"Well, why don't you eat?" asked Tildy in a confused voice
when she placed food on the table and saw that the elf is
hesitating.
"I... I don't know. It's been quite long since I touched any
food." Said Giritheldaiel quietly. Tildy looked horrified.
"What?!" she said loudly.
"Why are you so surprised?" wondered the elf.
"How can someone not touch food for more than an hour?"
Giritheldaiel sighed. "Elves don't eat as much as hobbits
do." Said Giritheldaiel shortly, not wanting to share her
recent horrible story with this smiling creature.
"Strange persons you are, the elves." Said Tildy.
Giritheldaiel let out a small laugh. A bitter laugh.
"Well, you have to eat if you're in Tildy Baggins' house!"
demanded Tildy. She sat down opposite to Giritheldaiel and
started to pile food on the elf's plate, then on her plate.
Giritheldaiel watched Tildy eating and then tried some
herself. It was good. So good that she almost finished
everything that Tildy gave her.
"It's good to know that you can appreciate descent food, at
least." Said Tildy happily while cleaning the table.
"Don't worry, I'll eat less than that tomorrow." Said
Giritheldaiel. "And now I should leave. I have to get to the
Green Dragon Inn before nightfall."
"What do you mean by that?" wondered Tildy.
"What I mean is that I should not travel by night, in
darkness, and if I want to reach the inn by daylight..."
explained Giritheldaiel.
"No, no. I meant, what do you mean by going to the Green
Dragon? Don't you think it'll be better for you to stay
here? I'll look after you until you'll learn the Shire's
ways and all." Said Tildy brightly. Giritheldaiel looked at
her blankly, and tried to figure out what it would be like
to stay in warm and peaceful Bag-End.
"Well..." she said finally, "I guess I can stay for a day or
two, if it's alright with you." A wide and satisfied smile
appeared on Tildy's face. She didn't know why or how, but
Giritheldaiel felt happy that she made this little hobbit
happy.
One day, after traveling all day along Bywater,
Giritheldaiel and Tildy sat in their favorite place near the
lake. Giritheldaiel was reading from a book written in
Elvish. She was translating it on the spot for Tildy. The
hobbit listened enthusiastically. It was a wonderful story
about three elves and one white dragon. This dragon wasn't
bad or dangerous, but it was mysterious and full of
secrets.
"I think we better stop now and leave more for tomorrow."
Said Giritheldaiel when she reached a very important part in
the story, and closed the book carefully.
"You know, I think you should translate elvish books for our
library. There's no one left to do that after Bilbo and
Frodo left." Said Tildy after she overcame the
disappointment of stopping the story. Giritheldaiel smiled
but her smile quickly vanished.
"Frodo? The name is somewhat familiar to me. Who is he?"
asked Giritheldaiel quietly.
"He is my cousin. He was the well-known Ring-Bearer...
that's why you probably know his name." Said Tildy. She
loved talking about her relatives.
"I don't know about this... I don't know if that's the
reason I know his name..." said Giritheldaiel. Something
dark and blurred appeared in her mind when Tildy said
Frodo's name. She was afraid of it.
"Are you alright? You look... well... terrified." Said Tildy
nervously. Giritheldaiel didn't say anything. She was still
shocked by the appearance of the dark thing in her mind as
if it was an electrical shock.
"I don't want to make you tell me, but if you want to, you
can be sure that I'll find it interesting and that you can
trust me." Ensured Tildy.
"I don't know if you should know such stories." Said
Giritheldaiel darkly.
"Maybe not, but I've heard Bilbo's stories and if I did so,
I can listen to any story you can tell me." Said Tildy,
sounding somewhat offended.
"Fine, it's your decision. Well, it all starts back in
Mirkwood Forest, but know that-I don't remember much so some
of this might be wrong. Anyway, I was born in the forest and
I think my parents were close to the royal family." Started
Giritheldaiel with this empty look that told Tildy that she
really didn't remember.
"Anyway, one day, when I was this young and annoyed, mainly
about the prince I guess, I was taken away from home to
somewhere I don't remember. I only remember a bit of how I
was taken, and that's a story I don't want to tell."
Finished Giritheldaiel. Tildy looked excited but sad. Why
would someone want to hurt a nice person like Giritheldaiel
by taking her away from home? She was sure that this elf,
who looked sometimes so dark and full of secrets, was
different once. She could imagine it. A small elf was
running inside a bright forest. She was laughing and
singing...
"This place is beautiful." Said Giritheldaiel suddenly,
waking Tildy from her imagination movie.
"It is, I know." Smiled Tildy. She still wondered about
Giritheldaiel's story, about that place she was taken to
that made her like this.
The sun was starting to disappear and darkness crept slowly
to Bywater.
"We should go back to Hobbiton." Said Giritheldaiel.
"Yes..." said Tildy distractedly. They took the book from
the library, the food that was half finished now and walked
slowly back to Tildy's village.
"Do you want me to leave, Tildy Baggins?" asked
Giritheldaiel while they passed the small bridge above the
small river. Tildy gave her an angry look.
"What? I mean, if I'm a burden I can go to the inn for a
night or two and then leave to another travel for wherever."
Said Giritheldaiel.
"Do you want the beatings now or later?" asked Tildy.
Giritheldaiel laughed a beautiful laugh. Tildy knew she was
laughing from the thought of Tildy trying to hit her.
"I get you, Tildy. I'll stay if you insist." She said
thankfully. Tildy smiled. After her uncle and cousin left,
it was quite boring alone in Bag-End. Her friends Merriadoc
(Merry) Brandybuck and Peregrin (Pippin) Took didn't live in
Hobbiton and they visited rarely. Merry and Pippin were her
only friends along with Frodo and her parents died when she
was only a baby. It was a tragedy when Bonnie and Robin were
found dead in the river and it was a big issue for sometime.
Everybody wondered what would happen to Tildy. It was an
outrage when Gandalf the Wizard decided to take care for
her.
"Tildy? Tildy, I'm talking to you." She heard a gentle
voice. Looking up she saw Giritheldaiel. Confusion filled
her mind.
"Oh dear lord, who are you?" she asked.
At first, Giritheldaiel didn't understand what was going on
but she soon got the idea that Tildy might have been in deep
thoughts that confused her completely.
"It's me, Giritheldaiel Lossenlomwen, the elf from
Mirkwood..." Giritheldaiel reminded her.
"Oh, yes yes." Said Tildy and blushed. Giritheldaiel smiled
too and when they reached Bag-End's front door they were
laughing uncontrollably. But when they opened the door there
was something irritatingly mysterious in the hole's
darkness.
Giritheldaiel looked worried and tense, but Tildy smiled.
"Gandalf is here." She said happily.
"How do you know?" asked Giritheldaiel. Tildy just smiled
and entered the living room. She lit fire in the huge
candles and Giritheldaiel followed her.
On one of the comfortable, human size armchairs sat an old
man. He had long and white beard and hair, he wore a
completely white set of cloaks and robes. On the table
nearby was a white pointed hat that Giritheldaiel assumes
was his. In one corner there was his magical white staff.
"Hello, Gandalf!" said Tildy brightly. The wizard smiled,
then looked at Giritheldaiel.
"I am Gandalf the White. I'm quite sure you know me as
Mithrandir as most elves do." He said.
"I must know it, but I don't remember anything of what I
must know." Said Giritheldaiel. "I am Giritheldaiel
Lossenlomwen from Mirkwood Forest."
"Well, if that's so, I know your name." Said Gandalf with a
wide smile. It seemed as if he was looking for her for a
long time now.
"Many knows my name and some of them shouldn't." she said
darkly. Gandalf's smile vanished. He knew what happened to
Giritheldaiel and he guessed that she might not remember.
"I'm going to cook dinner. You two can sit here and talk
about these dark things." Said Tildy and disappeared.
Giritheldaiel sat in one of the big armchairs and looked
anywhere but at Gandalf. It frightened her that he gave her
the impression that he knew her story. She decided, though,
to ask him about it.
"Gandalf... I can tell that you know my story... who am I?"
she said, looking tense.
"I'm not sure I'm the person to tell you that. And I'm sure
it's not the time. One day, Giritheldaiel, you will remember
it all." Said Gandalf.
One day, six or so months after Giritheldaiel's arrival, she
was walking with Tildy to do some shopping in Hobbiton's
market. They reached the market when two hobbits came
running in their way. Giritheldaiel didn't know them (and
she knew most of Hobbiton's citizens), but Tildy did.
"Merry! Pippin!" she shouted happily.
"Sorry, Tily, we have to run!" breathed Merry.
"Why?" she asked.
"They think we stole some fruits!" said Pippin.
"And did you?" asked Tildy suspiciously.
"Yes..." admitted Pippin.
Giritheldaiel laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" asked Tildy, smiling widely. She
heard the elf's laugh only a few times and she loved her
laugh.
"Oh, nothing. It just seems like a very stupid question,
because from what you've told me about the two of them, it's
very rational that they would take fruits or whatever."
Explained Giritheldaiel, amused. Tildy laughed.
"Who is that, Tily?" asked Merry, pointing at
Giritheldaiel.
"That's Giritheldaiel, she's an elf from Mirkwood." Said
Tildy.
"I know you! I saw you six months ago, you asked me about
the place." Said Pippin, excited and surprised.
"Yes, I remember you." Giritheldaiel smiled.
"Umm... sorry to cut the exciting reunion, but we must go,
Pip! They will get us if we will linger for one more
second." Said Merry. Pippin looked behind him and saw the
seller-hobbit running towards them with a broomstick,
looking threatening and dangerous. Tildy looked at the
baskets in their hands and looked as if she would eat the
whole content right now.
"Come on, Pippin!" shouted Merry and pushed Pippin from
behind.
"Wait! You're going to run and eat the stolen fruits without
me?" said Tildy, shocked.
"We would like you to run with us Til, but what about
Giri-what's-that? You're not going to leave her alone..."
said Merry quickly, looking back at the seller-hobbit, who
got nearer and nearer.
"Giritheldaiel, sir, and I can run better than you can!"
said Giritheldaiel offensively.
"Right then... LET'S RUN!!!" shouted Merry and they ran so
fast that Giritheldaiel could hear the wind rushing in her
ears. The hobbit with the broomstick shouted swear words
behind and one minute he was so close that he grabbed
Giritheldaiel's travel cloak. She yelled and kicked him
without looking and kept running with the hobbits. They
stopped after running quite a long way. They were near the
lake, in one of Tildy and Giritheldaiel's regular spots.
"Did we lose him?" breathed Pippin.
"I think so..." said Giritheldaiel. She wasn't breathing
fast and she showed no sign that she ran at all.
"Good." Said Tildy. They sat down on the grass and opened
the baskets.
"Wow! These are great apples!" said Tildy when she saw the
beautiful red apples in the basket.
"Do you like apples, Giri-something?" asked Merry.
"Yes, but I like the green ones, not the red ones, and it's
Giri-thel-da-iel!" she said slowly.
"I think we should find you a nickname, so Merry and Pippin
will be able to pronounce it." Suggested Tildy.
"What about Girit?" said Pippin.
"I don't like it..." said Tildy, "what about... umm...
Daily?"
"That's a good one!" said Giritheldaiel, Merry and Pippin
together. Tildy smiled.
"Well, Daily, you're lucky." Said Merry, "we took green
apples too."
Giritheldaiel smiled. They sat there for hours, eating
apples and laughing about the world.
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.