Chapter 2
"This fate seems unchangeable Elena Pembroke. Listen. I have shown you this because the same power Arya had, you have. The same fate she suffered, you will suffer. Your quest is to figure out who you are, what you are meant to do, and why you and Arya are linked. Although, you must not stray from your other quest intertwined with The Fellowship. Keep the power you have hidden and safe until the time comes. Fate is a funny thing, and history does not repeat itself just so it can be overlooked Elena Pembroke. This must be a message. Figure out the answers quickly before your demise. Do not let anything distract you. If I could do anything to save you Elena, I would. There must be a reason to this- to why this is happening. You have to find the knowledge before it kills you. You must do what Arya could not."
Galadriel's words from weeks ago still haunted me, and I could not stop thinking about what had occurred. Hell, the last six months were all I could think about. My name is Elena Pembroke, and I became stuck in a land full of creatures and people I never fathomed could exist. My life before Middle Earth seemed almost nonexistent, like it wasn't relevant anymore. There was no retreating and going back to the life I once had. To survive in this new realm, I became things I didn't even know I could be. It all started the summer after I had graduated from college, when I decided finally to leave home. Somehow, while on a trip to England, I came across a portal, and I fell into Arda. Where I first came in, I was then captured and transferred to Elrond's home only to discover I had supernatural abilities and I looked like an elf that had died over five hundred years ago.
During the period when I stayed in Rivendell, I learned I could not only understand and speak Elvish and Westron, but I also attained unusual healing and fighting abilities as well. Rivendell was in one of its busiest periods because I came on the eve of The Great Council, where the fate of the ring that ruled them all was to be decided. Men, elves, dwarves, and hobbits gathered and some eventually formed The Fellowship. Simultaneously, I discovered my answers dwelled in Lothlorien, The Golden Wood, from a message a women I later found out to be Galadriel in dream I had . As if I didn't had enough going on, I the Prince of Mirkwood despised me and almost slaughtered me because I happened to look exactly like his dead lover, Arya. Bilbo Baggins seemed to have an answer for that though: Doppelgangers. Doppelgangers were said to be doubles of a person that had powers, and it helped explain what I was, but not why I was there. It wasn't until weeks ago, I discovered I was not even one of those.
I had no idea what I was or who I was.
After the discovery made by Bilbo, I was to be sent to Lothlorien to find answers, but because of Saruman's knowledge of me my course was going to be changed to Mirkwood for protection. The roads to both destinations were deemed dangerous, but it wasn't an option to stay in Rivendell because of the peril I made it for the elves while staying. So with Arwen's help, I followed the Fellowship and then joined them so I could reach Lothlorien with them. There, my questions only prompted more questions. I was like Arya, but I wasn't a doppelganger. I had power, but I wasn't supposed to use it until the right time. I had to find answers, but I was supposed to die just like Arya had. The only option I had left was to learn from Arya to try to figure out my purpose and fulfill it before it was too late. Haldir, an elf that had been friends with Arya, had given me a journal which held probably some of the answers I sought. Yet, I found myself unable to even open it because I already knew that Arya didn't find something that could save herself. She had died. I couldn't bring myself to ask Legolas anything about her because he had loved her and I didn't want to hurt him. Something strange connected us, but I was not Arya. I knew I could never be with him. The only other option I had to find answers was Octavia. She had saved me from orcs and had claimed to be an elf, but Haldir had confirmed she was not who she said she was. She seemed to know of me, somehow, but I didn't have enough time with her to ask the questions I should have. Even if I found the elusive Octavia, who was to say that she didn't work for dark forces? I was scared, and time was eluding me. I had kept my fate a secret from the rest of the Fellowship though by Galadriel's orders and my own want for them not to worry and have them mixed up in all the mess I was in. After leaving the elven haven, The Fellowship had split like I had known it would, and I did something that I wasn't supposed to do. I had saved Boromir when he was supposed to perish. I had no idea how that was going to effect everything else, but I couldn't just watch him die like I watched Gandalf fall into the pits of Moria (even though Gandalf was coming back). There was so much on my plate, and I had no idea what to do with it all. It turned out that Lothlorien wasn't the end for my journey my questions about myself, it was just the incipient.
"Lady Elena," Boromir whispered.
"Hmmm," Turning towards the sound of my name, dazed I looked at the rugged man. All of the buzzing in my head was silenced as I took in everything outside of myself. It's strange how irrelevant everything can seem to you when you are fighting a war inside your brain. Boromir had concern written all over his face, and I studied him for a second. I had a fear he could see right through my the blank cover I had just put up, but I stared at him like nothing was wrong. His blonde hair and beard had grown longer almost to the point where I was about to cut his hair myself, and his face had resumed it's normal color it had lacked a couple days before. His recovery was speedy due to whatever magic I had saved him with, and he finally looked fully recovered.
"We are about to move once more," He said. The only flaw on his face were the bags that had settled below his eyes. For days, we had been following Saruman's followers who had taken Merry and Pippin hostage, and we had been left without sleep. We had stopped only for a short break at this moment so Aragorn could figure out which direction they had gone.
The land we had banked on by the Anduin was different than the rocky and grassy terrain we traveled on now, following the trail Saruman's soldiers left behind. It looked as though a stampede has made a clear path. Crouching low, Aragorn had his head resting on a rock. Gimli was catching his breath next to him with his hands on his knees.
My eyes dared to turn to look at Legolas. The elf stood intimidatingly tall looking over at the pass underneath us. The sides of his white-blonde was braided and traveled well down his back. His muscular arm was stiff and poised, as if it was ready to take an arrow any second to shoot the enemy. I didn't realize how long I was staring until he tensed up and turned to look at me himself. His face was beautiful with round eyes and full lips. His grey orbs bore into my own, and I tore my eyes away looking once again to Aragorn.
"Aragorn?" I questioned. My voice was high and it cracked a little. The scarcity of water had left my throat and lips dry and I longed for water to quench some of my needs.
His stare was like daggers, thinking about Uruks that took the hobbits. He took a deep breath, standing up once again. He had been listening to the rocks.
"Their pace is swifter. They must know we are on to them. We must be hasty," He said with urgency. We all exchanged a glance, and I sighed getting ready for this brutal exercise. All of us broke into a brisk run and started towards the trail. I could hardly feel my feet anymore, but somehow they kept up with the others.
"Three days and nights we have followed the foul creatures in pursuit, without rest or food . There is no sign of our quarry, but what bare rock can tell." Gimli heaved. I almost smiled at his comment.
The only sounds while we were running was the connection of bodies to earth and the clanging of weapons against our sides. The silence was a good and bad thing for me. On one hand I didn't have to worry about explaining things, but on the other it created a template for my thoughts to go wild. Minutes of chasing turned into hours. My pack and bow felt heavier than ever.
Hours later, I somehow found myself drifting behind even Gimli. No one took notice because they were too focused on getting the hobbits back, except for Legolas. Legolas seemed to draw back too, and soon he was right next to me. We said nothing to each other, but he took my mind off my other thoughts, and I found myself more aware of everything else around us. He was weirdly easing me right now, even though we didn't talk. His face was serious and hard, and I wondered if he was contemplating things.
"Aragorn stopped," Legolas's deep voice drew out, startling me a little. I focused my attention where Aragorn had stopped a hundred yards ahead of us. I slowed my pace and eventually started trudging to the site where he had stopped, trying to regain all the energy I had lost. Legolas walked slowly up to them with me.
"I fear your mind is far even when you are so near us," Legolas broke the silence. I was being taciturn and didn't answer.
"Tis about Lothlorien. Is it not?" He asked. I was warned not to say anything. No matter how much I wanted to tell him all of my problems, I couldn't. This was the first time one of them had brought it up to me. I knew Legolas knew my intentions in Lothlorien and I presumed the others knew I went to go get answers. None of them had asked if I found anything. Were they waiting for me to speak first? I knew they were probably preoccupied with other things. I almost rolled my eyes at myself for being so egocentric.
"Lady Galadriel privately talked with you. I assume you did not find the answers you were seeking," He continued.
Keeping my expression neutral I said,"Things are more complicated then when I was in Rivendell." Daring not to look at him, the alternative was to look at my feet where my boots had become withered with good use.
"You found no answers?" He asked. I kept my mouth shut. "You should have stayed in Lothlorien. Maybe the answers would have revealed themselves in time. You would have been safer there," He shook his head.
"I have to continue. I honestly don't know what to tell you. For all of the questions you will ask, I either cannot tell you or I don't know. I can assure you most of my situation is a mystery to me," I finally said. We were almost to Aragorn, Gimli, and Boromir, who were all huddled around something, when I felt myself stop.
Legolas was my catalyst. He gripped my shoulder, and his other hand turned my face towards him. I dared not to be affected by his touch. His movements were quick but soft, and I had to stop myself from taking a sharp intake of breath. There was no denying there was some sort of weird thing between us. Neither of us wanted to admit it. Maybe he did, I remembered the night where he brought it up. He told me he knew I wasn't Arya, but for me it was too hard. I couldn't keep secrets from him either, especially the one about my death if we became any closer. I wanted to stay far away from him, but it was difficult. It would never be able to work, and I would just bring him grief and sorrow.
"Let go," My voice contained a hush tone, an almost defeated one.
"Elena, there are things you are not telling me. I will always be here. These past months you have proved your worth, and everyone has grown attached to you. You cannot just be reckless and introverted now. You cannot do this by yourself," He said. His grip was forcing me to look at him, and I felt guiltier every second I stared at his visage.
"I can try," I murmured.
"Elena, you are so young," He said under his breath.
He let go immediately, and I hurried over to the others, ignoring Legolas.
Aragorn held up a metal leaf from the ground, and the sunlight washed over it letting us all see it. The make was definitely Lothlorien.
"This was no accident that this leaf was left behind," Aragorn looked past the dirt that looked like it had been trampled on by hundreds of animals. These creatures were not subtle.
"They are alive?" Boromir sucked in a deep breath. All of them turned to me.
"We need to continue," I avoided the question.
"We are almost finished with our trek. We are close.," Aragorn rose again. "We have few hours left," Aragorn started running again and I groaned starting after him.
"Then we have to fight the bastards that took the wee hobbits," Gimli groaned.
"Come Gimli. We cannot stand idly," Legolas urged the dwarf.
"The dwarves are natural sprinters. Long distances are not designed for us," He grumbled.
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After arriving to a clearing, we all halted admidst the land of Rohan.
"Rohan," Boromir announced as we looked at the great plains below us. The green and rocky hills continued on for miles, and it was beautiful. Yet, there was something foul that hung in the air. Saruman seemed to claim this land as well with his evil and un-doings of the men that lived here. My companions seemed to recognize the unnatural forces that plagued the atmosphere.
"There are dark forces upon us. Saruman must have given these Urak-hai unnatural speed with his dark magic," Aragorn sniffed, nodding the miles of land in front of him. Gimli and Boromir nodded in agreement, while Legolas was silent and looked ahead. Gifted with elven sight, he could see miles ahead unlike the rest of us.
"Amarth faeg," Legolas muttered a curse. "They are set upon Isengard."
"The hobbits!" Boromir exclaimed. He had been feeling so guilty in the last couple of days. Without the ring's presence, his greed vanished, and it was like he was a new person. Unlike us, Boromir hadn't forgiven himself.
"Don't worry Boromir," I said, and for the first time in that day he looked hopeful.
"Must we leave without much rest?" Gimli muttered. The dwarf looked so exhausted, and before I knew what I was doing I was right next to him. We had all been days without proper nutrition, sleep, or cleanliness. My hand consciously went to my matted and disgusting hair. A bath was something I had longed for.
"Gimli," I said. As I placed my hand on him, a tingling began. My hand began to feel warm, and soon I was filled with his weariness. I took my hand away.
"Lass?" He asked, suddenly straightening up a bit.
"Shhh," I said. He deserved the energy I now lacked. Over the hill, we swiftly went, but I was the slowest. My eyes felt droopy, and I was beginning to understand Gimli's reasoning for wanting rest. I didn't know if we ran for minutes or hours, but I was instantly alert by the thundering of hooves.
"Riders!" Aragorn motioned for us to come together. He was hidden by boulders that probably wouldn't fit us all. I followed Aragorn's beckons to the shelter of rocks, and all of us squeezed together. A myraid of them rode in their armor flashing the colors of Rohan and an emblem of a horse. Just as I expected, they rounded back seeing us.
"Riders of Rohan?" Boromir squinted. I wondered if Eomer and Boromir had ever met before. I felt a hand capture my wrist.
"Put your hood up Elena," Legolas warned. Exasperated, I eventually did what I was told. I didn't know why he worried about me. They could probably take out the band of riders if it came to that. They were from Rohan though, and from what I read Eomer was a valiant, kind man.
Emerging from our hiding spot beneath the rubble and rock, we moved toward the riders. In seconds, we were surrounded by the men and horses. They hastily pulled out their spears, and they were pointed at us.
"Riders of Rohan," Aragorn boomed "What news from the Mark?" A beefy blonde rider turned to another blonde rider, who I assumed was Eomer, with respect. He was young and handsome, even with the metal covering his face. He would be King of Rohan after all of this was over. Now, he looked worn out and his eyes were full of rage and hopelessness. The time was harsh for him. I recalled he was cast out due to Grima.
"What a strange group. There are men, an elf, a dwarf, and a woman," He turned to me. I pulled my hood back rashly and glared at him. He assumed I was weak. Legolas's hand tightened on his bow. Some of the men exchanged glances, and I could feel a plethora of eyes on me.
"A beauty too," One of the riders commented. I almost snorted.
"What business do you have here?" Eomer demanded. "I do not have time for trifling matters," Eomer rudely stated. Maybe I was wrong about him. We were intruders though.
"Rider, give me your name, and I shall tell you mine," Gimli rumbled.
"If you were taller dwarf, I would be able to cut your head off. I do not feel like reaching," Eomer laughed along with the rest of his men. Legolas pulled out an arrow and aimed it towards his head.
"It is Lord Eomer," I said without even thinking. They had pissed me off so much. "You have been banished have you not?" I asked him. All eyes were on my now. Eomer stared at me with cold, brown eyes and got off from his horse. Legolas still had his bow ready.
"Put it down," I whispered to him. He was not phased by what I had said. "Legolas!" He looked at me angrily. "Trust me," I said. He slowly put his weapon down as I put my hand on his own.
"And who are you lady and how do you know this?" Eomer stopped right in front of me. I had to admit, I was intimidated a little. He was after all well over six feet, and I was in circle trapped by spears and angry horse-men. I was about to open my mouth to try to save my hide, but Aragorn beat me to it. I felt Legolas's hand move me back towards him.
"I am Aragorn,son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, Boromir, son of Denethor, Legolas of the Woodland Realm, and Elena of Rivendell. We are friends of Rohan and of Theoden, your king," Aragorn said. At the mention of this he seemed to forget all about me and turned his gaze from Aragorn and Boromir, recognizing the importance of them.
"Lower your weapons!" Eomer commanded. All of the riders took back their spears and seemed to allow us more room in the circle. His eyes drifted on the two men for a couple seconds and then returned to me. I was a little scared of the question he was going to ask.
"Like the lady has said, we have been banished. The King has been poisoned, and his mind is overthrown. It is Saruman's doing, and he has taken lordship over Rohan. These are the riders that stay loyal to Rohan, and we are banished because of this. Saruman walks through the land disguised as an old, hooded man, and his spies are everywhere. So forgive me for not putting my trust in visitors right away," Eomer relaxed a little, but I could tell he was annoyed with me. It didn't seem like he was about to ask me any questions though.
"Riders, we are no spies. We are following Saruman's uruks that have taken two of our men. They are hobbits," Aragorn paused looking around. "They are very short and resemble children in stature."
The riders looked among themselves, worried. Grumblings went through the crowd.
"We have slain Uruk-hai just the night before," Eomer said regrettably. "There were none left alive."
Gimli gasped as Boromir buried his head into his hands.
"Tis my fault! The hobbits," He murmured into his hands.
"I am very sorry," Eomer said. Boromir seemed very disturbed and a wave of anxiety and sadness fell over The Fellowship. Eomer talked with Aragorn for a couple more minutes, and Eomer decided to be generous with us.
Giving us three horses, Eomer wished us a safe journey and apologized for the hobbits.
"I wish you the best of luck, but do not put your faith in hope. There is no more in Rohan," He said. Eomer glanced at all of us and then hopped back onto his horse, calling his riders. The Rohirrim slowly vanished in the distance. We all watched as the rode away.
I walked up to Boromir who was petting one of the horses Eomer had given us. All three horses were beautiful. One looked to be an Arabian while the other two were black.
"We will find or avenge them," I comforted him. As I was trying to comfort Boromir, Legolas came from behind me.
"Elena, please be careful whilst saying things to people that can kill you," Legolas said annoyed with my almost-face-off with Eomer. I grunted in response. Aragorn rode on the Arabian while Legolas and Gimli shared a horse and Boromir and I used the other. I was put in the
The rest of the journey to Fangorn was much more comfortable sitting on horses, but it was a quiet one. They were all determined to find out the truth of the hobbits, especially Boromir.
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We finally came upon the death site. The smell of rotting flesh was in the air, and it made me want to gag. The smell was worse than the trolls and so was the sight. A mound of dead Uruks lay near the start of the forest, dead for hours it had seemed. Gross, mangled parts were spread about splashed with Saruman's white sign. Mixtures of blood and earth rested below us, getting on the underside of my shoes. While we took everything in, I noticed the dying smoke flumes floating upwards signalling this had only occurred about a day or two ago. Hopefully, it hadn't attracted other things. Ever since the orcs had kidnapped me outside of Moria and Haldir showed up in Moria, who knew what could happen. I looked to Boromir and wondered how much trouble he was going to cause me. It was my own fault though. I was the one who had saved him.
Everyone dismounted from the horses and they stood there loyal to us, waiting. The people of Rohan were known for horse-riding, and these horses were trained very well. They caused us no trouble on the way to Fangorn.
All of us became scattered, looking at the remains of the battle. Boromir sank to his knees at the pile of dead bodies.
"Tis one of their wee belts" Gimli picked up a miniature belt that had certainly belonged to one of the hobbits. Aragorn turned in a full cirlce, gazing intently at all around him.
"No!" Aragorn shook his head in disbelief. I walked over to him staring at all the dead . Legolas was quiet but then started mumbling in elvish about their souls.
"Aragorn look around," I said him. His eyebrows drew near to his eyes as he looked at me in confusion. Aragorn stared at the dirt and ash. He bent down low and his hand felt the soft dirt. The necklace from Arwen swayed out from underneath his shirt, and I smiled thinking about her. I missed the elleth.
"The hobbits were here," He said. Gimli and Legolas went to him, looking at the place he was surveying, but Boromir was still on his knees. I walked over to Boromir, letting Aragorn figure out what I already knew. My hand went to his shoulder to try to comfort him. His breath came out ragged, like he was about to cry or he had just stopped.
"Boromir come on," I said. I scooted closer to the large man. He probably thought I was so heartless for not crying.
"No Elena. I cannot get up. Tis my fault they are dead. I should be dead," He cried into my embrace.
"Boromir, there is a reason why you are still alive. You have Eru to thank," I said using one of Legolas's sayings.
"I have you to thank," He said. I hoisted back up could see a trail where tears had flown down his face and whisked the mud and dirt from part of it.
"Let's see if Aragorn has discovered anything," I led him to Aragorn and went to go stand by Legolas.
Aragorn stared at the ground in disbelief, following the trail of the hobbits. Everyone watched closely as he traveled from place to place, describing what the hobbits had done. As he got closer to the woods, the others followed, but my hand stopped Legolas. Legolas seemed to be the most calm out of all of them, but I had expected it. He had lived for centuries. I couldn't even imagine all the death he had encountered.
"I wanted to thank you," I said to Legolas. He stared down at me in shock. I was shocked too by what I said, but I continued, taking his attention away from Aragorn. Every second I was here, I didn't know how many more I was going to be alive or with him. I had to thank him as soon as I could.
"I know this probably isn't the right time, but I need to thank you. You have been here for me. In Rivendell you were my teacher and you have my trust. You have helped me along the way and you continue to concern yourself with my matters that do not need to effect you. You care," I said, reminiscing the days from Rivendell and the earlier part of our trip. He nodded slowly.
"If I could tell anyone what I know, it would be you," I told him truthfully. "Things are going to get hard, and I want you to know that I care for you too, and I am here for you," I could feel myself getting closer to him.
"Elena," He mumbled his face getting closer to mine. I didn't know if I was going to stop him. I had tried so hard to keep him out, but I didn't think I could any longer.
"They are alive!" Aragorn yelled making Legolas and I break apart before anything happened. Straightening up, Legolas looked at Aragorn in shock "They ran into Fangorn Forest!" Aragorn, Boromir, and Gimli sprinted to us.
"What made them go into the accursed forest?" Gimli muttered looking at the trees that served as a barrier between him and the hobbits. Fangorn did seem a little ominous to me, but it was getting dark. Darkness was probably the reason for my fear, so I relaxed.I didn't want to scare myself before I went into it.
"They are alive!" Boromir kissed my hand. I could feel Legolas stiffen next to me even though Boromir's gesture was nothing romantic, but rather out of excitement and joy. Boromir was going on a roller coaster of emotions, and he deserved a little break from scrutiny. A new found glee had settled over the group, and in the midst of all the death, the atmosphere had lightened.
"We must hurry!" Gimli said.
"We must not go into the forest at night," Legolas said stopping us. He tried not to look at me.
"Legolas is right. It is dangerous. We should sleep here for the night and regain our energy. As soon as dawn breaks, we will retrieve the hobbits," He said.
The group argued a little, deciding on whether or not we would head into the forest tonight or tomorrow morning. I was trying to stay out of it, partly because I was thinking about what just didn't happen with Legolas and me and partly because I was really tired. Gimli and Boromir wanted to go into the forest right at that second, but Legolas and Aragorn knew it wasn't a wise choice.
"Well, let the lady decide," Boromir motioned to me I looked up and all four men were staring at me, waiting for me to end the conversation.
"We will stay here the night. Trust me when I say we should," I gave up. Gimli and Boromir sighed with defeat, but came to an understanding because they knew I had more knowledge than they did of the matter.
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A small camp was set up, and I was sprawled out on my cloak, my only comfort. Boromir had collected firewood from the outskirts of the forest while I made sure everyone got food into them. Lembas was working wonders for this trip. The only problem was that water was scarce, but we drank most of what we had left. Hopefully, we would replenish our stock tomorrow. I had volunteered to go get water before the sun completely went down, but no one wanted me or anyone else to go in too deep.
The fire was dim now, and everyone had made a make-shift bed around the fire. I cold feel the growing warmth on my back even though I had been the furthest away from the fire. I had always hated fire, but it was the only thing keeping me warm out in the wilderness. My pack served as my pillow, and I felt my eyelids get heavy as I listened to Gimli's snoring. He was surely asleep. I wasn't sure about the rest of them, but I could only assume so. We had been traveling non stop for four or five days, and everyone including myself deserved the rest.
I was so weary but could not force myself to sleep even when I shut my eyes. I poked me head up, looking around me. No one was moving and the fire was still there. We had made camp as far away from the Uruk bodies as possible, but I could still smell the awful stench. I sighed lightly and scavenged for something in my pack. As soon as my hand felt for the leather, I knew I had made a mistake. I pulled out Arya's diary and looked at it for a couple of seconds before putting it away again. I was too much of a coward to look inside. I knew I was going to have to look at it soon, but I wanted to wait until we reached Edoras. I exhaled sharply and roughly hit my head against my pack, squeezing my eyes shut. My hand felt for my necklace that was around my neck and I clutched on to it tightly. I missed home, but what was home now? My body restlessly moved about, trying to get comfortable.
"Elena sleep," I heard a masculine voice say. The voice started humming a tune that soothed me. Someone threw their cloak over me, and I knew I was put under a sleeping spell because I instantly fell into darkness.
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It wasn't dawn just yet, I realized as my eyes flicked open. The darkness still has a hold over the sky, but I knew the light was coming soon because I had slept for a long time. I felt re-energized and wonderful. I flipped over to see cold ashes instead of the fire there last night. Across from the dead fire, I could see Legolas laying on cold ground. I gripped his cloak around me tighter, burying my face deep in it, inhaling wood and smoke and the smell of him. I was contemplating shutting my eyes for a couple more minutes because no one else was up. I sunk further into the two cloaks, getting comfortable again when I heard a crack. I shot up about to warn the others, but something stopped me. A weird sensation rose over me, and I felt like I was not control over my body. The only thing I had power over was my eyes, which went to the trees, searching for something or someone.
"Elena," I sharply turned. She was here.
Standing behind me with arms crossed, Octavia looked down upon me. Her dark hair was lustrous and her grey eyes looked over me. Her beauty was almost unbelievable. She looked just as ostentatious as she had last time. I remembered Haldir telling me she was not an elf. She was too otherwordly to be human, but I couldn't fathom a name for what she was. My eyes flew to her ears, and they were rounded rather than pointed, like they were last time. What was she? She was wearing a deep purple gown and a huge red stone was clasped by a chain around her neck. "The elf, really?" She looked at the cloak draped over me and then to Legolas, mocking me. I was at a loss for words. I looked at Legolas, and he hadn't stirred.
Octavia sank down as if she was just getting comfortable. "We really need to talk, don't we?" She smiled. Her plump,red lips formed a smile. "Whoops," She said looking to my mouth. Whatever affected me had fleeted, and I was about to say something,but Octavia took a sharp breath in and cursed. I turned around to see what she was staring at and I saw Legolas gripping his bow staring past me at Octavia. I turned back to Octavia, ready to jump up, but she was already gone. The new rays of morning were in her place, and it was like she wasn't there at all.
"Please tell me you saw her?" I asked him. The others stirred and were starting to wake up, oblivious of what just happened. He nodded. Legolas had been the only witness.
" I did not just see her. I know her," Legolas said dumbfounded.
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So, I don't know what to feel about this chapter. There was a lot happening in it and it kind of went fast sorry! I have not edited yet, but hopefully you guys liked some elements of it!