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Sirithwingwen.
Chapter Three - Love at First Glance
Elrond left the room to allow Welestra privacy. She changed into a dark slate blue-sky blue marble dress tied by a wide silver cloth belt in the front. She left the decorative elvish braids in her hair and fastened an elaborate silver elvish brooch on the collar of her dress. Slipping on a pair of slate blue slippers, Welestra opened the door and was greeted by another Elf dressed in dark burgandy robes. His face was solemn and he bowed.
"My name is Golradir, councilor of Imladris," he said regally. "Lord Elrond asked me to escort you to his study. He desires a meeting with you and your friend Siri."
"It is a pleasure to meet you Golradir," Welestra answered in response, bowing her head. "Do you know how my friend fares?"
He held out his hand, which she took, and he explained as he led her through the halls. "She has not slept all night. She has been sick of worry, and sat out on the steps of the house nigh until dawn. Nothing has she eaten nor drinken, and our worry for her shall rest when she sees you well again."
She smiled to herself. "Always have I been amazed at the open-heart nature of the Elves. I feel very fortunate to have come to this place in my time of need; anywhere else I may not have been so fortunate I believe."
To her delight, Golradir smiled. "And always have I been perplexed by the race of Men. One cannot judge you by a small group as one can with the Elves, for some of your race choose the side of evil and others choose the side of good. I suppose some things are not meant to be solved, just accepted."
They came to the study, and Golradir bid her goodbye. Without pausing or hesitation she walked in to see Elrond standing by a window, and Siri dressed in a summer yellow dress with an orange cloak fastened at her left shoulder sitting at a table. She perked her head up, and turned where her clouded amethyst eyes met the rejuventated blue of Welestra's. Immediately Siri's eyes perked up, and she ran to her friend in joy.
"Welestra you're awake!"
She collided into her friend, nearly hugging the breath out of her. Welestra smiled and hugged her friend back.
"Yes, I am awake and feeling much better. I heard you have had no sleep or nourishment since we had arrived."
Siri pulled away from her friend. "How could I?! You were laying there wasting away from that blade and Lord Elrond would not allow me to stay in the room with you. I couldn't sleep knowing you were so ill."
Elrond, who had turned around to watch the joyous reunion, decided it was time to get down to more important matters. He stepped forward and spoke to them in a firm but gentle voice with his fartherly smile. "Welestra, Siri, please sit. We have much to discuss."
Obeying his wisdom, both girls took a seat and was immediately joined by Elrond. Three glasses of wine sat untouched on the table, and he invited them to drink. Both girls accepted as Elrond proceeded to explain.
"I am sure you both have many questions, and I know that when you had arrived to Middle Earth you had intentions of coming to me with those questions in hope of receiving answers. I tell you now that I do not have all the answers, but I will answer what I can."
They both nodded in understanding, and Elrond continued. "Siri was one of the many Elves born during the end of the First Age, when trouble began; in fact Siri you are nearly my age. There are few Elven ladies who have achieved greatness in our history, but you Siri were one of them. A great warrior you became, fighting in many battles and earning many deserved victories. You had served the Elven king Gil-Galad, though you were born in Lorien, the Golden Wood. Your brothers still dwell there; Haldir, Orophin and Rumil. Great are you with the sword, and even greater are you skills with the bow. I remember quite vividly the Last Alliance of Elves and Men during the Second Age, in which we fought side by side. You were captain of your own fleet from the kingdom of Gil-Galad, and were perhaps the most modest of his guard. But it was after the death of your Elven king that things changed."
"Changed?" Siri repeated, her brow furrowed in complete confusion. Elrond nodded in affirmation.
"Yes, changed. Gil-Galad's death had a great affect on you, much different from the affect it had on me. You had lost the thirst for the battle of good, desiring only the chance to gain vengence for Gil-Galad by fighting directly against the Dark Lord, and since he had been vanquished though not completely destroyed, you requested the three Elven Ring-Bearers to send you away, only being drawn back when Sauron grew into power and you could have a chance to go to battle against him. So is the reason for your crossing back to Middle Earth from the world you had been sent to. How many lifetimes you have gone through one could only guess, but it has been many years. However, your immortality has been restored, and your age is well over six thousand. Your brothers will be overjoyed to see you back again."
Siri was dumbfounded; all these years of having so many similarities to the Elven race only to discover she actually was an Elf. A shadow of a smile appeared on her face, absorbing the fact that she was an actual product of Middle Earth. Nothing had ever made her this happy.
Welestra, however, could not contain her burning questions. "What can you tell me of myself, Lord Elrond?"
He sighed heavily. "Unfortunately Welestra, I know too little. This presence has not told me much of things that you did not know. I do know that you have crossed here for a purpose, though I know not what it is. I also know you were not born of Middle Earth, for you are a being of another world. Neither are you of Elvish descent nor of the race of Men, or the Maia or Valar. I wish I could be of more help to you, but I cannot. I do know all the things that you know, however: you have a sister and two brothers who wait for you somewhere, you are in fact a great healer, and you were sent to the same world as Siri for a reason. I know also that along your journey there will be many clues to the answers you seek, and I have been instructed by this presence, your sister, to begin with this one: in the language of the Elves whom you know so well, your name would be translated into Nenwen."
Welestra expected her heart to drop, but in truth she had expected it. "So had I thought. She hinted at the fact that finding myself will be no easy task, however I am grateful for all that you have done for me thus far. By knowing a little more than I had before, I can go on with a little more piece of mind."
Elrond nodded. "There is some who may be able to give you more answers however. Gandalf has arrived some time ago, and he may know something more to help you. He is Maian, and wiser than I. When he has a moment, I will have him speak with you."
Welestra looked pleased, but Siri became somewhat panicked though it went unnoticed by Elrond who had gotten up to gaze out the window. Before Elrond took notice Welestra got up, eager to get Siri out before he tried to go into a painful matter.
"Lord Elrond, we both thank you for what you have done again. If by your leave, we would like to walk through the gardens, and collect our thoughts until we may speak with Gandalf later."
He turned and nodded, smiling. "Of course. I will have someone fetch you later when such a meeting can be held."
Quickly Siri and Welestra walked out, and Siri paled slightly. Welestra stopped her just outside the doors that lead to the gardens. "Siri, would you like to tell me what has come over you?"
Siri looked like she was ready to panic. "If Gandalf's already here, then that means Boromir is going to ride up any minute. What if I run into him in the gardens, or at the Shrine, and what if-"
"Siri," Welestra said sternly. "Calm yourself. You are being ridiculous. Would you want Boromir to see you panicking like you are right now, or would you like him to see you as you really are?"
"Lestra come on, what is he going to see in someone like me?" Siri asked. There was a tinge of sadness to her voice. "I'm no one important."
Welestra sighed. "Siri, you heard what Elrond said. You were a great warrior in the past ages; Boromir will at least respect that and be impressed by that. Do not get yourself worked up over something so little."
Siri frowned and turned her amethyst eyes to the ground for a moment, she sighed and bit her lower lip then looked back up at her best friend.
Welestra smiled brightly and opened her arms and the two girls embraced, hugging each other; for even in a world they knew so well all they truly had was each other.
"I am trying not to get worked up, I just can't help it. You...you know how I feel about Boromir," Siri said as she let go of her friend and started into the gardens.
Welestra smiled and nodded. "I know, but you are a great warrior like I said and he will recognize you and respect you I am sure. And you are beautiful, he would be a fool not to notice how special you are."
"I'm not so sure," Siri said as she stopped, admiring all the beautiful flowers.
"Trust me," Welestra said with a tinge of amusement to her voice; Siri always got so flustered when Boromir was mentioned.
"I don't know...what I do know is I wish we knew more about your connection to all this," Siri said as she turned to face her friend.
"You are not the only one."
Siri nodded, her silver tresses falling around her pale face as she smiled at her friend. "Whatever it is we need to find, wherever the answers are, I will help you find them and do everything I can; what are best friends for right?"
Welestra gave her friend a warm smile and nodded, somewhat comforted by the fact that perhaps with the help of her friend and her own strength she would get answers.
"Thank you Siri...I know we will figure it out."
Her friend nodded again and smiled. "Of course we will. You are someone very special, and it doesn't take Gandalf or any clues to figure that out."
Welestra chuckled and managed another smile; she was just glad her friend had stopped panicking over Boromir. "I think we are both something special, otherwise we would not be here."
Siri blushed and shrugged casually. "All I know is we are here for a reason; what it is I have no idea...but there is a higher purpose to all of this."
Welestra nodded, her glimmering deep blue eyes clouded with thought as her hands smoothed the front of her gown. "I will not disagree with that."
"Well no matter why it is we are here, you can always trust me to have your back," Siri said matter-of-factly with a smile.
"I think you already proved that when you carried me all the way to Rivendell," Welestra said with a soft laugh like water over rocks. "How did you do that anyway?"
Siri chuckled softly and shrugged, her pale shoulders a stunning contrast against the warmth of the gown. "I don't know how to explain it really, it was like I just knew I had to do it, so I did. Besides it's not like you weigh much more than a feather anyway."
Welestra giggled and shook her head. "Flattery, my elven friend, will not get you everywhere. Seriously though, I just want to say thank you...so much."
Siri waved a slender hand as though it were nothing. "I did what a good friend should; besides had it been me you would have done the same."
Welestra nodded, knowing she indeed would have.
"Oh look!" Siri exclaimed pointing at something just past Welestra's line of vision.
"What?"
"These flowers here....they match your dress," Siri explained, one finger pointing at the lovely flowers that grew there. They were shaped like small bells, several of the small delicate flowers on each clump. Their petals were a soft, windswept blue with hints of lavender and lilac.
"Those are beautiful," Welestra commented, bending down to inhale the soft scent.
"I have a idea," Siri said. "Here." She picked off a clump of the dangling, delicate flowers and bade Welestra to stand still. She then tucked them just behind her friend's ear so the shimmering blooms hung down like a piece of elaborate and breathtaking jewelry.
Welestra smiled and lifted her chin up. "How do they look?"
"They look PERFECT," Siri exclaimed with a wide smile. "Come on, let's find a mirror inside and I'll show you."
"Oh all right," Welestra chuckled and allowed Siri to take her arms and drag her back towards Elrond's home.
They entered and Siri poked her head around the corner of the hallway, waving at Welestra. "Here's one come see!"
Welestra chuckled and quirked a thin ebony brow and lifted her skirt, sprinting to where Siri stood next to the mirror. She looked at her reflection and gasped...and not just because of the flowers.
"Is that me?" Welestra inquired, staring at the beautiful woman before her.
Siri chuckled and nodded as she smiled at her friend. "Yes it is...and you look AMAZING."
Welestra drew in a deep breath and tugged on her friends arm. "Come on, let us straighten you up a bit before Boromir does get here."
Siri quirked a brow and let Welestra drag her wherever she pleased. "All right, but I don't think any flowers will make me look half as beautiful as you."
Welestra shook her head as she dragged Siri towards the garden once again. "You hardly need any help Siri, but do not underestimate me!"
Siri quirked a thin silver brow as Welestra dragged her by her arm past the fragrant flowers. "What ARE you doing?"
"You will see," Welestra muttered as she flitted from flower to flower like a nervous hummingbird.
Siri quirked a brow and ran a nervous hand through her silver tresses. "Lestra I don't know. I mean I'm not that good at looking...girly."
Welestra chuckled and smiled softly. "You are absolutely beautiful, you just do not know it...come here," she waved Siri over with a pale hand.
"I am not," Siri muttered under her breath, but she made her way to Welestra's side anyway.
"I heard that," Welestra said as she plucked flowers off a bush.
Siri rolled her amethyst eyes and leaned over Welestra's shoulder to see what she was doing.
"Perfect!" Welestra exclaimed, turning around with five or six blooms in her slender hands. They looked similar to roses and they were in perfect bloom, each petal was a rich peachy-orange, the inside of the petals tinged with a blushing red. "These go with your dress!" Siri quirked a brow sky- high and looked doubtful.
"Trust me!" Welestra exclaimed taking a golden ribbon from her friend's hair. "Now stand still so I can do this."
Siri still looked doubtful but allowed her best friend to have her way nonetheless.
Welestra worked diligently and gathered Siri's hair up into a bun atop her head and secured it with the gold ribbon. She then placed the roses in around the bun in a circle, covering the stems with locks of Siri's silver hair. "PERFECT." Welestra exclaimed triumphantly.
"I HAVE GOT to see this."
Welestra giggled and grabbed Siri's hand and pulled her back towards the house and the mirror. "Go on then...look," Welestra said pointing at the mirror. Siri made a face then stepped forward and peered into the mirror.
"Before you ask...YES that is you," Welestra said grinning, obviously proud of herself.
"Wow," Siri muttered, placing a hand atop her tresses. "I had no idea I could look like this."
Welestra waved a hand and smiled. "Even elven warriors have it in them."
Siri had turned to smile at her friend when they heard a commotion coming from outside. Both girls turned in perfect unison and looked at one another. "Do you think it's..."
"Them?" Welestra finished.
Siri nodded and Welestra took her arm. "Let us go outside and look."
Siri nodded and the two girls slipped out of Elrond's home and made their way silently to the gates of Rivendell. Welestra could feel Siri's arm shaking in her hand and she tried to calm her friend as they cleared the last few steps towards a vantage point from which they could see the new arrivals.
"Siri it is all right....everything will be okay I promise, he will adore you. Or he is blind."
They walked up to a tree right beside the archway that was the entry and exit to Rivendell. There sitting atop a chestnut brown steed was Boromir, tall and proud in the saddle. The metal on his person glinted with the morning sun as he gazed about and beheld the splendor of the elven haven. His blonde tresses fell just so to his shoulders, blowing softly in the fair breeze. His eyes were a soft blue and they gazed around in awe and wonder, betraying his noble heart with a single glance. He looked fatigued and perhaps a bit worse-for-wear because of his long ride, but he lifted his chin high nonetheless and nudged his horse, bidding it to stop. He moved with a warrior's grace and fluid elegance, every move as he dismounted made with calculated ease. He adjusted his cloak and smiled as he left his horse behind to be tended to. Siri gasped in wonder, finding that she could not look away from him. An amused smile crept across Welestra's face. "Siri, are you even breathing?"
Reluctantly Siri ripped her gaze from her vision of heaven and turned to her friend. "Lestra, what should I do? I can't just go over there."
Welestra's smile only got bigger, and the breeze that seemed to follow her around stirred up again. "Come my friend, leave this to me."
She grabbed Siri's arm and led her back in and through the house, the wind always directing her where to go. After what seemed like an eternity to Siri they arrived at the Shrine. Both could see Strider sitting in the shadows across from them, reading quietly. Welestra glanced behind herself, then pushed Siri to their left to take shelter in the shadows. Siri turned to her friend in a confused state, and Welestra merely nodded once, indicating Siri to turn around and look in front of her. There was an amused glint in her sapphire eyes, which puzzled Siri and made her head snap around. As if on cue Boromir strode in, intently looking over the paintings on the wall. Again Siri froze, and only her amethyst eyes moved as she followed the son of the Stewart walking about. He approached the shards of Narsil and picked up the hilt reverently, amazed. Strider cautiously watched him, a silent sentinel to the heirloom. Quietly, as the scene progressed, Welestra pushed Siri forward as her freind's eyes continued to focus on Boromir. He finally took notice of Strider watching, and carelessly placed the hilt back. He turned and paused as it clattered to the floor, then continued on his way. Welestra timed it so that when she pushed Siri, it would appear as if she had stepped out of nowhere. Boromir took one quick look over his left shoulder and Welestra shoved a very surprised Siri ahead, then retreated like the tide back into the shadows. Boromir turned back around, and collided with Siri. He looked down in surprise, and was greeted with the most stunning pair of eyes he had ever seen. Amethyst-coloured eyes looked surprisedly back at him, and strands of silver framed her face. He could not see how long it hung, for it was tied up on her head and in the bun beautiful peach-orange flowers encircled it. They were both speechless.
"My lady," he said respectively, bowing slightly. "Forgive me I did not see you there."
"No, it is I who must ask for forgiveness, I was-" Siri turned to look at Welestra, but didn't see her; she had already left the room through the other side. She turned back to Boromir. "Not paying attention."
"What is your name?" he asked, evident curiousity in his voice. Siri blushed crimson.
"You may call me Siri," she answered.
Gently he took her hand and raised it to his lips. "Lady Siri, it is beyond an honour to make your acquaintance. I am Boromir, son of the Stewart of Gondor and captain of the White Tower."
Siri's breath stopped at the mention of the White Tower, but she composed herself. "And it is an honour to meet one such as you Boromir. Your reputation proceeds you."
He smiled. "Good things I hope."
"Only such," she answered, copying his smile.
"Would you care to accompany me on a walk through this house?" Boromir asked timidly. "Such havens I have not seen in a long time, and generally I do not stay long. I am sure you could tell me of its days here."
"I am afraid that I must disappoint you, for I know little of the elven haven," Siri replied, looking down from more nerves than anything. "I have never dwelt here and should prove to know as much as you."
He smiled, holding out his arm which she shakily took as butterflies eruptted in her stomach. "Then if we should become lost, at least it will be together right?"
She nodded, part in amazement of the situation and part in happiness, and the two were off.
Welestra, meanwhile, strode through the halls away from the Shrine, a pleased look on her face. Had it not been for her, Siri would never have had the nerve to go to Boromir herself. She turned her head around, broad smiled, to be sure that they were together. They were not in her sight, but the breeze told her they indeed had gone off together. Chuckling to herself she turned her head back and bumped into someone. She looked up and her heart stopped.
"M'Lady...Forgive me please."
Welestra blinked, her deep, fathomless blue eyes betraying a momentary state of shock as she gazed upon the last person she had expected to see. He stood before her; tall, lithe and slender like a cat. His grace was fluid and subtle as he bowed before her, showing his noble mannerisms. His hair was a pale, golden blonde and it fell loosely past his shoulders and down his back in a shimmering wave, elven braids neatly binding it on either side. His eyes were a pale, gray-blue, rather like the color of a twilight sky. His lips formed a playful yet apologetic smile as he waited for Welestra to respond. Her blue eyes seemed like a fathomless tide to him, the song of the wind and the sea upon them. Her black tresses that actually seemed a midnight blue fell about her pale face, framed by delicate flowers of the same bluish hue as her gown that seemed to spring to life against the frame of her wondrous face.
"I...no it was my fault, I was not looking where I was going. I am so sorry."
He chuckled softly, took her hand in his and placed it against the warmth of his lips, laying a single kiss there which nearly took Welestra's breath away again. "Nor was I so I am at fault as well...how rude of me to not properly introduce myself. I am Legolas of Mirkwood."
Welestra's heart fluttered wildly in her chest; this was not in her plans. It wasn't supposed to happen. She had only came here to make sure Siri bumped into Boromir. This had most definitely not been in the plans.
"I am Welestra of...well never mind. Just call me Lestra."
Legolas chuckled softly and nodded his head with a soft smile. "Very well then Lady Lestra." He gazed just over her shoulder as people drifted busily in and out of the various corridors. "Perhaps Lady Lestra we should move our conversation elsewhere." Welestra blinked, having momentarily been in a daze, nodded then and smiled.
"Good idea. Come, we can go to the Gardens if you like."
He nodded and brushed a lock of golden hair from his fair brow. "I think I should like that very much. I would honestly welcome the peace and quiet."
"So would I actually," Lestra replied moving like a soft slow moving stream down the maze of corridors as Legolas trailing behind her, making nay a sound as he followed.
"Are you from Rivendell then Lestra?" he asked as he slipped up beside her when they finally breached the exit, stepping out into the cool night air.
Welestra took a deep breath, enjoying the unpolluted fragrance of it. Should she tell him the story of herself and Siri? No, she decided quickly, best to save it for later. They may not be able to take it all in and both her and Siri may have to use her knowledge at a later time. They would tell them then.
She shook her head softly and a soft breeze played at her feet, making her gown whisper and rustle against her willowy figure. "No I am not from Rivendell Legolas, I am here with my friend Sirithwingwen. The story of my past is a long and complicated one I fear, and I have not the answers to
your questions I am afraid." She smiled softly. Well, she thought to herself. That IS the truth. She had hardly any answers at all.
He quirked a golden brow in question but nodded. "Sirithwingwen...I believe I glimpsed her slipping out of The Shrine with the one from Gondor."
Welestra smiled again in spite of herself and nodded as she made her way into the gardens. "That would be her well enough...my best friend."
Legolas nodded as he glanced at the various nocturnal blooms, their feathery petals unfurling to embrace the night. None of them however seemed to compare to the beauty of the wondrous woman next to him, so delicate in beauty yet so strong of will all at once. "I see then, what brought the two of you here?"
Welestra paused as she smoothed her gown to sit on a grey marble bench, ornately carved with swans. "Many different things, but we fled here after I was injured..." she trailed off, still bitter over the wound even though she had healed remarkably.
"Injured?" he inquired as he stood in front of her, seemingly wanting to sit beside her but far too polite to just do so.
Welestra nodded. "Please, sit Legolas...and yes, injured. By a Nazgul actually, a poisoned dagger to my stomach."
His soft blue eyes clouded with concern and he sat next to her. "Truly? You are indeed strong then...I thought I sensed such within you."
Welestra shook her head in modest protest, her shimmering blue-black tresses falling over her pale face like a veil. "I am not as strong as you assume or it would not have happened."
Legolas chuckled softly and surprised even himself by taking Welestra's pale hand once again in his own. "That is a unfair thing to say, for even the bravest and strongest fall prey to fate and circumstances beyond their control. Strength M'Lady comes not in avoiding this but surviving it when such does befall you, and doing so with a noble heart...and I can sense a noble heart within you indeed."
Welestra actually blushed, a beautiful yet startling contrast to her pale almost silver skin. "You speak such wise words Legolas."
He smiled softly, tilting his head to study her. "What I speak is not wise, merely what I believe to be wisdom in my own heart. Sometimes I think I sound quite foolish."
Welestra shook her head vehemently and squeezed his hand. "You do not sound foolish at all; honest perhaps but not foolish."
He chuckled and squeezed her hand back, reveling in the way the starlight danced across her skin, her hair and most of all those deep blue, riverswept eyes. "Honesty is sometimes the only option one has when you are born of nobility Lady Lestra. Sometimes I think that all people see of me is my family history and my nobility...and nothing else." He sighed softly and smiled.
Welestra gazed into his pale blue eyes and shook her head. "I see much more in you than your family history, as noble as it may be it is not what makes you noble. What makes you noble-" she placed a slender hand upon his chest, just over his heart. "Is just here...not in the roots of your family tree."
Legolas blinked and smiled; he was amazed by her honesty, for her ability to see so much more deeply within him than any that had preceded her. Such a mysterious, amazing woman. He had come to Rivendell for council, not to be bewitched but he felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and he could not
look away even though he tried. He felt himself being helplessly ensnared. She saw beyond his heritage, beyond his sometimes-aloof façade...she was innocently breaking every barrier he had built to protect himself; he had never opened up to anyone like this before.
"Then you must believe M'Lady what makes you strong lays here," he replied, mimicking her as he placed a strong hand just above her pounding heart. Welestra had to stop herself from shuddering; he had such a gentle touch and a way with words, each one sounding like poetry. She had only intended to help
Siri face her fear with Boromir, she had no intention of becoming close to anyone but now it seemed she could not help herself. She fought her instinct, but a mysteriously soft voice in the back of her overwhelmed mind pushed her gently forward like a mother insistently prodding a child. She blushed again, a soft smile forming on her lips as to her amazement Legolas brought his hand up to brush against her cheek as if to caress the rosy blush that bloomed there. His hand hovered there for a moment and then a single, silken-soft fingertip fell to her full lips and brushed across them. Welestra could only hope things were going as well with Siri and Boromir, for she knew the son of Gondor was by nature stubborn and proud; she hoped desperately Siri could charm him.
And charm him she did. Boromir paid no heed to the wonders of Rivendell all around, instead focused all his attention on the beautiful Elf maiden pacing beside him light as a feather. He had learned much; she was well over six thousand, very close to Lord Elrond's age. She had served the Elven King Gil-Galad, and was counted among his greatest captains and a key fighter in the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. She was very modest about the whole ordeal, giving in to his gentle persistence that she tell him of her noble deeds. A great warrior did she reveal herself to be, and from his take on her story her skills would be enough to rival his own. It was hard to picture, such a pristine lady outfitted in Elven armour slaying the stinking fellness of Mordor's forces. He hoped that she would never again see such horrid sights.
"You must have travelled much after that great war," he commented, his large right hand finding its way over her slender one wrapped around his mail-clad arm. She blushed and looked down at his touch, and he realized just how beautiful she looked when her modesty took over, which was quite often.
"I suppose I did," she answered, finding meeting his stunning blue eyes an impossible task. "It depends on how you look at it, my lord."
"Boromir," he corrected, smiling gently. "Just Boromir."
She giggled nervously, her cheeks increasing their crimson colour. Lifting the hand that had cloaked her slender fingers, he softly pushed her chin up. The texture of the skin was soft like the flowers she had weaved into Welestra's hair earlier, and it surprised her to discover it on one such as Boromir who was in and out of many battles. She had always imagined it to be slightly rough with all the sword-weilding he must have done in his days. His fingers moved from her chin to her cheeks, stroking them in what seemed like an attempt to brush away the startling pink. His blue endearing eyes held her amethyst ones, and she allowed him to search them. Slowly she was opening up to him, something she had never allowed herself before, and it felt comforting to finally begin to trust someone so deeply. She let her head rest against his shoulder as they continued to walk and brought her other hand to clasp the one already on his arm. He chuckled in response and planted a kiss on her forehead, causing her to shiver delightfully.
"Now, what did you mean about how one would look at the activities you did after the war?" he asked, playful curiousity threaded in his voice. She sighed heavily.
"After the war, I asked the eldars to send me away to another world until I could have another chance at fighting against Sauron. When Gil-Galad died, I lost my thirst for the battle of good. I wished not to fight unless it was directly against the Dark Lord. I suppose I did alot of travelling, though now having come back here I wish I had stayed."
He led her out to the gardens, though they were far from where Welestra and Legolas had ventured to. "Tell me of it."
Siri's blush and smile faded as she recalled the memories of the world she left behind, cringing at the evils she had witnessed and experienced unwillingly. Give her orcs to that any day. She had been reminising longer than she thought, and Boromir touched her cheek. She jumped and looked up suddenly then composed herself. "I-I'm sorry Boromir, I must have gotten lost in my memories."
"Are they that horrid?" he asked, concerned and protectively angry for her. She sighed and nodded, looking ashamed. He led her to a ornate wooden bench, indicating for her to sit. She did so as he knelt in front of her. "Please, Siri, tell me."
"The world I left behind," she began, looking into his eyes. "Is heartless for the most part. Humans mostly. They fear and seek to destroy what they don't understand, and they are ruthless. They kill eachother, rape eachother, steal from eachother, plot against eachother; so many innocent people die because of the evilness of their nature. They ridicule things that seem out of place to them." She paused, tears beginning to build in her eyes. Boromir edged closer, laying his hands on either side of her on the bench struggling to offer comfort. "I was a victim to such torment for years."
His breath quickened and brow furrowed in confusion and anger. How could the Elven eldars send her to such a cruel place? How could people even be that cruel, especially to one such as Siri in all her beauty. Tears that had been held up for years began spilling over, and Boromir took her in his strong embrace, offering whatever comfort he could. Her arms slowly wrapped around his neck, and he pulled her as close as he could until clothing was the only thing between them.
"I must have become weak to shed such tears," she murmured into his shoulder. "Strong warriors let nothing like those things get to them such as I have allowed."
"Not so," Boromir replied, rubbing her back in concentric circles to soothe her. "Tears are not a warrior's enemy, but rather what reminds them of their humility. When one weeps over the things you weep for, you weep not because of the pain, but for those who have forgotten what it means to be humble. Many a time have I shed tears, and I am not afraid to admit it." He pulled her away though keeping her in his embrace. "And neither should you be."
Siri brushed stray silver locks from her face; oddly enough, he was right. She nodded, desperate to stop the tears. Lovingly Boromir wiped them away, and pulled her to her feet. Her dressed swayed as she moved, and he wrapped his left arm around her, leading her out into the serene garden.
Welestra's heart raced like a wild stallion in her chest, pounding as she struggled to keep the cool composure she was so well known for. So few things bothered her, affected her and usually it was not people. She had in no way expected this to happen with Legolas, and perhaps that was why it was affecting her more than even she cared to admit. Welestra was a cool, calm woman by nature and was always in control of the situation; now she felt herself spiraling downwards, out of control and completely at the mercy of the noble, endearing elf before her very eyes. She should have hated it, but somehow with his soft fingertips caressing her blushing cheeks she could do no such thing.
Legolas couldn't help himself; everything else had come before matters of the heart to him. He had never allowed himself a moment of weakness, but now he found himself weary and wanting to collapse into Welestra's arms. She was beautiful, no, more than beautiful...she was intoxicating. His fingers brushed
over her soft lips again and he smiled softly, tilting his head just so in order to study her every graceful movement.
"M'Lady you are so beautiful. The fairest flowers within this garden pale in comparison."
Welestra felt her heart stop - had he really just said that to her? No one had ever said anything like that to her. She drew in a deep breath and shook her head, her black-blue tresses falling to caress her face and his fingers. This couldn't be happening...it wasn't SUPPOSED to happen. "Legolas you should not say such things," she stammered softly, her eyes falling to the ground.
"Why is that?" he asked, placing his other hand within hers.
"Because...because...." Welestra struggled to find a logical way to finish the statement.
"Because no one ever has? Because you're afraid?"
Welestra raised her chin indignantly and her blue eyes flashed. "I am NOT afraid."
Legolas chuckled softly and shook his head. "There is no loss of honor in fear M'Lady, especially fear of the unknown, but one must not think too long before jumping off the precipice."
Welestra bit her lower lip. Everything he was saying made so much sense. Still, this seemed so impossible and she had never considered herself much of anything special, yet he seemed entranced by her. She wanted so desperately to believe it all true. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then finally
spoke.
"Legolas, I....I am not as amazing as you think, nothing special. I think you are giving me far to much credit."
Legolas shook his head, a strand of golden-blonde hair falling across his soft, blue eyes. "You may see yourself as such, but on the contrary I do not think I am giving you enough credit. There is so much strength within you...and so much beauty which is rare."
Welestra smiled a bit at that; she couldn't help it. She stared intently at the piece of golden hair that had fallen across his eyes, blocking them from hers, and before she could help it or stop herself one delicate hand reached out and swept it back across his forehead gently, brushing it back into place. He smiled and caught her hand in his before she could move it, then he brought her fingertips to his lips and gently, as if in reverence he kissed every one, then placed her hand almost regretfully back at her side.
Welestra's breath caught in her throat and she shuddered softly, involuntarily yet she couldn't seem to help it; it was as if he were weaving a spell over her. She could hear her mind protesting violently, her heart however urged her forward and the two were currently engaged in a struggle for control. She blinked and tried to look away, but once more his soft fingers fell beneath her chin and tilted it upwards so she was ensnared in his gaze.
"Why do you turn away from me so? I fear what I feel much like you...only...I do not wish to fight it."
Welestra quirked a brow; he was serious. He felt the same way and had no desire to fight it. What was she supposed to do now? He felt her shudder and in the space of a heartbeat he moved closer, the tension between them crackling like rivers of magic. He placed a gentle arm around her shoulders and then
as if that were not enough he un-clasped his soft sage green cloak, slipping it off his shoulders and onto hers, holding it there with his arm about her slender shoulders. He knew she wasn't cold, but it was a gesture of caring more than anything else.
"Thank you," she whispered, finally bringing her own slender hand to hover just above his for a moment before joining it.
He smiled softly and nodded. "You may fear M'Lady Lestra, but I can promise you that you have nothing...nothing to fear from me."
His words were so sincere, the warm, sweet breath from his lips tickled her ear and she smiled. "It is not you I fear...not you at all."
"What then?" he asked, much to her amazement he unabashedly laid his head upon her shoulder, his golden tresses falling across the front of her gown. "Tell me what it is you fear."
Welestra hesitated; she did not open her heart to anyone. She kept far too much inside to show it so openly yet how could she not do what he asked? He opened himself to her with no fear...and deep inside she longed to do the same. Her heart urged her forward and after a deep breath she nodded and spoke.
"I....I do not fear the unknown, but I do fear opening myself, making myself vulnerable to people so they can pick me apart. I fear rejection...I have always felt like I do not belong, like I just was not good enough..." She trailed off into silence.
"Do you feel that way now?" Legolas asked, his fingers brushing against her neck.
Did she? She closed her eyes and shook her head. "No.I suppose I do not."
"Do not fear rejection from me, I think it is obvious that I could never do such a thing....and everyone belongs somewhere M'Lady; if I may say it, presumptuous as it may be, I think you belong here."
She blinked, unable to believe what he had just said; maybe this WAS supposed to happen. Maybe she finally had control of a situation. She was scared yes, but this was her chance, her chance to finally feel something more than a feeling of not belonging and disenchantment. Her shoulders quivered and she bowed her head for a moment, trying to reassure herself that she could do it.
"Legolas," she whispered softly.
"Hmm yes?"
"That precipice you mentioned earlier..."
"What of it?" he said, sitting up a bit as if intrigued.
"I think, I think I am ready to see if I can fly."
She could feel him smile, actually feel it as he caressed her cheek softly. "You can fly M'Lady...I know you can and I shall be your wings."
With that he gazed into her eyes, silently as if glimpsing an angel, he then brought his lips to her, his breath sweet like clovered honey as he fell into her arms like a lost child. The kiss was breathless and urgent, as if he needed her deep within his soul. His hands wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer. She complied as if she could not be close enough, as if she had to breathe the same air he did. She felt wild with abandon...and for once, within his arms, lost in a tangled maze of silken golden tresses and sweet lips Welestra felt as though she belonged.
A rich breeze billowed gently about the pair as they silently moved through the garden, unaware of anything besides eachother. Siri snuggled into Boromir, feeling light and free. It had been a long time since she had felt the freedom she felt now; the feeling of being unhindered by everything the world had done to her. Boromir sensed this, as he himself also felt freer than he had in years. This elven haven weaved spells of sorts, and before this he had never willingly given his heart so quickly. But now he could not picture leaving without her, or living without her; in one glance she had become his whole world and he would do anything and everything she ever told him to.
For the most part no words were spoken, just the occasional glance into eachother's eyes causing both to smile. Siri no longer blushed, feeling much more comfortable with him now. He was glad to see it, but part of him also missed her modest blushing. The warmth of her against his arm was good enough for him, however, and he would take her any way he could.
Suddenly she looked up, something catching her eye. Without explanation she released him and walked quickly ahead, while Boromir followed in curiousity. She did not go far, having come across a night flower with ivory white petals, and a centre the colour of an onyx. Its scent was intoxicating, and Siri could not help but become enticed by it. Boromir was at her side in no time, and she turned to him.
"Have you seen anything like this Boromir?" she asked in wonder, delicately touching its silken petals. She looked back at it as she heard him chuckle.
"Its beauty is enticing, but I have seen wonders much more glorious," he answered, kneeling beside her. She turned back to face him, and he smiled. "And one such wonder is kneeling beside me."
She echoed his smile; his endearments stole her breath with so much ease. She sniffed the flower again and sat back on her feet, her eyes never leaving it. "Boromir, tell me about the White City."
He chuckled. "You wish to hear of my city do you?" She nodded, and he got himself comfortable. "It is a splendor unlike anything you can imagine. It glimmers like purest ivory in the morning sun, banners on the parapets caught high and rustling softly in the breeze. Her heart is of course the towers, and each one stands proud and independent, shimmering and bathed in light. I think the soft light of the moon does my city more justice than even the sun. Gondor is a jewel in the middle of a wild world. But she is a
jewel nonetheless."
She smiled, somewhat mournfully, and looked at him. "One day I think I should visit it. Ever have I dreamed of seeing it in all its glory, the white towers gleaming in the sunlight."
He smiled and drew her into his embrace. "I will take you, Siri. You will ride with me into the city gates, and enjoy all the wonders one can behold in my father's house. Never again will you have to endure torment as long as I am here."
Siri turned into his shoulder, tears of happiness starting to slowly track down her face. One of her greatest dreams was in her grasp; she was bound to see the White City, and she would see it with Boromir. Always had she dreamed about such things, but back in the world she left such a thing was impossible. There she could not be with Boromir, and there she would never have a chance to see the White Tower. Bless whatever force was at work for linking her to Middle Earth, and for bringing her back when it did. A life of happiness awaited her, and she was so overcome with pleasent relief she could not help the joyous teary laugh that came instead of sobs. Boromir looked down, amusedly.
"What need have you for tears now? You have nothing more to fear."
"But I have everything I could ever want," she answered, looking up. Roughly she wiped away the tears without wiping away the smile. "I am so overwhelmed with joy I know not what else to do but let tears of happiness fall."
"Then let them fall until they can fall no more," he replied kissing her forehead. He stood up and helped her to her feet, gazing intently on her as she brushed the dust from her dress. "And I will be there to catch them, each and every blessing of your happiness."
He slid an arm around her waist, and continued on their walk as she snuggled back into his shoulder. They came to a small bridge where a quiet little stream trickled over smoothed rocks embedded in the sediment. The starlight from above was caught in its current. Siri leaned on the round wooden railing and gazed downwards into it, the dark colours reminding her of her friend. She sighed heavily, a sad smile on her face.
"What is it?" Boromir asked softly.
"I was just thinking," she began, her eyes never leaving the water. "That perhaps the White City may have to wait some time."
He looked hurt. "You have changed your mind?"
"No," she answered, shaking her head. "But there is a matter between myself and my friend Welestra that I had promised to help resolve. I would feel bad if I abandoned it."
"Tell me about it," he pressed gently, confusion in his brow.
She sighed heavily, and looked up into his loving eyes. "When Welestra and I crossed back into Middle Earth, we eventually made our way here, to Rivendell. We met a Ranger by the name of Strider in Bree, and followed him to Weathertop. After an incident with the Nine servants of Sauron, Strider caught us following him, and we told him briefly our story. We followed him to Rivendell, and along the way Welestra was injured by the Witch King; he had thrown a dagger into her stomach. I helped her to Rivendell, even carried her when she had passed out and too weak to walk. Lord Elrond healed her, and we spoke with him this morning about our coming here to Middle Earth. It was then that I learned my own heritage, but Welestra he knows nothing about except for what she already knows. He told her that she is not of Middle Earth, and we know not how she fits into all of this. I promised her I would help her, but I do not wish to hurt either her or you Boromir."
Boromir set his brow straight as he let her words sink in; she was much stronger than he had thought, and deeply loyal to her friend. He took her hand, kissed its palm and placed it over his warrior heart. "Then I will pledge myself to you now, in love and honour, that I will follow you where ever you must go, and protect you from harm. I am indebted to you forever, until the end of time and beyond."
Siri's heart stopped; only in her dream of dreams did she hear anything similar to those words. Now she was hearing them for real, and no other words were sweeter than those he had just said. An astounded smile crept across her lips, and he smiled knowing his words had a good effect on her. He lowered his head to hers, and was about to kiss her when another walked up to them.
"My lady Siri," Erestor began, bowing slightly. "Lord Elrond bade me to inform you that Gandalf is waiting for you inside the Lord's study."
Siri's smile faded, but she nodded to him. "Very well. Tell him that I am on my way over, if you please."
Erestor bowed and walked soundlessly away. Boromir watched him go, then turned to the beauty he held in his arms. "What is this meeting about?"
"Welestra and I asked Lord Elrond if we may speak with Gandalf, to see if he might know something." She answered, pulling Boromir after her. Without hesitation he followed.
"Do you think he will know something?" he asked as he wrapped her back in his arms.
"I hope so," she replied leaning into him. "Why do you ask?"
An impish smile cut his face. "Because if it shall be a waste of your time, I am not going to allow you to leave my arms."
She looked up at him in mock anger, but could not hide her smile. "You think so, don't you?"
He said nothing, just gazed innocently into her eyes before bowing his head and capturing her lips in his. He was gentle and slow, but Siri could sense there was a great deal of passion he was holding back in fear of getting carried away. She yielded to him, and he became more urgent. When he broke the kiss, a look of astoundment was on her face, and he smiled, walking her to where she had to be.
Legolas held Welestra in his arms, the cloak still wrapped carefully around her shoulders. He held her close, as if his world would fall apart without her. She smiled softly, still not believing any of this had actually happened. She felt so safe in his arms, so loved. He moved a errant lock of blue-black hair from her forehead and had leaned foreword to kiss her there when a noise interrupted them both; someone clearing their throat.
There stood Erestor. He bowed slightly and then looked up, almost as if he were ashamed at his intrusion. He smiled then cleared his throat again before speaking.
"Please pardon my sudden intrusion M'Lady Welestra, Gandalf awaits you in the Lord Elrond's study. Lady Sirithwingwen is there already."
He bowed once more then turned and strode off back in the direction from whence he had come. Legolas sighed softly and rose gracefully from the bench and offered forth his arm to Welestra. "Well at least allow me to escort you to your destination."
Welestra smiled and nodded eagerly, linking her slender arm in his own, tilting her head at his frown. "What is wrong Legolas?"
He chuckled softly and caressed her hand with his fingertips as they moved back towards Elrond's home.
"Nothing truly, I only wish we had not been interrupted."
That actually caused Welestra to smile and she blushed softly. "I wish the same, but it is a matter of importance."
"What are you going to speak to him about?" Legolas asked as they approached the entrance.
"My history, Legolas. To see, if he can tell me who I am."
Legolas smiled and took his hand and placed it gently over her heart. "You need no istar to answer that Lestra, who you are is in here; Gandalf can only guide you. Fare thee well then my beautiful Lady, until the morrow."
With that he placed another soft, yet strikingly passionate kiss upon her lips before leaving her there with a soft smile and a crimson blush upon her face.
When Welestra entered the study Siri was already there seated next to Gandalf, the two having a lively discussion about Lothlorien and Siri's brothers, whom she missed greatly. Siri looked up, deep amethyst eyes focusing on Welestra as she entered the room. She was very perceptive and did not miss the glow on Welestra's face, nor the slight blush. Her amethyst eyes caught Welestra's blue ones in question but Welestra just smiled; she would tell her friend later. Now however she had questions for Gandalf.
She approached the large, stained wood table and took the seat next to Siri, bowing to Gandalf before she did so. She then seated herself in one graceful, fluid motion and smiled to the kindly istar.
"Greetings Gandalf"
He smiled, his eyes twinkling with a spark of knowledge. "Greetings Lady Welestra. I am sure you have many questions."
Welestra nodded, her tresses falling across her face. "Yes I do actually."
"I am afraid I will be able to answer few of them, so I shall not waste your time. I shall openly tell you all that I can now. I knew your sister, very well for a time and I can say only that you are from Lacthalia and that you ruled your own province."
Welestra quirked both ebony brows and tilted her head to one side, as if about to speak, but Gandalf silenced her curiosity with a wave of his hand. "I can tell you nothing more, questioning me will do no good. I have told you what I can Welestra, be content with that and leave the rest up to fate. I fare both of you ladies goodnight, I have important business tomorrow."
With that he rose from his seat and with a slight bow he shuffled from the room, leaving them both behind to discuss their evenings.
"SO?" asked Siri, placing her chin on her hand and propping her elbow up on the table, her amethyst eyes gleaming devilishly at Welestra.
"So what?" Welestra countered back. She was silent for a moment then spoke again, obviously trying to change the subject or evade it altogether. "I think your ears have become even pointier since we arrived Siri."
Her friend chuckled and shook her head. "OH NO YOU DON'T LESTRA! I know you too well remember? You are NOT getting off that easy! You are positively glowing! Whatever happened out there?"
Welestra fidgeted a bit, her hands resting on the tabletop. She then sighed deeply; when Siri wanted a answer there was no getting around it.
"Legolas happened," she stated simply and matter-of-factly, however her wide smile betrayed her mirth and happiness.
"WHAT?" Siri yelped, her amethyst eyes growing wide with disbelief. "You...and LEGOLAS?"
Welestra nodded and smiled softly, then not able to help herself she collapsed into a fit of giggles. "Yes. Yes me and Legolas. I swear I had no intention of it happening...it just sort of, well, happened!"
Siri stared at her friend in utter disbelief then collapsed into giggles herself. "I don't believe this! Did you kiss him?"
"SIRI!" Welestra shouted in protest, swatting playfully at her friend.
"Well, did you?" Siri persisted.
Welestra knew she wouldn't give up. "Yes...yes I kissed him twice!"
"TWICE!" Siri giggled and smirked.
"Yes twice, is there a problem with that?" Welestra said, shooting her friend a look.
"No, no, of course not."
"How many times did you kiss Boromir?" Welestra asked, quirking a brow.
"You want me to count?" Siri retorted, giggling madly.
"No, I will simply take that as a signal that all went well," Welestra said smiling.
Siri nodded. "It went quite well in fact. He is so wonderful, so noble and wonderful...I think I am in love."
Welestra giggled madly. "Siri! You were in love before we even got here!"
"All right, true you have a point there. Shall we get some rest? I am terribly tired."
Welestra nodded to her friend and they both arose from their chairs and left Elrond's study to head down the hallway towards their rooms. Their chambers were right next to one another and Siri paused just before going into her own room.
"Just for the record Lestra..."
"Hmmm?"
"I think that you and Legolas make a WONDERFUL couple!" Siri said, giggling impishly.
"OH YOU!" Welestra swatted at her best friend again and both collapsed into another giggle-fit on the floor, straightening up a bit and smiling at each other secretly as Elrond walked by, giving them a odd look. Once he had passed they stood up and Siri smiled to Welestra.
"I know you had hoped Gandalf could tell you more but I PROMISE you that together we will find the secrets to your past, and I will be by your side the whole way."
Welestra smiled. "Including carting my dead weight around if I get attacked by a Nazgul again?"
"Yes, including that most of all, besides...there is no one who's dead weight I would rather carry!"
The two girls chuckled and embraced in a tight hug.
"Goodnight Siri."
"Goodnight Lestra!"
With that the two girls slipped into their chambers, each left to the beautiful night and her own thoughts.
Siri slipped into her room, lit the candles and sighed deeply. She was alone now, and absolutely terrified. Yes, things with Boromir had gone well, but that would not stop him from dying at Amon Hen. What was she going to do? It seemed as though she had only one choice - she had to follow after them.
Welestra was alone as well and her thoughts turned to Legolas; it had been so unexpected. She regretted none of it however and she enjoyed his company more than even she wanted to admit. It seemed clear that she would have to go as well if she ever wanted to find out about her past, and also to keep Siri from going on a one woman suicide mission when it came to Boromir's death.
So in the silence of their rooms each girl made a decision, not knowing they had both made the same choices.
They awoke the next morning within minutes of each other and met in the hall, each headed to the other's room.
"Seems like we both had the same idea," Siri replied, smiling brightly.
Welestra chuckled. "Great minds think alike."
"Very true," Siri said, her amethyst eyes grew wide for a moment and she looked to Welestra. "THE COUNCIL! OH NO!"
Welestra blinked then realized what Siri meant. "Have we missed it?!"
"I don't think so. Hurry up, get dressed, I'll meet you back here in the hall in 10 minutes."
Both of them made haste back into their rooms and got dressed as quickly as they could, throwing on gowns that had been se out for them. They then met in the hallway, Siri in emerald green and Welestra in azure blue.
"Come on let's go!" Siri grabbed her friend's arm and began tugging her down the hallway and towards the exit nearest the gardens.
"We can cut through the gardens and will have less of a chance of being seen."
Welestra nodded confirmation and the two girls raced through the haven, arriving at the site of the council after what seemed like an eternity. They hid close to where Merry and Pippin were hiding and waved to the two Hobbits, motioning for them to not give the two girls away. Merry nodded and together Siri and Welestra watched the meeting un-fold.
Elrond explained about the Last Alliance and the Ring as Siri and Welestra watched on, crouched next to one another. They heard Boromir speak of Mordor and Sauron, and the debate with Aragorn. Then brave Frodo stood forth offering to take the Ring and both girls had to try not to cheer with happiness for seeing him up and well again. Both Boromir and Legolas seemed oddly happy given the present circumstances; of course only the girls knew why. It was then, when Merry and Pippin burst forth, that the girls knew they had to leave and get back to Elrond's home before they were spotted. So they did, running as fast as they could. They did beat him, and were waiting for him in his study when he arrived.
"Elrond," Siri spoke up. "Lestra and I have made a decision. We are going to follow them. Follow the Fellowship."
Elrond quirked a brow and shook his head. "I cannot let you do that."
"May we know why, Elrond?" Welestra asked.
"Because it is much too dangerous, Welestra," he answered gravely. "Siri may have begun to remember her past, but her skills are still far from her memory. Whether you possess any skills near to match hers in hiding, I know not. It is clear that the Nine are hunting you, and there is no one I can afford to send with you anywhere, and I will not request the Fellowship to take care of the both of you as well as the Ringbearer. The task is dangerous enough without your own mysterious perils to follow."
Siri's heart tore in two, and Welestra secretly raised a hand to her indicating for her to wait before losing all hope. She knew what her best friend was thinking, and she would ensure that Siri went with Boromir.
Siri turned to Elrond. "So what must we do then?"
"You will stay and train. My sons Elrohir and Elledan have arrived back from the wilds, and I will leave you in their care. When you are fit to fight, I will allow you both to go with them to the Golden Wood and seek out Lady Galadriel's aid." He explained.
"Elrond I know you mean well," Welestra began, stepping forward. "But you do not understand. Both Siri and I know of things that are destined for the Fellowship, things that will happen that should not happen. We both know of what to expect on the journey, and are well-prepared for it; more than you know. I, for one, will go after the Fellowship if it is by your leave or not Elrond. I ask no one to endanger their own lives on my account, for I take responsibility for my own actions. If I am not of this world Elrond, then allow me to do what I must."
Elrond took a step back in surprise; she spoke with such strong authority. Strange wisdom rippled through her voice, and determination flowed through her. Perhaps she was right; if this was what she felt was right, then who was he to tell her otherwise. Infinite was his wisdom, but there was a power in her greater than he or Gandalf, probably even greater than the Valar. He sighed, being at a loss for an answer. He looked at Siri, then back at her. "Then what do you suppose I answer to Lady Siri's request?"
She looked at her friend, then back at Elrond. "Give her two days' training with your sons. Then she will be ready to leave with me."
Siri whipped her head to face her friend, confused. What WAS she doing? Welestra turned to her. "Trust me Siri, it is for the best. Training will awaken your skills."
Elrond sighed. "Very well. If you both agree to it, then reluctantly will I allow it. Understand I only wish for your safety."
Welestra smiled reassuringly. "Listen to my sister, Elrond, and she will quell your fears. She will ensure our safe travels, if guardian is what we should need."
He returned her smile, and allowed them to their own thoughts. Quickly Welestra strode through the halls, Siri jogging to keep up. "All right Lestra, just what was the big idea of all that? You know I can fight as well as you."
"I know you can Siri," Welestra replied. "But you are forgetting one thing; I have one who can remind me immediately of my skills when they are needed, and you do not. Fighting and avoiding the Nazgul was easy, as we know their ways and weaknesses. As long as we had those matches, your hearing and my sister we were protected. But no daggers and lit branches are going to protect us from Orcs and Uruk-hais; we need that which we have forgotten."
Siri sighed heavily, falling into stride with Welestra. "Perhaps you're right, some refreshing will do me good. But Boromir-"
"Will be just fine," Welestra answered smiling. "We will have caught up to them before they reached Amon Hen."
Siri smiled as well. "Sometimes I wonder if you will need my help at all in finding yourself, Lestra. You seem to be doing just fine without me."
"But the comfort that I have a friend such as you to fall back on should I stumble also helps," Welestra replied. They arrived to their rooms. "Change into some more fitting clothes, bid Boromir a temporary farewell and then seek out Elrond's sons. The quicker you remember, the quicker we can go."
"It's going to break his heart knowing he must leave me behind," Siri commented sadly.
"But he will understand your situation," Welestra tried. Siri shook her head.
"You don't understand, Lestra. He, he-" Siri paused, finding the words hard to say. "He pledged himself to me. He said that he would go where ever I needed to be."
Welestra raised her eyebrows intently. "Really?"
Siri nodded. "Yes, I could hardly believe it myself when he did." She looked at her friend. "What should I do?"
"Be honest and truthful, and tell him that it will not be long before you two will see eachother again," Welestra replied. "Now go change before he leaves."
Smiling gratefully, Siri rushed into her room to change. Welestra's own smile faded, knowing that she had more to worry about than Siri.
Chapter Three - Love at First Glance
Elrond left the room to allow Welestra privacy. She changed into a dark slate blue-sky blue marble dress tied by a wide silver cloth belt in the front. She left the decorative elvish braids in her hair and fastened an elaborate silver elvish brooch on the collar of her dress. Slipping on a pair of slate blue slippers, Welestra opened the door and was greeted by another Elf dressed in dark burgandy robes. His face was solemn and he bowed.
"My name is Golradir, councilor of Imladris," he said regally. "Lord Elrond asked me to escort you to his study. He desires a meeting with you and your friend Siri."
"It is a pleasure to meet you Golradir," Welestra answered in response, bowing her head. "Do you know how my friend fares?"
He held out his hand, which she took, and he explained as he led her through the halls. "She has not slept all night. She has been sick of worry, and sat out on the steps of the house nigh until dawn. Nothing has she eaten nor drinken, and our worry for her shall rest when she sees you well again."
She smiled to herself. "Always have I been amazed at the open-heart nature of the Elves. I feel very fortunate to have come to this place in my time of need; anywhere else I may not have been so fortunate I believe."
To her delight, Golradir smiled. "And always have I been perplexed by the race of Men. One cannot judge you by a small group as one can with the Elves, for some of your race choose the side of evil and others choose the side of good. I suppose some things are not meant to be solved, just accepted."
They came to the study, and Golradir bid her goodbye. Without pausing or hesitation she walked in to see Elrond standing by a window, and Siri dressed in a summer yellow dress with an orange cloak fastened at her left shoulder sitting at a table. She perked her head up, and turned where her clouded amethyst eyes met the rejuventated blue of Welestra's. Immediately Siri's eyes perked up, and she ran to her friend in joy.
"Welestra you're awake!"
She collided into her friend, nearly hugging the breath out of her. Welestra smiled and hugged her friend back.
"Yes, I am awake and feeling much better. I heard you have had no sleep or nourishment since we had arrived."
Siri pulled away from her friend. "How could I?! You were laying there wasting away from that blade and Lord Elrond would not allow me to stay in the room with you. I couldn't sleep knowing you were so ill."
Elrond, who had turned around to watch the joyous reunion, decided it was time to get down to more important matters. He stepped forward and spoke to them in a firm but gentle voice with his fartherly smile. "Welestra, Siri, please sit. We have much to discuss."
Obeying his wisdom, both girls took a seat and was immediately joined by Elrond. Three glasses of wine sat untouched on the table, and he invited them to drink. Both girls accepted as Elrond proceeded to explain.
"I am sure you both have many questions, and I know that when you had arrived to Middle Earth you had intentions of coming to me with those questions in hope of receiving answers. I tell you now that I do not have all the answers, but I will answer what I can."
They both nodded in understanding, and Elrond continued. "Siri was one of the many Elves born during the end of the First Age, when trouble began; in fact Siri you are nearly my age. There are few Elven ladies who have achieved greatness in our history, but you Siri were one of them. A great warrior you became, fighting in many battles and earning many deserved victories. You had served the Elven king Gil-Galad, though you were born in Lorien, the Golden Wood. Your brothers still dwell there; Haldir, Orophin and Rumil. Great are you with the sword, and even greater are you skills with the bow. I remember quite vividly the Last Alliance of Elves and Men during the Second Age, in which we fought side by side. You were captain of your own fleet from the kingdom of Gil-Galad, and were perhaps the most modest of his guard. But it was after the death of your Elven king that things changed."
"Changed?" Siri repeated, her brow furrowed in complete confusion. Elrond nodded in affirmation.
"Yes, changed. Gil-Galad's death had a great affect on you, much different from the affect it had on me. You had lost the thirst for the battle of good, desiring only the chance to gain vengence for Gil-Galad by fighting directly against the Dark Lord, and since he had been vanquished though not completely destroyed, you requested the three Elven Ring-Bearers to send you away, only being drawn back when Sauron grew into power and you could have a chance to go to battle against him. So is the reason for your crossing back to Middle Earth from the world you had been sent to. How many lifetimes you have gone through one could only guess, but it has been many years. However, your immortality has been restored, and your age is well over six thousand. Your brothers will be overjoyed to see you back again."
Siri was dumbfounded; all these years of having so many similarities to the Elven race only to discover she actually was an Elf. A shadow of a smile appeared on her face, absorbing the fact that she was an actual product of Middle Earth. Nothing had ever made her this happy.
Welestra, however, could not contain her burning questions. "What can you tell me of myself, Lord Elrond?"
He sighed heavily. "Unfortunately Welestra, I know too little. This presence has not told me much of things that you did not know. I do know that you have crossed here for a purpose, though I know not what it is. I also know you were not born of Middle Earth, for you are a being of another world. Neither are you of Elvish descent nor of the race of Men, or the Maia or Valar. I wish I could be of more help to you, but I cannot. I do know all the things that you know, however: you have a sister and two brothers who wait for you somewhere, you are in fact a great healer, and you were sent to the same world as Siri for a reason. I know also that along your journey there will be many clues to the answers you seek, and I have been instructed by this presence, your sister, to begin with this one: in the language of the Elves whom you know so well, your name would be translated into Nenwen."
Welestra expected her heart to drop, but in truth she had expected it. "So had I thought. She hinted at the fact that finding myself will be no easy task, however I am grateful for all that you have done for me thus far. By knowing a little more than I had before, I can go on with a little more piece of mind."
Elrond nodded. "There is some who may be able to give you more answers however. Gandalf has arrived some time ago, and he may know something more to help you. He is Maian, and wiser than I. When he has a moment, I will have him speak with you."
Welestra looked pleased, but Siri became somewhat panicked though it went unnoticed by Elrond who had gotten up to gaze out the window. Before Elrond took notice Welestra got up, eager to get Siri out before he tried to go into a painful matter.
"Lord Elrond, we both thank you for what you have done again. If by your leave, we would like to walk through the gardens, and collect our thoughts until we may speak with Gandalf later."
He turned and nodded, smiling. "Of course. I will have someone fetch you later when such a meeting can be held."
Quickly Siri and Welestra walked out, and Siri paled slightly. Welestra stopped her just outside the doors that lead to the gardens. "Siri, would you like to tell me what has come over you?"
Siri looked like she was ready to panic. "If Gandalf's already here, then that means Boromir is going to ride up any minute. What if I run into him in the gardens, or at the Shrine, and what if-"
"Siri," Welestra said sternly. "Calm yourself. You are being ridiculous. Would you want Boromir to see you panicking like you are right now, or would you like him to see you as you really are?"
"Lestra come on, what is he going to see in someone like me?" Siri asked. There was a tinge of sadness to her voice. "I'm no one important."
Welestra sighed. "Siri, you heard what Elrond said. You were a great warrior in the past ages; Boromir will at least respect that and be impressed by that. Do not get yourself worked up over something so little."
Siri frowned and turned her amethyst eyes to the ground for a moment, she sighed and bit her lower lip then looked back up at her best friend.
Welestra smiled brightly and opened her arms and the two girls embraced, hugging each other; for even in a world they knew so well all they truly had was each other.
"I am trying not to get worked up, I just can't help it. You...you know how I feel about Boromir," Siri said as she let go of her friend and started into the gardens.
Welestra smiled and nodded. "I know, but you are a great warrior like I said and he will recognize you and respect you I am sure. And you are beautiful, he would be a fool not to notice how special you are."
"I'm not so sure," Siri said as she stopped, admiring all the beautiful flowers.
"Trust me," Welestra said with a tinge of amusement to her voice; Siri always got so flustered when Boromir was mentioned.
"I don't know...what I do know is I wish we knew more about your connection to all this," Siri said as she turned to face her friend.
"You are not the only one."
Siri nodded, her silver tresses falling around her pale face as she smiled at her friend. "Whatever it is we need to find, wherever the answers are, I will help you find them and do everything I can; what are best friends for right?"
Welestra gave her friend a warm smile and nodded, somewhat comforted by the fact that perhaps with the help of her friend and her own strength she would get answers.
"Thank you Siri...I know we will figure it out."
Her friend nodded again and smiled. "Of course we will. You are someone very special, and it doesn't take Gandalf or any clues to figure that out."
Welestra chuckled and managed another smile; she was just glad her friend had stopped panicking over Boromir. "I think we are both something special, otherwise we would not be here."
Siri blushed and shrugged casually. "All I know is we are here for a reason; what it is I have no idea...but there is a higher purpose to all of this."
Welestra nodded, her glimmering deep blue eyes clouded with thought as her hands smoothed the front of her gown. "I will not disagree with that."
"Well no matter why it is we are here, you can always trust me to have your back," Siri said matter-of-factly with a smile.
"I think you already proved that when you carried me all the way to Rivendell," Welestra said with a soft laugh like water over rocks. "How did you do that anyway?"
Siri chuckled softly and shrugged, her pale shoulders a stunning contrast against the warmth of the gown. "I don't know how to explain it really, it was like I just knew I had to do it, so I did. Besides it's not like you weigh much more than a feather anyway."
Welestra giggled and shook her head. "Flattery, my elven friend, will not get you everywhere. Seriously though, I just want to say thank you...so much."
Siri waved a slender hand as though it were nothing. "I did what a good friend should; besides had it been me you would have done the same."
Welestra nodded, knowing she indeed would have.
"Oh look!" Siri exclaimed pointing at something just past Welestra's line of vision.
"What?"
"These flowers here....they match your dress," Siri explained, one finger pointing at the lovely flowers that grew there. They were shaped like small bells, several of the small delicate flowers on each clump. Their petals were a soft, windswept blue with hints of lavender and lilac.
"Those are beautiful," Welestra commented, bending down to inhale the soft scent.
"I have a idea," Siri said. "Here." She picked off a clump of the dangling, delicate flowers and bade Welestra to stand still. She then tucked them just behind her friend's ear so the shimmering blooms hung down like a piece of elaborate and breathtaking jewelry.
Welestra smiled and lifted her chin up. "How do they look?"
"They look PERFECT," Siri exclaimed with a wide smile. "Come on, let's find a mirror inside and I'll show you."
"Oh all right," Welestra chuckled and allowed Siri to take her arms and drag her back towards Elrond's home.
They entered and Siri poked her head around the corner of the hallway, waving at Welestra. "Here's one come see!"
Welestra chuckled and quirked a thin ebony brow and lifted her skirt, sprinting to where Siri stood next to the mirror. She looked at her reflection and gasped...and not just because of the flowers.
"Is that me?" Welestra inquired, staring at the beautiful woman before her.
Siri chuckled and nodded as she smiled at her friend. "Yes it is...and you look AMAZING."
Welestra drew in a deep breath and tugged on her friends arm. "Come on, let us straighten you up a bit before Boromir does get here."
Siri quirked a brow and let Welestra drag her wherever she pleased. "All right, but I don't think any flowers will make me look half as beautiful as you."
Welestra shook her head as she dragged Siri towards the garden once again. "You hardly need any help Siri, but do not underestimate me!"
Siri quirked a thin silver brow as Welestra dragged her by her arm past the fragrant flowers. "What ARE you doing?"
"You will see," Welestra muttered as she flitted from flower to flower like a nervous hummingbird.
Siri quirked a brow and ran a nervous hand through her silver tresses. "Lestra I don't know. I mean I'm not that good at looking...girly."
Welestra chuckled and smiled softly. "You are absolutely beautiful, you just do not know it...come here," she waved Siri over with a pale hand.
"I am not," Siri muttered under her breath, but she made her way to Welestra's side anyway.
"I heard that," Welestra said as she plucked flowers off a bush.
Siri rolled her amethyst eyes and leaned over Welestra's shoulder to see what she was doing.
"Perfect!" Welestra exclaimed, turning around with five or six blooms in her slender hands. They looked similar to roses and they were in perfect bloom, each petal was a rich peachy-orange, the inside of the petals tinged with a blushing red. "These go with your dress!" Siri quirked a brow sky- high and looked doubtful.
"Trust me!" Welestra exclaimed taking a golden ribbon from her friend's hair. "Now stand still so I can do this."
Siri still looked doubtful but allowed her best friend to have her way nonetheless.
Welestra worked diligently and gathered Siri's hair up into a bun atop her head and secured it with the gold ribbon. She then placed the roses in around the bun in a circle, covering the stems with locks of Siri's silver hair. "PERFECT." Welestra exclaimed triumphantly.
"I HAVE GOT to see this."
Welestra giggled and grabbed Siri's hand and pulled her back towards the house and the mirror. "Go on then...look," Welestra said pointing at the mirror. Siri made a face then stepped forward and peered into the mirror.
"Before you ask...YES that is you," Welestra said grinning, obviously proud of herself.
"Wow," Siri muttered, placing a hand atop her tresses. "I had no idea I could look like this."
Welestra waved a hand and smiled. "Even elven warriors have it in them."
Siri had turned to smile at her friend when they heard a commotion coming from outside. Both girls turned in perfect unison and looked at one another. "Do you think it's..."
"Them?" Welestra finished.
Siri nodded and Welestra took her arm. "Let us go outside and look."
Siri nodded and the two girls slipped out of Elrond's home and made their way silently to the gates of Rivendell. Welestra could feel Siri's arm shaking in her hand and she tried to calm her friend as they cleared the last few steps towards a vantage point from which they could see the new arrivals.
"Siri it is all right....everything will be okay I promise, he will adore you. Or he is blind."
They walked up to a tree right beside the archway that was the entry and exit to Rivendell. There sitting atop a chestnut brown steed was Boromir, tall and proud in the saddle. The metal on his person glinted with the morning sun as he gazed about and beheld the splendor of the elven haven. His blonde tresses fell just so to his shoulders, blowing softly in the fair breeze. His eyes were a soft blue and they gazed around in awe and wonder, betraying his noble heart with a single glance. He looked fatigued and perhaps a bit worse-for-wear because of his long ride, but he lifted his chin high nonetheless and nudged his horse, bidding it to stop. He moved with a warrior's grace and fluid elegance, every move as he dismounted made with calculated ease. He adjusted his cloak and smiled as he left his horse behind to be tended to. Siri gasped in wonder, finding that she could not look away from him. An amused smile crept across Welestra's face. "Siri, are you even breathing?"
Reluctantly Siri ripped her gaze from her vision of heaven and turned to her friend. "Lestra, what should I do? I can't just go over there."
Welestra's smile only got bigger, and the breeze that seemed to follow her around stirred up again. "Come my friend, leave this to me."
She grabbed Siri's arm and led her back in and through the house, the wind always directing her where to go. After what seemed like an eternity to Siri they arrived at the Shrine. Both could see Strider sitting in the shadows across from them, reading quietly. Welestra glanced behind herself, then pushed Siri to their left to take shelter in the shadows. Siri turned to her friend in a confused state, and Welestra merely nodded once, indicating Siri to turn around and look in front of her. There was an amused glint in her sapphire eyes, which puzzled Siri and made her head snap around. As if on cue Boromir strode in, intently looking over the paintings on the wall. Again Siri froze, and only her amethyst eyes moved as she followed the son of the Stewart walking about. He approached the shards of Narsil and picked up the hilt reverently, amazed. Strider cautiously watched him, a silent sentinel to the heirloom. Quietly, as the scene progressed, Welestra pushed Siri forward as her freind's eyes continued to focus on Boromir. He finally took notice of Strider watching, and carelessly placed the hilt back. He turned and paused as it clattered to the floor, then continued on his way. Welestra timed it so that when she pushed Siri, it would appear as if she had stepped out of nowhere. Boromir took one quick look over his left shoulder and Welestra shoved a very surprised Siri ahead, then retreated like the tide back into the shadows. Boromir turned back around, and collided with Siri. He looked down in surprise, and was greeted with the most stunning pair of eyes he had ever seen. Amethyst-coloured eyes looked surprisedly back at him, and strands of silver framed her face. He could not see how long it hung, for it was tied up on her head and in the bun beautiful peach-orange flowers encircled it. They were both speechless.
"My lady," he said respectively, bowing slightly. "Forgive me I did not see you there."
"No, it is I who must ask for forgiveness, I was-" Siri turned to look at Welestra, but didn't see her; she had already left the room through the other side. She turned back to Boromir. "Not paying attention."
"What is your name?" he asked, evident curiousity in his voice. Siri blushed crimson.
"You may call me Siri," she answered.
Gently he took her hand and raised it to his lips. "Lady Siri, it is beyond an honour to make your acquaintance. I am Boromir, son of the Stewart of Gondor and captain of the White Tower."
Siri's breath stopped at the mention of the White Tower, but she composed herself. "And it is an honour to meet one such as you Boromir. Your reputation proceeds you."
He smiled. "Good things I hope."
"Only such," she answered, copying his smile.
"Would you care to accompany me on a walk through this house?" Boromir asked timidly. "Such havens I have not seen in a long time, and generally I do not stay long. I am sure you could tell me of its days here."
"I am afraid that I must disappoint you, for I know little of the elven haven," Siri replied, looking down from more nerves than anything. "I have never dwelt here and should prove to know as much as you."
He smiled, holding out his arm which she shakily took as butterflies eruptted in her stomach. "Then if we should become lost, at least it will be together right?"
She nodded, part in amazement of the situation and part in happiness, and the two were off.
Welestra, meanwhile, strode through the halls away from the Shrine, a pleased look on her face. Had it not been for her, Siri would never have had the nerve to go to Boromir herself. She turned her head around, broad smiled, to be sure that they were together. They were not in her sight, but the breeze told her they indeed had gone off together. Chuckling to herself she turned her head back and bumped into someone. She looked up and her heart stopped.
"M'Lady...Forgive me please."
Welestra blinked, her deep, fathomless blue eyes betraying a momentary state of shock as she gazed upon the last person she had expected to see. He stood before her; tall, lithe and slender like a cat. His grace was fluid and subtle as he bowed before her, showing his noble mannerisms. His hair was a pale, golden blonde and it fell loosely past his shoulders and down his back in a shimmering wave, elven braids neatly binding it on either side. His eyes were a pale, gray-blue, rather like the color of a twilight sky. His lips formed a playful yet apologetic smile as he waited for Welestra to respond. Her blue eyes seemed like a fathomless tide to him, the song of the wind and the sea upon them. Her black tresses that actually seemed a midnight blue fell about her pale face, framed by delicate flowers of the same bluish hue as her gown that seemed to spring to life against the frame of her wondrous face.
"I...no it was my fault, I was not looking where I was going. I am so sorry."
He chuckled softly, took her hand in his and placed it against the warmth of his lips, laying a single kiss there which nearly took Welestra's breath away again. "Nor was I so I am at fault as well...how rude of me to not properly introduce myself. I am Legolas of Mirkwood."
Welestra's heart fluttered wildly in her chest; this was not in her plans. It wasn't supposed to happen. She had only came here to make sure Siri bumped into Boromir. This had most definitely not been in the plans.
"I am Welestra of...well never mind. Just call me Lestra."
Legolas chuckled softly and nodded his head with a soft smile. "Very well then Lady Lestra." He gazed just over her shoulder as people drifted busily in and out of the various corridors. "Perhaps Lady Lestra we should move our conversation elsewhere." Welestra blinked, having momentarily been in a daze, nodded then and smiled.
"Good idea. Come, we can go to the Gardens if you like."
He nodded and brushed a lock of golden hair from his fair brow. "I think I should like that very much. I would honestly welcome the peace and quiet."
"So would I actually," Lestra replied moving like a soft slow moving stream down the maze of corridors as Legolas trailing behind her, making nay a sound as he followed.
"Are you from Rivendell then Lestra?" he asked as he slipped up beside her when they finally breached the exit, stepping out into the cool night air.
Welestra took a deep breath, enjoying the unpolluted fragrance of it. Should she tell him the story of herself and Siri? No, she decided quickly, best to save it for later. They may not be able to take it all in and both her and Siri may have to use her knowledge at a later time. They would tell them then.
She shook her head softly and a soft breeze played at her feet, making her gown whisper and rustle against her willowy figure. "No I am not from Rivendell Legolas, I am here with my friend Sirithwingwen. The story of my past is a long and complicated one I fear, and I have not the answers to
your questions I am afraid." She smiled softly. Well, she thought to herself. That IS the truth. She had hardly any answers at all.
He quirked a golden brow in question but nodded. "Sirithwingwen...I believe I glimpsed her slipping out of The Shrine with the one from Gondor."
Welestra smiled again in spite of herself and nodded as she made her way into the gardens. "That would be her well enough...my best friend."
Legolas nodded as he glanced at the various nocturnal blooms, their feathery petals unfurling to embrace the night. None of them however seemed to compare to the beauty of the wondrous woman next to him, so delicate in beauty yet so strong of will all at once. "I see then, what brought the two of you here?"
Welestra paused as she smoothed her gown to sit on a grey marble bench, ornately carved with swans. "Many different things, but we fled here after I was injured..." she trailed off, still bitter over the wound even though she had healed remarkably.
"Injured?" he inquired as he stood in front of her, seemingly wanting to sit beside her but far too polite to just do so.
Welestra nodded. "Please, sit Legolas...and yes, injured. By a Nazgul actually, a poisoned dagger to my stomach."
His soft blue eyes clouded with concern and he sat next to her. "Truly? You are indeed strong then...I thought I sensed such within you."
Welestra shook her head in modest protest, her shimmering blue-black tresses falling over her pale face like a veil. "I am not as strong as you assume or it would not have happened."
Legolas chuckled softly and surprised even himself by taking Welestra's pale hand once again in his own. "That is a unfair thing to say, for even the bravest and strongest fall prey to fate and circumstances beyond their control. Strength M'Lady comes not in avoiding this but surviving it when such does befall you, and doing so with a noble heart...and I can sense a noble heart within you indeed."
Welestra actually blushed, a beautiful yet startling contrast to her pale almost silver skin. "You speak such wise words Legolas."
He smiled softly, tilting his head to study her. "What I speak is not wise, merely what I believe to be wisdom in my own heart. Sometimes I think I sound quite foolish."
Welestra shook her head vehemently and squeezed his hand. "You do not sound foolish at all; honest perhaps but not foolish."
He chuckled and squeezed her hand back, reveling in the way the starlight danced across her skin, her hair and most of all those deep blue, riverswept eyes. "Honesty is sometimes the only option one has when you are born of nobility Lady Lestra. Sometimes I think that all people see of me is my family history and my nobility...and nothing else." He sighed softly and smiled.
Welestra gazed into his pale blue eyes and shook her head. "I see much more in you than your family history, as noble as it may be it is not what makes you noble. What makes you noble-" she placed a slender hand upon his chest, just over his heart. "Is just here...not in the roots of your family tree."
Legolas blinked and smiled; he was amazed by her honesty, for her ability to see so much more deeply within him than any that had preceded her. Such a mysterious, amazing woman. He had come to Rivendell for council, not to be bewitched but he felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and he could not
look away even though he tried. He felt himself being helplessly ensnared. She saw beyond his heritage, beyond his sometimes-aloof façade...she was innocently breaking every barrier he had built to protect himself; he had never opened up to anyone like this before.
"Then you must believe M'Lady what makes you strong lays here," he replied, mimicking her as he placed a strong hand just above her pounding heart. Welestra had to stop herself from shuddering; he had such a gentle touch and a way with words, each one sounding like poetry. She had only intended to help
Siri face her fear with Boromir, she had no intention of becoming close to anyone but now it seemed she could not help herself. She fought her instinct, but a mysteriously soft voice in the back of her overwhelmed mind pushed her gently forward like a mother insistently prodding a child. She blushed again, a soft smile forming on her lips as to her amazement Legolas brought his hand up to brush against her cheek as if to caress the rosy blush that bloomed there. His hand hovered there for a moment and then a single, silken-soft fingertip fell to her full lips and brushed across them. Welestra could only hope things were going as well with Siri and Boromir, for she knew the son of Gondor was by nature stubborn and proud; she hoped desperately Siri could charm him.
And charm him she did. Boromir paid no heed to the wonders of Rivendell all around, instead focused all his attention on the beautiful Elf maiden pacing beside him light as a feather. He had learned much; she was well over six thousand, very close to Lord Elrond's age. She had served the Elven King Gil-Galad, and was counted among his greatest captains and a key fighter in the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. She was very modest about the whole ordeal, giving in to his gentle persistence that she tell him of her noble deeds. A great warrior did she reveal herself to be, and from his take on her story her skills would be enough to rival his own. It was hard to picture, such a pristine lady outfitted in Elven armour slaying the stinking fellness of Mordor's forces. He hoped that she would never again see such horrid sights.
"You must have travelled much after that great war," he commented, his large right hand finding its way over her slender one wrapped around his mail-clad arm. She blushed and looked down at his touch, and he realized just how beautiful she looked when her modesty took over, which was quite often.
"I suppose I did," she answered, finding meeting his stunning blue eyes an impossible task. "It depends on how you look at it, my lord."
"Boromir," he corrected, smiling gently. "Just Boromir."
She giggled nervously, her cheeks increasing their crimson colour. Lifting the hand that had cloaked her slender fingers, he softly pushed her chin up. The texture of the skin was soft like the flowers she had weaved into Welestra's hair earlier, and it surprised her to discover it on one such as Boromir who was in and out of many battles. She had always imagined it to be slightly rough with all the sword-weilding he must have done in his days. His fingers moved from her chin to her cheeks, stroking them in what seemed like an attempt to brush away the startling pink. His blue endearing eyes held her amethyst ones, and she allowed him to search them. Slowly she was opening up to him, something she had never allowed herself before, and it felt comforting to finally begin to trust someone so deeply. She let her head rest against his shoulder as they continued to walk and brought her other hand to clasp the one already on his arm. He chuckled in response and planted a kiss on her forehead, causing her to shiver delightfully.
"Now, what did you mean about how one would look at the activities you did after the war?" he asked, playful curiousity threaded in his voice. She sighed heavily.
"After the war, I asked the eldars to send me away to another world until I could have another chance at fighting against Sauron. When Gil-Galad died, I lost my thirst for the battle of good. I wished not to fight unless it was directly against the Dark Lord. I suppose I did alot of travelling, though now having come back here I wish I had stayed."
He led her out to the gardens, though they were far from where Welestra and Legolas had ventured to. "Tell me of it."
Siri's blush and smile faded as she recalled the memories of the world she left behind, cringing at the evils she had witnessed and experienced unwillingly. Give her orcs to that any day. She had been reminising longer than she thought, and Boromir touched her cheek. She jumped and looked up suddenly then composed herself. "I-I'm sorry Boromir, I must have gotten lost in my memories."
"Are they that horrid?" he asked, concerned and protectively angry for her. She sighed and nodded, looking ashamed. He led her to a ornate wooden bench, indicating for her to sit. She did so as he knelt in front of her. "Please, Siri, tell me."
"The world I left behind," she began, looking into his eyes. "Is heartless for the most part. Humans mostly. They fear and seek to destroy what they don't understand, and they are ruthless. They kill eachother, rape eachother, steal from eachother, plot against eachother; so many innocent people die because of the evilness of their nature. They ridicule things that seem out of place to them." She paused, tears beginning to build in her eyes. Boromir edged closer, laying his hands on either side of her on the bench struggling to offer comfort. "I was a victim to such torment for years."
His breath quickened and brow furrowed in confusion and anger. How could the Elven eldars send her to such a cruel place? How could people even be that cruel, especially to one such as Siri in all her beauty. Tears that had been held up for years began spilling over, and Boromir took her in his strong embrace, offering whatever comfort he could. Her arms slowly wrapped around his neck, and he pulled her as close as he could until clothing was the only thing between them.
"I must have become weak to shed such tears," she murmured into his shoulder. "Strong warriors let nothing like those things get to them such as I have allowed."
"Not so," Boromir replied, rubbing her back in concentric circles to soothe her. "Tears are not a warrior's enemy, but rather what reminds them of their humility. When one weeps over the things you weep for, you weep not because of the pain, but for those who have forgotten what it means to be humble. Many a time have I shed tears, and I am not afraid to admit it." He pulled her away though keeping her in his embrace. "And neither should you be."
Siri brushed stray silver locks from her face; oddly enough, he was right. She nodded, desperate to stop the tears. Lovingly Boromir wiped them away, and pulled her to her feet. Her dressed swayed as she moved, and he wrapped his left arm around her, leading her out into the serene garden.
Welestra's heart raced like a wild stallion in her chest, pounding as she struggled to keep the cool composure she was so well known for. So few things bothered her, affected her and usually it was not people. She had in no way expected this to happen with Legolas, and perhaps that was why it was affecting her more than even she cared to admit. Welestra was a cool, calm woman by nature and was always in control of the situation; now she felt herself spiraling downwards, out of control and completely at the mercy of the noble, endearing elf before her very eyes. She should have hated it, but somehow with his soft fingertips caressing her blushing cheeks she could do no such thing.
Legolas couldn't help himself; everything else had come before matters of the heart to him. He had never allowed himself a moment of weakness, but now he found himself weary and wanting to collapse into Welestra's arms. She was beautiful, no, more than beautiful...she was intoxicating. His fingers brushed
over her soft lips again and he smiled softly, tilting his head just so in order to study her every graceful movement.
"M'Lady you are so beautiful. The fairest flowers within this garden pale in comparison."
Welestra felt her heart stop - had he really just said that to her? No one had ever said anything like that to her. She drew in a deep breath and shook her head, her black-blue tresses falling to caress her face and his fingers. This couldn't be happening...it wasn't SUPPOSED to happen. "Legolas you should not say such things," she stammered softly, her eyes falling to the ground.
"Why is that?" he asked, placing his other hand within hers.
"Because...because...." Welestra struggled to find a logical way to finish the statement.
"Because no one ever has? Because you're afraid?"
Welestra raised her chin indignantly and her blue eyes flashed. "I am NOT afraid."
Legolas chuckled softly and shook his head. "There is no loss of honor in fear M'Lady, especially fear of the unknown, but one must not think too long before jumping off the precipice."
Welestra bit her lower lip. Everything he was saying made so much sense. Still, this seemed so impossible and she had never considered herself much of anything special, yet he seemed entranced by her. She wanted so desperately to believe it all true. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then finally
spoke.
"Legolas, I....I am not as amazing as you think, nothing special. I think you are giving me far to much credit."
Legolas shook his head, a strand of golden-blonde hair falling across his soft, blue eyes. "You may see yourself as such, but on the contrary I do not think I am giving you enough credit. There is so much strength within you...and so much beauty which is rare."
Welestra smiled a bit at that; she couldn't help it. She stared intently at the piece of golden hair that had fallen across his eyes, blocking them from hers, and before she could help it or stop herself one delicate hand reached out and swept it back across his forehead gently, brushing it back into place. He smiled and caught her hand in his before she could move it, then he brought her fingertips to his lips and gently, as if in reverence he kissed every one, then placed her hand almost regretfully back at her side.
Welestra's breath caught in her throat and she shuddered softly, involuntarily yet she couldn't seem to help it; it was as if he were weaving a spell over her. She could hear her mind protesting violently, her heart however urged her forward and the two were currently engaged in a struggle for control. She blinked and tried to look away, but once more his soft fingers fell beneath her chin and tilted it upwards so she was ensnared in his gaze.
"Why do you turn away from me so? I fear what I feel much like you...only...I do not wish to fight it."
Welestra quirked a brow; he was serious. He felt the same way and had no desire to fight it. What was she supposed to do now? He felt her shudder and in the space of a heartbeat he moved closer, the tension between them crackling like rivers of magic. He placed a gentle arm around her shoulders and then
as if that were not enough he un-clasped his soft sage green cloak, slipping it off his shoulders and onto hers, holding it there with his arm about her slender shoulders. He knew she wasn't cold, but it was a gesture of caring more than anything else.
"Thank you," she whispered, finally bringing her own slender hand to hover just above his for a moment before joining it.
He smiled softly and nodded. "You may fear M'Lady Lestra, but I can promise you that you have nothing...nothing to fear from me."
His words were so sincere, the warm, sweet breath from his lips tickled her ear and she smiled. "It is not you I fear...not you at all."
"What then?" he asked, much to her amazement he unabashedly laid his head upon her shoulder, his golden tresses falling across the front of her gown. "Tell me what it is you fear."
Welestra hesitated; she did not open her heart to anyone. She kept far too much inside to show it so openly yet how could she not do what he asked? He opened himself to her with no fear...and deep inside she longed to do the same. Her heart urged her forward and after a deep breath she nodded and spoke.
"I....I do not fear the unknown, but I do fear opening myself, making myself vulnerable to people so they can pick me apart. I fear rejection...I have always felt like I do not belong, like I just was not good enough..." She trailed off into silence.
"Do you feel that way now?" Legolas asked, his fingers brushing against her neck.
Did she? She closed her eyes and shook her head. "No.I suppose I do not."
"Do not fear rejection from me, I think it is obvious that I could never do such a thing....and everyone belongs somewhere M'Lady; if I may say it, presumptuous as it may be, I think you belong here."
She blinked, unable to believe what he had just said; maybe this WAS supposed to happen. Maybe she finally had control of a situation. She was scared yes, but this was her chance, her chance to finally feel something more than a feeling of not belonging and disenchantment. Her shoulders quivered and she bowed her head for a moment, trying to reassure herself that she could do it.
"Legolas," she whispered softly.
"Hmm yes?"
"That precipice you mentioned earlier..."
"What of it?" he said, sitting up a bit as if intrigued.
"I think, I think I am ready to see if I can fly."
She could feel him smile, actually feel it as he caressed her cheek softly. "You can fly M'Lady...I know you can and I shall be your wings."
With that he gazed into her eyes, silently as if glimpsing an angel, he then brought his lips to her, his breath sweet like clovered honey as he fell into her arms like a lost child. The kiss was breathless and urgent, as if he needed her deep within his soul. His hands wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer. She complied as if she could not be close enough, as if she had to breathe the same air he did. She felt wild with abandon...and for once, within his arms, lost in a tangled maze of silken golden tresses and sweet lips Welestra felt as though she belonged.
A rich breeze billowed gently about the pair as they silently moved through the garden, unaware of anything besides eachother. Siri snuggled into Boromir, feeling light and free. It had been a long time since she had felt the freedom she felt now; the feeling of being unhindered by everything the world had done to her. Boromir sensed this, as he himself also felt freer than he had in years. This elven haven weaved spells of sorts, and before this he had never willingly given his heart so quickly. But now he could not picture leaving without her, or living without her; in one glance she had become his whole world and he would do anything and everything she ever told him to.
For the most part no words were spoken, just the occasional glance into eachother's eyes causing both to smile. Siri no longer blushed, feeling much more comfortable with him now. He was glad to see it, but part of him also missed her modest blushing. The warmth of her against his arm was good enough for him, however, and he would take her any way he could.
Suddenly she looked up, something catching her eye. Without explanation she released him and walked quickly ahead, while Boromir followed in curiousity. She did not go far, having come across a night flower with ivory white petals, and a centre the colour of an onyx. Its scent was intoxicating, and Siri could not help but become enticed by it. Boromir was at her side in no time, and she turned to him.
"Have you seen anything like this Boromir?" she asked in wonder, delicately touching its silken petals. She looked back at it as she heard him chuckle.
"Its beauty is enticing, but I have seen wonders much more glorious," he answered, kneeling beside her. She turned back to face him, and he smiled. "And one such wonder is kneeling beside me."
She echoed his smile; his endearments stole her breath with so much ease. She sniffed the flower again and sat back on her feet, her eyes never leaving it. "Boromir, tell me about the White City."
He chuckled. "You wish to hear of my city do you?" She nodded, and he got himself comfortable. "It is a splendor unlike anything you can imagine. It glimmers like purest ivory in the morning sun, banners on the parapets caught high and rustling softly in the breeze. Her heart is of course the towers, and each one stands proud and independent, shimmering and bathed in light. I think the soft light of the moon does my city more justice than even the sun. Gondor is a jewel in the middle of a wild world. But she is a
jewel nonetheless."
She smiled, somewhat mournfully, and looked at him. "One day I think I should visit it. Ever have I dreamed of seeing it in all its glory, the white towers gleaming in the sunlight."
He smiled and drew her into his embrace. "I will take you, Siri. You will ride with me into the city gates, and enjoy all the wonders one can behold in my father's house. Never again will you have to endure torment as long as I am here."
Siri turned into his shoulder, tears of happiness starting to slowly track down her face. One of her greatest dreams was in her grasp; she was bound to see the White City, and she would see it with Boromir. Always had she dreamed about such things, but back in the world she left such a thing was impossible. There she could not be with Boromir, and there she would never have a chance to see the White Tower. Bless whatever force was at work for linking her to Middle Earth, and for bringing her back when it did. A life of happiness awaited her, and she was so overcome with pleasent relief she could not help the joyous teary laugh that came instead of sobs. Boromir looked down, amusedly.
"What need have you for tears now? You have nothing more to fear."
"But I have everything I could ever want," she answered, looking up. Roughly she wiped away the tears without wiping away the smile. "I am so overwhelmed with joy I know not what else to do but let tears of happiness fall."
"Then let them fall until they can fall no more," he replied kissing her forehead. He stood up and helped her to her feet, gazing intently on her as she brushed the dust from her dress. "And I will be there to catch them, each and every blessing of your happiness."
He slid an arm around her waist, and continued on their walk as she snuggled back into his shoulder. They came to a small bridge where a quiet little stream trickled over smoothed rocks embedded in the sediment. The starlight from above was caught in its current. Siri leaned on the round wooden railing and gazed downwards into it, the dark colours reminding her of her friend. She sighed heavily, a sad smile on her face.
"What is it?" Boromir asked softly.
"I was just thinking," she began, her eyes never leaving the water. "That perhaps the White City may have to wait some time."
He looked hurt. "You have changed your mind?"
"No," she answered, shaking her head. "But there is a matter between myself and my friend Welestra that I had promised to help resolve. I would feel bad if I abandoned it."
"Tell me about it," he pressed gently, confusion in his brow.
She sighed heavily, and looked up into his loving eyes. "When Welestra and I crossed back into Middle Earth, we eventually made our way here, to Rivendell. We met a Ranger by the name of Strider in Bree, and followed him to Weathertop. After an incident with the Nine servants of Sauron, Strider caught us following him, and we told him briefly our story. We followed him to Rivendell, and along the way Welestra was injured by the Witch King; he had thrown a dagger into her stomach. I helped her to Rivendell, even carried her when she had passed out and too weak to walk. Lord Elrond healed her, and we spoke with him this morning about our coming here to Middle Earth. It was then that I learned my own heritage, but Welestra he knows nothing about except for what she already knows. He told her that she is not of Middle Earth, and we know not how she fits into all of this. I promised her I would help her, but I do not wish to hurt either her or you Boromir."
Boromir set his brow straight as he let her words sink in; she was much stronger than he had thought, and deeply loyal to her friend. He took her hand, kissed its palm and placed it over his warrior heart. "Then I will pledge myself to you now, in love and honour, that I will follow you where ever you must go, and protect you from harm. I am indebted to you forever, until the end of time and beyond."
Siri's heart stopped; only in her dream of dreams did she hear anything similar to those words. Now she was hearing them for real, and no other words were sweeter than those he had just said. An astounded smile crept across her lips, and he smiled knowing his words had a good effect on her. He lowered his head to hers, and was about to kiss her when another walked up to them.
"My lady Siri," Erestor began, bowing slightly. "Lord Elrond bade me to inform you that Gandalf is waiting for you inside the Lord's study."
Siri's smile faded, but she nodded to him. "Very well. Tell him that I am on my way over, if you please."
Erestor bowed and walked soundlessly away. Boromir watched him go, then turned to the beauty he held in his arms. "What is this meeting about?"
"Welestra and I asked Lord Elrond if we may speak with Gandalf, to see if he might know something." She answered, pulling Boromir after her. Without hesitation he followed.
"Do you think he will know something?" he asked as he wrapped her back in his arms.
"I hope so," she replied leaning into him. "Why do you ask?"
An impish smile cut his face. "Because if it shall be a waste of your time, I am not going to allow you to leave my arms."
She looked up at him in mock anger, but could not hide her smile. "You think so, don't you?"
He said nothing, just gazed innocently into her eyes before bowing his head and capturing her lips in his. He was gentle and slow, but Siri could sense there was a great deal of passion he was holding back in fear of getting carried away. She yielded to him, and he became more urgent. When he broke the kiss, a look of astoundment was on her face, and he smiled, walking her to where she had to be.
Legolas held Welestra in his arms, the cloak still wrapped carefully around her shoulders. He held her close, as if his world would fall apart without her. She smiled softly, still not believing any of this had actually happened. She felt so safe in his arms, so loved. He moved a errant lock of blue-black hair from her forehead and had leaned foreword to kiss her there when a noise interrupted them both; someone clearing their throat.
There stood Erestor. He bowed slightly and then looked up, almost as if he were ashamed at his intrusion. He smiled then cleared his throat again before speaking.
"Please pardon my sudden intrusion M'Lady Welestra, Gandalf awaits you in the Lord Elrond's study. Lady Sirithwingwen is there already."
He bowed once more then turned and strode off back in the direction from whence he had come. Legolas sighed softly and rose gracefully from the bench and offered forth his arm to Welestra. "Well at least allow me to escort you to your destination."
Welestra smiled and nodded eagerly, linking her slender arm in his own, tilting her head at his frown. "What is wrong Legolas?"
He chuckled softly and caressed her hand with his fingertips as they moved back towards Elrond's home.
"Nothing truly, I only wish we had not been interrupted."
That actually caused Welestra to smile and she blushed softly. "I wish the same, but it is a matter of importance."
"What are you going to speak to him about?" Legolas asked as they approached the entrance.
"My history, Legolas. To see, if he can tell me who I am."
Legolas smiled and took his hand and placed it gently over her heart. "You need no istar to answer that Lestra, who you are is in here; Gandalf can only guide you. Fare thee well then my beautiful Lady, until the morrow."
With that he placed another soft, yet strikingly passionate kiss upon her lips before leaving her there with a soft smile and a crimson blush upon her face.
When Welestra entered the study Siri was already there seated next to Gandalf, the two having a lively discussion about Lothlorien and Siri's brothers, whom she missed greatly. Siri looked up, deep amethyst eyes focusing on Welestra as she entered the room. She was very perceptive and did not miss the glow on Welestra's face, nor the slight blush. Her amethyst eyes caught Welestra's blue ones in question but Welestra just smiled; she would tell her friend later. Now however she had questions for Gandalf.
She approached the large, stained wood table and took the seat next to Siri, bowing to Gandalf before she did so. She then seated herself in one graceful, fluid motion and smiled to the kindly istar.
"Greetings Gandalf"
He smiled, his eyes twinkling with a spark of knowledge. "Greetings Lady Welestra. I am sure you have many questions."
Welestra nodded, her tresses falling across her face. "Yes I do actually."
"I am afraid I will be able to answer few of them, so I shall not waste your time. I shall openly tell you all that I can now. I knew your sister, very well for a time and I can say only that you are from Lacthalia and that you ruled your own province."
Welestra quirked both ebony brows and tilted her head to one side, as if about to speak, but Gandalf silenced her curiosity with a wave of his hand. "I can tell you nothing more, questioning me will do no good. I have told you what I can Welestra, be content with that and leave the rest up to fate. I fare both of you ladies goodnight, I have important business tomorrow."
With that he rose from his seat and with a slight bow he shuffled from the room, leaving them both behind to discuss their evenings.
"SO?" asked Siri, placing her chin on her hand and propping her elbow up on the table, her amethyst eyes gleaming devilishly at Welestra.
"So what?" Welestra countered back. She was silent for a moment then spoke again, obviously trying to change the subject or evade it altogether. "I think your ears have become even pointier since we arrived Siri."
Her friend chuckled and shook her head. "OH NO YOU DON'T LESTRA! I know you too well remember? You are NOT getting off that easy! You are positively glowing! Whatever happened out there?"
Welestra fidgeted a bit, her hands resting on the tabletop. She then sighed deeply; when Siri wanted a answer there was no getting around it.
"Legolas happened," she stated simply and matter-of-factly, however her wide smile betrayed her mirth and happiness.
"WHAT?" Siri yelped, her amethyst eyes growing wide with disbelief. "You...and LEGOLAS?"
Welestra nodded and smiled softly, then not able to help herself she collapsed into a fit of giggles. "Yes. Yes me and Legolas. I swear I had no intention of it happening...it just sort of, well, happened!"
Siri stared at her friend in utter disbelief then collapsed into giggles herself. "I don't believe this! Did you kiss him?"
"SIRI!" Welestra shouted in protest, swatting playfully at her friend.
"Well, did you?" Siri persisted.
Welestra knew she wouldn't give up. "Yes...yes I kissed him twice!"
"TWICE!" Siri giggled and smirked.
"Yes twice, is there a problem with that?" Welestra said, shooting her friend a look.
"No, no, of course not."
"How many times did you kiss Boromir?" Welestra asked, quirking a brow.
"You want me to count?" Siri retorted, giggling madly.
"No, I will simply take that as a signal that all went well," Welestra said smiling.
Siri nodded. "It went quite well in fact. He is so wonderful, so noble and wonderful...I think I am in love."
Welestra giggled madly. "Siri! You were in love before we even got here!"
"All right, true you have a point there. Shall we get some rest? I am terribly tired."
Welestra nodded to her friend and they both arose from their chairs and left Elrond's study to head down the hallway towards their rooms. Their chambers were right next to one another and Siri paused just before going into her own room.
"Just for the record Lestra..."
"Hmmm?"
"I think that you and Legolas make a WONDERFUL couple!" Siri said, giggling impishly.
"OH YOU!" Welestra swatted at her best friend again and both collapsed into another giggle-fit on the floor, straightening up a bit and smiling at each other secretly as Elrond walked by, giving them a odd look. Once he had passed they stood up and Siri smiled to Welestra.
"I know you had hoped Gandalf could tell you more but I PROMISE you that together we will find the secrets to your past, and I will be by your side the whole way."
Welestra smiled. "Including carting my dead weight around if I get attacked by a Nazgul again?"
"Yes, including that most of all, besides...there is no one who's dead weight I would rather carry!"
The two girls chuckled and embraced in a tight hug.
"Goodnight Siri."
"Goodnight Lestra!"
With that the two girls slipped into their chambers, each left to the beautiful night and her own thoughts.
Siri slipped into her room, lit the candles and sighed deeply. She was alone now, and absolutely terrified. Yes, things with Boromir had gone well, but that would not stop him from dying at Amon Hen. What was she going to do? It seemed as though she had only one choice - she had to follow after them.
Welestra was alone as well and her thoughts turned to Legolas; it had been so unexpected. She regretted none of it however and she enjoyed his company more than even she wanted to admit. It seemed clear that she would have to go as well if she ever wanted to find out about her past, and also to keep Siri from going on a one woman suicide mission when it came to Boromir's death.
So in the silence of their rooms each girl made a decision, not knowing they had both made the same choices.
They awoke the next morning within minutes of each other and met in the hall, each headed to the other's room.
"Seems like we both had the same idea," Siri replied, smiling brightly.
Welestra chuckled. "Great minds think alike."
"Very true," Siri said, her amethyst eyes grew wide for a moment and she looked to Welestra. "THE COUNCIL! OH NO!"
Welestra blinked then realized what Siri meant. "Have we missed it?!"
"I don't think so. Hurry up, get dressed, I'll meet you back here in the hall in 10 minutes."
Both of them made haste back into their rooms and got dressed as quickly as they could, throwing on gowns that had been se out for them. They then met in the hallway, Siri in emerald green and Welestra in azure blue.
"Come on let's go!" Siri grabbed her friend's arm and began tugging her down the hallway and towards the exit nearest the gardens.
"We can cut through the gardens and will have less of a chance of being seen."
Welestra nodded confirmation and the two girls raced through the haven, arriving at the site of the council after what seemed like an eternity. They hid close to where Merry and Pippin were hiding and waved to the two Hobbits, motioning for them to not give the two girls away. Merry nodded and together Siri and Welestra watched the meeting un-fold.
Elrond explained about the Last Alliance and the Ring as Siri and Welestra watched on, crouched next to one another. They heard Boromir speak of Mordor and Sauron, and the debate with Aragorn. Then brave Frodo stood forth offering to take the Ring and both girls had to try not to cheer with happiness for seeing him up and well again. Both Boromir and Legolas seemed oddly happy given the present circumstances; of course only the girls knew why. It was then, when Merry and Pippin burst forth, that the girls knew they had to leave and get back to Elrond's home before they were spotted. So they did, running as fast as they could. They did beat him, and were waiting for him in his study when he arrived.
"Elrond," Siri spoke up. "Lestra and I have made a decision. We are going to follow them. Follow the Fellowship."
Elrond quirked a brow and shook his head. "I cannot let you do that."
"May we know why, Elrond?" Welestra asked.
"Because it is much too dangerous, Welestra," he answered gravely. "Siri may have begun to remember her past, but her skills are still far from her memory. Whether you possess any skills near to match hers in hiding, I know not. It is clear that the Nine are hunting you, and there is no one I can afford to send with you anywhere, and I will not request the Fellowship to take care of the both of you as well as the Ringbearer. The task is dangerous enough without your own mysterious perils to follow."
Siri's heart tore in two, and Welestra secretly raised a hand to her indicating for her to wait before losing all hope. She knew what her best friend was thinking, and she would ensure that Siri went with Boromir.
Siri turned to Elrond. "So what must we do then?"
"You will stay and train. My sons Elrohir and Elledan have arrived back from the wilds, and I will leave you in their care. When you are fit to fight, I will allow you both to go with them to the Golden Wood and seek out Lady Galadriel's aid." He explained.
"Elrond I know you mean well," Welestra began, stepping forward. "But you do not understand. Both Siri and I know of things that are destined for the Fellowship, things that will happen that should not happen. We both know of what to expect on the journey, and are well-prepared for it; more than you know. I, for one, will go after the Fellowship if it is by your leave or not Elrond. I ask no one to endanger their own lives on my account, for I take responsibility for my own actions. If I am not of this world Elrond, then allow me to do what I must."
Elrond took a step back in surprise; she spoke with such strong authority. Strange wisdom rippled through her voice, and determination flowed through her. Perhaps she was right; if this was what she felt was right, then who was he to tell her otherwise. Infinite was his wisdom, but there was a power in her greater than he or Gandalf, probably even greater than the Valar. He sighed, being at a loss for an answer. He looked at Siri, then back at her. "Then what do you suppose I answer to Lady Siri's request?"
She looked at her friend, then back at Elrond. "Give her two days' training with your sons. Then she will be ready to leave with me."
Siri whipped her head to face her friend, confused. What WAS she doing? Welestra turned to her. "Trust me Siri, it is for the best. Training will awaken your skills."
Elrond sighed. "Very well. If you both agree to it, then reluctantly will I allow it. Understand I only wish for your safety."
Welestra smiled reassuringly. "Listen to my sister, Elrond, and she will quell your fears. She will ensure our safe travels, if guardian is what we should need."
He returned her smile, and allowed them to their own thoughts. Quickly Welestra strode through the halls, Siri jogging to keep up. "All right Lestra, just what was the big idea of all that? You know I can fight as well as you."
"I know you can Siri," Welestra replied. "But you are forgetting one thing; I have one who can remind me immediately of my skills when they are needed, and you do not. Fighting and avoiding the Nazgul was easy, as we know their ways and weaknesses. As long as we had those matches, your hearing and my sister we were protected. But no daggers and lit branches are going to protect us from Orcs and Uruk-hais; we need that which we have forgotten."
Siri sighed heavily, falling into stride with Welestra. "Perhaps you're right, some refreshing will do me good. But Boromir-"
"Will be just fine," Welestra answered smiling. "We will have caught up to them before they reached Amon Hen."
Siri smiled as well. "Sometimes I wonder if you will need my help at all in finding yourself, Lestra. You seem to be doing just fine without me."
"But the comfort that I have a friend such as you to fall back on should I stumble also helps," Welestra replied. They arrived to their rooms. "Change into some more fitting clothes, bid Boromir a temporary farewell and then seek out Elrond's sons. The quicker you remember, the quicker we can go."
"It's going to break his heart knowing he must leave me behind," Siri commented sadly.
"But he will understand your situation," Welestra tried. Siri shook her head.
"You don't understand, Lestra. He, he-" Siri paused, finding the words hard to say. "He pledged himself to me. He said that he would go where ever I needed to be."
Welestra raised her eyebrows intently. "Really?"
Siri nodded. "Yes, I could hardly believe it myself when he did." She looked at her friend. "What should I do?"
"Be honest and truthful, and tell him that it will not be long before you two will see eachother again," Welestra replied. "Now go change before he leaves."
Smiling gratefully, Siri rushed into her room to change. Welestra's own smile faded, knowing that she had more to worry about than Siri.