Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or locations, which are also
featured in Tolkien's masterpiece, "The Lord of the Rings." The story line
is not intended to offend anyone, It's just a little fun I've been spinning
for a while.
Chapter One: Just Get There
The stirring in Rivendell became unbearable. The ring of power became more important than my escape. Not that I'm selfish but I needed help and was ignored. As a young princess flees from her captors at Orthanc, one would expect just a little help. The pain in my wings overwhelmed me as I fell after the pass of Rohan. Part Elf and part Angel, That's me, and My name's Ellienne. When I choose to I work for a secret society of elves that aid the Istari. Called by Saruman in a matter of urgency, I left my hide-away in the Blue Mountains. My residence in Middle-Earth. I have small lair's everywhere, but this was my favourite. At Isengard I saw the dark lord's eyes wreathed in flame, while gazing into the PalantÃr. Pretty soon after that they locked me in the tower. I guess I held dangerous information.
Struggling to fly once more, the winds of Caradhras sought to defeat me, but as I flew my will grew stronger as I headed towards Rivendell. In the house of Elrond it was thought to summon me as a worthy ally I'd be, however none could remember the spell. As I'm not bound by the laws of Middle-Earth I could come and go as I pleased. I left the spell with very few creatures in Middle-Earth. Upon arriving in Rivendell I was surprized that I hadn't already been called. The Secret Council was called and proceeded exactly as it was told by Biblo. As the One Ring was revealed at the council I could feel it's presence as my wingspan gave me the speed of a Condor. Charging towards the council to warn the Elves that their course of action could be fatal, I could still see the Dark cloud I left behind. So as to not make a scene I retracted my wings and walked gently into Rivendell.
Observing the movement in the courtyard, I saw many men, warriors of their people shifting and preparing for journey. Avoiding their eyes I noticed the eyes of an elf. Tall, handsome and gorgeous. Before I knew it I was starring. My heart stopped as our eyes met. I smiled quietly to myself and in my moment of calm bliss, suddenly noticed the hand on my shoulder.
"Ellienne?" The man asked with curiostity. "Yes, How are you Aragorn?" I recognised him from my last venture at Weathertop. "Arwen saw you from the balcony and wishes to see you. What brings you to Rivendell, Lady Ellienne?" "So Formal?" I made fun of him callously. He's not really fond of formality either. "I've come from Isengard with some interesting news." My normal bright blue eyes turned to stone with sincerity. "Then quickly, You must meet with Elrond and Gandalf." He led me up the stairs and past the halls into the library where Arwen and Elrond were. "Call for Gandalf, Ellienne has new from Isengard." Aragorn claimed. With that Arwen dashed back down the halls and returned with Gandalf and the four hobbits. "Ellienne, What are you doing in Rivendell?" Gandalf approached me. "I wish I could say, 'Just Visiting,' but I've come from Isengard." My eyes met with Frodo's. "He knows you have the ring of power, and is desperately seeking it. Such a brave hobbit to make it this far, and see the sunshine after the rush of a Mordor blade." I tried to remain reassuring to the hobbits, but Elrond could sense my fear. "We have already decided that the ring will be destroyed. The fellowship is leaving soon." Elrond's words comforted me. "Tonight you will meet them all, but for now, tell us of your enjoyable travels......."
Chapter One: Just Get There
The stirring in Rivendell became unbearable. The ring of power became more important than my escape. Not that I'm selfish but I needed help and was ignored. As a young princess flees from her captors at Orthanc, one would expect just a little help. The pain in my wings overwhelmed me as I fell after the pass of Rohan. Part Elf and part Angel, That's me, and My name's Ellienne. When I choose to I work for a secret society of elves that aid the Istari. Called by Saruman in a matter of urgency, I left my hide-away in the Blue Mountains. My residence in Middle-Earth. I have small lair's everywhere, but this was my favourite. At Isengard I saw the dark lord's eyes wreathed in flame, while gazing into the PalantÃr. Pretty soon after that they locked me in the tower. I guess I held dangerous information.
Struggling to fly once more, the winds of Caradhras sought to defeat me, but as I flew my will grew stronger as I headed towards Rivendell. In the house of Elrond it was thought to summon me as a worthy ally I'd be, however none could remember the spell. As I'm not bound by the laws of Middle-Earth I could come and go as I pleased. I left the spell with very few creatures in Middle-Earth. Upon arriving in Rivendell I was surprized that I hadn't already been called. The Secret Council was called and proceeded exactly as it was told by Biblo. As the One Ring was revealed at the council I could feel it's presence as my wingspan gave me the speed of a Condor. Charging towards the council to warn the Elves that their course of action could be fatal, I could still see the Dark cloud I left behind. So as to not make a scene I retracted my wings and walked gently into Rivendell.
Observing the movement in the courtyard, I saw many men, warriors of their people shifting and preparing for journey. Avoiding their eyes I noticed the eyes of an elf. Tall, handsome and gorgeous. Before I knew it I was starring. My heart stopped as our eyes met. I smiled quietly to myself and in my moment of calm bliss, suddenly noticed the hand on my shoulder.
"Ellienne?" The man asked with curiostity. "Yes, How are you Aragorn?" I recognised him from my last venture at Weathertop. "Arwen saw you from the balcony and wishes to see you. What brings you to Rivendell, Lady Ellienne?" "So Formal?" I made fun of him callously. He's not really fond of formality either. "I've come from Isengard with some interesting news." My normal bright blue eyes turned to stone with sincerity. "Then quickly, You must meet with Elrond and Gandalf." He led me up the stairs and past the halls into the library where Arwen and Elrond were. "Call for Gandalf, Ellienne has new from Isengard." Aragorn claimed. With that Arwen dashed back down the halls and returned with Gandalf and the four hobbits. "Ellienne, What are you doing in Rivendell?" Gandalf approached me. "I wish I could say, 'Just Visiting,' but I've come from Isengard." My eyes met with Frodo's. "He knows you have the ring of power, and is desperately seeking it. Such a brave hobbit to make it this far, and see the sunshine after the rush of a Mordor blade." I tried to remain reassuring to the hobbits, but Elrond could sense my fear. "We have already decided that the ring will be destroyed. The fellowship is leaving soon." Elrond's words comforted me. "Tonight you will meet them all, but for now, tell us of your enjoyable travels......."