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Chapter preview for Chapter One
Chapter preview for Chapter Two
Facts of Canon Versus Non-Canon
List of Sources
Translation of Elvish Words
Footnote #1 & 2
Translation of Hobbit Words
Names of People and Their Meanings
Concerning the Title
Standard Author's Note

Martapennas X: Luineyende
Gwenelwe Nenara Dartha


Concerning the Village and the Girl



Dated: Elenya, Yavannie 22, Year 3 of the Fourth Age, by Gondorian Reckoning.

Dated: Sterday, Halimath 22, in the Year 1424, by Shire Reckoning.

From the records of Will Whitfoot, the Mayor of Michel Delving, Postmaster of the Messenger Service, and the First Shirriff of the Watch. Re-recorded and annotated by Elfstan Fairbairn, the Warden of Westmarch, in the Red Book of Westmarch in the year 1497, Shire Reckoning. Annotated by Samwise Took, Thain of the Shire, Meriadoc Fairbairn, the Warden of Westmarch, and Findegil, King's Writer, in the Year 174 of the Fourth Age by Gondorian Reckoning; Year 1595, by Shire Reckoning.


The thing that truly started it all- that dratted wizard poking his great, big nose into Hobbit business once again; those four Hobbits gallivanting off into the night in such a scandalous fashion on all sorts of high, grand adventures and who else knew what and returning decked out like princes; the overtaking of the Shire by those Mannish ruffians; the Battle of Bywater, the Scouring of the Shire, Frodo and Bilbo Baggins' disappearances, and the return of the King- the main cause behind it all was the Village girl. That girl caused it all, and no wonder. That singularly unpleasant and loathsome girl was from the Village.

In truth, there were three villages, though only one was called so. One was barely in the Shire at all; it rested snugly in the woodlands just before travelers reached the Gray Havens. It was a pretty place, that one. Folk called it Shore View, because of where it was and the view it gave you of the Sea. It was actually the largest of the villages, though it only had seven little houses and a blacksmith's forge. The second village lay deep in the heart of the forests of Tuckborough, and the last one in the great, green woods of Buckland. But the little hamlet in the lands of the Took family was called the Hillside, because the five little houses there were all built on a little hill where broom, brushfire flowers, and witch weed grew. The one called the Village was the place in the forests of Buckland, right up against the borders between the dark recesses of the Old Forest and the rest of the wood. The Village was a tiny place, only three houses in the middle of the forests of Buckland, too small even to be called a decent hamlet, really, but the people that lived there called it the Village, and so it was, though decent, peaceful, normal folk only called it "that accursed place."

Only the Master of Buckland, the Brandybucks, and the Tooks had nothing ill to say about the Village, though no one knew what old Gorhendad Brandybuck, the first Master, had been thinking, allowing those people to settle in the depths of the forests and create the Village. But the Village folk, before they were the Village folk, had had a hand in saving the Old Forest and the woods of Tuckborough during the Fell Winter. They had worked - all the Village people together, even the young ones - to help care for the sick and suffering during the Long Winter of 2758 and the awful famine of the Days of Dearth that followed. The Mistress had insisted that what food was given to the people of the Shire ought to be given over to the children first. Even the folk of Shore View - who had been barely tolerated before this - had pitched in, though they hadn't been hit by the Long Winter at all and goodness only knows how they heard of the Shire's troubles, being so out of the way and all.

It might have been a misplaced sense of gratitude because of these events that led two of the main families of Hobbit gentry to invite those Village folk to settle on their lands and then allowed them to stay despite everyone's protests, but no one really knew. No one really talked about it.

In the Village lived those people that the parents of little Hobbits everywhere told their children to stay far, far away from. The leader of these was Master Golodh and his wife, the Mistress Nimrohwen. The Mistress, at least, had some respect- she bred some of the best hunting dogs this side of the Brandywine, and ponies so gentle they could be ridden by the smallest hobbit lads and lasses. She also knew how to make medicines to cure the croup and consumption in children. She, at least, was considered tolerable. Whenever a wee Hobbit babe was nearing its time to be born, the Mistress was sent for. Whenever the cattle and livestock took sick, Nimrohwen was called. But none of the rest of the Village folk were welcome in decent society, not a one, especially not that girl.

The Village people only came into the towns to buy goods- sugar, salt, milk, and the like. Things they couldn't make themselves, since they kept no livestock except for horses and dogs, and one cow whose only purpose, as far as any Hobbit folks could see, was looking pretty in the pasture. No one knew how they got their goods all the way back to the Village without them spoiling, but they never complained, so folks didn't, either. Money was money and all that. And though some, like the Sackville-Bagginses, complained that the money paid went missing, and that all they found in their cash boxes later were leaves and pebbles, those complaints were few, and no one really wanted to try to haul the Village folk up before the Mayor. No one even dreamed of simply not selling to them after Camellia Baggins, nee Sackville, refused to give the Mistress her best jugs of cream and all her dairy curdled overnight. Bad luck seemed to follow the Villagers, and it was best not to cross them. They had uncanny ways about them.

It was also understood, though no one spoke of this, that you simply didn't mention the Village to outsiders, not even to the Big People, or Gandalf, that wandering man in ragged gray robes. You didn't mention the Village after dark, and you never went into the Old Forest at night unless need pressed you, and pressed hard. You certainly didn't go in when the moon was full, or dark, unless it was a matter of life or death. You didn't write about them in books or journals, or letters or records. Such things had a habit of disappearing. You didn't speak of them too often, and you never spoke ill of them unless you were indoors in daylight, with the doors firmly shut and the windows locked.

The people of the Shire had as little to do with the Village folk as they could, and half the time could scarcely recall there even was a Village, unless it was brought to their attention somehow. Such things were always very easily forgotten, and difficultly remembered, until one sat staring at one of the lovely Village girls or the sturdy Village lads at the marketplace for several minutes before remembering where they came from and why you shouldn't be caught with your eye upon them. And once the Village folk had gone, any witnesses were hard pressed to describe them with any kind of accuracy. No Hobbit had ever been to or near any of the three villages, except one Hobbit maiden of the Took family, and that had been when the first Village house was built, a very long time before the Village itself was even dreamed of. That house had belonged to Amaranth Took, who married a stranger from the wilds. That scandalous story from the ages still managed to cause quite a stir.

It was rare for a Village child to make friends with a Hobbit bairn. Even the smallest of the children from that accursed place seemed unnaturally adult, acting like shriveled old crones and craven old men inside the shells of small children. Once they reached their teens, the Villagers tended to act a bit better, but only a bit. Most folk tended to avoid them anyway. But once in a blue moon, a Hobbit lad might vanish into the forests of Buckland for a day or two, and spend the next few months mooning over naught and making calf-eyes at trees, and for that time, they could remember a certain lass from the Village at the drop of a hat. But after those months, the memories faded away almost entirely, and soon the events were forgotten. A lad could run into that very lass in the marketplace and give her nary a thought, unless she chose to bat her eyelashes and entrance him again.

And so it went on in this manner for decades upon decades; from more than a hundred years before the time of that cracked Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, and the time that he went out on his great and scandalous adventure with "those Dwarves," and "that Wizard" and beyond, until the time surrounding the splendid event of Bilbo Baggins' one-hundred-and-eleventh birthday. Things had seemed to die down a bit by that time regarding the Village, but unfortunately, peace and freedom from their machinations was not to be found just yet. At the time of Bilbo Baggins' grand Farewell Party, such events occurred in the Shire that it seemed as if the world remembered, and never again forgot, how it was that on the day that young Frodo Baggins' poor parents drowned in a boating accident when he himself was but a wee lad, he somehow managed to survive, though he had no idea how to swim.

It was the day that that girl, Elluine Moraelin of the Village of the Old Forest ran away to Bag End.

A note from Elfstan Fairbairn: Let it be known that it is only speculation that the Village maiden known as Elluine Moraelin had anything at all to do with either the War of the Ring, the overtaking of the Shire by cruel and evil Men, the Battle of Bywater, the Scouring of the Shire, or the disappearance of Frodo Baggins in the Year 1420, Shire Reckoning.

A note from Meriadoc Fairbairn: Little was known before this concerning the maiden Elluine Moraelin, for she only resided in the public eye for ten years of her life. Her personal history has only recently been put together from her personal papers, as well as the accounts written by others such as Samwise Gamgee, Frodo Baggins, Lunecua Moraelin, and Boromir III, son of Haunmor.


Disclaimer- I don't own Lord of the Rings, or any copyrighted stuff. I own the Liemuina, the villages, and all the other stuff you don't recognize at belonging to someone else.

Stay tuned for: Chapter 1 - The Invitation - "From the folds of her dress she pulled out a long, glittering knife. With a cry of fear, he turned and ran so fast he tripped over his own two feet and went sprawling face first into the dirt." And Chapter 2 - Elluine - "Looking out at the surface, she tried to pierce the depths of the river with her crystal blue eyes, desperate to find any trace of the child. She'd waited for a breath, two breaths, a third, and then, terror surging in her heart at what she was about to do, she plunged straight into the water when the Hobbit hadn't come back up."


Facts of Canon and Text

- Camellia Baggins is Otho Sackville-Baggins; mother. The word nee shows that her maiden name is Sackville. Otho became a Sackville-Baggins as opposed to a plain Baggins because, through his mother, he was head of the Sackville family.

- the story of Amaranth Took and the "stranger from the wilds" that she married is recorded in Old Tales of the Shire: the Wife of the Thain.

- Meriadoc Fairbairn is OC/Canon. Canon: Pippin's descendent commissioned the Thain's Book, the most accurate copy of the Red Book of Westmarch. Pippin's progeny are unnamed, save one - Faramir Took. Faramir married Goldilocks Gamgee. Her brother was named Merry. Non-Canon: She names her son Merry. Canon: Goldilocks' sister Elanor had a son, Elfstan Fairbairn. Non-Canon: I like to think that Elfstan Fairbairn and Merry Took were like Merry and Pippin of old. Elfstan had a son named Meriadoc. =)

-Boromir III is an OC, but he's only a source of information, not an actual occurring character in this story.


My sources are:

Chronicles of Narnia: A Horse and His Boy - book - (?)
Dracula by Bram Stoker - book - (?)
Faery Tale by Raymond E Feist - book - (!)
The Hobbit - book - (!)
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy - paperback, movie issue, boxed set - book - (!)
The Lord of the Rings: the Fellowship of the Ring - movie
Lothiriel by Juno Magic - fanfiction
Meredith Gentry Series by Laurell K. Hamilton - book - (!)
Nevrast . Net - website
Nanny McPhee - movie - (?)
Nurse Matilda Trilogy by Christina Baird (I think) - book - (?)
Old Tales of the Shire: the Wife of the Thain by LA Knight - fanfiction
A Scandal In Bohemia by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - short story - book - (#)
Terrier by Tamora Pierce - book - (?)
Tuckborough . Net - website
Wikipedia . Org - website - (!)

(?) - inspiration regarding style of narration.
(!) - source of info Fae Races besides Elves. The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings are included in this category because of the characters of Beorn, Tom Bombadil, and Lady Goldberry.
(#) - indicates source of practical information


Translation of Elvish Words:

Ara - beside (1)
Elwe - heart
Gwen - maiden
Luine - River
Marta - Fey, fate, destiny, doom, wyrd (2)
Pennais - Tales (2)
Yavannie - September
Yende - Daughter

1 - Ara might not be Sindarin. I tried to find the Sindarin word for "besides," but all they had was a Quenya word, and then an unlabeled word that might've been Sindarin. I tried my best.
2 - Martapennas is a compound word made of the words marta (fate) and pennais (tales; stories). Together, they mean "Tales of Fate." That is, literally, "fate-tales."

Translation of Hobbit Words:

Halimath - September
Shirriff - the Hobit police force. It is actually spelled S-H-I-R-R-I-F-F
Sterday - Saturday

People's Names and Their Meanings:

Elluine Moraelin - star-river dark-like
Golodh - wisdom
Nimrohwen - white horse lady


Concerning the Title: The title of this story is Martapennais X: Luineyende. In English, that means Tales of Fate X: Daughter of the Rivers. X signifies that, unlike many of the other Martapennas, this story spans an incredible length of time (eighty-two - 82 - years) and so does not fit so neatly into a chronology. This story takes place: 3001 Third Age --- 120 Fourth Age. It also contains a flashback to 2080 of the Third Age. The secondary title, Gwenelwe Nenara Dartha, means Beside the Water Waits the Heart of the Maiden.


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