Elvish is in italics, and so are thoughts (if it works this time.)
Translation in ^^ Some of the things in here a taken from FOTR, and all of
that belongs to the great Tolkien. I have taken out and added some things
though. Umm, oh, Khelekril speaks mostly only Sindarin (Elvish). She's
learning Common (Westron), though. She knows what the rest of the
Fellowship say, but is still learning to speak it.
"Here, my friends, is the hobbit, Frodo son of Drogo. Few have ever come hither through greater peril or on an errand more urgent," Elrond said. He pointed and named all that were in the Council. The Elven Lord spoke of the Rings of Power, and of their forging in the Second Age long ago, and all that has happened since. Once done, Frodo told his tale. He rose, and set the One Ring on a small table before Elrond. Khelekril stared at the Ring curiously. She had heard of its terrible power, but how much evil could such a small thing hold? After a long day of discussion, it was finally decided that the Ring would be taken to Mount Doom.
The Fellowship had set out that night, not long after the Council had been concluded. In the Fellowship was the Ranger Aragorn, Gimli the Dwarf, the Hobbits Sam, Frodo, Merry, and Pippin, the man Boromir, Mithrandir (Gandalf), and Khelekril and Legolas.
Things were not off to as great a start as Aragorn had wished. Already the Elves were arguing with the Dwarf. Who knows why? They weren't even three hours out of Rivendell. He could hear their angry voices behind him.
"Sending a Dwarf to guard something as precious as this! Another Elf should have been chosen," Legolas was muttering. Khelekril nodded in agreement.
"Arrogant Elves! I could say the same about you!" the dwarf raged, his rough hand resting on his axe haft. The siblings were cradling the hilts of their white blades. Aragorn had had enough of this.
"Tiri le, hadhod, egor you tathren cen I hortha nin hathol!" Khelekril was growling. ^ Watch thee, Dwarf, or you will see the speed of my blade! ^
The Ranger chose now to intervene. "Enough! Gimli, up front with Gandalf and I! Legolas, Khelekril, to the back."
All three scowled, but did as they were told. An angered Ranger could be deadly. The hobbits had been watching what was happening. They all wondered why the young Princess of Mirkwood didn't talk a lot, and when she did why in Sindarin? Pippin asked the very question.
Khelekril smiled at him, and haltingly replied, "Still learn Westron." Pippin nodded, and hopped back up to rejoin the other hobbits.
"Gul?" ^long study? ^ Khelekril questioned. Legolas nodded, and continued her lessons in Westron. The hobbits chuckled quietly at the fact that she knew so little of the language they knew all their lives. She learned swiftly, though. Almost as if she had once known the language.
A/N: Short chapter, but it was kind of a way to set things up. Hope ya liked it.
"Here, my friends, is the hobbit, Frodo son of Drogo. Few have ever come hither through greater peril or on an errand more urgent," Elrond said. He pointed and named all that were in the Council. The Elven Lord spoke of the Rings of Power, and of their forging in the Second Age long ago, and all that has happened since. Once done, Frodo told his tale. He rose, and set the One Ring on a small table before Elrond. Khelekril stared at the Ring curiously. She had heard of its terrible power, but how much evil could such a small thing hold? After a long day of discussion, it was finally decided that the Ring would be taken to Mount Doom.
The Fellowship had set out that night, not long after the Council had been concluded. In the Fellowship was the Ranger Aragorn, Gimli the Dwarf, the Hobbits Sam, Frodo, Merry, and Pippin, the man Boromir, Mithrandir (Gandalf), and Khelekril and Legolas.
Things were not off to as great a start as Aragorn had wished. Already the Elves were arguing with the Dwarf. Who knows why? They weren't even three hours out of Rivendell. He could hear their angry voices behind him.
"Sending a Dwarf to guard something as precious as this! Another Elf should have been chosen," Legolas was muttering. Khelekril nodded in agreement.
"Arrogant Elves! I could say the same about you!" the dwarf raged, his rough hand resting on his axe haft. The siblings were cradling the hilts of their white blades. Aragorn had had enough of this.
"Tiri le, hadhod, egor you tathren cen I hortha nin hathol!" Khelekril was growling. ^ Watch thee, Dwarf, or you will see the speed of my blade! ^
The Ranger chose now to intervene. "Enough! Gimli, up front with Gandalf and I! Legolas, Khelekril, to the back."
All three scowled, but did as they were told. An angered Ranger could be deadly. The hobbits had been watching what was happening. They all wondered why the young Princess of Mirkwood didn't talk a lot, and when she did why in Sindarin? Pippin asked the very question.
Khelekril smiled at him, and haltingly replied, "Still learn Westron." Pippin nodded, and hopped back up to rejoin the other hobbits.
"Gul?" ^long study? ^ Khelekril questioned. Legolas nodded, and continued her lessons in Westron. The hobbits chuckled quietly at the fact that she knew so little of the language they knew all their lives. She learned swiftly, though. Almost as if she had once known the language.
A/N: Short chapter, but it was kind of a way to set things up. Hope ya liked it.