A/N~ Wha?! I haven't updated for over a month! Whoa. Bad me! *slaps
self on wrist!*
Sorry folks, I've been very busy over the past weeks so updating this
hasn't been top of my priority list. However, here is the next chapter and
please forgive my slow updating. *hides from pursuing orcs*
~*Chapter 4~ The Mirror Never Lies*~
Night was drawing in around Caras Galadhon and the first stars were just appearing, blinking silently down towards the earth.
All was still below the trees and no movement, save for the light breeze filtering through the trees, could be seen or heard. The hours passed uneventfully, and still the heart of Lorien slept on. Then, as night fully enveloped the wood, a tall figure appeared from one of the rooms. The figure was indistinguishable apart from his long, flowing hair which wisped about behind him as he descended the stairs.
As silent as the grave, the figure moved quickly along the darkened ground. His tunic fanned out behind him as he half walked, half ran towards the edge of the city. As he entered a small clearing, Ithil's light suddenly illuminated all his features. Eyes, dark as umber were shielded under dark eyebrows. Equally dark hair was clipped back and allowed to flow down his tunic of pale green.
Lord Elrond's eyes moved downwards towards the silver basin, standing alone upon the moss covered ground, occasionally glancing around nervously as though expecting someone to leap out at him at any moment. He watched as the water shifted to reveal Rumil and Orophin sitting in the middle of a bedroom. He watched as Rumil rolled out a map and pointed to it. Faintly he heard their voices for a split second.
"I am not making a fool out of myself, Orophin" said Rumil.
"I know, but what can be done to get out of it?" replied Orophin.
Elrond's eyes narrowed in annoyance. So that's what they were doing? Well, try as he might, Elrond knew that once the brother's decided unanimously upon something, not a lot could be done to stop them. He would try however!
The waters shifted again, this time revealing the Lord and Lady apparently bickering in their room.
"Dearest, why do you pressure me so to allow this mockery upon myself?" Celeborn whined.
"Why does everything have to be what you say?" Galadriel glared at her husband
Elrond felt a surge of triumph as he heard the Lady back up his cause.
"However I can see your point of 'mockery'"
The victorious feeling diminished.
The water suddenly shifted again, but this time regained its original transparent state and lay still and silent.
Elrond hurried from the basin for fear of being caught and made for his room. He sat down heavily on his bed, irritance surging through him as he thought of their scornful words. How could they not see the joys of the ancient manuscript he had discovered? Such qualities he had read in the said manuscript and he was therefore puzzled as to why no-one else felt the same.
"Still" he mused "Arwen will be arriving tomorrow. Let us see just how they are then, when she agrees to assist me in my plight!"
~*~
The wind whipped around the horse's chestnut mane and tail, sending wisps of hair flying about in the breeze and the rider urged her steed onwards. The rider herself wore a cloak of olive-green and garments of pale grey. As the rider neared the dense forest in the distance, she bent her head lower and clutched the reins tighter as though for protection. However she slowed her steed to a trot as she vanished into the outskirts of the trees.
Acquiring the favour of the Galadhrim had not been as easy a task as she had hoped for they were ever-more suspicious of whom crossed their borders in the darkening days. Still, she had stated her name, her cause for being in their realm and also where she hailed from. Once they had heard this information, they let her pass, though with an escort of two Galadhrim.
The escorts showed her to her room and then went on their way to stable her horse. Minutes later, Lord Elrond rushed into the room to greet his daughter.
"Arwen" he smiled as he embraced her.
"Ada, it is good to see you again so soon."
"Yes, it is my daughter"
Arwen sat down again on the bed and her father poured them both cups of water from a pitcher on the table.
"Now, Arwen" he began as he handed her a cup, "There is something I've been meaning to discuss with you."
~*Chapter 4~ The Mirror Never Lies*~
Night was drawing in around Caras Galadhon and the first stars were just appearing, blinking silently down towards the earth.
All was still below the trees and no movement, save for the light breeze filtering through the trees, could be seen or heard. The hours passed uneventfully, and still the heart of Lorien slept on. Then, as night fully enveloped the wood, a tall figure appeared from one of the rooms. The figure was indistinguishable apart from his long, flowing hair which wisped about behind him as he descended the stairs.
As silent as the grave, the figure moved quickly along the darkened ground. His tunic fanned out behind him as he half walked, half ran towards the edge of the city. As he entered a small clearing, Ithil's light suddenly illuminated all his features. Eyes, dark as umber were shielded under dark eyebrows. Equally dark hair was clipped back and allowed to flow down his tunic of pale green.
Lord Elrond's eyes moved downwards towards the silver basin, standing alone upon the moss covered ground, occasionally glancing around nervously as though expecting someone to leap out at him at any moment. He watched as the water shifted to reveal Rumil and Orophin sitting in the middle of a bedroom. He watched as Rumil rolled out a map and pointed to it. Faintly he heard their voices for a split second.
"I am not making a fool out of myself, Orophin" said Rumil.
"I know, but what can be done to get out of it?" replied Orophin.
Elrond's eyes narrowed in annoyance. So that's what they were doing? Well, try as he might, Elrond knew that once the brother's decided unanimously upon something, not a lot could be done to stop them. He would try however!
The waters shifted again, this time revealing the Lord and Lady apparently bickering in their room.
"Dearest, why do you pressure me so to allow this mockery upon myself?" Celeborn whined.
"Why does everything have to be what you say?" Galadriel glared at her husband
Elrond felt a surge of triumph as he heard the Lady back up his cause.
"However I can see your point of 'mockery'"
The victorious feeling diminished.
The water suddenly shifted again, but this time regained its original transparent state and lay still and silent.
Elrond hurried from the basin for fear of being caught and made for his room. He sat down heavily on his bed, irritance surging through him as he thought of their scornful words. How could they not see the joys of the ancient manuscript he had discovered? Such qualities he had read in the said manuscript and he was therefore puzzled as to why no-one else felt the same.
"Still" he mused "Arwen will be arriving tomorrow. Let us see just how they are then, when she agrees to assist me in my plight!"
~*~
The wind whipped around the horse's chestnut mane and tail, sending wisps of hair flying about in the breeze and the rider urged her steed onwards. The rider herself wore a cloak of olive-green and garments of pale grey. As the rider neared the dense forest in the distance, she bent her head lower and clutched the reins tighter as though for protection. However she slowed her steed to a trot as she vanished into the outskirts of the trees.
Acquiring the favour of the Galadhrim had not been as easy a task as she had hoped for they were ever-more suspicious of whom crossed their borders in the darkening days. Still, she had stated her name, her cause for being in their realm and also where she hailed from. Once they had heard this information, they let her pass, though with an escort of two Galadhrim.
The escorts showed her to her room and then went on their way to stable her horse. Minutes later, Lord Elrond rushed into the room to greet his daughter.
"Arwen" he smiled as he embraced her.
"Ada, it is good to see you again so soon."
"Yes, it is my daughter"
Arwen sat down again on the bed and her father poured them both cups of water from a pitcher on the table.
"Now, Arwen" he began as he handed her a cup, "There is something I've been meaning to discuss with you."