she care who I am?’

“I care deeply who you are, Airesiwe. And you should feel the same about me.” Airesiwe’s mouth fell open.

“You, you, and then,” Airesiwe could barely get the words out, “telekinetic powers!” Airesiwe shouted. “You have telekinetic powers! Oh how I have dreamed of someone who could have such a power as that!” Airesiwe closed her eyes and thought deep and hard. Soon enough, a thought came to her, though not her own.

‘Remember the dream, Airesiwe. Try to remember the dream.’ Airesiwe shivered at the thought. For the dream she had seen occur to her was getting out of control. She now not only dreamed of the mysterious woods, and the lady—

It hit her hard. “The lady in my dream....” Airesiwe trailed off in thought then looked the tall women straight in the eyes “You’re that lady, aren’t you?” Airesiwe could feel her breath getting short, and sat down on a nearby stool. The room darkened, but not in a depressing stage. The sun had just started to peak over the trees and the lady shone even more. Airesiwe prepared herself to talk, and finally words dragged out. “You’re my mom.”

The lady smiled at kneeled down to her level. “Yes, Airesiwe, I am indeed your mother. You are not from Rivendell, but from the woods of Lothlorien. That is why you’re blessed. A month after you were born, Lothlorien was under great attack by orcs. We fought as much as we could, but soon, hope faded. I took you outside in hope to run away, but the enemy found you first. A large orc jumped me and the basket you were in went flying. You hit the ground, and died. I thought I lost you Airesiwe. Nevertheless, the orc took you away. I never saw you since.” Tears started to well up in her eyes. “But you didn’t die. Apparently I received news that the orc was killed by another elf, and he took you to Rivendell. By the healing powers of Elrond, you were saved. It was then that the powers I gave you kicked in. The note attached to your basket, I did not write, but rather the elf that found you. They turned you into a warrior in order to help rebuild Lothlorien with stronger, better, magical elves. I see that that has helped am I not right.”

“Mother,” Airesiwe said and fell into her mother’s arms. They both sobbed as the sun came up and golden rays lit up the dim room. “I won’t lose you again.”


She arrived quickly at the shore of the Great River, not long after winning a short battle with a couple more orcs. She looked at the boats and saw that one was missing. Looking towards the other side of the river, she caught a glimpse of Frodo paddling towards the other shore. He was alone, and already halfway across the river. Not wanting to startle him, Airesiwe jumped into the warm water, and swam underwater towards the canoe. The river water was very dirty and murky, and it was almost impossible to see within a foot ahead of herself. A couple times, Airesiwe silently came to the surface for air, but finally was right under the boat. She could hear Frodo screaming, and another shadow could be seen in the water, though she could not clearly make it out. She swam towards the surface, almost about to burst, and silently floated there.

There seemed to be much commotion in the water on the other side of the canoe. She bobbed in the water for some time, not sure of what to do when the splashing stopped. With that, she put her fingers on the brim of the canoe and attempted to pull herself up into the boat.

Coughing out water, Airesiwe lifted herself up from the river water and almost tipped the boat over. Because of the murky water, she couldn’t see very much and her eyes stung. Just then, an object slammed into her left arm and she cried out in pain. Collapsing, she fell back into the water and made no effort to get back up. She opened her eyes when she was already halfway down and desperately tried to push herself up. Finally, she broke the surface of the water, eyes stinging and still coughing up dirty river water. She opened her swollen eyes and saw Frodo and Sam looking down on her with pale faces. She managed to smile weakly as Frodo and Sam helped her up into the boat.

“Airesiwe! Oh, I’m terribly sorry,” Sam said quickly. “I thought you were Gollum, or some other unearthly creature. I didn’t mean to hit you like that!” Sam was on the brink of tears as Airesiwe hugged him.

“It’s ok Sam,” she said quietly, “Everything’s ok now, I’m not hurt that badly.” She looked over at Frodo who was trying hard not to laugh. Just his expression made Airesiwe laugh as well. Before long, both of them were laughing hysterically almost tipping the boat over. Sam looked down at them, and started laughing as well. After much debating, they decided to stop laughing and continue on towards Mordor.

When they reached the shore of the other side of the Great River, they dropped their canoes and other non-useful supplies that they carried and trudged up a tall, nearby hill. At the top, they could just barely see beyond the mountains that separated Middle Earth from Mordor. A large volcano erupted, making the trees around them sway.

“It’s hard to believe that we will actually be going in there,” Frodo said to himself.

“Yes, it is hard to believe,” Airesiwe said standing nearby Sam. “But not even the lava of that mountain can stop us from doing so.” She looked at the two rosy cheeked hobbits and smiled. They smiled back, and soon were laughing again. When Frodo caught his breathe, he walked up to Airesiwe.

“I’m glad you’re with us, Airesiwe,” he said shyly. “Without you, I wouldn’t have made it this far.”

Airesiwe felt like laughing, but then soon realized that he was serious. “Me?” Airesiwe questioned Frodo. She turned around and looked at Sam, who was still looking in awe at the mountain of fire. “It wasn’t because of me that you made it this far Frodo. It is Sam who has stuck with you since the beginning.” Airesiwe turned to look back at Frodo who was staring at Sam. He walked up to him and spoke a few words to him, then they hugged each other. ‘Those hobbits have the tightest friendship I have ever seen’ Airesiwe thought again with tears dripping down from her eyes. The hobbits walked back down the hill, but Airesiwe stayed on top. She looked behind her and saw Middle Earth below her feet, and wondered if the Fellowship would find a safer path to take. She looked upon Lothlorien, then upon the Misty Mountain. She strained her eyes, but couldn’t see Rivendell from where she stood. As soon as she turned around and followed the hobbits, she knew that now, she couldn’t turn back no matter what dangers were ahead. She would do anything now to help Frodo destroy the ring, even if it killed her.