Chapter 3- The Fellowship

They came back to where the council was located. They had placed a seat for her, right next to the shortest of all the people there. Well, now that she thought about it, he must me a hobbit, if she remembered correctly. She had read the book, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring when she was in ninth grade. That would make Legolas an elf and the rest dwarfs and men. Legolas then stood up facing the leader elf.

"This, my lord, is Alexandra Heart. But she prefers to be called Alex." he then sat down. The leader looked at her and smiled.

"Welcome, my dear Alex. I am Elrond, lord of the elves of Rivendell. May I ask how you came to be here?" he said.

"I was told by a man on the internet that if I wanted to take an adventure, that all I would have to do is chant the words. His name was... Charles. After I chanted the words, I saw him, and he told me I would soon be in the company of his very dear friends. Though I am not sure who those may be." she replied as if she were also telling herself. Elrond seemed very pleased with this response.

"Charles was a very dear friend indeed. He saved my life. You are an honored guest here. We will decide what to do with you later. Now, we will celebrate!" he said standing. He told one of the elves standing guard next to him to take her to the finest room available and have clothes for the evening sent to her. He led her up a beautiful ivory-colored staircase that seemed to be laced perfectly in gold. The hallways were covered in pictures of different elves or battle scenes. We came to the room, and he showed her in. It was simply breathtaking. The bed was huge, with silver sheets and a matching canopy. All of the furniture was all mahogany. But besides that, the whole room was white. She walked over to the vanity where she found gorgeous jewelry, hair accessories, and a variety of perfumes. She felt like she was in a museum or a stranger's mansion, and she feared of touching anything. She was promptly brought something to wear. A very pretty girl elf gave Alex a bow after
handing her the garment. It was a gown fit for a queen. It was a midnight blue, and it had little golden splashes all over it. She felt like a goddess when she put it on. It flowed with her like it was in slow motion. She looked at herself in the mirror, and realized that her hair was still in the messy ponytail she had put it in earlier. She walked over to the vanity and brushed her hair with the silver brush that had been left for her. Once she got all the knots out, she decided to take a piece of hair from each side and clasp them together in the back. She used on of the hair clasps that had a large golden unfolded rose. After that, she smelled all of the perfumes, and she chose one that smelled like a garden covered in dew in the early morning. As if they knew she was ready, a light knock came from the door. When she answered it, she was surprised to see that it was Legolas. They both stood there for a moment, awing at each other's beauty. He had a tree green, long
sleeved shirt with the same colored pants and a black vest with large, silver buttons. The top half of his hair was braided, leaving the rest to fall delicately down to his shoulders. After a few more seconds of admiration, he broke the silence.

"Are you ready for the feast, Alex?" he said, holding his arm out for her.

"Absolutely!" she said taking his arm thankfully. He led her down the long corridor and into a pair of huge double-doors that had two large willow trees on them. The sight inside was overwhelming. A long table was set out, and it was full besides two seats left for Legolas and herself. They were promptly seated across from Elrond. She received an odd look from Legolas as her stomach grumbled loudly.

"Sorry, I guess I'm really hungry." When she thought about it, she hadn't had anything to eat since that morning. He leaned over and whispered in her ear,

"I understand. Chasing after you left me a bit hungry myself." He sat back up just as they were served a bowl of soup. It must have been vegetable soup, and it hit the spot. She was gulping at it furiously. When she finally came up to breathe, she blushed as she noticed everyone at the table had turned their attention to her. So she tried to act like nothing happened, and went back to her soup, intending on drinking it slowly this time. But she was surprised to find that she had drunk the whole bowl in one big gulp.

*Remember to slap yourself later, Alex! * she thought. She looked over at Legolas to see that he had an ear-to-ear smile and he was trying to hold back the laughter. She managed to kick him in the shin before Elrond began to speak.

"Would you like some more soup? We could just get one of the waiters over here..."

" No, thank you. I think I have had enough soup for today," she said, interrupting him. He gave a little smile that revealed a few small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Then suddenly he said,

"You look well built for a young woman."

"Excuse me?" she said questioningly.

"Built, muscular, as in you could defend yourself if needed." he said.

"Oh! Yeah, I guess I am. I've been doing karate since I was three." she responded

"Karate? I have never heard of such a thing here. ."

"It's basically hand to hand combat. I'm a master of the nun-chucks," she said proudly.

"Well, lady of the nun-chucks, you will have to show us your skills." he stated, evidently excited.

"Sure! Though I doubt you have any nun-chucks. All I need is a broom, a saw, a chain, some nails, and a hammer. I'll make one tonight and show you tomorrow."

"Then it is settled. You will fight one of our best warriors tomorrow."

She took a big gulp as she pondered over what she had gotten herself into. They now served the main course. It was a perfect pork tenderloin with potatoes and bread. This time, she made sure to eat slowly. As soon as everyone had finished eating, Elrond stood and said,

"Come! Let the festivities begin!" he boomed as he rose from his chair. Alex stood up and received Legolas's hand as well as a cynical smile as though he had something planned.