She was in the middle of a battle, fighting her way to Aragorn. It was too late. He fell. A cry fell from her lips and the scene changed, she was no longer in battle. She was in a dark void and in front of her, was the Eye.
"Come to the dark.." It hissed, like a poisonous snake. She could feel it corrupting her mind and she screamed, kneeling as she clutched her head. "Poor child, all alone. Come to the dark. The dark dwells in your heart. Comee." It taunted her. She closed her eyes shut and started crying, it hurt so much.
"Stop!" She yelled weakly. It laughed evilly. Then, her pain started to go away. The Eye let out its own scream of pain. She opened her eyes just right when there was a blinding light and heard an urgent voice.
"Wake up!"
Third POV
Jasmine sprung up, letting a little scream escape her lips. She looked around frantically, her sheets tangled with her legs, her hair a mess, her face pale with shock. Jasmine has never experienced something like that.
Her door opened with a bang and she flinched. Both Elrond and Arwen were in the doorway, looking at her.
Arwen quickly walked to Jasmine and wrapped her in a big hug. Arwen was shocked, never before has she seen Jasmine so distressed. She was usually laid-back and carried an air that said "I-don't-care". Many people judged her for that. But Arwen knew better, Jasmine didn't like anyone seeing her worries.
"What has happened, child?" Elrond asks softly, he moved to sit at the foot of her bed. Jasmine looked forward blankly.
"I- It was in my mind." Jasmine whispers hoarsely. Elrond straightens and gets up, looking her straight in the eyes. Jasmine's usual bright hazel eyes were replaced with dull hazel ones and she looked at him. "It said there was dark in my heart. It… It told me to come to the darkness. Th- Then I felt it corrupting my mind." Jasmine says, whimpering and she buries her head in Arwen's shoulder. It felt like a stone was on her heart.
Arwen strokes her head in a motherly gesture, "Do not worry. You are much loved; there is no dark in your heart." A sob escapes Jasmine's lips.
"But there is. I feel it." Jasmines voice was muffled to her own ears but they heard her clear as day.
"No, there is not." Elrond says sternly. He takes Jasmines shoulders and makes her face him. Her tears like crystals upon her face. "It is nothing but your imagination, child." Jasmine lets out a laugh through her tears and she gives him a watery smile.
"You are not alone, hína." A voice says in her head. It was Galadriel. Then, it felt as if the stone was lifted, no longer weighing her. Jasmine lets a sigh of relief out and she slowly nods. Jasmine perks up.
"Have the Hobbits arrived?" Elrond raises an eyebrow and nods very slightly. "Then, I shall greet them. After all it is my duty as a Lady." Jasmine says, wiping her tears and walking quickly to the dresser. Arwen lets out a sound of protest but was stopped by Elrond.
"That is good; you need to be outside more." Elrond continues, "You should know, the meeting is this afternoon." Jasmine stops rummaging through her things and slowly turns to them.
"Then you must know I have to go if there is a Fellowship to be formed." Jasmine says, smiling sadly at them. But she knew there will be a Fellowship as much as she hated it. Jasmine hated knowing.
"I will have a spot for you, then. You do not have to attend if you do not feel good." Elrond says. He got off the bed and began walking to the door, "I must talk to Gandalf about this. I will see you at dinner if not at the meeting." Then, he left.
Arwen stood behind, watching as Jasmine pulled the dress up quickly. Jasmine slid a look at her.
"Do not worry about me, Arwen. I am fine now. For the Lady of the Light has soothed my heart. Go and be with your loved one." Arwen's pale cheeks turn red and she stands up.
"I do not want to leave you alone. You should not even be going out." Arwen says worriedly. Jasmine waves her hand.
"Go. I have the Hobbits." Jasmine smiles cheekily at her and Arwen smiles, gives her a hug, which Jasmine returns gratefully and moved to leave.
Jasmine sighs as she left and looked in the mirror. She attempted to comb her hair unsuccessfully and resorted to braiding her hair. And for the heck of it, put on her circlet and left, excited to meet the hobbits.
Jasmine POV
It wasn't that hard to find the Hobbits actually. They were in the gardens, examining the plants we had. I had walked into their conversation.
"Do you think these are mushrooms?" One hobbit asked and the other one pushed him to get a good look. I smiled.
"No, they are not, young Hobbits. But I will gladly tell the cook to prepare some mushrooms if you would like." I say, startling them. One smiled brightly at me.
"I would very much like so." The other one smacked his head and looked at me apologetically.
"I am Meridadoc Brandybuck but you can call me Merry." He said, introducing himself. He gave a little bow. The other one huffed beside him.
"I am Peregrin Took, but just call me Pippin." He grinned.
I bow to them and introduce myself, "I am Lady Lairelossë, niece of Lord Elrond. But you may call me Jasmine when we are alone." Pippin looks at me curiously.
"Jasmine?" I smile at him again, amused at his curiosity. I nod.
"Curiosity killed the cat, Master Hobbit." I tell him. Beside Pippin, Merry tilts his head.
"Cat?" I wince inwardly. Oops.
"Never mind," I hesitate, "It is a story for a different day. I have heard you two are quite the troublemakers." They look at me guiltily and I continue, "Perhaps you can tell me some of your adventures?" I ask, grinning at them. They brighten and we all move to sit on a bench.
They began telling me their stories of the fireworks back at Bilbo's party-which I knew about- and told me of the time they took old Bilbo's silverware before stopping.
"We must snea- err, go in the kitchens. We shall speak tomorrow!" Pippin says. I nod and stood up, brushing off the invisible dust on my dress.
"Very well, I must be going as well. I have a meeting to attend to. Good afternoon, Master Merry and Pippin." I bow to them and swiftly walk away. I was conflicted. Should I go to the meeting or should I climb a tree and think?
Legolas would be at the meeting… I quickly shook my head. I vaguely remember yesterday as I healed Arwens cheek and going out with Legolas holding my waist. Then, a pair of lips on my forehead as they put me on my bed. But then again, those lips could have been Arwen or something.
Oh man what if I did or said something Earthly? I groan and rub my face. This was bad.
"What ails you, Lady Lairelossë?" A voice says behind me. I jump and turn around. I smile and go over to give him a hug.
"Gandalf! Should you not be at the meeting, my dear friend?" I ask him. He chuckles.
"And if my memory serves me right, you should be as well." I give him an apologetic look.
"I was conflicted if I should go or not." I admitted sheepishly.
"Ah, then we shall go together if that comforts you. You would not give your future companions a good impression." I groan loudly.
"If you were not my friend, Gandalf, I would not have gone regardless of what my future companions would have thought, but since you want me to, I shall." I grin up at him.
I walk beside him and we talk of our plans about our plan to Mordor and I inwardly grimace. I knew we were going to Moria where Gandalf will fall but come back. Maybe I should tell him? I shake my head, I'll tell him once we are on the quest.
When we arrived, I parted and walked over to a young hobbit and an old one who was Bilbo. We became good friends once he arrived.
"Ah, Lairelossë! Come, come! Meet my heir, Frodo." As I reached them, I bowed deeply to Frodo.
"Master Frodo, a pleasure to meet you. I am Lady Lairelossë." He looks at me with his deep dark brown eyes.
"Elrond told me you had saved my life." Frodo says, quietly. I nod.
"I only helped, Elrond did the healing. I only held off until Elrond came." I tell him honestly.
"Thank you." I smile at him before looking over at the meeting area where it was filling up.
"It is time, Master Frodo." I motion him to follow me and I take a seat beside him, squeezing his shoulder in reassurance. He looks at me with grateful eyes. My heart squeezed. He will have a lot ahead of him.
A flash of blonde was in the corner of my eye and I couldn't help but turning in that direction. It was Legolas..
He suddenly turned my way as if he felt someone staring at him and his eyes met mine. His eyes held surprise and curiosity. We had a staring contest before it was broken by a hand on his shoulder. It was Tauriel. I looked away painfully. I never knew the end of Tauriel's love story. Did she end up with Legolas instead? Maybe the answer was in front of me but I just refused to see it. Wait, why do I care? I shake my head, no crushing on anyone from the Fellowship. Nope. I refocused my attention on Elrond
He began to talk about the history of the Ring to everyone. And since I knew, I sort of zoned out. I couldn't help but thinking about the Eye in my dreams.. I shuddered, creepy af.
I was brought out by shouting voices and I looked at everyone and sighed before looking at Frodo who was quiet before whispering something.
"I will take it." He said more to himself than us. No one heard him but Gandalf and me. Gandalf closed his eyes in dread. "I will take it!" Frodo shouted, louder and everyone stopped yelling. He looked everyone in the eyes, "Though I do not know the way."
I began to hum and I closed my eyes, not wanting to hear them volunteer themselves. Just like a tribute. Oh man, the Hunger Games vibe. I switched the tune to The Hanging Tree.
"Nine there are but one shall join." I hear Elrond vaguely saying. That's my cue. I open my eyes and stand, walking over to the Fellowship. I was aware that every eye was on me.
"Jas- Lady Lairelossë!" Pippin yelled. I give him a small smile.
"You have my skills and healing, Master Frodo." I kneel before him. He looks at me gratefully.
"Thank you." I smile warmly at him this time, hoping it would comfort him.
"So be it, the ten will be the Fellowship of the Ring." Elrond says behind me. Boromir opens his mouth but I cut him off. I knew what he was going to say.
"I may be a Lady of this house, man from the South, but I have skills that many do not. You should not be so quick to judge someone because of their gender or appearance." I say calmly. I owned him. From the corner of my eye, I see Legolas smile a bit. Boromir closes his mouth and glares at me. I smile sweetly at him.
"Great! So where are we going?" Pippin asks. I look at him and ruffle his hair.
"Where others dare not to."
Yass guys, I finally got constructive criticism! Thankss! R&R! Sorry for the grammatical errors and whatnot- I usually go onto a different story of mine, and try to update that one too. I'll prbly correct them once the story is done or something LOL I barely have time to update much less check it. Bear with me. R&R!