NOTE: SORRY THIS IS LATE! I FORGOT ABOUT THE HOLIDAYS AND MY HOMEWORK... :/
*Shout out to my Andy Biersack obsessed friend. You know who you are...Also to LilyRoseTheDreamer thanks for beta-ing!*
Chapter 2
Water sung happily as it passed into the valley of Rivendell, the last homely house east of the sea. Elrond looked out of his window at the merrily valley somewhat wearily. As Elven lord and leader of the region he had many duties, one unfortunately being paperwork. He sighed before moving the agricultural report. His head then suddenly whipped back, eyes wide. There it was. A vision!
3 figures in a forest practically radiating power. For good or evil he did not know but from his bird's eye view he saw 3 men?They looked so young but felt so old. They turned to face him to Elrond's surprise. Red eyes glinting with mischief one of the figures declared loudly and challengingly
"So you have the sight now do you? Well try spying on us now!"
Purple eyes almost lifeless spoke. The words he used were so strange yet familiar. As the words were chanted he was blinded by a weird light that forced him back to the serenity of Rivendell. The vision had gifted Elrond knowledge yet cursed him with curiosity. Why was he being shown that? What importance did this vision hold? He sent out patrols ordering them to bring any strangers they found within Rivendell's borders back. Watching them leave the Elven Lord couldn't help but wonder who truly were those 3 enigmatic creatures?
The nations walked on. After their encounter with what Romania termed as a
"Weird creepy sighted spirit." nothing was said.
They'd been walking for about a day. All conversation fell flat so they walked on with a comfortable silence. This illusion of peace was brought to the end as England gasped all of a sudden.
"Magical creatures ahead!" He choked out.
Immediately they all were on guard, hands on weapons, spells in minds and their brains were set to ruthless.
Glorfindel sighed. Why did Elrond have to get a vision now? He was just about to take a nice,warm, relaxing bath before being told that he was order out on a patrol! What cheek! One of his scouts rode up beside him questioningly. "Sir?"
Oh. Yes. Lower glare level. "What is it?" The poor scout fidgeted under his glare.
"3 mortals sir. All about average." The scout looked even more nervous. "What is it? Out with it."
"W-well Sir, They,they just don't feel right!"
