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"Westron/ Common Tongue"
"spell-work"
"Elvish"
Thoughts
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"Help, he is injured. He needs my father! Please, hurry get Lord Elrond!" Arwen was shouting at the unfortunate elf closest to her while others took the small figure off of the horse and carried it towards the halls of healing. Ginny went after them slightly curious but not so anxious as to run. When she got there she found Elrond standing near the head of a bed, Arwen across from him whispering soothing elvish to the convulsing patient. Said patient was small enough to be a child but as Ginny looked closer she saw that its facial structure was that of a man's, a dwarf? But dwarfs were bearded in this realm and did not have huge hairy feet.
She could practically feel waves of tenseness rolling off of Elrond at her spot just inside the doorway. Because she was speaking so quietly Ginny was only able to pick up on few of the melodic words coming from Arwen's mouth, "Stay... us. Come... light." But she could fill in the missing ones. Light, a silvery ethereal light, alive, like an animal. An animal of light? Like a patronus. A patronus... if I made one would it help? But what if someone saw me do it? Part of her brain asked, the other part of her brain, the part that Harry's hero-complex had been rubbing off on was telling her, the heck with it, he needs help. And she complied.
Ginny tried to think of her happiest memory, her mind pictured her sitting on Harry's lap with her friend's all around her conversing happily, that was over two years ago, no over two million years ago, she corrected herself, but she thought it none-the-less. But it wasn't enough. When she murmured, "Expecto Patronum," only a silver whisper of light came from her wand that, though it did calm the mind a bit, did not offer the sense of security and hope that it should have. The thin trail of light snaked around the bed before disappearing along with the effects. But that small bit of happiness was enough to get Elrond focused again. His hands started to glow and that gave Arwen more hope as she was now speaking the elvish words with renewed fervor.
She could not see more because an apprentice healer saw her and ushered her out saying Lord Elrond needed to focus.
Ginny felt something stirring in her mind.
She tried to take her mind off of everything by going about her daily schedule, now she was in the library again. But the books she tried to read only brought memories she was beginning to forget. It isn't a very different kind of book so how is this different? How is it making my terrible memories resurface? She was unconsciously finding all the similarities between her world and this one. Ginny thought back to the only abnormal thing that happened that day: the injured hobbit.
Her memories of the war had faded into something more like a dream, with time and Ginny's own desire not to believe it, they became just little nightmares and not part of her life. She gave up her memories, figuratively, to try and live a domestic life where undesirable things don't just pop up, like a hobbit. She liked the idea of a hobbit's lifestyle now, the very opposite of her at Hogwarts being rowdy and desiring adventure and trying to prove herself.
The injured hobbit must have cracked the shell around her memories that was a false sense of peace, and forced her mind to recognize the fact that those things did, in fact, happen and it was not just her imagination. The world was not a place where nothing happens, but a place where everything bad happens and people could only fool themselves into thinking that nothing was going on and that the world was a peaceful place.
Ginny was sitting there contemplating the things she just rediscovered, she didn't notice the wet film covering her eyes until she blinked and tears spilled down her cheeks. She didn't even want to stop them, it was useless. If she tried to wipe them away then more would only take their place.
She sat there crying at reality cruelly coming back to her. She sat there for a while until the sky grew dark and the stars started twinkling into existence. She had missed dinner but she didn't care, only going up to her room and falling onto the bed all strength gone from her being, and going into a fitful sleep.
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A couple days later, Ginny was on the training grounds practicing when an elleth came up and told her that Lord Elrond wished to speak with her.
Ginny made her way to Lord Elrond's study and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Sounded through the door so she walked in.
"You have something to speak with me about?" She asked the elf,
"Yes Lady Ginevra, you are aware of the hobbit in the halls of healing?"
Ginny frowned slightly at his use of her full name and the title before it, even after all this time she wasn't accustomed to it, "Yes." She said simply, "Is there a problem with him?"
"No, he is fine now, but he came here with a very powerful object." His tone serious,
"Alright, what does this have to do with me?" She questioned.
"I am holding a council to decide the fate of the Ring, and I would like you to join."
Ginny though for a moment, is he asking, but more like telling, me to help with the fate of the world here? That was Harry, Hermione and Ron's job. But they do need some help, and they've been nice to me asking for nothing in return. At that moment she knew that there was no fighting it, her sense of duty and dept was too strong. She decided to help them, at least it would be better than wasting her life away and if her life was in danger, well, it wasn't really in danger thanks to that stupid spell. Stupid Harry, because of what he did she couldn't see him ever again. She noticed that a wet film was covering her eyes and quickly blinked it away. Stay focused… He mentioned a Ring… "The hobbit came with the One Ring?"
"Yes, and there will be a council, that is why all the guests have arrived." Oh so that's why they're here, she had seen a group of dwarfs, different elves, as well as a few men in Rivendell. She could have written off the elves and maybe the men as just refreshing themselves from a hard journey then would soon be on their way, but she heard that elves and dwarfs had an ancient feud and that both of them had a sense of pride to rival that of the Malfoys. "Will you join the council?" He repeated.
Ginny sighed, "Sure, why not."
Elrond seemed pleased, "Thank you, we will tell you when it is time. That will be all." He said and dismissed her.
Since the small conversation with Lord Elrond took up the remaining time for her sword practice she made her way to lunch but wasn't that hungry so she took a pear and started munching on it as she made her way to the gardens. Ginny sat at a curved stone bench surrounded by flowerbeds finishing her fruit and letting her mind wander from thought to thought.
So caught up in her musings she did not notice someone sitting down by her until she heard him ask, "Beggin' your pardon miss, but I haven't seen you around here what's your name?"
Ginny blinked away her surprise and confusion and inspected the person in front of her, he was small under chest height even to her small person, with big hairy feet He is a hobbit, but not the same one as earlier, this one had strawberry-blonde hair, and a rounder stature instead of dark hair. She answered him, "I'm... Ginevra," she still hated it, "And you are?"
The hobbit looked a little abashed and introduced himself, "My name's Sam, Samwise Gamgee." He said with a little bow. There was an akward silence, then, "So, do you like the plants here?"
I raised an eyebrow at his attempt to make small talk, "Yes, they are quite lovely."
"Yes, these are the prettiest flowers I've ever seen, lot of em' I've never even seen before an' I'm a gardener."
"You are a gardener?"
"Yes, I take care of Mr. Frodo's garden. I only wish I could have taken care of him better" He said guiltily.
"Frodo, the injured hobbit?"
"Yeah," He said glumly, "I hope he's alright."
"He is," Ginny said, "Lord Elrond said that he was fine now. My guess is that he will wake up soon from sleeping off any excess sickness"
"Oh, that's great" he said, relief clear on his face. "Well on to brighter thoughts, you are not an elf, why are you here?"
Brighter thoughts, yeah right. But she kept that to herself and tried to come up with something not to dark or that would give away her secret, "Er... I was called to the council." She explained, it wasn't really the reason that she was here but it worked.
"Council? What council?" The hobbit asked.
Ginny raised her eyebrows he was of Mr. Baggins' company but he was not invited? "Lord Elrond is holding a council to decide the fate of the little trinket that Mr. Baggins brought." She said to him.
He looked panicked, "How d'you know about the Ring?" He said, slightly suspicious,
"Relax, Lord Elrond told me. And I doubt that anyone would be able to hurt you here" She replied. This hobbit is too much like Ron.
Just then an elf approached and told of 'Master Baggins' awakening, and Sam sped off faster than a child told of candy, Ginny following the small figure with her eyes somewhat amused.
With Frodo awake, the council won't be long after, and Ginny had a horrible feeling about it.
There another chapter, though short, is done. I would have uploaded eirlier if my computer let me.
Now we know that I need to do a lot more forward planning, also meaning that nothing is set in stone. Send me any twists or scenes that you really want and I will do my best. Also going back to the pairing, I said that it was Ginny X Legolas but I can also keep her single or maybe make an OC elf.
Another apology, sorry it took so long for such a short chapter, but now that I'm to the main story I might upload faster.
See ya!
-M.H.
