Brave and the Bold 3
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kippurbirdBecause FF.Net is being an ass, I'm posting the next part of my Green Lantern/Lord of the Rings fic here:
Kyle followed the guard up a long winding flight of stairs that took them up the biggest and highest tree that he had ever seen. By the time they reached the top he was nearly out of breath. The elf looked hardly bothered. They entered a wide platform with branches curved and bent to make arches and gratings where leaves intertwined. Sitting on a delicate looking chair was the most beautiful woman that Kyle had ever seen.
And Kyle had seen beautiful woman, from models like Jen to Amazons like Wonder Woman. And Wonder Woman was considered the most beautiful woman ever seen. But the woman – the elf maiden – before him defied everything he thought was beautiful. Wonder Woman was earthly, human beauty. Almost plain, generic looking. This creature held the beauty of the stars, of ancient wisdom, of life it seemed. She glowed with the light of the stars.
Kyle gaped in awe.
She stood up and walked towards him.
“What is your name child?” she asked in a voice of the whispered summer breeze.
“K-kyle Rayner,” he stammered, his voice sounding husky and rough. He licked his lips feeling awkward and, well, human. She nodded.
“I am Galadriel, Lady of the Woods.” He could feel her looking at him, looking for some sort of reaction. Getting none, or at least none that she seemed to be looking for, she continued. “I have been a live since near the beginning of this world. I have lived through three ages of it. I have seen the kin slayings. I have been to Valinor and I have left its peaceful shores. I have seen men awaken and two Dark Lords rise and fall. Of all those things the one thing that, perhaps, I found to be the most unsettling is the blood oath that my uncle and his cousins took to regain possession of three stones, the Silmarils. I had thought them passed beyond the grasping of mortal hands. Of anyone’s hand. And yet do you know what I find Kyle Rayner?”
“No.”
“I find that this is not so. I find that you, a mere mortal, has some how stumbled upon one of these Silmarils. How is that?”
Kyle bit his lip and then held out his hand. The hand that clutched the jewel from the robbery. The jewel that he hadn’t let go of since he had gotten here. “You mean this?” he asked, opening his hand to show the stone. He saw her eyes go wide as if seeing the ghost of a memory of a long forgotten promise reborn. A hand reached out tentatively as if to touch it but then she pulled back, shaking her head.
“No, I will not be a part of such bloodshed again,” she murmured. Kyle looked at her blankly. “How did you come into possession of this?” She asked the question in a completely quiet manner without a hint of threat in her voice, but somehow Kyle knew that he should, he had to answer her – and truthfully- it was rather like talking to Batman. At this thought Galadriel’s eyebrow’s raised curiously, but she said nothing once again.
Taking a deep breath Kyle told her about the museum and how he and Wally went to stop the Bad Guys. He glossed over the fact that they had been drunk at the time. It didn’t seem like the right thing to say in front of such a lady. He told her about the man in the purple robes and the flash of white light right after Wally got the stone. And then about waking up in the forest surrounded by elves.
The entire time he talked, she said nothing. She just watched him with her starry eyes. When he finished, she shook her head. It was with amusement, Kyle thought. “And you have no idea what it is that you hold in your hands,” she said with a sprinkling of laughter in her voice.
“I sense that it’s very powerful. It calls to my ring.” Kyle said.
“Your ring?” she repeated curiously. “May I see it?”
He held took off his ring and held it out to her. He wasn’t afraid of her taking it. He knew, somehow, that she wouldn’t. With long white delicate fingers she took the ring and held it up.
“A ring of power.”
“It’s called a Green Lantern Power Ring,” Kyle corrected, but gently.
“Green Lantern?” she asked, “You say it as if there are more than just this one.”
“There are. Or were,” he said, “But it’s not something I’d like to go into. It’s a rather long and messy story.”
She nodded, a sheet of her golden hair spilling over her shoulder. “Rings of power are very dangerous things Kyle Rayner and are not to be used lightly here for there are dark things that would care to have them.”
Kyle wanted to scoff at Galadriel’s concern, but that seemed like it would be one of deepest mistake he could make. Instead he said, “I will remember that.”
“Very well.” She smiled at him and he felt like he had saved the world, again.
“Galadriel? You know Wally and I are not from this world, do you know how we can return?” Kyle asked. Her smile darkened into a frown.
“Only the Valar would know, and no human, except one, has ever been allowed to visit their isle,” she said almost sadly, her gaze turning out towards the west. Kyle shifted uncomfortably. “I have some things that I must discuss. Go, return to your friend, I will send for the both of you later for the evening meal.”
Kyle, realizing a dismissal when he heard one, gave an awkward bow and left the platform. He was met by the same elf that had brought him up to see Lady Galadriel. The elf shadowed him down the stairs and then led him back to Wally.
Wally was pacing back and forth in their little hut. He dashed over to Kyle and grabbed him by the arms.
“Wherewereyou?Areyouokay?whathappenedtoyou?didtheydoanythingtoyou?”
“Whoa Wally, Slow down, every thing’s okay.”
“Are you sure?” Wally asked, looking him over. “They didn’t brain wash you or anything?” Kyle laughed and shook his head. “Well did you find out where we are and what happened?”
Kyle opened his mouth to assure Wally that everything was in hand, when he realized that, no he hadn’t found out anything really. “No… I didn’t. I did find out something about this though,” and he held up the Silmaril.
“What?”
“It’s called a Silmaril and it’s one of three. Apparently it was thought to be lost after a long war.”
“But you found it”
“Well more like we found it, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” Wally scratched his head. “So now what?”
“We wait. She said she would send for us.”
“Great. So who is she?”
Kyle followed the guard up a long winding flight of stairs that took them up the biggest and highest tree that he had ever seen. By the time they reached the top he was nearly out of breath. The elf looked hardly bothered. They entered a wide platform with branches curved and bent to make arches and gratings where leaves intertwined. Sitting on a delicate looking chair was the most beautiful woman that Kyle had ever seen.
And Kyle had seen beautiful woman, from models like Jen to Amazons like Wonder Woman. And Wonder Woman was considered the most beautiful woman ever seen. But the woman – the elf maiden – before him defied everything he thought was beautiful. Wonder Woman was earthly, human beauty. Almost plain, generic looking. This creature held the beauty of the stars, of ancient wisdom, of life it seemed. She glowed with the light of the stars.
Kyle gaped in awe.
She stood up and walked towards him.
“What is your name child?” she asked in a voice of the whispered summer breeze.
“K-kyle Rayner,” he stammered, his voice sounding husky and rough. He licked his lips feeling awkward and, well, human. She nodded.
“I am Galadriel, Lady of the Woods.” He could feel her looking at him, looking for some sort of reaction. Getting none, or at least none that she seemed to be looking for, she continued. “I have been a live since near the beginning of this world. I have lived through three ages of it. I have seen the kin slayings. I have been to Valinor and I have left its peaceful shores. I have seen men awaken and two Dark Lords rise and fall. Of all those things the one thing that, perhaps, I found to be the most unsettling is the blood oath that my uncle and his cousins took to regain possession of three stones, the Silmarils. I had thought them passed beyond the grasping of mortal hands. Of anyone’s hand. And yet do you know what I find Kyle Rayner?”
“No.”
“I find that this is not so. I find that you, a mere mortal, has some how stumbled upon one of these Silmarils. How is that?”
Kyle bit his lip and then held out his hand. The hand that clutched the jewel from the robbery. The jewel that he hadn’t let go of since he had gotten here. “You mean this?” he asked, opening his hand to show the stone. He saw her eyes go wide as if seeing the ghost of a memory of a long forgotten promise reborn. A hand reached out tentatively as if to touch it but then she pulled back, shaking her head.
“No, I will not be a part of such bloodshed again,” she murmured. Kyle looked at her blankly. “How did you come into possession of this?” She asked the question in a completely quiet manner without a hint of threat in her voice, but somehow Kyle knew that he should, he had to answer her – and truthfully- it was rather like talking to Batman. At this thought Galadriel’s eyebrow’s raised curiously, but she said nothing once again.
Taking a deep breath Kyle told her about the museum and how he and Wally went to stop the Bad Guys. He glossed over the fact that they had been drunk at the time. It didn’t seem like the right thing to say in front of such a lady. He told her about the man in the purple robes and the flash of white light right after Wally got the stone. And then about waking up in the forest surrounded by elves.
The entire time he talked, she said nothing. She just watched him with her starry eyes. When he finished, she shook her head. It was with amusement, Kyle thought. “And you have no idea what it is that you hold in your hands,” she said with a sprinkling of laughter in her voice.
“I sense that it’s very powerful. It calls to my ring.” Kyle said.
“Your ring?” she repeated curiously. “May I see it?”
He held took off his ring and held it out to her. He wasn’t afraid of her taking it. He knew, somehow, that she wouldn’t. With long white delicate fingers she took the ring and held it up.
“A ring of power.”
“It’s called a Green Lantern Power Ring,” Kyle corrected, but gently.
“Green Lantern?” she asked, “You say it as if there are more than just this one.”
“There are. Or were,” he said, “But it’s not something I’d like to go into. It’s a rather long and messy story.”
She nodded, a sheet of her golden hair spilling over her shoulder. “Rings of power are very dangerous things Kyle Rayner and are not to be used lightly here for there are dark things that would care to have them.”
Kyle wanted to scoff at Galadriel’s concern, but that seemed like it would be one of deepest mistake he could make. Instead he said, “I will remember that.”
“Very well.” She smiled at him and he felt like he had saved the world, again.
“Galadriel? You know Wally and I are not from this world, do you know how we can return?” Kyle asked. Her smile darkened into a frown.
“Only the Valar would know, and no human, except one, has ever been allowed to visit their isle,” she said almost sadly, her gaze turning out towards the west. Kyle shifted uncomfortably. “I have some things that I must discuss. Go, return to your friend, I will send for the both of you later for the evening meal.”
Kyle, realizing a dismissal when he heard one, gave an awkward bow and left the platform. He was met by the same elf that had brought him up to see Lady Galadriel. The elf shadowed him down the stairs and then led him back to Wally.
Wally was pacing back and forth in their little hut. He dashed over to Kyle and grabbed him by the arms.
“Wherewereyou?Areyouokay?whathappenedtoyou?didtheydoanythingtoyou?”
“Whoa Wally, Slow down, every thing’s okay.”
“Are you sure?” Wally asked, looking him over. “They didn’t brain wash you or anything?” Kyle laughed and shook his head. “Well did you find out where we are and what happened?”
Kyle opened his mouth to assure Wally that everything was in hand, when he realized that, no he hadn’t found out anything really. “No… I didn’t. I did find out something about this though,” and he held up the Silmaril.
“What?”
“It’s called a Silmaril and it’s one of three. Apparently it was thought to be lost after a long war.”
“But you found it”
“Well more like we found it, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” Wally scratched his head. “So now what?”
“We wait. She said she would send for us.”
“Great. So who is she?”
