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"Gandalf, I must speak with you."
"What is it, my Lord Elrond?"
"I saw you watching the boy leave. You know who he is."
"Of course I do. He is the heir to Isildur's throne. But, I wonder, who is the girl he hugged farewell."
"Ah," Elrond sighed. "Her name is Feywen. Her father is an Elf who passed shortly after she was conceived. She is his sister."
"But his father was not an Elf."
"I know, Gandalf. She is his half sister and so not of Isildur's blood."
"She needs lessons."
"Oh?"
"She will be important in the times to come."
"She will be trained." Elrond declared.
Feywen watched the short people as they ate. They sat near the head of the table with Lord Elrond and the grey wizard. She wondered at them. She had no idea what they were and why they had come to Rivendell. She recognized thirteen of them as dwarves, but she was at a loss at what the fourteenth member of their company was. He was no dwarf and he looked too old to be a child.
"So who and what is he?" She wondered.
"Feywen!" A voice whispered loudly in her ear.
"What!" She hissed silently, turning to her distraction and then blushed. It was none other than Lady Arwen, Lord Elrond's daughter. The young five year old blushed, ashamed. "I am sorry my Lady." She said dutifully.
"It is rude to stare." Lady Arwen said. She looked young, but the elfling knew better. Elves lived long lives and Arwen had been alive for centuries, though, not as long as her father, Lord Elrond.
"I will apologize before they leave."
"The hobbit did not notice. If he had, he would have said something." Feywen could only nod. She had not realized she had been staring at the odd creature.
"A hobbit? I have never heard of a hobbit before. They look as if they are a cross between a man and a dwarf." She returned to her meal and finished in silence. Afterwards, she sat in her room and read scrolls. Her mother was nowhere to be seen. But this was not new to Feywen. Her mother often went for moonlight walks after dinner. She would be back by the morning.
He wondered about the child he had seen at table. He had stared at her until Gandalf had pulled him from it. He would have to remember to apologize to her before they left. It would be extremely rude if he did not. He sighed, he did not know elves had children. She was an oddity to him. But then again, many things were as he had never traveled outside the Shire.
"What is on your mind, Bilbo?" A kind voice asked from the door. It was Gandalf.
"Everything, Gandalf. All this I have only heard in fairy tales and legends. I never thought to be here, in this place. I expected to have lived my life in my hobbit-hole in the Shire."
"Are you regretting coming?" Bilbo didn't answer. Did he regret leaving his home and everything he knew? He didn't know. But it was too late to turn back now. He would have to make his way back to the Shire on his own and that thought was not a happy one. "Sleep well. We will be taking out leave in the morning."
She watched the older elves as they practiced. Her mother had returned early in the morning and had been summoned immediately by Lord Elrond. She had yet to return to start their lessons. Feywen was taught by her mother the history of Middle Earth. Feywen wanted to ask her about hobbits. She found them very intriguing. She sighed and started reading.
"My Lord Elrond?"
"Lady, you know that the Grey Wizard has been here." She nodded. "He has seen your daughter." She stiffened. She had tried to keep Feywen a secret. No one aside from the elves was to know of her.
"What did he say?"
"Her lessons must begin."
"She is receiving lessons."
"Her true lessons, Lady." Elrond said. She looked at him, fear in her eyes. "You are part Dúnedain. You know their ways from your father and brother. Teach them to your daughter."
"I turned from that life, remember?"
"And now you must embrace it and teach it to your daughter." Elrond said.
"Is that what the wizard wanted? What does he want with my daughter?" She was nearly hysterical by now.
"Listen to me." Elrond said silently, but it was enough to calm the woman. "You knew that this time would come. I heard you asked the Rangers about Feywen and they would not take her. She must be taught about herself by you."
"And what of her elvish magic. You know she has it. Her father was one of the court."
"She will be trained by us."
"How do I tell her?"
"In the way only a mother can." She nodded. "But not yet. Wait until she is come of age. Wait until she comes into her magic." She nodded again, relieved to have some time to figure out how to tell her daughter the truth.
She walked alongside her mother under the trees of the valley. It was a nice day and the birds were singing. It had been a long time since the two had walked together. The fifteen year old looked at her mother, she seemed worried. Feywen wondered if something had happened to her brother in the North.
"Ma?" She questioned. "Has something happened to my brother?"
"No."
"Then why are you worried?"
"You turn sixteen tomorrow and become a woman. Lord Elrond has decided you be trained in both the ways of the Dúnedain and Elves."
"I do not understand." Her mother began untying her skirt. "Mother!" The girl exclaimed, looking away.
"It is alright." Feywen looked again and saw her mother in leather armor. She raised an eyebrow in question. "My father and brother were Dúnedain. My father taught me the way and now it is time I teach you."
"But they did not want me."
"That is because you are Elandili. But that does not matter. I can teach you."
"What of my Elvish ways? Who is to teach me that?"
"Lord Elrond himself." Her mother said sternly. Feywen could only nod as her mother retied her skirt and they walked back the way they had come.
And so the plans have been made. Thank you for reading and please review.
translation: Elandili- half elf