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Calemir stood beside the door to Legolas' room. He was changing out of his formal attire to something more suitable for the road. The Fellowship was making all haste to get going. Legolas came out of his room. Attaching the leather brace to his wrist. He had a quiver of arrows and a longbow on his back. Calemir had one similar, not as finely made and she wasn't as good a shot as he was. But she could take down any Orcs that came her way. "This is a fool's mission. You know that right?" She said. "Is it? Aragorn doesn't think so." Legolas didn't bother to look at her. As he attempted to fix on his armor one handed. Calemir signed and took it from him. Attaching it the right way. "Aragorn is a good man and Ranger and would make a great king." She looked up at him as she finished. He was much closer than she thought.
"But he is young and foolish to believe something such as this can be done." She stepped back with a blush. Giving Legolas more personal space. "You must stop worrying my Lady." Legolas said. While not a noble by birth. Legolas had the habit of calling her 'Lady'. Most times it was to get on her good side. "Walk with me?" He asked. Calemir nodded and they wandered the halls together. They only had a short amount of time before the Fellowship would head out.
"What are you planning to do?" Legolas asked her. Calemir shrugged, having no solid answer. "Continue to wander perhaps. I haven't seen Rohan in very long time." Legolas stopped and Calemir was jerked back and turn around. Not expecting it. "Actually my Lady. I ask that you stay here, in Rivendell." He said. Calemir knew while he said 'ask' he was ordering her. As Prince of Mirkwood, he did have some auditory over her. But she didn't have to listen to him. "What? Legolas I wish you would stop treating me as if I am a century old child. I can take care of myself." Calemir crossed her arms and looked away. He had her best interests at heart but still it bothered her. That he felt the need to protect her. Legolas grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled her into a tight hug. Laying his head on top of hers.
While her and Legolas had shared many hug in their time knowing each other. This one different from the others, intimate almost. "Please Calemir, for me. I do not want to have to worry about you while I am traveling." She looked up at him. He had a pleading look on his face. Calemir sighed. "You a lucky Elf Legolas. I must love you a lot to stay." An emotion flashed through his eyes when she said love but he blinked and it was gone. "You say that as if you don't enjoy your time in Rivendell." He gave her a teasing smile. "No! No, no I do love it here but you know me." Calemir had always been a restless soul. Staying one place for a year or so before moving on. The last time she had Rivendell was over several years ago.
Legolas finally pulled back from her and kept hold of her wrist. "Come, the Fellowship will be leaving soon." Calemir walked with him to a glade beneath an old stone arch. There he left her to join the others. Calemir went to stand beside Arwen. Giving her a polite smile. She could only wander how Arwen felt about Aragorn going. Elrond spoke to them, gazing sternly at the faces before him. Frodo stood, listening, slightly apart from the others. "The Ring-Bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom. On you who travel with no oath nor bond are laid, to go further than you will." Elrond said. "Farewell. Hold to your purpose. May the blessings of Elves and Men and all free folk go with you." Elrond spread his arms, and Legolas and Aragorn bowed their heads, hands upon hearts.
Legolas turns towards her and Calemir shook her head slightly. He bowed to her. Calemir stepped forward but Arwen's hand stopped her from running to him. Keeping her composure, Calemir put her hand over her heart and did the same. Arwen gave her hand a squeeze.
"The Fellowship awaits the Ring-bearer." Gandalf said. Frodo turned and walked forward, uncertainly. Before him, the path winded away to either side. "Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right." He whispered softly. "Left." The Fellowship departed beneath the old arch of lichen-encrusted stone. Legolas looked over his shoulder and gave her a charming smile. Calemir gave a faint smile in return. Aragorn remained where he stood, and turned to Arwen. Across the path between them they gazed into one another's eyes. Arwen's face was sorrowful; Aragorn smiled faintly, and nodded a farewell. He walked out. Calemir gave her hand a squeeze. She broke her gaze and looked at Calemir. Giving her a sad smile.
Since the Fellowship left Calemir had took to spending her time with Arwen. The She-Elf looked so lonely and sad. Calemir felt bad for her. She felt the need to distract Arwen from thinking of Aragorn. Arwen had taken to mothering her through. Calemir put up with to take Arwen's mind off Aragorn.
They were sitting in Arwen's room. With Arwen brushing Calemir's hair, she tilted her head to the side as she ran the brush through. The color seemed to gleam with each brush stroke, turning liquid gold before her eyes. "This is such an odd color. Do elves of Mirkwood commonly have this color?" She asked. Arwen had only seen the pale blonde and brown before. Calemir opened her eyes. "No." She gave a nervous laugh. "A accident with spider venom I'm afraid." Arwen gasped softly. "Are you alright?" Calemir waved off her worry. "Oh nothing of that sort. My father was testing the effects of spider venom and I bumped into the table. Spilling a bottle on my hair." She said, closing her eyes again as Arwen continued her brushing. "What happen?" She asked. Calemir shrugged. "My hair turned to this color. No matter what my father did he could not fix it. Oddly enough that's how I met Legolas." She said. "Do tell." Arwen said with a smile. Calemir always seem to light up when she spoke of the Prince. Arwen set down the brush and started braiding her hair.
"Well, my father took me to see the King Thranduil. Legolas' father. To show him what happened with the venom. Legolas happened to be there. While our fathers talked. Legolas took me aside and kept me entertained."
She said then laughed. Arwen smiled. "What?" Shed asked. Not understanding the hidden joke. "I just remembered I thought Legolas was the most beautiful elf I had ever seen. I had a bit of a crush on him as a child." Calemir blushed. She thought of her dear Legolas. Only when she did, a vision of Sauron flashed before her eyes. Pain coasted through her head. She closed them and flinched in pain. "Sorry." Arwen said, thinking she had pulled Calemir hair. Pain ebbed in Calemir's skull and she frowned. "It is fine."
They lapsed back into silence. Calemir closed her eyes as Arwen's gentle fingers weaved through her hair. Arwen liked to keep her own hair simple but with Calemir. She tried all sorts of braids.
There was a knock on the door and both elves looked over as it opened. A male elf came in, bowing in respect. "My Ladies, Lord Elrond would like to speak to Lady Calemir." Calemir never understood why everyone always referred to her as 'Lady Calemir'. She was no Lady. They probably just assumed so because that's what Legolas always called her. "All right." Calemir stood up. Her hair full of braids of gold that looked like something the Dwarves would craft. "Excuse me, Arwen." Arwen, while slightly worried nodded and Calemir left.
She found Lord Elrond pacing his study. Worry etched on his face. "You summoned me?" She tried to get his attention. It took him a moment but he finally remembered her. "Yes, Calemir. I need to do something for me." He said. "Of course, anything Lord Elrond." She said politely but she doubted she would enjoy what he asked of her. "I need to you set out for the Anduin River. There you will find the Fellowship or at least part of it." Elrond told, unsure of the information himself. "Part? Elrond I'm afraid I do not follow. What has happened to the Fellowship?' She asked, thinking of Legolas. Even Aragorn, what would happen to Arwen if something happened to Aragorn? "They have broken up, taking their own paths. You are to find and help Frodo on his." Elrond told her. Calemir remembered the Hobbit from Council meeting, though she had never actually met him. "Lord Elrond, why me?" Calemir couldn't help but ask. Everything Elrond had done with her involved had been unclear so far. "You know the lands of Middle-Earth better than anyone else here." Elrond gestured to the city around him. "All right Elrond, I will do it."
She turned around but stopped, remembering something. "Lord Elrond, perhaps you could enlighten me on something." Elrond nodded and gestured for her to continue. "Why did you call to me the Council meeting? You and I both know I do not give good advice and only a fool would follow my words." Elrond smiled a bit. It was true; Calemir was the worst person to ask help for. He stopped smiling now, becoming serious. "I believe you may have a bigger part in this than you might think. What it is I do not know." Calemir frowned; she was left with more questions then answers.
"Lord Elrond, if it's not too much trouble. Can I ask one more thing." Calemir asked. It had been bugging her since the Council of Elrond. "Sauron's history. I would like to know a bit more about it." She bit her lip nervously, she didn't want to look interested in Sauron but she hoped it might shed some light on things. Elrond gestured fro her to sit down. They sat down on a bench together.
"In the earliest of days, before the Valar entered Arda, Sauron was originally known as Mairon the Admirable, a powerful Maia of Aule the Smith, who was a Vala, creator of Dwarves. However, Mairon was soon corrupted by the Dark Lord Morgoth. "The Great Enemy" in the tongue of men, an evil Vala and Dark Enemy of Arda and turned evil, taking the name, "Sauron." At first, he was a spy for Morgoth, telling him of the Valar's doings.
Ever after, Sauron served Morgoth faithfully, and even in later days, after Morgoth was defeated and locked outside the confines of the world, Sauron encouraged and cocerced some men to worship Morgoth as the one and true god. However, while Morgoth wanted to either control or destroy the very matter of Arda itself, Sauron's desire was to dominate the minds and wills of its creatures, as well as establish himself as the ruler of Arda from his tower of Barad-dur in Mordor. However, he originally dwelt in Angband in the Iron Mountains for a period of time before Melkor came and claimed it again in the First Age.
During the First Age, the Noldorin elves left the Blessed Realm of Valinor in the Utter West in order to wage war on the Morgoth, who had stolen the Silmarils of Feanor, enchanted gems that glowed with light from the now-destroyed Trees on Valinor. In that war, Sauron served as Mogoth's chief lieutenant, surpassing all other in rank save Gothmog, the Lord of Balrogs. Known as Gorthaur the Cruel, Sauron at that time was known for his sorcery, was a master of illusions, and could change his form.
He was a master of werewolves, chief among them Draugluin, Sire of Wevewolves, and Vampires, among them Thuringwethil, his herald. When Morgoth left Angband to corrupt the newly awakened Atani, Men. Sauron directed the war against the Elves. He conquered the elvish isle ofTol Sirion, so that it became known as Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of Werewolves. Ten years later, Finrod Felagund, the king of Nargothrond and former lord of Tol Sirion died protecting Beren in captivity; soon afterward Luthien and Huan the wolf-hound defeated Sauron in that place and rescued Beren from the dungeons into which Sauron had thrown him.
After his defeat by Lúthien, Sauron played little part in the events of the First Age (possibly hiding from Morgoth's wrath), and after his master was defeated and taken to Valinor in chains, Sauron seemed to repent and pled to Eonwe and the victorious Host of the West for mercy. Although his plea was probably genuine, Sauron was unwilling to return to the Utter West for judgment, and so he fled and hid somewhere in Middle-earth."
Elrond finished and Calemir sighed, while insightful, it was not what she wanted to hear. Elrond saw this. "There was a legend that before Sauron was corrupted by the Dark Lord Morgoth. He was promised to a beautiful elf maiden, Ithilethiel, he loved her but she saw that his heart was drawn to the dark power and she called off the marriage. She ran away and Sauron could not find her. The legend is that he created the One Ring to find her." Calemir nodded, that was some help but it still didn't piece anything together. "You said it was legend, was she not real?" She asked. "That I cannot tell you." Elrond stood up. "Thank you anyways." Calemir got up as well. " I should get going if I want to catch Frodo." She bowed and scurried out of the room.
Arwen was waiting outside the room. "What did my father want?" Calemir urged to walk and talk with her. "I have to leave, and find Frodo. He separated from the rest of the Fellowship and I am to be his new guide." She said as she entered her room. Arwen waited outside. Moments later she came out. Dressed in her normal travel attire. Her bow and quiver on her back. She slipped a short blade into its sheathe. "What has happened to the Fellowship?" Arwen asked in worry. Following Calemir to the stables. Calemir saddled her horse. "I do not know why but I believe no one is dead. She mounted her horse. "Arwen, if I find Aragorn. I'll be sure to sent word to you." Arwen nodded. She grabbed Calemir. Calling her attention back to Arwen. "Until next we meet." Calemir nodded. "Until next we meet. Hopefully you will be standing beside Aragorn."
Calemir nudged her horse forward and took off from Rivendell. Leaving Arwen behind.
A/N: Thank you! LOTR wiki! i got Sauron's history from besides the last part.
Ithililethiel- Moon Maiden (Ith-ill-ehthe-ee-ell)
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