It Has Come To Pass

By

Summer

Beta Read by Kathryn

Class: G rating, Slash, mpreg

Sequel: It Will Come To Pass

Pairing: Frodo/Sam

Disclaimer: I don’t own them nor make any profit, this is for fun only. Tolkien and New Line own Lord of the Rings (lock, stock, and barrel). Whimper, Happy now?

Writer’s Note: A little Christmas Story. Galadriel’s point of view.

PS: One alteration has been made, In Tolkien’s world, Frodo’s birth was in September, the same as Bilbo’s. I am altering this to Frodo’s birth being somewhere in the winter months.

“Since the beginning of the first age of this world, war has waged unendingly across the four corners of Middle-Earth. The evil of Sauron reaches out, and poisons all that he touches; none have been spared. Not even my daughter. It has been three days since she was forced to leave these shores to find healing in the West, a world that I am now forever exiled from. My guilt is recorded and the future is dim. There is no hope. It will be inevitable: Middle-Earth will fall, and Sauron will have dominion over all. And so here I sit, here I wait, here I weep.”

“My Lady. Please hold and bear witness to my message.”

The dark and mysterious stranger comes upon me and I show fear, for I had not felt the presence nor the arrival. I did not see the great eagle as it swiftly brought the elvish figure down from the sky and into the forest nor the great eagle that waits at my borders for her return.

Tears blur my vision and at once I feel anger flood through my veins. I recognize her words as old Sindarian. This is no ordinary messenger and she has dared to come to my woods without my consent!

“Why have you come at such a late hour and without my permission? Why have you now come as I grieve the loss of my greatest treasure?”

“I have been graced by the Valar. Beseeched of the one above me to come and lay words of comfort.”

“Comfort?” I half hiss from my lips as a bitter smile spreads across my face.

“What comfort can thee give me now? My daughter is gone across the sea to a place I am forever exiled from. Never shall I see my dearest Celebrian again. Never shall I hear her voice!” The pain cuts me like a knife and I stare at the dagger in my hand. I keep it steady in my hand, ready to dash it in one sweep into my heart.

“A message of hope then. For I come with foresight. It has been decreed that your exile may be lifted if you vow to the service which you must give in the future.”

It is then I see something is in her hand. She holds it out to me and I stare deeply at the phial, glittering in the afternoon sunlight. My eyes clear and I gasp in surprise. It is the Star of Elendil.

“My Lord asks you to give this to the one that shall bear the Ring of power.”

I stare at the stranger in confusion. “To Sauron?” *Am I to give this gift of light to such a dark being?*

The stranger shakes her head, her manner solemn.

“The future is not so dark as thee sees, for my Lord sees far greater than even the Lady of Lothlorian. Hear me well, in a hidden valley, a time yet to come, when the moon meets the sun, when the last of the fire dragons is destroyed, six and twenty years hence, in the dead and cold season, a periannath shall be born. He shall be the bearer of the ring of doom and a fate that has been so decreed. He shall come forth and the evil lord shall be vanquished. Be not so quick to judge so small nor simple a creature, for he will test your will against his own. When you deny that which you so long have desired, then you shall be graced and the ban will be lifted. Evil will be no more, and a new age of peace will come to pass, and the King shall return to his throne and an Even-star shall be his queen.”

I drop the dagger to the ground and I hide my face within my hands, and begin to weep once more, this time in relief.

After what seemed like forever and a day, I finally raise my eyes to see the stranger still standing before me. I reach out and take the star of Elendil and kiss her hand. She bows before me and makes to leave, but pauses for a moment longer.

“Only those who bear the three elvish rings must know of this prophecy. No other.”

“How, how will I be sure to know who I give the Star of Elendil to?”

The Stranger smiles at me. “You will know, for he will be the kin of the one who draws out the fire dragon, who accompanies those that dwell in a mountain. For he who destroys the dragon shall be the finder of the one and bring about the fortunes of all. Do not hinder the bearer of the Ring. Do not cast him down because of his appearance, for he has an inner strength that will rise above. Give him sanctuary here in thy woods, let him find rest for it will be the last he shall ever feel upon this earth. My Lord has also decreed a gift to the one who will be the destroyer of the Dark Lord, he who shall have no rest. When all are called into the west, bring the bearer with you for he will need much peace from his suffering. An innocent, such as he, never deserved.”

She turns to go, but I call to her once more.

“Wait. Wait please, I have one last question to bid of thee.”

She turns and waits. I lower my head and meekly speak.

“Who are you so that I may remember the messenger that raised me from despair to hope?”

The Stranger smiles and bows her head. “I have many names, but you may call me Tintalle.” Then as the stranger appeared, she vanishes. At the name, I, The Lady of the Galadrim, fall to my knees and weep.

*Tintalle (Star-Kindler, one of the names used by Elbereth.)

***

“Seasons came and seasons passed, and still the world waged a never-ending war between good and evil. I remain untouched, safe in the valley, resolved to my fate. I wait and bide my time, watching as all the world changes, waiting for the prophecy to come to pass. I tell only two others of my visitor. And they, like I, wait eagerly for the birth of the Ring-bearer.”

***

“I felt it in the cold briskness of the air. The time was coming, and I was not surprised when my huntsmen Haldir informed me that the last dragon, Smaug, was destroyed and by a halfling creature who came from the Great East Road, calling himself Bilbo Baggins. A message in secret is sent to me from Rivendell, asking if this was indeed the one?

I smile and returned the message, speaking only one word. “Soon.”

***

Twenty and Six years later.

The Moon rose above the skies, and met the sun.

Snow fell in the deep woods, and the air grew bitter and cold.

Word has come to my ears that a small halfling has been born near a place called Hobbiton. The only baby born this winter. Elrond sends me word again from Glorfindel himself, that Bilbo Baggins has left Rivendell, summoned to return home and greet the birth of a male offspring kin, from a Primula and Drogo Baggins.

I stand quietly at the edge of my woods and stare off into the deep hills and mountains that lay before me. I opened myself with vision beyond the boundaries of my lands and can see the baby swaddled in a pale blue blanket, held lovingly in the arms of a woman who would not grace this world long. A child with sapphire eyes and a light that glowed so brightly within that one would have sworn he was of elvish blood. I smile and wait still.

***

“I shake with excitement when I feel him enter my woods, and know that moment had finally come. Would I pass the test? Would I deny that which I so desired? Shall I end all that I had strived for, all that I hoped for, and allow this small creature bring evil into my woods? Shall I grant him and his fellowship sanctuary? Shall I grant him peace?”

Now he stands before my eyes and a part of me wishes to look away, another to embrace him. His innocence lays bare before my eyes and I want to weep, knowing the dark future he is about to face. Such beauty, such innocence-- how could he possibly be the destroyer of Sauron? One small creature against a dark lord?

It is then I see the other. One of The Ring-bearer’s kind, he is not noticed by the others.

He is considered a fool, a simpleton. A servant that is humble before all. I see him, and I know that there is more to this hobbit than meets the eye. A vision comes to me then. I see a mountain of fire and I see the servant tear-stricken and dirty, tired, and near death. Despairing, and yet unable to give up his hope. I see his tears and his strength is that of a rock carrying the bearer on his ending journey.

The servant meets my eyes. He is afraid of me, no. Not afraid, humbled. His loyalty will be put to the test and it will not fail. He stares at me, and I smile. I return my gaze back to the One and I know that the time has come.

I shall grant them sanctuary and I shall have Celeborn fetch the Star of Elendil.

***

I watch them leave my woods, still remembering my surprise as he offered me the One Ring, and for one moment in time I had the world at my feet. But I was put to the test, and I passed it. I shall sail into the West and be reunited with my beloved daughter. The Ring-bearer goes with a heavy heart and already I feel his hope is dwindling. I gave not only the Star of Elendil, but also the only words I could give to help him upon his quest:

“May it be a light for you, in dark places when all other lights go out.” >P>I granted him also my blessings, all that I could give.

Will it be enough?

***

He stands upon the ship. His hand over his heart. His cloak whipping in the wind. His tears fall into the sea. His light still shines within his shattered soul. The others have gone below, but I stay and wait. I cannot help the lightness in my heart, for soon I shall be reunited with my beloved daughter.

He turns to me then, and I am struck again by his beauty, and his eyes fill with unending tears. Not even the presence of his beloved Bilbo and favorite wizard helps to mend his broken heart. I know his pain, I felt it before. I hold out my hand and he takes his into mine.

The journey was to save his people; he saved a world instead, but in the end it had come with a high price.

“Where shall I find rest?” he echoes on the shore of the Gray Havens.

How could he find rest even in The Undying Lands when the greatest treasure he loves most stays behind, in Middle-Earth? I hold him close and kiss him tenderly on his forehead. He continues to weep.

A vision comes to me then, and I smile. There is hope, there is always hope.

“Fear not, little one, star of light, you shall find peace and you shall be reunited with the one you love.”

“When?” he asks.

I smile and reply, “Six and ten years.”

“Such a long time to wait,” he responds.

I shake my head gently at him. “Not so long, when you are graced with unending death. It will come to pass, it will.”

He softly pulls away and returns his vigil upon the sea. Six and ten years.

“Frodo Baggins, Ring-bearer, and destroyer of Sauron, Samwise Gamgee, who held hope when there was no hope shall come to the sea and you will be reunited and never again shall you be parted.”

It shall come to pass.

***

He came when the air was cold and the first blanket of snow covered the ground, when the moon touched the sun. His ship arrived and he came upon the golden shore. I watched and waited and saw him come towards me, his eyes asking silently.

*Where is he? Where is he?*

I smile and point to the golden house upon the hill. He runs across the beach, he runs upon the blanket of white snow. He rushes past the elves and past my daughter, who was making her way towards me.

I watch him enter the house, I see him climb the glittering stairs, rush down the golden hall, and through the silver doors. At last, I see him hurry to the silver and white bed.

He hesitates and stares in fascination at the creature that has slept since his arrival of Tol Eressea. A blessing graced by Manwe so the years of separation would not be unbearable. Only to awaken with a touch of the one he loves.

I see Samwise Gamgee hesitate only for a moment longer before laying a kiss upon his lips. The eyes open at once and the pain-filled eyes are now filled with joy. They embrace and they will not come out from that room for many days. I smile, for peace has come at last. Peace.

I stare up at the sky and watch as another flurry of snowflakes drift downwards, and I feel my daughter’s hand in my own.

Another vision appears before me. I see the two halflings, and I see that nine months hence a baby shall be born. Another blessing from Elbereth. I smile, and after nearly a thousand years have gone past, I begin to laugh.

It will come to pass.

The end.