Hey, Guys! I know it's been a month since the last update. My Beta and I were crazy busy this month between school and social events, so sorry for the delay. This is another chapter with Enya in it! The next chapter will have Isabella. I'm really curious what you think of my OCs right now? I know I'm excited to flesh them out for you guys but you haven't really told me what you think of Enya and Isabella yet. Anyway, here is the new chapter hope you all enjoy!

AndurilofTolkien: I know, poor Thranduil! It was kind of weird writing him so sad but I think I was able to keep him in character? Hopefully!

Alibird1: Thank you so much Ms. Reader! I thought it would be helpful to point out that I fixed mistakes and I'm glad you enjoyed experiencing it again! I enjoyed when I saw that you had reviewed, which I remember put a giant smile on my face. You keep on keeping on yourself ;)


Of Our Different World ~ 3

Chapter 3

Rivendell

The trees started to thin out and Enya was surprised to see only rocks and very few trees upon the large plain. Soon they made their way to the entrance of a hidden cave. I wonder what lays ahead of us?

"Are you able to walk on foot?" Elrohir asked her soberly.

"I believe so," Enya answered.

All three of them dismounted and lead their horses in one at a time. Elladan was the first to walk into the cave and was followed by Enya, Elrohir came last and kept a close eye on Enya to make sure she wouldn't collapse. He didn't worry too much though, for She looked healthy enough. He was sure with some fresh food, some water and a great deal of rest she would heal very quickly. He was impressed that not once did she complain about the wounds upon her arm. Some were deep and would need to be looked at by his father. But not once did the Dúndain ranger complain or even notice it besides a wince here and there. This did not go unnoticed by himself or his twin. She seemed a lot stronger then she appeared.

Soon, they were out of the cave. Enya was blinded by the sun, she blinked and was then struck by awe. For in front of her stood Imadaris and it was breathtaking. Within seconds Enya felt a strong pull to make it faster to the safe haven. She and her companies mounted once more and made their way up a stony path. All the while Enya looked around her in wonder. The closer they become the more she could see the details and the architect. Elladan couldn't help but hide a smirk at Enya's reaction. While Elrohir silently watched her reactions. He loved watching the sparkle in her eyes looking at one thing after another. He wondered what she thought of it all.

The path led to a bridge that was a fair distance from the flowing river below. Even the stone bridge had detail and Enya wondered just how long ago it had been built. At the end of the bridge, there stood two tall, stone guardians of the safe haven. There was a large round landing before a long flight of stairs. A welcoming figure descended the stairs. He was neither young nor old, he had a slightly amused face and greeted the twins each with an embrace. Then he stood a foot taller than Enya in front of her with a surprised expression. He looked almost as the twins did with large dark hair, fair skin, the only difference being that his eyes held an unspeakable amount of wisdom that the neither of the twins had inherited as of yet.

"My Lord, this is the Lady Enya, daughter of Fararim," Elrohir introduced.

"Oh, Fararim wrote to me of your birth. That was at least twenty-one years since that day," the figure remarked.

"Lady Enya, this is our lord father Elrond," Elrohir explained.

"My lord," Enya said without hesitation and placed her hand upon her heart in greeting.

Elrond's amused smile only seemed to become more pronounced as he led them all to the stairs. They made their way to the house Enya couldn't help but take in every arch and painting, every stone figure and every little detail that her eyes could make out.

"How are Fararim and Maran? I have not heard from your father for an age. I hope they are well."

"Well, my lord…." Enya started. "My parents are no longer counted among the living, my lord."

Elrond's face fell, "I'm sorry to hear this. Your father was a good man and a good friend."

"Yes, my lord. He often spoke of your kindness to him. You aided him when very few would. And for that, you shall always have my respect. I offer you my service," Enya declared with a small bow, her hand in a fist upon her heart.

"And you shall have mine and all my family's," he gestured back with his own bow. "My home is yours."

"Thank you, Lord Elrond. You are too kind."

Suddenly the pain in her arm made itself known. Elrond noticed the wince that appeared upon her face and looked at her closely in concern.

"What is it, child? What ails you?" Elrond asked her.

"It's my arm," Enya explained.

Elrond looked at her to continue explaining.

"I was attacked upon the road by Wargs. If your sons had not come to my rescue I would be dead," Enya finished.

"I shall see to the wound," Elrond declared and gestured her to follow him.

He walked out of the room and lead her through a hallway into a room of healing. There was no one else in the room. Elrond gestured for her to roll up her sleeve, which she did. He looked at the scars and bits upon her arm closely. Most of them weren't that deep, one, however, was deep and still looked very red. Elrond gathered different ointments and herbs. He brewed a tea that had a strong herb smell about it. Once the tea was finished he headed it to her.

"Drink this, but slowly," he directed.

Enya did as she was told and slowly drank the tea. It was slightly sweet and had a very herby taste to it. She enjoyed the small after taste that tickled her tongue as she finished it off. When she was finished she handed the cup back to Lord Elrond with her good arm.

Then he went to work about appealing ointment to her wound and bandaged it with a clean cloth.

He made a sling for her arm and slowly placed her arm within it. Once he was finished he looked over at her in fatherly concern, he had made sure that he had been at gentle as he could be. "You will not be able to write or handle a weapon until it's fully healed. I believe it will heal quickly. I shall look at it tomorrow and see how it fairs," Elrond explained.

"Thank you, Lord Elrond," Enya said gratefully.

He helped her up and they made their way back to the main hall where a servant and Elrond's two sons stood. Elrohir looked relieved when he saw that Enya had a new bandage upon her arm and that she had her arm in a sling.

"Since you know the way to your rooms well enough you may go," Elrond spoke to his sons. Then turning towards Enya and to one of the servants that stood just behind her, "Mela, please show the lady Enya to one of our guest rooms. And see to anything that she is in need of."

"Thank you, my lord," Enya said.

"It is my pleasure. I hope to see you at dinner," he remarked.

Enya smiled, only nodded her head in confirmation and followed after the maid. Enya continued to take in every detail as the maid tried not to outright laugh at the look of awe that Enya still had plastered upon her face. It was not often that someone so young came to Imadaris and fewer still were human girls. Mela could already see a gentle and yet free spirit within Enya.

They made their way silently down the hallway until they stopped in front of a large door. Mela opened it and stepped aside to let Enya within the room. The room was beautiful. There was a large queen size bed with comfortable looking comforter, sheets, and pillows. She slowly placed her pack upon the floor. A large vanity of mahogany, a large candle handler that twisted beautifully this way and that stood tall. A large wardrobe, Enya opened it to find at least ten very beautiful dresses that happened to be her size. There were only three walls for the last one opened up into a balcony and looked over the valley. Enya stepped out upon it and took a deep breath and let out a contented sigh. The air was fresh, the birds were singing and she could hear the peaceful waterfall that her view allowed her to see very clearly. She walked back into the main room and started to unpack her things.

"Can I help you with anything else, my lady?" Mela asked as Enya started to take out her belongings.

"No thank you," Enya politely refused.

"Would you like my help to dress for dinner later on?" Mela asked pointedly.

"Yes, thank you. That would be most helpful," Enya replied with a smile.

"Till then, my lady," Mela said with a bow, she shut the door and left.

Enya continued to take out her belongings and started to place everything where she thought it would look best. Lastly, she pulled out her two most treasured possessions, her parents'' journals. One belonged to her father when he was young. It held his account of growing up in Imadaris, leaving and when he had met her mother. Mother's was a little less exciting but it held its own insight into her mother's character and spirit. Enya often missed her parents and reading their words somehow made her feel less lonely. She often loved reading each of their accounts of meeting and falling in love.

After a wonderful dreamless nap, Enya awoke, a little confused at her surroundings until she remembered that she was no longer in one of her own camps or back home in her father's house. She wondered onto the balcony and could sense all the little creatures getting to their homes and getting much-needed sleep. She could sense the peace falling upon them. She wondered how she had managed to be calm before ever going to such a peaceful haven. She was broken from her thoughts by a small knock upon her door.

"Come in," she cried.

The figure that appeared from the door was Mela and Enya gave her a bright smile, before taking one last glance at the setting sun.

Mela helped Enya into a beautiful long sleeved dress that was a light blue with silver and white details that sparkled in the candlelight. Looking at herself in the vanity mirror Enya thought that she looked rather pretty. Another knock on the door surprised her, it was not lessened when she saw who stood on the other side of the door, Lord Elrond.

"My Lord Elrond, is everything alright?" Enya asked in concern.

"Everything is quite alright. I am here to take you to dinner, my lady," he said with a bow.

"Oh my, thank you, my lord," Enya replied with a hurried curtsey.

So Enya and Elrond arrived in the dining area beside one another. Elladan seemed to be amused by the scene. Arwen looked pleased to see another young woman and Elrohir had the same unreadable expression as when Enya had first met him. She wondered what the face meant. Was he pleased? Uninterested in even her presence? Or was he displeased by her presence in his father's home? She wondered why she cared what Elrohir thought of her.

During their feast, Enya sat between Arwen and Elladan. Both of them spoke to her and within a short amount of time had made her feel almost as if she was home and not in a strange house. Elrond spoke to her friendly and even Elrohir spoke here and there, but it was always short and he didn't say anything that wasn't to the point of what he meant and then he was silent. She noticed that he often looked stern and didn't smile as often as his siblings. He looked as if something was weighing on his mind. And by his faces, it wasn't something good.


Please tell me what you thought of the chapter in the reviews. And favorite and follow :)