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Keep Me Sleeping
Chapter 1: A Simple Plea
Rivendell was filled with great disturbance, a feeling that did not come often too the elven realm, but in the troubled world of today the emotion came quickly and harshly affecting many. The four hobbits had already faced a great journey just to enter the walls and Frodo had been wounded in the passing, now he rested between the warm covers of an elven bed. His wounds had been bandaged and healed but he had yet to awaken. The arrivals of close realms waited anxiously for the council to take place.
Aragon was reading one of the many books that rested in Rivendell when a shout was heard from the front gates. An elven guard came running through the courtyard looking for Lord Elrond. Apparently a young elf maiden had been found outside the walls, horribly injured and in need of healing, she was brought to the care of Gandolf. Not many knew where she had been coming from but the unusual garb that she was wearing suggested it was not of the known Middle Earth races.
Gandolf looked at the young girl inquisitively, she had long black hair that if it caught the light just right it shone a dark blue, green of ivy tinted her pale skin. Markings accented her collarbone and wrists, tattoos that even he did not know where they came from. It was in a language that must have been lost even before his time. She wore what looked to be tattered clothes but had fine sewn edges and a seemingly made pattern.
"Aragon, fetch me a pail of water and some clean clothes, she will need to be washed," after Aragon had left Gandolf turned to Elrond in a knowing look, "Elrond she is not of a race that I have seen before my eyes but I have read about them, they were to have been lost long ago to the mountains I heard avoiding the wars that approached. From what the books say they died up in the cold and dark never to return to their home lands."
"Gandolf, if you speak of what I think you speak then you must be mistaken, fairies do not dwell in our world anymore. They were dark creatures, twisted by the ways of the orcs, tortured and driven to their doom. It cannot be."
The argument was swiftly interrupted by the arrival of the Ranger, he was followed by Arwen and a handmaid. Gandolf motioned for the clothes and water to be brought to him so he could clean off her face. The dirt and blood was removed easily but the tattoos on her face stayed as Gandolf suspected they would. The young being moaned in pain and tried to push the hand away, she was bruised badly from the attackers. Aragon moved a little closer to get a better look at her. What he saw astonished him, for her eyes had suddenly opened to reveal a color of bright green
"Aragon get away we do not know what she is capable of when she is frightened" Gandolf pushed him slowly to the door and watched the young fairy carefully. She was watching them suspicious fully from her sitting position. Jittering and jumpy it caused all of them to become nervous.
The Fairy started to speak in an unknown language as tears ceaselessly poured down her face. No one understood her and she kept rambling to the unknown. Two words caught everyone's attention thought.
"Help me," they were stuttered and sad but everyone in the room understood the words of the helpless girl.
