Alright, in case you couldn't tell already, I'm going by the movie for this
fic. Yes, I've read the book. Once. I'm still not entirely clear on what
happened in it. ^^;
Oh, and one other note: I'm still not sure how Calenréiel and Quelletil will be woven into the story. In the beginning I was thinking they(or just Cal) joined the Fellowship. But decided not to… you know, on top of being very clichéd, there's also that nine riders/nine walkers thing. Enough rambling, on with the first chapter!
Chapter 1
"Hn…" Calenréiel relaxed on a stone bench in the garden. "And to think I thought something interesting would happen…" It'd been 3 days since the hobbit (Whom she now knew as Frodo, and had awoken only a few hours prior.) had arrived. "Eh?" Her sensitive pointed ears twitched. "Horses are approaching!"
She leapt delicately to her feet and ran up the stone steps. Approaching one of the higher balconies, she peered off at the winding road that lead to Rivendell. The elf could see horses arriving. One was tan, and carried a Man, the other was a pure white and carried a male Elf. "Ooh…" murmured. "New people are always interesting… especially when one is an Elf!" She gazed off, watching the horses continue on towards her home.
Then abruptly, she turned from the railing and dashed off. "Quelletil!! Oh, there you are!"
"Calenréiel?" Quelletil blinked, confused. "What is it?"
"Well, it's not a big deal, really…" She looked sheepish. "But I was wondering if you knew who those foreigners coming to Rivendell are."
He looked thoughtful. "Well I don't know exactly who they are, but Lord Elrond told me they are representatives from other areas. Mirkwood, Gondor…"
She nodded. "Oh… cool."
A bit later, Calenréiel stood at the entrance of Rivendell. She could see the two horses approaching. In about a minute, the Man had arrived, and introduced himself as Boromir, son of Denethor. She nodded, and bowed. In the next moment, the white horse came to a halt and the rider dismounted.
~Yow… now THAT'S an Elf…~ Calenréiel thought to herself. His hair was blonde, and tied back much like hers, his eyes were brown, and his clothes tan.
"I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, prince of Mirkwood." He bowed slightly to her
~Prince? There goes my chances…Oh well. ~ She bowed to him. "Welcome, Prince Legolas. Both of you, come with me." She turned and led them into Rivendell. She stopped once, leaving the horses in the stables, and brought the two to Lord Elrond.
Bowing again, she left to go find Quelletil.
"Lady Calenréiel?"
Calenréiel stood up and walked to the door of her room. Opening it, she bowed immediately. "Lord Elrond!"
He nodded to her. "Lady, a council will be held later on today, to discuss the ring. I would like you to attend."
"Yes, my Lord." ~An invitation to the council? Me?~
"What!? You've been invited to the Council of Elrond!?" Quelletil's emerald eyes were wide.
Calenréiel twirled a lock of dark hair around her finger. "Mmhm… You know what? I'm bored. Look, there's two of the hobbits!" The two elves stood at the end of a long balcony that overlooked a waterfall. It little bit down, a dark-haired hobbit and his blonde friend stood. "I'm going to go talk to them… you coming?"
"All right." Quelletil shrugged and followed Calenréiel.
"Hello!" She called to the hobbits, when she had almost reached them.
They said nothing, but blinked in surprise as she sat on railing near them. Finally, Frodo spoke. "Hello."
Calenréiel smiled. "You're Frodo, right? Bilbo's really nice; you're his nephew, right? My name is Calenréiel, and that's Quelletil."
Apparently still surprised, Frodo nodded. "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you both."
"I suppose you're going to the council, too?"
"Yes. You are?"
"Mmhm."
"Oh, and that's Sam," Frodo added. Sam was gazing at the elves in awe.
Calenréiel giggled. "Hi Sam. What, never seen and Elf before?"
Frodo laughed. "Once, very recently. He's wanted to meet an Elf his whole life, though."
"Aha, that's it!" Calenréiel struck a pose. "Makes me feel kind of special, you know?"
Quelletil chuckled and poked her in the back of the head. "Always in the spotlight…" He turned to Sam. "Oh, and just one thing. You might not want to base your impression of elves off of us."
"Frodo!" The group looked over to see an old man in gray robes coming over.
"Oh, Gandalf!"
"Hello Calenréiel." Gandalf smiled, his eyes twinkling. "That's right, you were invited to the council, too, correct?"
"Yup!"
"You and Frodo, come with me. The council will start soon."
A.N.- Wow, Calenréiel and Quelletil really aren't your average elves. =P But I like it better that way. I write mostly humor, and normal elves just don't seem very humorous… of course, that's going by the movie. You know, in the movie all the elves are so… well, formal and poised.
Movie only fans – Get used to these silly elves! ^^
Oh, and remember, people – Reviews keep me going! Wanna read more? Review!
Oh, and one other note: I'm still not sure how Calenréiel and Quelletil will be woven into the story. In the beginning I was thinking they(or just Cal) joined the Fellowship. But decided not to… you know, on top of being very clichéd, there's also that nine riders/nine walkers thing. Enough rambling, on with the first chapter!
Chapter 1
"Hn…" Calenréiel relaxed on a stone bench in the garden. "And to think I thought something interesting would happen…" It'd been 3 days since the hobbit (Whom she now knew as Frodo, and had awoken only a few hours prior.) had arrived. "Eh?" Her sensitive pointed ears twitched. "Horses are approaching!"
She leapt delicately to her feet and ran up the stone steps. Approaching one of the higher balconies, she peered off at the winding road that lead to Rivendell. The elf could see horses arriving. One was tan, and carried a Man, the other was a pure white and carried a male Elf. "Ooh…" murmured. "New people are always interesting… especially when one is an Elf!" She gazed off, watching the horses continue on towards her home.
Then abruptly, she turned from the railing and dashed off. "Quelletil!! Oh, there you are!"
"Calenréiel?" Quelletil blinked, confused. "What is it?"
"Well, it's not a big deal, really…" She looked sheepish. "But I was wondering if you knew who those foreigners coming to Rivendell are."
He looked thoughtful. "Well I don't know exactly who they are, but Lord Elrond told me they are representatives from other areas. Mirkwood, Gondor…"
She nodded. "Oh… cool."
A bit later, Calenréiel stood at the entrance of Rivendell. She could see the two horses approaching. In about a minute, the Man had arrived, and introduced himself as Boromir, son of Denethor. She nodded, and bowed. In the next moment, the white horse came to a halt and the rider dismounted.
~Yow… now THAT'S an Elf…~ Calenréiel thought to herself. His hair was blonde, and tied back much like hers, his eyes were brown, and his clothes tan.
"I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, prince of Mirkwood." He bowed slightly to her
~Prince? There goes my chances…Oh well. ~ She bowed to him. "Welcome, Prince Legolas. Both of you, come with me." She turned and led them into Rivendell. She stopped once, leaving the horses in the stables, and brought the two to Lord Elrond.
Bowing again, she left to go find Quelletil.
"Lady Calenréiel?"
Calenréiel stood up and walked to the door of her room. Opening it, she bowed immediately. "Lord Elrond!"
He nodded to her. "Lady, a council will be held later on today, to discuss the ring. I would like you to attend."
"Yes, my Lord." ~An invitation to the council? Me?~
"What!? You've been invited to the Council of Elrond!?" Quelletil's emerald eyes were wide.
Calenréiel twirled a lock of dark hair around her finger. "Mmhm… You know what? I'm bored. Look, there's two of the hobbits!" The two elves stood at the end of a long balcony that overlooked a waterfall. It little bit down, a dark-haired hobbit and his blonde friend stood. "I'm going to go talk to them… you coming?"
"All right." Quelletil shrugged and followed Calenréiel.
"Hello!" She called to the hobbits, when she had almost reached them.
They said nothing, but blinked in surprise as she sat on railing near them. Finally, Frodo spoke. "Hello."
Calenréiel smiled. "You're Frodo, right? Bilbo's really nice; you're his nephew, right? My name is Calenréiel, and that's Quelletil."
Apparently still surprised, Frodo nodded. "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you both."
"I suppose you're going to the council, too?"
"Yes. You are?"
"Mmhm."
"Oh, and that's Sam," Frodo added. Sam was gazing at the elves in awe.
Calenréiel giggled. "Hi Sam. What, never seen and Elf before?"
Frodo laughed. "Once, very recently. He's wanted to meet an Elf his whole life, though."
"Aha, that's it!" Calenréiel struck a pose. "Makes me feel kind of special, you know?"
Quelletil chuckled and poked her in the back of the head. "Always in the spotlight…" He turned to Sam. "Oh, and just one thing. You might not want to base your impression of elves off of us."
"Frodo!" The group looked over to see an old man in gray robes coming over.
"Oh, Gandalf!"
"Hello Calenréiel." Gandalf smiled, his eyes twinkling. "That's right, you were invited to the council, too, correct?"
"Yup!"
"You and Frodo, come with me. The council will start soon."
A.N.- Wow, Calenréiel and Quelletil really aren't your average elves. =P But I like it better that way. I write mostly humor, and normal elves just don't seem very humorous… of course, that's going by the movie. You know, in the movie all the elves are so… well, formal and poised.
Movie only fans – Get used to these silly elves! ^^
Oh, and remember, people – Reviews keep me going! Wanna read more? Review!