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Elenya by Shelly
CHAPTER SEVEN
During the next few days, Boromir and Lillisandra rarely left each other's sides as they explored the wonders of Rivendell on their own, Boromir showing her the shards of Elendil's sword, Narsil. On another day when the weather was fair and the sun warm upon the land, she chose to take some time to herself to get her sword arm back into condition as she felt that she could use it now without causing any further damage.
Elrond had graciously offered her the use of any of the horses in the stables, but she chose to take Boromir's horse instead as he seemed to wish some exercise on such a fine day. She rode a short ways away until she spotted a clearing that offered enough room for her to practice in and dismounted, leaving her bow and arrows on the saddle as she used her sword to stretch her muscles before beginning her exercises. Her movements were fluid as she moved to a music only she could hear, pleased that her shoulder was nearly fully healed as she felt only a small amout of pain. Soon she saw the owner of the horse walking towards her and continued on with her exercises although she expected some word from him soon.
Boromir stood there entranced as he watched her smooth movements that spoke of the grace and beauty of the elven race, never imagining that someone so slight as her could wield a sword so expertly. Perhaps he had been underestimating her ability to defend herself after all, as evident of the orcs she had killed while coming here. "I hope that is not your fighting technique," he said as he walked towards her. "The style seems more suited to a dance floor than fighting."
She looked at him as she finished, bringing her sword to rest on his shoulder near his neck. "It is, which is why it is only a technique used to warm up for a sparring match between a teacher and student. Tarcil taught me this and I thought it would be useful in determining the limits of my sword arm now."
"And?" he asked, his eyes flickering in amusement.
"I think it is almost healed. I feel little pain which is good," she replied, bringing her sword back to her side.
"Would you care to try it in a fight?"
She raised an eyebrow. "You would fight me, my lord?" He merely smiled in answer as he withdrew his own sword. "Then prepare to be beaten!"
She struck towards his right side which he blocked, leading them into a series of parries and thrusts that had them both slightly winded before long, showing him how good she really was and making him realize how lucky he was indeed to have her for his future wife. Soon they were facing each other over crossed swords and he reached out with his foot to sweep hers out from under her, hearing her yelp of surprise as she crashed onto her back. When she rose onto her elbows she found herself staring down his blade, and she looked up at him to see his self-satisfied smirk.
"Do you surrender?" he asked, becoming worried as a strange look came upon her face and it seemed as if she was in pain as she tried to move. "What's wrong?"
She frowned as she tried to sit up a little more. "I don't know, but I think I may have fallen onto a rock. My back hurts where it jabbed into me."
He moved his sword aside and knelt down beside her as if to help her up, not expecting her to leap up and push him onto his own back, her legs straddling his hips. He groaned as he realized that he had been duped.
"I can't believe you fell for the oldest trick in the book!" she said.
"I can't believe you tricked me! I honestly thought you were hurt, Lilli," he added with a little force.
She smiled as she leaned down to rest on his chest. "I apologize. It won't happen again."
He laughed. "It had better not," he answered, pulling her closer to kiss her softly.
She sighed as she relaxed against him, placing her hands on the ground on either side of him as she took the initiative and slipped her tongue slowly into his mouth, feeling him groan deep inside his chest as his hands came behind her back to hold her closer. Then she drew back slightly to kiss the corner of his mouth and his neck before teasing his ear with her tongue. "You do realize that we are being spied upon, don't you?" she breathed.
He didn't care as he wished for her not to stop. "Can you see them?" he asked.
She kissed her way back up to his lips which he immediately devoured with his own. "I don't need to," she replied as she broke away. "I know they're somewhere around here."
She sat up and smiled as she felt his hardness beneath her and moved her hips a little as she enjoyed having such control over him. He reached out and stopped her. "Lady, you are cruel indeed to tease me in such a way."
She laughed. "No more cruel than you are as you constantly tease me and don't even know it."
"By the way," he said, changing the subject. "I came out here to tell you that Elrond wishes you to meet him soon at the Hall of Fire, and he will wait for you there until you arrive."
"Oh, so you only came to tell me this and not for any other reason?" she teased.
"Lilli, you know better than that," he replied.
She leaned forward to kiss him. "And you know I love you, Boromir." Then she rose to her feet, helping him to his own. "I wonder what it is that he wishes to see me about?"
"Well, there's only one way to find out," he answered then kissed her forehead when she cast a glare at him that was softened by her smile.
She left him there and rode his horse back to Elrond's house where she entered the Hall of Fire to see both Elrond and Gandalf waiting for her. She gazed at the wizard curiously and noticed that he had the small box in his hands which held her ring, wondering why he had brought it.
Elrond approached her. "Good afternoon, Lillisandra. I imagine you're wondering why I have summoned you here."
She remembered to curtsy before him. "I am, my lord."
"Please, there's no need for formalities here. We have waited for some time for you to arrive, though I warn you that after today things may never be the same for you."
She eyed him warily. "What do you mean?"
"It is time that we awaken two more of the stones of Elenya. With two more active, you will become more aware of the ring you carry as it will become more powerful than before. But I must caution you about not using it until you truly need it. The ring holds great power but some of that power comes from inside you and will drain you to the point of exhaustion if you are not careful."
She sighed. "I am beginning to think that it may cause more harm than good."
"It may indeed if used unwisely," Gandalf answered. "Items that hold great power have to have some kind of limits so the person using it will not do so carelessly."
"What exactly am I supposed to use this ring for anyway? And why is it that the ring was made to be worn by no other but me?"
"When Celebrimbor learned of Sauron's deception, he forged Ardya and Elenya out of remorse for allowing himself to be deceived by Sauron," Elrond answered. "And when he forged Elenya he poured a great amount of power into it, enough to destroy the One Ring but in turn Elenya would be destroyed along with the rest of the world. That was not his intent, but the ring turned out that way and was instead advised only to use against his armies since they are numerous, as well as aid in the destruction of Barad-Dur. He crafted it with the ability to only be wielded by those of his blood as to prevent others from using it to their own purposes, especially those that would intend to do harm to the world."
"But I thought that the ring was only supposed to be used for good. If someone wished to use it for evil wouldn't it refuse them?" she asked.
"It would unless the person using it had a strong will towards controlling it. Above all else we must caution you against allowing yourself to controlled by it. You must learn to control it or it will take control of you."
"Yes, Dairuin warned me about that also." Then she sighed. "I guess we'd better get this over with." She stepped up to Gandalf and removed her ring from the box, slowly sliding it onto her finger and becoming acutely aware of the power of nature surrounding her, the stone glimmering brightly but not casting the bright rays of light that it had when it had awakened. Gandalf placed his hand over hers and she saw on his finger a ring bearing a red ruby, and she looked up at him in surprise. "How did you come to wear this ring?"
"Narya was given to me by Cirdan of the Grey Havens as he still remains there until our time comes to sail west. This information I entrust to you as the bearer of Elenya, and I ask that you reveal it to no one else."
She nodded her head in answer, and he began chanting the words that would release the power of Narya that was part of Elenya, the words flowing through her awareness before she felt the awakening of the stone. The power coursed through her, ingiting her soul as well as her heart as she felt she could take on the might of Sauron's armies and destroy them. But deep down inside she knew that it was the ring trying to exert its influence on her, and she answered by exerting a little of her own and bringing its power to bear at a more manageable level. She opened her eyes and saw the red stone flickering as if it held a heart of fire.
Elrond nodded his approval as he stepped forward and laid his own hand on hers. "Ready?" he asked, then began his own part to awaken Vilya, the sapphire of Elenya flaring to life as Narya and Ardya had before and becoming a faint glimmer as she brought its power under her control. "Good," he said. "You're learning how to control it. But I must warn you that when all four stones are awakened it will become harder to do."
"Was your ring given to you originally?" she asked as she removed the ring and put it back inside the box.
"No, it was given to me by Gil-Galad when he died during the battle against Sauron."
She shook her head. "It amazes me to think how much you have seen in all the years you have lived."
He smiled. "Yes, it does belie my age a bit, doesn't it?"
She laughed, as did Elrond and Gandalf, then stopped when she saw someone approaching, nodding when the others left and wondering who it was that waited in the shadows to see her.
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Ahh! Who is it? Is it Boromir? Or is it Legolas, ready to sweep her off her feet? I'll never tell! Hee-hee! Thanks for reading and please review!
Elenya by Shelly
CHAPTER SEVEN
During the next few days, Boromir and Lillisandra rarely left each other's sides as they explored the wonders of Rivendell on their own, Boromir showing her the shards of Elendil's sword, Narsil. On another day when the weather was fair and the sun warm upon the land, she chose to take some time to herself to get her sword arm back into condition as she felt that she could use it now without causing any further damage.
Elrond had graciously offered her the use of any of the horses in the stables, but she chose to take Boromir's horse instead as he seemed to wish some exercise on such a fine day. She rode a short ways away until she spotted a clearing that offered enough room for her to practice in and dismounted, leaving her bow and arrows on the saddle as she used her sword to stretch her muscles before beginning her exercises. Her movements were fluid as she moved to a music only she could hear, pleased that her shoulder was nearly fully healed as she felt only a small amout of pain. Soon she saw the owner of the horse walking towards her and continued on with her exercises although she expected some word from him soon.
Boromir stood there entranced as he watched her smooth movements that spoke of the grace and beauty of the elven race, never imagining that someone so slight as her could wield a sword so expertly. Perhaps he had been underestimating her ability to defend herself after all, as evident of the orcs she had killed while coming here. "I hope that is not your fighting technique," he said as he walked towards her. "The style seems more suited to a dance floor than fighting."
She looked at him as she finished, bringing her sword to rest on his shoulder near his neck. "It is, which is why it is only a technique used to warm up for a sparring match between a teacher and student. Tarcil taught me this and I thought it would be useful in determining the limits of my sword arm now."
"And?" he asked, his eyes flickering in amusement.
"I think it is almost healed. I feel little pain which is good," she replied, bringing her sword back to her side.
"Would you care to try it in a fight?"
She raised an eyebrow. "You would fight me, my lord?" He merely smiled in answer as he withdrew his own sword. "Then prepare to be beaten!"
She struck towards his right side which he blocked, leading them into a series of parries and thrusts that had them both slightly winded before long, showing him how good she really was and making him realize how lucky he was indeed to have her for his future wife. Soon they were facing each other over crossed swords and he reached out with his foot to sweep hers out from under her, hearing her yelp of surprise as she crashed onto her back. When she rose onto her elbows she found herself staring down his blade, and she looked up at him to see his self-satisfied smirk.
"Do you surrender?" he asked, becoming worried as a strange look came upon her face and it seemed as if she was in pain as she tried to move. "What's wrong?"
She frowned as she tried to sit up a little more. "I don't know, but I think I may have fallen onto a rock. My back hurts where it jabbed into me."
He moved his sword aside and knelt down beside her as if to help her up, not expecting her to leap up and push him onto his own back, her legs straddling his hips. He groaned as he realized that he had been duped.
"I can't believe you fell for the oldest trick in the book!" she said.
"I can't believe you tricked me! I honestly thought you were hurt, Lilli," he added with a little force.
She smiled as she leaned down to rest on his chest. "I apologize. It won't happen again."
He laughed. "It had better not," he answered, pulling her closer to kiss her softly.
She sighed as she relaxed against him, placing her hands on the ground on either side of him as she took the initiative and slipped her tongue slowly into his mouth, feeling him groan deep inside his chest as his hands came behind her back to hold her closer. Then she drew back slightly to kiss the corner of his mouth and his neck before teasing his ear with her tongue. "You do realize that we are being spied upon, don't you?" she breathed.
He didn't care as he wished for her not to stop. "Can you see them?" he asked.
She kissed her way back up to his lips which he immediately devoured with his own. "I don't need to," she replied as she broke away. "I know they're somewhere around here."
She sat up and smiled as she felt his hardness beneath her and moved her hips a little as she enjoyed having such control over him. He reached out and stopped her. "Lady, you are cruel indeed to tease me in such a way."
She laughed. "No more cruel than you are as you constantly tease me and don't even know it."
"By the way," he said, changing the subject. "I came out here to tell you that Elrond wishes you to meet him soon at the Hall of Fire, and he will wait for you there until you arrive."
"Oh, so you only came to tell me this and not for any other reason?" she teased.
"Lilli, you know better than that," he replied.
She leaned forward to kiss him. "And you know I love you, Boromir." Then she rose to her feet, helping him to his own. "I wonder what it is that he wishes to see me about?"
"Well, there's only one way to find out," he answered then kissed her forehead when she cast a glare at him that was softened by her smile.
She left him there and rode his horse back to Elrond's house where she entered the Hall of Fire to see both Elrond and Gandalf waiting for her. She gazed at the wizard curiously and noticed that he had the small box in his hands which held her ring, wondering why he had brought it.
Elrond approached her. "Good afternoon, Lillisandra. I imagine you're wondering why I have summoned you here."
She remembered to curtsy before him. "I am, my lord."
"Please, there's no need for formalities here. We have waited for some time for you to arrive, though I warn you that after today things may never be the same for you."
She eyed him warily. "What do you mean?"
"It is time that we awaken two more of the stones of Elenya. With two more active, you will become more aware of the ring you carry as it will become more powerful than before. But I must caution you about not using it until you truly need it. The ring holds great power but some of that power comes from inside you and will drain you to the point of exhaustion if you are not careful."
She sighed. "I am beginning to think that it may cause more harm than good."
"It may indeed if used unwisely," Gandalf answered. "Items that hold great power have to have some kind of limits so the person using it will not do so carelessly."
"What exactly am I supposed to use this ring for anyway? And why is it that the ring was made to be worn by no other but me?"
"When Celebrimbor learned of Sauron's deception, he forged Ardya and Elenya out of remorse for allowing himself to be deceived by Sauron," Elrond answered. "And when he forged Elenya he poured a great amount of power into it, enough to destroy the One Ring but in turn Elenya would be destroyed along with the rest of the world. That was not his intent, but the ring turned out that way and was instead advised only to use against his armies since they are numerous, as well as aid in the destruction of Barad-Dur. He crafted it with the ability to only be wielded by those of his blood as to prevent others from using it to their own purposes, especially those that would intend to do harm to the world."
"But I thought that the ring was only supposed to be used for good. If someone wished to use it for evil wouldn't it refuse them?" she asked.
"It would unless the person using it had a strong will towards controlling it. Above all else we must caution you against allowing yourself to controlled by it. You must learn to control it or it will take control of you."
"Yes, Dairuin warned me about that also." Then she sighed. "I guess we'd better get this over with." She stepped up to Gandalf and removed her ring from the box, slowly sliding it onto her finger and becoming acutely aware of the power of nature surrounding her, the stone glimmering brightly but not casting the bright rays of light that it had when it had awakened. Gandalf placed his hand over hers and she saw on his finger a ring bearing a red ruby, and she looked up at him in surprise. "How did you come to wear this ring?"
"Narya was given to me by Cirdan of the Grey Havens as he still remains there until our time comes to sail west. This information I entrust to you as the bearer of Elenya, and I ask that you reveal it to no one else."
She nodded her head in answer, and he began chanting the words that would release the power of Narya that was part of Elenya, the words flowing through her awareness before she felt the awakening of the stone. The power coursed through her, ingiting her soul as well as her heart as she felt she could take on the might of Sauron's armies and destroy them. But deep down inside she knew that it was the ring trying to exert its influence on her, and she answered by exerting a little of her own and bringing its power to bear at a more manageable level. She opened her eyes and saw the red stone flickering as if it held a heart of fire.
Elrond nodded his approval as he stepped forward and laid his own hand on hers. "Ready?" he asked, then began his own part to awaken Vilya, the sapphire of Elenya flaring to life as Narya and Ardya had before and becoming a faint glimmer as she brought its power under her control. "Good," he said. "You're learning how to control it. But I must warn you that when all four stones are awakened it will become harder to do."
"Was your ring given to you originally?" she asked as she removed the ring and put it back inside the box.
"No, it was given to me by Gil-Galad when he died during the battle against Sauron."
She shook her head. "It amazes me to think how much you have seen in all the years you have lived."
He smiled. "Yes, it does belie my age a bit, doesn't it?"
She laughed, as did Elrond and Gandalf, then stopped when she saw someone approaching, nodding when the others left and wondering who it was that waited in the shadows to see her.
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Ahh! Who is it? Is it Boromir? Or is it Legolas, ready to sweep her off her feet? I'll never tell! Hee-hee! Thanks for reading and please review!
