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The Great Council



Morgan slowly opened her crystal blue eyes to bright unwelcome sunlight. She was lying in a soft, comfortable bed. The covers were a beautiful cream color, not the black that her sheets were. With both the sunlight and the strange bed, she knew she wasn't home.

"Where am I?" she asked herself. "You are in Rivendell in the house of Elrond," came a sweet female voice. 'Rivendell? Oh no, anywhere but here!" Morgan's mind screamed. She quickly turned in the direction of the voice. She felt the color drain from her face (if that was even possible). The voice belonged to the Lady Arwen. The stories about the elves of Rivendell and Mirkwood that she had heard when she was a child came flooding into her mind. Everyone had told her to stay away from these elves for they would surely kill her on site. Arwen sensed that the girl was frightened and asked, "Are you alright m'lady?' "Please don't kill me," Morgan said almost in a whisper. Arwen looked at her confused, "Why would I want to kill you?" "Don't you know who I am?" Morgan asked. Arwen smiled, now she understood. "Of course I do," she said curtseying slightly, "you are Princess Morgan, daughter of the Lord Saroun and heir to the throne of Mordor," Arwen smiled slightly at the confused look on the girls face. "You know who I am and yet you don't wish to kill me?" Morgan asked. "Of course not!" Arwen laughed. "Why not?" Morgan knew it was dangerous to ask questions, but she couldn't help it. "For many reasons," Arwen answered. "First of all, I knew your mother, the Lady Beth. She was very dear to my father and me, and when she was betrothed to Saroun, she begged my father to save any children she may have from him if anything happened to her. When we heard of her death last year, my father tried to think of any ways to get you from Saroun. I guess we can stop worrying since you have come to us. Secondly, if you had Orcs trying to kill you, you can't be on your father's side." "No, I'm not. I thank you for your kindness Lady Arwen," Morgan replied. "Please, Arwen. Now I was sent up here to get you ready," Arwen smile. "Get me ready for what?" Morgan asked confused. Despite the stories of her childhood, Morgan was beginning to trust this elf. "Oh! Forgive me, I seem to be very absent-minded today. My father is holding a council this afternoon and wishes for you to attend, but first he wishes to speak with you," Arwen said while looking through the closet for a dress for Morgan. "He wants me to attend? Why?" Morgan asked swinging her legs over the bed. Arwen moved away from the closet with a dress in hand and answered, "It is a council to decide what is to be done with the one ring." Morgan, who had been looking around the room and out the balcony window, snapped her head around to face Arwen. "Frodo made it?!" she asked excitedly. Arwen stared at her and asked, "How did you." "That's why my father wanted me dead. I was helping Frodo by distracting the wraiths for a time, before my father found out and branded me a traitor to be killed on sight." What Morgan lift out was that she had used the magic her mother had given her before she died to help the hobbit. She didn't want anyone to know the power she possessed yet. Arwen smiled and her face softened. "How's this?" she asked holding up the dress, Morgan's mouth opened slightly. The dress was beautiful! It was a beautiful silvery color. It was low cut with long sleeves that came to a point on ones hand and the skirt was long and flares slightly. "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. Arwen smiled and said, "I will wait for you outside. When you are finished dressing, I will take you to my father." Morgan nodded as Arwen left. She stood up and pulled the soft white night dress she was wearing over her head and put on the silvery dress in its place. She walked over to the full-length mirror on the other side of the room and stared at her reflection. The dress fit her snuggly, showing off her every curve. The neckline was much lower then she thought and showed a bit of cleavage. The color of the dress made her skin glow and her eyes sparkle brightly. She looked at her hair and made a face of slight disgust. It was a mess! She gave a slight wave of her hand and her hair was neatly combed and fell smoothly over her shoulders and down her back to her waist. She slipped on a pair of shoes that matched her dress that Arwen had laid out for her then opened the door. She came out of her room and into an immense hallway. Arwen stood waiting for her by the door. "Are you ready?" she asked. Morgan nodded her head and smiled. "Good! Then I shall take you to my father." Arwen led Morgan through a labyrinth of twisting and turning hallways. They finally stopped infront of a pair of huge oak doors. Morgan bit her bottom lip and started ringing her hands. Arwen saw this and said, "Don't worry Morgan, my father doesn't bite.' Morgan let out a small laugh and nodded her head. Arwen smiled and gently knocked on the doors. "Come in," they heard from the other side. Arwen gently turned the golden knob on the door and said, "Father, you told me to bring the Lady Morgan to you." Morgan heard someone, she assumed it was Elrond, stand up. "Is she awake?" she heard Elrond ask. "Yes father. Do you still wish to speak with her?" Arwen asked. "Yes of course, bring her in." Elrond said. Arwen turned to Morgan and mouthed "go". Morgan took a deep breath and entered Elrond's office. She curtsied out of respect. "My god you look like your mother," was the first thing that Elrond said. "Thank you my lord," Morgan answered. Elrond smiled and gestured for her to sit. Morgan shook her head and said, "Thank you Lord Elrond, but I prefer to stand." "Incase you have to run?" Elrond asked smiling. "An old habit I learned from when my father ever wanted to speak to me," Morgan laughed. Elrond's face darkened at the mention of her father. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to find you sooner Morgan," he said softly. Morgan was taken back by this statement. "Don't be. I'm just surprised anyone cared enough about me to even bother trying to rescue me," she said. "How did your mother die?" Elrond asked suddenly. Morgan closed her eyes trying to hold back tears at the mention of her mother's death. "She was murdered Lord," she said softly. Elrond's head jerked up and asked, "By who?" "Please, please Lord Elrond. I do not wish to travel down that road again," Morgan whispered. Elrond nodded and then said, "You are welcome to stay here as long as you like Morgan. However, I would like you to attend the council this afternoon." "Thanks you Elrond, but I think I will leave here after the council is over. What time is it to be held?" she asked. "At noon, you may explore the grounds until then if you like. I can have Arwen show you around." His voice was light and sounded happy. "No, I'm sure that Arwen has better things to do then to baby-sit me. I can find my way around I'm sure," she smiled. "As you wish," Elrond bowed his head as Morgan curtsied again and then left.

*********************1 hour later***************************************

"Ok, maybe I should have let Arwen show me around," Morgan said to herself as she traveled down the same hallway for the fifth time. She turned left and then right and then left again when, "Oww!" she yelped as she fell backwards. Before she could hit the floor, a pair of strong arms caught her by the waist and lifted her back onto her feet. Morgan looked up at her savior. She was awed by what she saw. He was and elf, of course, with golden hair and deep brown eyes. "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you!" Morgan apologized. "It's quite alright my lady. I was in a hurry and failed to see you as well," the stranger said. Morgan noticed him staring at her rather intently. "Is their something wrong with me face?" she asked. The beautiful stranger shook his head and said, "No, you're beautiful," he said under his breath. "Excuse me?" Morgan said smiling slightly. She had been called many things in her life, but beautiful was never one of them. "I mean I'm sorry," he said shaking his head. "You've already said that," Morgan laughed. The stanger smiled and said, "Yes, well, I better be going." He unwrapped his arms from around her waist and walked past her. Looking back at her once or twice. "Hmmm, maybe I'll take Elrond up on his offer and stay after all," she thought.

Author's Note: I'm really getting sick of rain. Anyways, hope you like this chapter! Please Review!!