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Chapter 2

"What has happened to you?" Elrond whispered. His face was full of shock.

"It's been a while, hasn't it Elrond?" the young woman answered, watching him out of emotionless eyes.

"Calandria," Elrond began, swiftly getting to his feet.

The woman retreated backwards a few steps. "I am here for business Elrond, nothing more," she warned.

Elrond stopped and watched her. "You are wounded," he said. "At least let me tend your shoulder. It will become infected if you ignore it much longer."

"I am quite capable of watching out for myself. I am not a child, Elrond."

Elrond sighed. Calandria had always been difficult to deal with. She was so proud, even though you could not tell it from her eyes. Those eyes. They were pools of sadness, wells of despair. All light had disappeared from them. But he remembered how it used to be. The days before. When Cala had shone with glory, blazed with radiance and sparkled with a light that was not even gifted to the elves. How had it come to this?

Calandria smiled. "I've changed, haven't I Elrond. I'm not the same woman you knew. I'm so different, so destroyed. I know why you called me here Elrond, and the answer is no."

Elrond's jaw tightened. "Calandria, it is imperative you come to this meeting! You are needed for the survival of Middle Earth! It is your duty, your sworn purpose-"

"DO NOT PREACH TO ME WHAT MY PUPOSE IS ELF!" Calandria cried. "You expect me to come, when we are all that's left? We are scattered, divided, lost! We have no power, no purpose, no place! How can we fight like this? Tell me that Elrond. Even if we could, I will not fight alongside men." Calandria's eyes, which had been burning dimmed once again and became that same, dull color of blue. They were like granite, gray and blue with an aged look about them, eyes that had seen more pain than what they should have seen.

"Calandria!" Elrond began, his voice rising with each word. "You were not called to the council of the ring, you were not asked for help when we tried to destroy the ring or Sauron! You have no right to refuse this that I ask!"

"And you have no right to ask this of me!" Calandria countered.

"I am asking you to come to a council," Elrond said. "Is that so hard for you?"

"A council?" Calandria laughed sarcastically. "Yes, a council in which I will be expected to offer my services to Middle Earth, a council in which, if I am discovered, I will be cast out of. You expect me to attend? If I even go to the council, the heir of Gondor and the Steward's son will see me. I refuse Elrond. You have no power over me. I owe you no favors."

Elrond watched her, and groaned inwardly. She was adamant. She was not going to change her mind.

Calandria continued. "Not to mention, I do not even know where the others are, and I don't even know if they're still alive! They could be dead. I have lost my armor, my sword is on the mantle, and I don't even remember the names of my fathers! We are a ruined and destroyed race, Elrond. We have nothing left. I will not come."

Calandria paused for a moment. She began to speak, but than stopped. Elrond watched her. "You will stay to collect supplies and get your shoulder tended to," he said wearily. "Than you may go whichever way you wish.

The night passed and morning came. It was a gray, clouded morning. The dew did not sparkle, and the leaves hung limp and dull.

"Where will you go, Calandria?" Elrond asked as he handed her the reins to a new horse.

"That is yet to be seen," she answered quietly. Calandria mounted and turned the horse's head to the west. She turned back to Elrond. "You will cope, elf," she said. "You have before and you will again. Good luck, and whatever kindness there is left in this world, may it find you."

She wheeled the horse around, and galloped off. But, even as she rode away, she heard Elrond's voice following her.

"Cala, even if you do not care for the fates of men and you care not about elves, remember all that there still is in this world. The trees, the animals, the children, and those that do not know the wrongs that were done to you. There are innocents here in this world. Remember that, Cala. Do it for them."

Elrond watched the swiftly receding figure. He sighed. "Curse the day that men decided to kill them. Those proud people. Curse the day, that they swore an oath of hate against men. They are our last and final hope, the people of the Cara Fae.

To be continued.

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