AUTHOR'S NOTE: PLEASE READ
Before I start this thing let me clarify a few things. First- I don't own anything having to do with LotR except Anarkyn, so don't sue me. Second- I know I'm going to get blasted for having my pen name and my character's name the same thing, but trust me guys, this isn't self-insertion, this is lack of creativity on my part of thinking up a name for her. I had an elvish name, it became hers. Thirdly- You really should read the first story the Outcast before this one, though I don't think you'll be too messed up if you don't, it just kind of sets up a history for these two characters.
THANK YOU! HOPE YOU ENJOY
"I have called you here to discuss something of the highest importance with you."
Elrond beckoned the petite figure he had addressed to sit down. As he had expected she shook her head and remained standing.
"The Ring has come to Rivendell," Elrond said calmly. He watched for any reaction from the stoic, expressionless face of the small-built female elf. If he had expected anything, he was disappointed, for no identifiable change could be seen.
"The Ring?" the she-elf said emotionlessly.
"Yes, Avergaar. The One Ring."
The female, dressed in solid black, right down to her leather armor, leaned against a wall. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking, but her fiery blue-gray eyes suddenly had a pain dulled look.
"Do you tell me this for a reason?" she asked finally.
"Well, it does have great bearing on your current condition I believe you have noticed," Elrond said as he watched her.
"So it does," the female returned almost inaudibly. She took to fingering the small delicate knife that looked strangely out of place amongst the swords and other weapons she was wearing.
"I am calling a counsel," Elrond said and waited for a response.
"I suppose this has to do with the half ling your daughter so recklessly rescued?" she asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
Elrond stiffened. Had anyone but the Avergaar chosen to answer him like that he would have been outraged, but in the almost 3000 years she had had to serve him, she had never spoken rashly or without good sense. A bit disrespectful in his mind at times, but never without thought. She'd seen and lived through too much to ever do that he assumed.
"Yes, a bit reckless I suppose," Elrond admitted," but she did save him."
"She can take over my place then," the Avergaar said with a sarcastic smile.
"Valar, no!" Elrond exclaimed," she is far too …"
He stopped himself before he finished; realizing that what he had been about to say was offensive.
"She is much too good for that," he finished in his mind," and beautiful too."
He looked at the petite elf in front of him. Her face would have been almost pretty had not a thin, white scar traced its way up her cheek, past her eye, and into her hairline. Another one slashed over her eyebrow on the same side. She also wore a small chain that connected from her nose to her ear on the left. Skin a little too pale, teeth a little too sharp, eyes that knew a little too much, she was nothing in comparison to Arwen Evenstar.
"You are dismissed for now," Elrond said with a wave of his hand.
The Avergaar bowed slightly then turned and left.
"No," Elrond thought, " I would never give anyone her position. It's almost inhumane."
Before I start this thing let me clarify a few things. First- I don't own anything having to do with LotR except Anarkyn, so don't sue me. Second- I know I'm going to get blasted for having my pen name and my character's name the same thing, but trust me guys, this isn't self-insertion, this is lack of creativity on my part of thinking up a name for her. I had an elvish name, it became hers. Thirdly- You really should read the first story the Outcast before this one, though I don't think you'll be too messed up if you don't, it just kind of sets up a history for these two characters.
THANK YOU! HOPE YOU ENJOY
"I have called you here to discuss something of the highest importance with you."
Elrond beckoned the petite figure he had addressed to sit down. As he had expected she shook her head and remained standing.
"The Ring has come to Rivendell," Elrond said calmly. He watched for any reaction from the stoic, expressionless face of the small-built female elf. If he had expected anything, he was disappointed, for no identifiable change could be seen.
"The Ring?" the she-elf said emotionlessly.
"Yes, Avergaar. The One Ring."
The female, dressed in solid black, right down to her leather armor, leaned against a wall. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking, but her fiery blue-gray eyes suddenly had a pain dulled look.
"Do you tell me this for a reason?" she asked finally.
"Well, it does have great bearing on your current condition I believe you have noticed," Elrond said as he watched her.
"So it does," the female returned almost inaudibly. She took to fingering the small delicate knife that looked strangely out of place amongst the swords and other weapons she was wearing.
"I am calling a counsel," Elrond said and waited for a response.
"I suppose this has to do with the half ling your daughter so recklessly rescued?" she asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
Elrond stiffened. Had anyone but the Avergaar chosen to answer him like that he would have been outraged, but in the almost 3000 years she had had to serve him, she had never spoken rashly or without good sense. A bit disrespectful in his mind at times, but never without thought. She'd seen and lived through too much to ever do that he assumed.
"Yes, a bit reckless I suppose," Elrond admitted," but she did save him."
"She can take over my place then," the Avergaar said with a sarcastic smile.
"Valar, no!" Elrond exclaimed," she is far too …"
He stopped himself before he finished; realizing that what he had been about to say was offensive.
"She is much too good for that," he finished in his mind," and beautiful too."
He looked at the petite elf in front of him. Her face would have been almost pretty had not a thin, white scar traced its way up her cheek, past her eye, and into her hairline. Another one slashed over her eyebrow on the same side. She also wore a small chain that connected from her nose to her ear on the left. Skin a little too pale, teeth a little too sharp, eyes that knew a little too much, she was nothing in comparison to Arwen Evenstar.
"You are dismissed for now," Elrond said with a wave of his hand.
The Avergaar bowed slightly then turned and left.
"No," Elrond thought, " I would never give anyone her position. It's almost inhumane."