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Familiar Mountains
She knelt over Frodo, wiping his forehead. Again she pressed her hand gently over the wound. Merry and Pippin were beside her. Pippin looked the most frightened. "Is he going to die?" he asked, looking at her hopefully.
Instinctively, she shook her head. "Of course not. He'll be fine, Pippin." The three of them saw a light and looked up. Someone was coming toward them. She got down off a brown horse and advanced upon them, saying something in another language.
"What is she saying?" Pippin asked.
Laura narrowed her eyes. With the exception of the cloak, that was the exact same woman from the vision she'd had not too long ago. And she was talking in a very, very familiar language. She observed her as the woman knelt over Frodo along with Strider. Her ears were pointed.
"She's an Elf," Sam murmured from where he had suddenly shown up behind them.
"We must get him to my father," the Elf said as Strider picked up Frodo and put him on the horse. She followed him. "There are five Wraiths following you," she informed him, although they were already quite aware of that fact.
Strider glanced back at Laura, and spoke something in Elvish(it had to be Elvish) to the woman. She looked back at Laura, and nodded. Strider signaled Laura to mount the horse, which by the way had no saddle. Strider still held Frodo, and once Laura mounted the horse he was handed to her. The two had a short conversation, and finally the woman mounted the horse behind Laura and they were off.
So many questions flooded Laura's mind. Where were they going? That place called Rivendell? Who was this woman? And how was Frodo going to be okay? She didn't want to say anything to the Elvish woman, and she was most concerned for Frodo's well being. Just what exactly had she been thrown into the middle of? And where the hell was Gandalf?
Turning around, she saw the Ringwraiths on black horses following them. There were a lot more than had been in the tower. There were seven, eight, nine...nine wraiths? Ugh. Nine of those black things on their tail, and they were catching up. One was almost right beside them. He reached out his metallic looking hand. Frodo, unaware of anything going on, let his head droop. She shook him gently.
"Frodo, please stay with me," she begged him, protecting him from the wraith. "I'm not going to let them get you, I promise."
It seemed like forever that they rode with those horrid creatures behind them. Then she looked around, suddenly aware they could go no further. They were crossing a river. At first, the nine of them seemed hesitant to cross the river and reach the three of them.
Then the Elvish woman unsheathed her sword and held it up. "If you want him, come and claim him," she challenged them. They began slowly across the water as the woman began chanting some spell. As she did, Laura noticed the water rising.
"Cool."
Her grip tightened on Frodo, who was quickly losing consciousness. The water suddenly flooded up and the wraiths and their horses were overtaken in the flooding river.
"Hey," Laura said, getting the woman's attention. "We're losing him, how close are we?"
The woman kicked her barefeet into the horse's flank, replying "It's just up ahead, in the mountains."
As the scenery dramatically changed, the Elf leapt off the horse's back and helped Laura down with Frodo. A man greeted the two of them. Or was he an Elf, too? They were in too much of a hurry to save Frodo's life. He looked at Laura, then at Frodo. "Arwen, put him in the House," he said as the two of them started towards one of the larger houses.
Laura was left all alone. Well, not really. She'd chosen not to follow, just because the sights around her were much more spectacular than The Shire had been. It was autumn, something she hadn't observed yet. The leaves were floating down from the different colored trees. All the buildings looked like they had been painstakingly crafted, and the place looked like it had never seen a bad winter. There were bridges and balconies and everything was open. She took charge of finding the stables to put the horse in, and even those were breathtakingly beautiful.
She felt someone standing behind her. She turned around and saw the man...or Elf, rather, who had seen the three of them enter Rivendell. She looked at him with curiosity. He wore lovely silk robes, and had long brown hair tied behind his head so that half of it was in a ponytail and the other half down past his shoulders. He looked at her with a very serious look on his face and bowed to her.
"I apologize for not greeting you, my lady. Your friend was in dire need of medical attention," he explained to her.
"Oh, it's not a problem. Will he be all right?" she asked.
He nodded. "He will live, yes. It was truly a miracle that he survived this long with a wound like that. But please, forgive me. I am Lord Elrond Halfelven. I see you have already acquainted yourself with my daughter, Arwen Undomiel. You are most welcome in Rivendell."
Realizing she was very exhausted, her eyes began drooping. "My name's Laura. I don't wanna seem rude, but I'm a little tired-" she began.
"Of course, of course my child. I will show you to a room. This way, please," he insisted as she followed him.
"This, my child, is the Homely House," he said as they passed through a great room with strange objects all throughout it. She looked around, fascinated as they began ascending the staircase. He signaled to one of the rooms.
"Your friend lies in that room." He came to a stop a few more paces down the hallway. "You may rest here. If there is anything else I can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask."
Wondering what she should do, she made a small bow. "Thank you, Lord Elrond." It felt strange saying that. Manners? Alive and well in this day and age? She couldn't believe it. Here she was about to lie down on a bed in some strangers house a million miles away from home. Oh boy, was this going to be an adventure.
Familiar Mountains
She knelt over Frodo, wiping his forehead. Again she pressed her hand gently over the wound. Merry and Pippin were beside her. Pippin looked the most frightened. "Is he going to die?" he asked, looking at her hopefully.
Instinctively, she shook her head. "Of course not. He'll be fine, Pippin." The three of them saw a light and looked up. Someone was coming toward them. She got down off a brown horse and advanced upon them, saying something in another language.
"What is she saying?" Pippin asked.
Laura narrowed her eyes. With the exception of the cloak, that was the exact same woman from the vision she'd had not too long ago. And she was talking in a very, very familiar language. She observed her as the woman knelt over Frodo along with Strider. Her ears were pointed.
"She's an Elf," Sam murmured from where he had suddenly shown up behind them.
"We must get him to my father," the Elf said as Strider picked up Frodo and put him on the horse. She followed him. "There are five Wraiths following you," she informed him, although they were already quite aware of that fact.
Strider glanced back at Laura, and spoke something in Elvish(it had to be Elvish) to the woman. She looked back at Laura, and nodded. Strider signaled Laura to mount the horse, which by the way had no saddle. Strider still held Frodo, and once Laura mounted the horse he was handed to her. The two had a short conversation, and finally the woman mounted the horse behind Laura and they were off.
So many questions flooded Laura's mind. Where were they going? That place called Rivendell? Who was this woman? And how was Frodo going to be okay? She didn't want to say anything to the Elvish woman, and she was most concerned for Frodo's well being. Just what exactly had she been thrown into the middle of? And where the hell was Gandalf?
Turning around, she saw the Ringwraiths on black horses following them. There were a lot more than had been in the tower. There were seven, eight, nine...nine wraiths? Ugh. Nine of those black things on their tail, and they were catching up. One was almost right beside them. He reached out his metallic looking hand. Frodo, unaware of anything going on, let his head droop. She shook him gently.
"Frodo, please stay with me," she begged him, protecting him from the wraith. "I'm not going to let them get you, I promise."
It seemed like forever that they rode with those horrid creatures behind them. Then she looked around, suddenly aware they could go no further. They were crossing a river. At first, the nine of them seemed hesitant to cross the river and reach the three of them.
Then the Elvish woman unsheathed her sword and held it up. "If you want him, come and claim him," she challenged them. They began slowly across the water as the woman began chanting some spell. As she did, Laura noticed the water rising.
"Cool."
Her grip tightened on Frodo, who was quickly losing consciousness. The water suddenly flooded up and the wraiths and their horses were overtaken in the flooding river.
"Hey," Laura said, getting the woman's attention. "We're losing him, how close are we?"
The woman kicked her barefeet into the horse's flank, replying "It's just up ahead, in the mountains."
As the scenery dramatically changed, the Elf leapt off the horse's back and helped Laura down with Frodo. A man greeted the two of them. Or was he an Elf, too? They were in too much of a hurry to save Frodo's life. He looked at Laura, then at Frodo. "Arwen, put him in the House," he said as the two of them started towards one of the larger houses.
Laura was left all alone. Well, not really. She'd chosen not to follow, just because the sights around her were much more spectacular than The Shire had been. It was autumn, something she hadn't observed yet. The leaves were floating down from the different colored trees. All the buildings looked like they had been painstakingly crafted, and the place looked like it had never seen a bad winter. There were bridges and balconies and everything was open. She took charge of finding the stables to put the horse in, and even those were breathtakingly beautiful.
She felt someone standing behind her. She turned around and saw the man...or Elf, rather, who had seen the three of them enter Rivendell. She looked at him with curiosity. He wore lovely silk robes, and had long brown hair tied behind his head so that half of it was in a ponytail and the other half down past his shoulders. He looked at her with a very serious look on his face and bowed to her.
"I apologize for not greeting you, my lady. Your friend was in dire need of medical attention," he explained to her.
"Oh, it's not a problem. Will he be all right?" she asked.
He nodded. "He will live, yes. It was truly a miracle that he survived this long with a wound like that. But please, forgive me. I am Lord Elrond Halfelven. I see you have already acquainted yourself with my daughter, Arwen Undomiel. You are most welcome in Rivendell."
Realizing she was very exhausted, her eyes began drooping. "My name's Laura. I don't wanna seem rude, but I'm a little tired-" she began.
"Of course, of course my child. I will show you to a room. This way, please," he insisted as she followed him.
"This, my child, is the Homely House," he said as they passed through a great room with strange objects all throughout it. She looked around, fascinated as they began ascending the staircase. He signaled to one of the rooms.
"Your friend lies in that room." He came to a stop a few more paces down the hallway. "You may rest here. If there is anything else I can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask."
Wondering what she should do, she made a small bow. "Thank you, Lord Elrond." It felt strange saying that. Manners? Alive and well in this day and age? She couldn't believe it. Here she was about to lie down on a bed in some strangers house a million miles away from home. Oh boy, was this going to be an adventure.