~Bird songs~

by Ola

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A/N~ "trusty reviewer", the enclave is Rivendell (I've seen it mentioned somewhere as such) and no one can leave from it because if people discovered its existence, the elves would have a hard time surviving. And as for the bird's song, you'll see =)

Thank you all of you who reviewed, it makes me happy that this fic is read and enjoyed by at least a few people! =)

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Part 6~

            I awoke to the singing of birds. A clear, soft light filtering through a multitude of leaves fell in through the open window, which allowed a light breeze to slightly ruffle white curtains. I was lying in a bed, under a cool white cover. Well the entire room was white, full of air and light. The windows had skillfully wrought frames of some kind of metal, thin strands that intertwined together like ivy. The bed post was similarly fashioned, as was the only chair, all silvery white. Was this Rivendell? I brushed off the bed cover. My leg was neatly bandages and straight again; although it hurt with a dull and slightly remote pain, it was much more bearable than the previous night. Those people did have, indeed, a skillful physician. Except for my leg, I felt great. But with my mental capacities fully restored, I began thinking about the trip to this place. I didn't remember much, except for a few moments of lucidity, while we had passed under the boughs of tall trees, clouded in darkness. I had no idea how long it took us to get here, but it was not yet dawn when I last saw the world. Lying in this room, I also became quite curious about my surroundings, and…my stomach rumbled quite hungrily. As if waiting on the other side of the door to hear a sign that I was up, someone knocked.

"Yes?"

A young woman, dressed in light green, entered, carrying a platter of food and some clothes thrown over her arm.

"For you, Lady," she said with an accent, flashing a brilliant smile. She had the same long, blond hair as the three men, and was tall and slim. Very lovely. I became conscientious of my own hair, and passing a nervous hand through their cropped length wondered whether everyone in this place was blond.

"Need…help?" she asked haltingly, searching for words.

"Oh, no thank you, I'll be fine."

She deposited all she had brought and with another smile, left, softly closing the door. I attacked the food hungrily, delighting in the taste of freshly baked bread and melting butter with an abundance of golden honey. For desert, I munched on some fruit, juicy and sweet. After licking my fingers clean, I inspected the clothes. There was a loose white blouse, loose light-green pants tied at the waist with a string, and a long, sleeveless vest of a darker green. I didn't know much about clothes, but these felt extra comfortable.

I walked out of the room, looking for any of the three men to show me around and satisfy my curiosity. The buildings mixed and blended with the forest in a very harmonious way, and I instantly fell in love with this place. It was just so…peaceful. It made me want to enjoy every moment of my life to the fullest, to live my life by the minute, without worry of the past or the future, although acknowledging those two presences. I had not noticed that I had stopped to admire the view of the sunny mountain peaks until someone spoke to me.

"Good morrow Lady Alex."

It was Alrovir. I smiled, happy to see a familiar face.

"I…err," I didn't exactly know what to ask. "What do I do now?" I finally blurted out.

"You do not do, you simply are."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, just an old saying of our people. I am to bring you to Lord Elrond. Please follow me." And he turned around.

He was walking slowly, shortening his strides to allow me to keep up with my wounded leg. We walked along winding paths and open walkways until we came to a complex of buildings with the same type of metal working as the one in the window of the room I awoke in. a man with long dark hair (the first I've seen in this strange place) kept out of his face by thin braids, sat on a high-backed chair, near one end of a long, high-ceilinged room. He sat straight and still like a statue; he made me feel very small and insignificant, but not afraid. When he finally spoke, his voice was deep, but soothing, more like a grandfather's than the important person he seemed to be. For the next few hours, he questioned me on my motives and my life, asking me what I was doing here and the likes. I didn't get the chance to get much out of him, since he was not very forthcoming with his answers, but from what I understood, this Rivendell's existence was not known to the outside world except to a few trusted persons. (That made me wonder what they did with the people who blundered into this place like I did.) I was given time to heal, and then, according to Lord Elrond, "we will see."

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A/N~ and a happy birthday to me, yea!!! =) went to a delicious restaurant and definitely ate too much. Arrr, can't move now, so take pity and review (what won't I do to get a review? Lol)

~ola~