Disclaimer: Once again, I only own Alatariel, none of the other characters!
A/N- I know this is slow moving so far, but I have 7 chapters written already and these will build up, please trust me! (Sorry this one is short, I am transferring stuff from 2 different comps, so it takes he a while to retype!)
His Beloved
Chapter Two: A Choice Well Made
When Alatariel found Galadriel, she bowed lightly and started to open her mouth to speak. "Silence, my child," hushed Galadriel, catching her off her guard. "I know what you wish to speak to me about, but I have seen your thoughts." She continued, "The eight that arrived today are the remaining of the Fellowship of the Ring." Alatariel was deep in thought, "If everything is happening just as it has in my dream, then I must go with them!" Galadriel, seeing her thoughts, spoke, "You are foolish to consider such a thing. However, I have known you long, and I trust your judgment. You are a skilled healer and know many spells. You may indeed prove useful to them." Alatariel thought outloud, "But they would never allow a maiden to join them." Galadriel smiled, "Come with me! and make haste!"
Galadriel had provided Alatariel with a man's clothing as to disguise her true identity. Alatariel pulled her long, dark hair back into a tight braid, and put on gloves to disguise the femininity of her hands. A cloak was provided to her, which she fastened with her treasured Mallorn leaf brooch. She looked at herself in the mirror, "Well, this is my fate, I must be braver now than I ever have before." And with that, she walked out the door.
At that moment, the Fellowship was getting ready to depart from Lothlorien. After receiving his gift, Legolas turned around and saw a figure running towards them. It was a small, cloaked figure who ran with a smooth step. "It must be another elf, for he runs gracefully." thought Legolas, and turned his attention back to the Lady.
Alatariel, the hood of her cloak hiding her face, ran towards the strangers. When she reached where they stood, Galadriel spoke, "I am sending one of my own to accompany you, his name is Alataron." Boromir, one of the humans, objected, "Milady, we need no other companions, we are fine as we are, I do not-" "SILENCE!" Galadriel roared "How dare you object to what I say! I can see what you cannot and therefore, you should keep silent!" Everyone was shocked at her tone, especially Alatariel. Pippin, one of the Halflings, broke the silence, "May we move along now?"
Alatariel gracefully stepped into one of the canoes provided by Galadriel, and took a seat in front of Legolas and behind the dwarf. "It is good to have one of my own kind along with us," said Legolas. "I am Legolas, son of Thuranduil the King of Mirkwood. This is Gimli, son of Gloin," he said, pointing to the dwarf, who harrumphed at the sound of Legolas' voice. "I am happy to meet you both," said Alatariel in a deep voice. Then Legolas began to paddle off.
She looked around the strong form of Legolas, and back at what had been her home. The leaves of the huge trees flickered in the wind and shimmered in the sunlight. The last form Alatariel saw, was that of Galadriel standing on the shore. "Namar, Lothlorien," she said in her mind, then looked ahead, down the river Anduin.
A/N- I know this is slow moving so far, but I have 7 chapters written already and these will build up, please trust me! (Sorry this one is short, I am transferring stuff from 2 different comps, so it takes he a while to retype!)
His Beloved
Chapter Two: A Choice Well Made
When Alatariel found Galadriel, she bowed lightly and started to open her mouth to speak. "Silence, my child," hushed Galadriel, catching her off her guard. "I know what you wish to speak to me about, but I have seen your thoughts." She continued, "The eight that arrived today are the remaining of the Fellowship of the Ring." Alatariel was deep in thought, "If everything is happening just as it has in my dream, then I must go with them!" Galadriel, seeing her thoughts, spoke, "You are foolish to consider such a thing. However, I have known you long, and I trust your judgment. You are a skilled healer and know many spells. You may indeed prove useful to them." Alatariel thought outloud, "But they would never allow a maiden to join them." Galadriel smiled, "Come with me! and make haste!"
Galadriel had provided Alatariel with a man's clothing as to disguise her true identity. Alatariel pulled her long, dark hair back into a tight braid, and put on gloves to disguise the femininity of her hands. A cloak was provided to her, which she fastened with her treasured Mallorn leaf brooch. She looked at herself in the mirror, "Well, this is my fate, I must be braver now than I ever have before." And with that, she walked out the door.
At that moment, the Fellowship was getting ready to depart from Lothlorien. After receiving his gift, Legolas turned around and saw a figure running towards them. It was a small, cloaked figure who ran with a smooth step. "It must be another elf, for he runs gracefully." thought Legolas, and turned his attention back to the Lady.
Alatariel, the hood of her cloak hiding her face, ran towards the strangers. When she reached where they stood, Galadriel spoke, "I am sending one of my own to accompany you, his name is Alataron." Boromir, one of the humans, objected, "Milady, we need no other companions, we are fine as we are, I do not-" "SILENCE!" Galadriel roared "How dare you object to what I say! I can see what you cannot and therefore, you should keep silent!" Everyone was shocked at her tone, especially Alatariel. Pippin, one of the Halflings, broke the silence, "May we move along now?"
Alatariel gracefully stepped into one of the canoes provided by Galadriel, and took a seat in front of Legolas and behind the dwarf. "It is good to have one of my own kind along with us," said Legolas. "I am Legolas, son of Thuranduil the King of Mirkwood. This is Gimli, son of Gloin," he said, pointing to the dwarf, who harrumphed at the sound of Legolas' voice. "I am happy to meet you both," said Alatariel in a deep voice. Then Legolas began to paddle off.
She looked around the strong form of Legolas, and back at what had been her home. The leaves of the huge trees flickered in the wind and shimmered in the sunlight. The last form Alatariel saw, was that of Galadriel standing on the shore. "Namar, Lothlorien," she said in her mind, then looked ahead, down the river Anduin.