ok. im really sorry i havent been updating very often. wait, that's an understatement. anyway, ive been grounded on and off and i havent had a lot of time to post anything new. however, i have been writing in my spare time, even if i havent posted it yet. please dont be mad at me, it was my evil twin. anyway, heres my chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable LOTR characters. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkein. I do however, own Rhiannon and her brother Lugh (he isnt going to be in the fic anymore. im bored of him.) If anyone dares to take them without my permission, I will hunt you down and.....I have no idea what I'd do to you, but don't push your luck.
*Holy crap* Such was Rhiannon's first thought as she walked through the gates of Rivendell. The mansion looked even bigger than it had when she was far away. The buildings were made of some kind of silver wood that Rhiannon didn't recognize. The outside was decorated with open terraces, statues, and tinkling fountains. Rhiannon gazed around in awe as everyone completely ignored her. Arwen left her with one of the guards while everyone else bustled around the small green bundle she was carrying.
*Humph. Well, isn't that just like humans. Or whatever they are. Here, I'm the one who just saved that thing's life, and do I get any thanks? I think not.*
Other than the small audience Arwen and her companion (even if it was unconscious) had gained, there weren't any other signs of life in the huge mansion. It was relatively quiet.
*It'd be a nice vacation center. No psychotic people. No siblings. Wait, isn't that the same thing?*
Finally, after a healer had taken Arwen's companion away, the attention was turned to Rhiannon. She watched with mild amusement at the stupefied expressions on the faces of the crowd.
Before the awkward silence could continue, however, Arwen stepped in and said to a nearby guard, "This is Rhiannon Cealodhain. She has saved mine and Frodo's lives. See to it that she gets comfortable quarters and a meal."
The guard nodded nervously and gestured for Rhiannon to follow him. While they were walking, Rhiannon tried to make friendly conversation with the man to ease the tension. This wasn't very effective as the man found it strange to be talking with a horse/girl.
It wasn't long until they came to a large, one-story building surrounded by huge, fenced-in pastures.
*No WAY!*
Out loud, Rhiannon said, "The STABLES?! ARE YOU CRAZY? Whaddaya think I am, a horse?! " The guard, caught by suprise, stuttered hasty apologies and asked where she would like to stay.
Rhiannon snorted and rolled her eyes.
*The nerve!*
"Wherever you people sleep." The guard muttered a shaky "Ok." and led her in the complete opposite direction, which was also the direction of the mansion, Rhiannon saw with appreciation. After about five minutes walk, they came to a smaller wing of the mansion which Rhiannon assumed was the guest rooms.
They walked along a long corridor, all silver and statues and paintings of valiant deeds, until they came to the last room in the corridor. It also happened to be the biggest room in the corridor.
"Whoa. This is a big, friggin room. Thank you very much. You can go now."
He told her that after she had rested, someone would be sent to bring her to the Lord Elrond. The guard then left in a hurry.
*Pressing matters maybe. What's so strange about a Centaur? We're one of the most civilized beings in Eire, besides man.*
::What makes you think you're in Eire?::, said a nasty little voice in the back of her head.
*Oh shut up. Who are you and why are you in my head?*
::I am the One who sent you the dream. Or, have you already forgotten that?::
Rhiannon gasped. She had forgotten the dream. Now it poured back into her brain with such force that it made her head hurt.
*Ok, I don't know who you are, and I have a feeling that if I ask you, you're just going to give me more riddles that make my head hurt. So now I'm going to ignore you and go into my room and see if it has a bath. Then I am going to relax and think about happy things. I wonder if there's a library in this place?*
There was, indeed, a bath in The Big Friggin Room. Actually, it was more of a pool than a bath. It was also just right for a Centaur. Instead of a tub, it was sunken into the floor and looked much like a hotspring, as the water was perpetually hot and bubbled like one.
Rhiannon quickly took off the deerskin tunic that had been dyed red and embroidered with gold thread to match her eyes. She layed it on a chair next to her bow and quiver of arrows. She then daintily went down the steps that led down into the bath and sighed with pleasure as she felt all the sweat and dirt simply float off of her.
After a few moments of peaceful bliss, Rhiannon set about the dangerous task of her hair. It had tangled again, and because it was so long, it took forever to get the tangles out so that she could wash it properly.
After twenty minutes of tearing out her hair, she looked about for soap. Finally, she saw a silver shelf full of oils, bar soaps, rose petals, and richly embroidered towels. Feeling like she should save the rose petals for a special occasion, she took the best-smelling bar soap she could find.
Half an hour later, a much cleaner and fresher Rhiannon emerged from the bath. She shook herself dry and took a towel to her hair. Wrapping the towel on her head like a turban, she took another towel, which she wrapped around her human midsection.
*Let's see what humans wear. I've always wondered how they could possibly get into those tight, confining things.*
But when she opened the large, cedar wardrobe, which obviously contained clothes, there were no confining "trousers." Instead, there were rows and rows of the most beautiful tunics Rhiannon had ever seen.
*Okay, this is officially freaking me out. How could they possibly know that I'm not human when none of my kind has ever been here before?*
Shaking her head, she picked a fiery red tunic with gold embroidery and beading. The dye was like nothing she had ever seen before, and it made her magnificent deerskin tunic look shabby and worn. When she put it on, she found it to fit perfectly and comfortably, not stiff and itchy, like she had expected.
Going to the vanity next to the bed, she picked up a brush with stiff boar bristles and began to work her way through her wet hair. With that task done, she gazed around her room and found that it also had a kind of patio that gave a spectacular view of the valley and the river. Rhiannon opened the twin double doors and stepped out onto the porch.
The sun was almost directly above her, telling her that it was just before noon. Although the sun looked hot and scorching, the wind blew with a cool gentleness that enveloped her and caressed her skin. She closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sun, feeling His warmth on her face, and reveling in it.
She began to sway in the breeze, now fully in tune with the wind. It leapt with joy, as only wind can, and whispered to her excitedly, delighted that it had found a new friend. Rhiannon opened her eyes and listened. For the first time in her life, she really, truly listened. And then she began to see, really, truly see.
And she saw the individual trees, and heard their song of growth and life, and knew them, though they were far away. That beech tree over there was old and had seen many things. She told Rhiannon the secrets of the valley and of the elves, as Rhiannon had learned they were called. Then the pine that grew next to the beech tree joined in the conversation. Rhiannon laughed with joy at the thought of talking to trees.
Suddenly, the wind joined in too, telling them that there were visitors coming across the river, hinting that maybe Rhiannon would have some interest in them. Rhiannon nodded and said goodbye to her new friends. The wind laughed and said in its whispery voice, "But we will never leave you. You have The Gift, and The Gift will never leave you either. Not many people talk to us, and we are glad for the company. But here is a piece of advice, for you will need it later. Remember this always: there are no accidents. Whatever happens happens for a reason. Now go, you are wanted."
Rhiannon's head turned with a snap. There was a sharp knock at the door. Suddenly she realized that her hair was dry.
*The wind must have done it. Wow. This is just too much.*
The knock was getting more persisitent and Rhiannon yelled, "Alright, alright, already! I'm coming!" and pulled open the door to find a very irritated elf standing there.
wow. i didnt know i could be so sentimental. anyway, more is coming. ive already started on my next chapter. i hope you liked this one. it is kind of a break from my usual sarcastic self, but Rhiannon had to have a deeper personality than that. I didn't get to post this chapter right when i finished it because my sister wouldn't get off the computer and when i finally did get a chance to go on, i only had 10 minutes, so this chapter is kinda late. i wish there were more hours in a day. well then, i hafta go. ill post my next chapter soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable LOTR characters. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkein. I do however, own Rhiannon and her brother Lugh (he isnt going to be in the fic anymore. im bored of him.) If anyone dares to take them without my permission, I will hunt you down and.....I have no idea what I'd do to you, but don't push your luck.
*Holy crap* Such was Rhiannon's first thought as she walked through the gates of Rivendell. The mansion looked even bigger than it had when she was far away. The buildings were made of some kind of silver wood that Rhiannon didn't recognize. The outside was decorated with open terraces, statues, and tinkling fountains. Rhiannon gazed around in awe as everyone completely ignored her. Arwen left her with one of the guards while everyone else bustled around the small green bundle she was carrying.
*Humph. Well, isn't that just like humans. Or whatever they are. Here, I'm the one who just saved that thing's life, and do I get any thanks? I think not.*
Other than the small audience Arwen and her companion (even if it was unconscious) had gained, there weren't any other signs of life in the huge mansion. It was relatively quiet.
*It'd be a nice vacation center. No psychotic people. No siblings. Wait, isn't that the same thing?*
Finally, after a healer had taken Arwen's companion away, the attention was turned to Rhiannon. She watched with mild amusement at the stupefied expressions on the faces of the crowd.
Before the awkward silence could continue, however, Arwen stepped in and said to a nearby guard, "This is Rhiannon Cealodhain. She has saved mine and Frodo's lives. See to it that she gets comfortable quarters and a meal."
The guard nodded nervously and gestured for Rhiannon to follow him. While they were walking, Rhiannon tried to make friendly conversation with the man to ease the tension. This wasn't very effective as the man found it strange to be talking with a horse/girl.
It wasn't long until they came to a large, one-story building surrounded by huge, fenced-in pastures.
*No WAY!*
Out loud, Rhiannon said, "The STABLES?! ARE YOU CRAZY? Whaddaya think I am, a horse?! " The guard, caught by suprise, stuttered hasty apologies and asked where she would like to stay.
Rhiannon snorted and rolled her eyes.
*The nerve!*
"Wherever you people sleep." The guard muttered a shaky "Ok." and led her in the complete opposite direction, which was also the direction of the mansion, Rhiannon saw with appreciation. After about five minutes walk, they came to a smaller wing of the mansion which Rhiannon assumed was the guest rooms.
They walked along a long corridor, all silver and statues and paintings of valiant deeds, until they came to the last room in the corridor. It also happened to be the biggest room in the corridor.
"Whoa. This is a big, friggin room. Thank you very much. You can go now."
He told her that after she had rested, someone would be sent to bring her to the Lord Elrond. The guard then left in a hurry.
*Pressing matters maybe. What's so strange about a Centaur? We're one of the most civilized beings in Eire, besides man.*
::What makes you think you're in Eire?::, said a nasty little voice in the back of her head.
*Oh shut up. Who are you and why are you in my head?*
::I am the One who sent you the dream. Or, have you already forgotten that?::
Rhiannon gasped. She had forgotten the dream. Now it poured back into her brain with such force that it made her head hurt.
*Ok, I don't know who you are, and I have a feeling that if I ask you, you're just going to give me more riddles that make my head hurt. So now I'm going to ignore you and go into my room and see if it has a bath. Then I am going to relax and think about happy things. I wonder if there's a library in this place?*
There was, indeed, a bath in The Big Friggin Room. Actually, it was more of a pool than a bath. It was also just right for a Centaur. Instead of a tub, it was sunken into the floor and looked much like a hotspring, as the water was perpetually hot and bubbled like one.
Rhiannon quickly took off the deerskin tunic that had been dyed red and embroidered with gold thread to match her eyes. She layed it on a chair next to her bow and quiver of arrows. She then daintily went down the steps that led down into the bath and sighed with pleasure as she felt all the sweat and dirt simply float off of her.
After a few moments of peaceful bliss, Rhiannon set about the dangerous task of her hair. It had tangled again, and because it was so long, it took forever to get the tangles out so that she could wash it properly.
After twenty minutes of tearing out her hair, she looked about for soap. Finally, she saw a silver shelf full of oils, bar soaps, rose petals, and richly embroidered towels. Feeling like she should save the rose petals for a special occasion, she took the best-smelling bar soap she could find.
Half an hour later, a much cleaner and fresher Rhiannon emerged from the bath. She shook herself dry and took a towel to her hair. Wrapping the towel on her head like a turban, she took another towel, which she wrapped around her human midsection.
*Let's see what humans wear. I've always wondered how they could possibly get into those tight, confining things.*
But when she opened the large, cedar wardrobe, which obviously contained clothes, there were no confining "trousers." Instead, there were rows and rows of the most beautiful tunics Rhiannon had ever seen.
*Okay, this is officially freaking me out. How could they possibly know that I'm not human when none of my kind has ever been here before?*
Shaking her head, she picked a fiery red tunic with gold embroidery and beading. The dye was like nothing she had ever seen before, and it made her magnificent deerskin tunic look shabby and worn. When she put it on, she found it to fit perfectly and comfortably, not stiff and itchy, like she had expected.
Going to the vanity next to the bed, she picked up a brush with stiff boar bristles and began to work her way through her wet hair. With that task done, she gazed around her room and found that it also had a kind of patio that gave a spectacular view of the valley and the river. Rhiannon opened the twin double doors and stepped out onto the porch.
The sun was almost directly above her, telling her that it was just before noon. Although the sun looked hot and scorching, the wind blew with a cool gentleness that enveloped her and caressed her skin. She closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sun, feeling His warmth on her face, and reveling in it.
She began to sway in the breeze, now fully in tune with the wind. It leapt with joy, as only wind can, and whispered to her excitedly, delighted that it had found a new friend. Rhiannon opened her eyes and listened. For the first time in her life, she really, truly listened. And then she began to see, really, truly see.
And she saw the individual trees, and heard their song of growth and life, and knew them, though they were far away. That beech tree over there was old and had seen many things. She told Rhiannon the secrets of the valley and of the elves, as Rhiannon had learned they were called. Then the pine that grew next to the beech tree joined in the conversation. Rhiannon laughed with joy at the thought of talking to trees.
Suddenly, the wind joined in too, telling them that there were visitors coming across the river, hinting that maybe Rhiannon would have some interest in them. Rhiannon nodded and said goodbye to her new friends. The wind laughed and said in its whispery voice, "But we will never leave you. You have The Gift, and The Gift will never leave you either. Not many people talk to us, and we are glad for the company. But here is a piece of advice, for you will need it later. Remember this always: there are no accidents. Whatever happens happens for a reason. Now go, you are wanted."
Rhiannon's head turned with a snap. There was a sharp knock at the door. Suddenly she realized that her hair was dry.
*The wind must have done it. Wow. This is just too much.*
The knock was getting more persisitent and Rhiannon yelled, "Alright, alright, already! I'm coming!" and pulled open the door to find a very irritated elf standing there.
wow. i didnt know i could be so sentimental. anyway, more is coming. ive already started on my next chapter. i hope you liked this one. it is kind of a break from my usual sarcastic self, but Rhiannon had to have a deeper personality than that. I didn't get to post this chapter right when i finished it because my sister wouldn't get off the computer and when i finally did get a chance to go on, i only had 10 minutes, so this chapter is kinda late. i wish there were more hours in a day. well then, i hafta go. ill post my next chapter soon.