Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of it's character
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Oddly enough there's a sorta love/break-up scene in this chapter...did not plan that. :)
Calemir laid upon a bed of golden leaves when she opened her eyes, instead of the cold, wet stones she had gone to sleep on. She looked up at the treetops in confusion. She sat up and looked around. If she had to guess she would say she was in the golden forest of Lothloiren in that beautiful time of autumn. Yet it was different from what she remembered. Younger almost if that was possible. She stood up, noticing Frodo and Sam weren't with her and she was without she weapons. She looked around, hearing and seeing nothing of the Hobbits. Calemir started walking north. Something compelling her to do so. she came to ruins of what used to be a castle of Men. It didn't appear Elvish, or at least any building she had seen.
She stopped and hid behind a tree. Peering around the corner. There, pacing the ruins was a she-elf. Beautiful and tall with golden hair not unlike her own. Calemir looked at her hair in comparison. thilethiel, she knew that to be the woman. Ithilethiel stopped her pacing and looked east. A man stepped out of the shadows. He had long dark hair and pale skin with dark eyes. His was covered in evil looking armor. Yet he was handsome. He walked up to Ithilthiel. Laying a hand on her cheek in a loving manner. He leaned in for a kiss but she stopped him. Placing a hand over his mouth and pushed him away slightly. He looked confused. "Ithilthiel what is it, my love?" He asked.
Ithilethiel stepped away from him, turning her back to him. She seemed upset. "How could you Mairon?" The man known as Mairon sighed. " It is Sauron now! I did it for us! Don't you see all the power we have." He tried to reason with her. "I do not want power." She said and looked back at him, sad with tears in her blue eyes. "I was promised to Marion the Admirable, not Sauron." She turned away from him. Sauron stood in shock, his mouth agape. "Ithilthiel, what is it you're saying?" He asked in disbelief. "The marriage is off, Sauron." Her voice was hard as steel. Before Sauron could convince her otherwise. She took off running into the forest. Running right through Calemir.
Calemir startled herself awake. Her fast breathing was the only indication of her dream. She laid still and looked forward. Seeing Sam curled up on his bedroll not far away. They had gone to sleep with Frodo between them. The warmth next to her and the breathe upon her breast gave away to where Frodo had wandered to in his sleep. She looked down at the sleeping Hobbit, curling against her like a cub would do to a mother in the wild. Seeking warmth from the cold. Calemir sighed and let him sleep.
Frodo hadn't gotten much sleep since they started. Calemir, who often stayed up because her kind did not need much rest. Could see through his act and knew most nights he stayed wide-awake. This was the first night she had seen him sleep.
He stirred as if troubled by his own dream. Not long he woke himself. "Gandalf!" He said in fear. Sam stirred in his spot but Frodo's voice was muffled enough that he did not wake. Frodo lay panting and shivering in fear, unconsciously grabbing Calemir's cloak to warm his self. He froze when his senses came back to him. Frodo slowly looked up at Calemir, noting she was awake. He shuffled back from her. "C-Calemir! I-I didn't know, I mean I didn't, um…" He trailed off and Calemir smiled at him. Patting the room left on her bedroll. Frodo sat for a moment before settling back in his spot. Calemir threw her cloak around him. "It is alright Frodo. I am just happy to see you sleep." Frodo looked away in shame at being caught. "You knew?" She gave a sad smile. "Of course, there is not much you can fake around an Elf, Frodo." She ran a hand through his curly hair. "Go back to sleep Frodo." He sighed and closed his eyes. Calemir continued to run a hand through his hair till he fell asleep. Not long after he curled up against her for warmth.
Calemir stood at the top of the ridge, watching Frodo then Sam descent down the elven rope. A gift from Lady Galadriel, it was unlikely to fail but she didn't want to take the chance. Frodo and Sam climbed down the giant rock in the Emyn Muil. "Can you see the bottom?" Sam asked, looking down at Frodo. "No! Don't look down, Sam! Just keep going." Sam slipped and a box dropped from his bag. "Argh! Catch it. Grab it Mr. Frodo!" He said in a panic. Frodo managed to grab the box but slipped instead. "Arghh!" He fell. "Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked in worry as he fell. Frodo landed safely on the ground. He stood up and looked around. "I think I've found the bottom." Sam climbed down. "Bogs and rope and goodness knows what. It's not natural. None of it." Frodo shook his head and looked down at the box.
"What's in this?" He asked. "Nothing. Just a bit of seasoning. I thought maybe if we was having a roast chicken one night or something." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Roast Chicken?!" Frodo asked in disbelief. "You never know." Frodo smiled. "Sam, my dear Sam." He opened the box, looking at the seasoning. "It's very special, that. It's the best salt in all the Shire." Frodo had a far away look in his eye. "It is special. It's a little bit of home." He looked up into the fog. "Calemir? You can come down Calemir, we found the bottom." There was no response. "Calemir?" He asked again, worry filling his voice. He knew she could take care of herself but she could be overpowered just like anyone else. A moment later she came sliding down the rope gracefully. She landed gently on the ground. Sam huffed in annoyance and Calemir pranced past them. Frodo was not surprised by her ease of rock climbing. It was elven rope and she was an Elf.
Frodo looked at Sam's rope hanging down from the rock. "We can't leave this here for someone to follow us." He said. Calemir had left them behind, seemly knowing something they didn't "Who's gonna follow us down here, Mr. Frodo? It's a shame really. Lady Galadriel gave me that. Real Elvish rope. Well there's nothing for it. It's one of my knots. Won't come free in a hurry." Sam pulled the rope and all of a sudden it dropped down. Hitting Sam in the face. Frodo looked over his shoulder to see Calemir laugh from where she stood several yards away. He turned back to Sam. "Real Elvish rope."
A/N; that's chapter...4? i numbered these wrong as i saved them -_-" Guess who making appearance soon! yup Gollum, it may take a awhile before the next chapter is out because i have a twist i want to put in but i make it fit in with the other events going on in the story.
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