5. Chapter 4
Lindir remained with the traveling elves for three weeks.
Gildor’s people headed directly south; Lindir turned more west. He felt that
once he reached the coast, he would follow it until he found the right cove.
Gildor gave food and water as well as new clothes to the departing bard.
Lindir traveled quickly now. Hithlain (Mist) made good time
to the coast. Eight weeks into his travels, the minstrel reached it. It was
just past midday, the sky bright and clear. Lindir stood in awe at the splendor
before him. He set his things on a dune, released Hithlain of her harness,
letting her wander freely. The elf made his way to the surf. Never had he seen
the sea like this. He had been to the Havens, but there the ocean's grandeur
was kept beyond the harbor’s entrance. Now, there was no harbor…only the vast
sea. He made camp along the shore and spent much of the night just gazing
across the foaming surf. Lindir wondered what the sea-longing felt like. They
said once an elf heard the ocean’s song they forever longed for their elven
homeland. Lindir did not feel that way; he did not feel any strong desire fill
him. The minstrel was glad of that.
Lindir followed the coastline for another two weeks before
he found a small fishing village. Pulling his cloak close and hiding within the
cowl, he asked a fisherman if he knew of any bards or minstrels that wandered
the area. Several Edain in the vicinity looked up at his question. Finally, a
man well-along in years spoke up.
“M'self, I never seen any, nor heard any; but me sister
married and moved south. She's wrote many times and spoke of some strange music
she be hearing. Her husband says it be jist the wind and sea. M'sister
swears it be a voice she hears. It frightens her, for it be a hauntin'
At this time another man came forward. “They say it is a
spirit that laments. I heard some children saw a being on the outcrop. They be
young and prone to mischief so most believe them pretending.”
This sparked something inside the quiet elf. “Where are
these children? I would like to hear about this mysterious creature.” The group
of men laughed.
“Why would ‘ya want ta do that?” The old man who spoke
“I am a story teller. I thought they might be able to
inspire me to create a new tale.” Lindir smiled. ‘Now that is thinking on your
feet.’ He thought to himself.
“A story teller, you say. It is too late to travel now. Stay.
My wife makes a wonderful fish stew and my children would love to hear some
tales.” A young man said.
“Let the man be! I doubt that he wants to spend his evening
“Actually, it would be an honor. I will gladly trade tales
for a warm meal.” Leading his horse, Lindir followed that man.
The house was small but homely. A fair woman and three
small children greeted them. Once the minstrel entered the house, he realized
that the cloak and hood would have to be removed. He was grateful that he wore
his hair loose; at least his ears did not show.
There was a brief silence as the family looked at their
guest. If they were stunned, the adults hid it well. The children though stared
openly. “He pretty, mama.”
“Galion!” The woman was mortified.
“An’ he gots silver hair an eyes like your flowers.”
The embarrassed woman sent an apologetic look to Lindir.
“Beggin' your pardon sir, they are young and excitable. Please, I apologize.”
Lindir looked at her kindly and bowed. “They're a joy,
m’lady. Truth be told, that is the way most, including my own people, react. I
know they mean nothing by it.”
“Well, I’m sure you are hungry. Come; supper is ready.”
Lindir followed her to a table where she quickly set another place. “It is not
much, sir…” She began when the minstrel interrupted.
“I am honored you would share your meal with a stranger.”
“Strangers are always welcome in our home if they be good
souls.” The man continued, “Thia, he is a story teller. Said he’d share a tale
or two with the children.”
Loud cheers erupted from the children until a cough and
stern look quieted them. “That is unnecessary sir, you must be tired.”
Lindir looked at the woman. He decided that he liked these
people. They were not like the Edain traders that often came through Imladris.
Unlike the selfish, greedy and often smelly traders, this family shone with
warmth and compassion, and even the children look to have been washed recently.
Yes, he liked them. Finally he spoke up, “It is my pleasure ma’am. I am a
minstrel by trade. It is the least I can do for this fine dinner.” The woman
blushed and her husband smiled with pride.
Later that evening the children gathered around the hearth
as Lindir pulled out his flute. He sat on the floor amidst the giggling
children. “What shall I do? Tell a tale or sing one?”
A unanimous ‘song’ came quickly in response. Laughing,
Lindir began to sing. Feeling comfortable, he unconsciously tucked a hair
behind his ear. A gasp was heard just before a small finger touched the exposed
“You be like him. Mama, he like the one I told about. See,
I told the truth.” An excited little girl said.
“Callia that is a enough!” Her mother said.
“Enough. You now better that to touch another without them
giving permission. My lord, we did not know you were one of the fair folk. We
have never seen any.”
“I have too seen one!” the frustrated child said.
Before the mother could speak, Lindir replied, “I am no lord, only a minstrel. I apologize for not saying I was an elf; I am new to these lands and know not how people feel about my kind.”
“Some are wary,” the man answered, “but most are good folk.
As my wife said, rarely do your people venture to this area.”
“You daughter said that she had met one.” Lindir’s heart
pounded. Could it be this easy?
“It is only a child’s imagination. The little one was
visiting her aunt some weeks ago. She wandered away while they picnicked at the
sea. She went into the water, fell and was pulled under. My sister found her
lying on the beach. She kept saying that the sea spirit saved her, an elf. My
sister took it for the ramblings of a child, but…”
“But what?” Lindir asked.
“Well, Callia is not one to make things up. Seeing you now,
I am not so sure she imagined it.”
Lindir scooted over to the little girl and smiled. “Would
you tell me about it?” The girl looked to her mother who sighed and nodded.
“He did not look like you except for the ears. He was not
as pretty either. His hair an’ eyes were dark.” Lindir chuckled. “I don’t
‘member it all, but I was under water an’ scared. I felt an arm around me
pulling me up. When I looked at him I saw his ears. They were just like yours.”
Lindir’s eyes were riveted on the little girl. “ ‘An that’s all I ‘member.”
“Thank you little one.” Lindir stroked her cheek making her
“Did one of yours save our little girl?” The man asked.
The little girl’s eyes lit up. “I just ‘membered something.
His hand was strange. It did not look right. But maybe I just thought that
‘cause I drank lost of icky salty water.” Every one laughed at her choice of
words. Once good nights were said, the mother took the children to the loft.
The man sat back. “You know this elf?”
“No.” Lindir shook his head. “However, I search for an elf
that fits the description the little one gave. May I be so bold as to ask where
you sister’s village is?”
The man nodded, “Yes. It is late. In the morning, I will
tell you the way. Please Sir, do not tell of what my daughter said. There are
those who are not so kind. That is why I did not speak up earlier.” The man
rose. “There are more blankets in the chest. I’m sorry we haven’t got anything
better for you.”
Lindir smiled as he moved to the couch and unfolded a blanket. “You are most generous. You have given me a full stomach and a soft place to rest. I thank you.” With that, the man climbed the stairs. Lindir turned down the lantern wick to extinguish it and settled himself down. He stared at the flames as the fire crackled. Had he truly found Maglor’s location?
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