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In this story Bilbo, Frodo, Elrond, Galadriel, Gandalf etc. don't leave for Valinor. However Bilbo has died. Noras a.k.a Melcor, is the Lord of the Cloak. When I started writing this for a school project in 6th grade I didn't know Melcor was the Enemy before Sauron, and that Beren and Luthien (Tinuviel) had cast him into a pit. Even though I know that now my evil guy will remain Noras. Also somehow he has broken out of the pit and has taken on a HUMAN appearance. The Cloak's power is that whoever wears it tries to murder the closest person to the wearer. It also can change how it looks. There are three different patterns on the Cloak. One is invisibility, another urges the wearer to kill, and the last pattern has no side effect. If the wearer is aware of this then he or she can change the pattern to kill, become invisible, or no effect. The only problem is that any pattern can suddenly change. It was made in a mountain similar to Mount Doom (Mount Orodruin). This Mountain's name is Mount Darkness (Mount Mornie) in Angmar and the Cloak is pure darkness and shadow but looks solid.
Three Cloaks for Elven-lords always singing under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-kings mining in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men fated to die,
One for the Shadowed Lord on his shadowy throne,
in the Land of Angmar where the Darkness lies.
One Cloak to rule them all, One Cloak to find them,
One Cloak to bring them all and in the shadowiness bind them.
In the Land of Angmar where the Darkness lies.
One
The Party
It was a quiet evening in the Citadel of Minas Tirith. My sisters, Ester and Estal who are twins, and I were studying in our rooms along with my lover Earendil or Eairy, (pronounced Airy) when I looked up and saw my youngest brother, Aramorn, put a finger to his lips as he quietly stole up to Ester.
"Uh oh. Here comes trouble," I whispered to Earendil.
"Hi Ester!" Aramorn proclaimed very loudly right into her ear, making her jump about a foot in the air- I didn't know you could do that from a sitting position- and grabbed Aramorn around the neck. Seeing who it was, she released him.
"Aramorn, how many times have I asked you not to do that when I'm studying?" Ester reprimanded him after getting her dignity back.
"Sorry... Wait, you never ask me not to do that. You just tell me to stop being myself!" Aramorn shot back.
"Be quiet, both of you," Estal said sharply.
"Listen, Ester, Aramorn, you guys have got to stop jumping down each others throats!" I declare.
Ester started to object. "But I did..."
"No I don't want to hear it, sis. You both know it takes two to start a fight," I interrupted.
"First of all, Kal, I wasn't going to say anything of the sort. And second of all, just because you turned sixteen a week ago doesn't mean you're the boss," Ester said while trying to put her hair back in its bun.
"I really doubt that, Ester. And why do you always want to look beautiful? It's enough to drive anyone crazy!" said Elendil from the doorway, the second oldest.
"Why are you up here, Elendil?" I asked.
"Father wants Aramorn to finish packing, because Mithrandir should be here soon." he replied.
"But I've finished," Aramorn told Elendil, as his older brother unceremoniously dragged him out of the room.
A few hours later my mother, Lady Arwen, knocked on the door and poked her head inside.
"Mithrandir's here, are you two ready?"
"Yes Mother, or did you want me to answer more formally? Oh Great Queen of-"
"Oh, stop it you little rogue," Mother interrupted laughing.
"We'll be down in a minute, and I'm not little anymore," I replied, exasperated as Mother turned around and headed out the door. I turned to my lover, "Race you!" We ran down the stairs, passing Mother on the way and flew in to Mithrandir's arms nearly knocking him over with my joyous hug.
"Oh, I'm so glad you could make it Mithrandir." I said panting.
Eariy shook Mithandir's hand just as the Little Terror barreled in, "Hi, Mithrandir, I missed you! I can't believe I'm old enough to go to Frodo's party!"
"All right that's enough. Go get your horses hitched to Mithrandir's cart," Mother said, as I rolled my eyes. Several minutes later our horses were hitched to and our bags in the cart, and we were saying good bye to Mother, Father, Elendil, Boromir, who along with me form a triplet, and the twins.
Two months later, we entered the Shire. It didn't look very different; the lush vegetation, the cool and sparkling Brandywine, the vast tracks of both farmland and open fields. The towns had more houses while the country and outer reaches had more Hobbit Holes. When we reached the outskirts of Hobbiton, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin were waiting for us.
"You guys are really late! You should've been here an hour ago!" Frodo said.
Earendil, Mithrandir, and myself all responded with the customary, "We are never late. We arrive precisely when we mean to." Eairy and I got out of the cart; laughing and they swarmed me, clamoring their greetings.
"Sam, how could you tear yourself away from Rosie's side, and how in all of Middle Earth did you get out of the house without her spotting you!?" I inquired.
"By golly, Miss Kaladelia, you're right! Good bye evry one! Mister Gandalf, Mister Earendil, Miss Kaladelia, Mister Aramorn." Sam shouted over his shoulder as he took off running.
"Gandalf, can you give us a ride back?" asked Pippin excitedly.
"Of course I will, you little Trickster!"
"Yahoo!" Merry and Pippin shouted gleefully into the air. So Earendil and I rode our horses while Aramorn, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, and Mithrandir rode in the cart.
The Roads go ever on and on down from the Citadel where it began.
Now far ahead Roads have gone and I must follow if can.
Chasing it with joyful feet to Hobbiton or Rivendell.
Where many trails and errands meet and wherever then I do not know
"That was beautiful," Earendil said.
"It reminds of the songs Bilbo used to sing." ruminated Frodo.
"Thanks." I responded.
That evening, comfortably settled in the rooms I always received when visiting Bag End, I was getting ready for the party. I was wearing a soft light rosy-pink, almost white, dress which sparkled when it caught the light. It had long, draping, swallow tailed sleeves that almost touched the ground and a neckline drape both made of white cut velvet. I also had a rope belt that was light pink, and a maroon cape with a deep hood. I had on diamond earrings, and was fastening my necklace that had a silver chain, and diamonds dangling from it when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," I called still fiddling with my necklace. Earendil entered, followed by Mithrandir and Aramorn. Eairy came over and fastened the clasp. I got up and turned around so the three men could see my outfit.
"Kalle, it's time. You are remarkably well dressed. I keep on forgetting your sixteenth birthday was two months ago," Mithrandir announced, while Aramorn whistled and I hugged Eairy. My lover saw my tiara still lying on the dresser, it to was inlaid with diamonds, and put it on me. He kissed my cheek.
"Thanks," I said, trying to glare at Aramorn who was mocking me.
We walked to the field where Frodo's party was being held. Frodo was standing near a white gate greeting and hnading out presents to the guests. Eairy took hold of my arm, greeted and congratulated Frodo, then pulled me to the dance floor.
Later that night in the big tent, surrounding the mallorn tree known to most of the hobbits as the second Party Tree we ate dinner with some younger hobbits, along with Merry, Pippin, and Sam. Finally, Frodo got up and started his speech, "Welcome my esteemed guests and friends. I would like to introduce to those who don't know them, Kaladelia Undomiel, her youngest brother, Aramorn, Earendil, her boyfriend, and Gandalf the White. I'm very happy that they could grace the tables with their presence; especially at this happy occasion. Now, I hope you all enjoyed the feast. I will now - " Suddenly a boy my size and age, with brown hair, blue eyes, and clad in elven-gray, burst through the tent's open flap.