She felt the air blow lightly her hair, thousands of sophisticated parfums swirling around her, all melting down into one scent to perfect the atmosphere of fantasy and magnificence around her. As soon as she remembered where she was, Willow opened one eye. Strider was holding her in his arms, walking closer and closer to the elvish city. She sighed and closed her eye once more. Exhaustion finally caught her and she fell deeply asleep in the arms of the only human she would probably meet in the house of lord Elrond.
She didn't know how long it took to come in the city nor how long she stayed in Strider's arms after crossing the edge of it. But she definitly felt it when the human shook her awake and made her sit on his knees. "What?" she mumbled, half asleep. She was vaguely aware that someone was standing in front of her and was even more convinced that her senses were true when she felt two hands touch her temples.
Suddenly, Willow startled. A bolt of energy bursted through her and she gasped, her eyes now wide open. She jumped off of Strider and took a step back from the man that had stood in front of her. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. Then, she felt it. Every cells of her body were wide awake, feeling every magical cells around her. Her powers extanded to an impossible distance and she could distinguish sounds and smells she never could have a minute before the bolt of energy. She wasn't tired anymore and she felt as if she had the energy for ten people. She opened her eyes and looked at the man, quite troubled. "What did you do to me?"
He smile. "It's elvish medicine. Welcome to Rivendell, Willow. I am Elrond, lord of this city." He laughed lightly when she looked even more troubled. "I hope you will enjoy your stay with us. I'm sorry, but I have a talk to finish with Gandalf. I'll let you in the good hands of Aragorn."
Willow shot a look at Strider. "I'll take a wild guess and say that you are Aragorn." She sighed. "Elves. Ringwraiths. Hobbits. Where the hell did I land?" She sat down heavily beside Aragorn on the bed. She glanced by the window and saw golden leaves fall from the trees, sun rays playing with them and the wind making them float away. "Do you mind if I take a look around outside?" she asked the man beside her.
He led her to a double door opening to a balcony leading to a link leading to garden areas and other rooms of the elvish city. She had never seen beauty like this one. Magic was strong in this place and Willow felt every vibs of the nature calling to her. She lost herself in a world of sensations. When she opened her eyes again, Aragorn was waiting at her side. "Explore as you like. Someone will come to you at dinner time." He went back inside the room, leaving her to her exploration of the city.
Willow didn't know where to start. She might have been walking for hours for all she cared. All she wanted to do was to explore everything. Near an empty area with a couple of trees, she saw Merry, Pippin and Sam embracing an other Hobbit, one she would guess was Frodo. She smiled, glad that he had made it, escaped the black riders. She made her way into the sunlight and Merry saw her. "Willow! How do you feel? No bumps on your head I hope. You scared us when you suddenly fell unconscious."
The redhead winced. "Too much emotions came to my head in a moment." She walked to the group of Hobbits. "And you must be Frodo. I'm glad you escaped the Ringwraiths, whatever that means." Willow frowned when a dark shadow passed on their faces. [Oops! Wrong thing to say, Will.]
She heard someone singing softly and she looked around, trying to locate the sound. There, on a bench underneath a tree sat an old Hobbit writing in a book. She took a step back and let the four young Hobbits fool around. She quickly made her way to the alone Hobbit and sat beside him, looking over his shoulder to see what he was doing. "What are you writing?" she asked.
He startled when he heard the soft voice. "Oh my! You scared me, dear. This is my book." On the first page was written in beautiful calligraphy the title of the book :
There and Back Again
A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins
She flipped the pages, wonderful compendium of charts, images of creatures and weaponery, cultures of differents races and adventures of an hobbit exploring Middle-earth. [So, that is the name of where I am.] She handed back the book to Bilbo. "It's beautiful. You do good job."
A voice interrupted her. "There you are. I've been looking for you for about an hour and here you were speaking calmly with Bilbo."
Willow laughed and turned around, meeting the playful eyes of Aragorn. "You did said I could explore everything and that someone would warn me at dinner time." She stood up and helped Bilbo up, handing him his cane. "Lets go eating! I'm starving!"
The old Hobbit laughed. "Good idea!"
Aragorn led them to the dinner room. Willow stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the room. Silver candlesticks were placed everywhere. A soft smell of sandallwood hung in the air and a light wind came in through the opened double doors leading to a balcony. The room was decorated in the softest materials, in silver and lavender and light greens and blues, giving the entire room a look of elegance and beauty, whole image of a fantasy city. "Wow," she whispered.
Willow was invited to sit between Bilbo and Merry, facing Pippin, Sam and Frodo on the other side of the table. Just beside them was seated Aragorn. He was looking thoughtfully at the female Elf in front of him and Willow gasped when she recognize her as being the woman riding the white horse. At the end of the table, Elrond sat with an old man at his side. She remembered her earlier talk with the lord and guessed the man was Gandalf. She liked the look in his eyes. But something disturbed her. Everything in her was screaming for him. A strong signature of powerful magic filled her mind. [A Wizard!] Surprise was etched on every parts of Willow's face and the Hobbits saw it.
Frodo smiled gently when he saw that Gandalf was the object of her surprise. "Never saw a Wizard before, Willow?" he asked her.
"Actually, I never met an Hobbit nor an Elf. This place is a strange world for me." Then she frowned to herself when she heard how strange that had sound. Magical beings were weird for her when demons, mummy and vampires weren't. [I've lived too long on the Hellmouth.]
After a gastronomic dinner and a show of wonder when seeing how much a single Hobbit could eat, they were all lead to a room next to the dinner room. At the end of it, there was a fire place, fire already dancing, flames caressing the air, warming it. There were already Elves in the room, seated comfortably and singing softly songs in the beautiful elf language.
Willow got lost in her thoughts, hipnotized by the softly spoken words of the singers. Never before had she heard a melody this enchanting. Everything in this city was mesmerizing her. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever thought Elves could be that special.
Elrond had been observing the redhead though the entire dinner. There was something different about her, something special. Magical signature was ever present around her. He had spoken of his observations to his long time friend Gandalf and the wizard had also felt the power surrounding the young woman. He thought it would be a good idea if she came to the secret meeting the council had the next morning and never before is instinct had wronged him.
Finally deciding it was the best solution to maybe know a bit more about the strange redhead, he took his daughter's hand. "Come Arwen. I want you to meet someone." The beautiful Elf stood up with the lord and together, they walked to where Willow was standing. She was near the fire, vision of flame with skin as pale as the moonlight. "Willow," Elrond said. "This is my daughter, Arwen."
Willow smiled, shaking hands with Arwen. "It's an honnor to meet you. You're a wonderful horseback rider." When the brunette Elf shot her a strange look, she understood that she probably had no idea about what she was talking about. "Oh, sorry! I saw you this morning being chased by those black riders."
Not wanting to hear anything else about the Ringwraiths, Elrong cut the conversation. "Willow, there will be a meeting of the council tomorrow morning. You might be interested in what we will debate about. I'd like you to be there."
"Of course, I'll be there," she answered truthfully. The prospect of assisting to one of those Elves council was more that she could hope for. She didn't know how long she would be staying in this world, but she had no intention to ruin her chance to learn about those fairy tales creatures before being stuck back in SunnyHell.
As Elrond went back to his place, she saw Arwen sneak outside with Aragorn and Willow smiled to herself. [Have fun, you two.] She sat beside an elf in the circle. Relaxed, she listened carefully to the lyrics of the songs, having learned long ago in a book the language of the Elves, not that she once thought she would use it. As the song ended, she closed her eyes. For the first time of her life, she would fight her fear and she would sing in front of others.
O môr henion i dhû:
Ely siriar, êl sila
Ai! Aniron Undomiel
Tiro! Êl eria e môr.
I 'lir en êl luitha 'uren.
Ai! Aniron...
Bilbo sat beside her in the empty chair. "I didn't know you could speak elvish." Willow winked at him and she laughed lightly. She sat back comfortably in the chair, ready to enjoy the rest of the evening.
She didn't know how long it took to come in the city nor how long she stayed in Strider's arms after crossing the edge of it. But she definitly felt it when the human shook her awake and made her sit on his knees. "What?" she mumbled, half asleep. She was vaguely aware that someone was standing in front of her and was even more convinced that her senses were true when she felt two hands touch her temples.
Suddenly, Willow startled. A bolt of energy bursted through her and she gasped, her eyes now wide open. She jumped off of Strider and took a step back from the man that had stood in front of her. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. Then, she felt it. Every cells of her body were wide awake, feeling every magical cells around her. Her powers extanded to an impossible distance and she could distinguish sounds and smells she never could have a minute before the bolt of energy. She wasn't tired anymore and she felt as if she had the energy for ten people. She opened her eyes and looked at the man, quite troubled. "What did you do to me?"
He smile. "It's elvish medicine. Welcome to Rivendell, Willow. I am Elrond, lord of this city." He laughed lightly when she looked even more troubled. "I hope you will enjoy your stay with us. I'm sorry, but I have a talk to finish with Gandalf. I'll let you in the good hands of Aragorn."
Willow shot a look at Strider. "I'll take a wild guess and say that you are Aragorn." She sighed. "Elves. Ringwraiths. Hobbits. Where the hell did I land?" She sat down heavily beside Aragorn on the bed. She glanced by the window and saw golden leaves fall from the trees, sun rays playing with them and the wind making them float away. "Do you mind if I take a look around outside?" she asked the man beside her.
He led her to a double door opening to a balcony leading to a link leading to garden areas and other rooms of the elvish city. She had never seen beauty like this one. Magic was strong in this place and Willow felt every vibs of the nature calling to her. She lost herself in a world of sensations. When she opened her eyes again, Aragorn was waiting at her side. "Explore as you like. Someone will come to you at dinner time." He went back inside the room, leaving her to her exploration of the city.
Willow didn't know where to start. She might have been walking for hours for all she cared. All she wanted to do was to explore everything. Near an empty area with a couple of trees, she saw Merry, Pippin and Sam embracing an other Hobbit, one she would guess was Frodo. She smiled, glad that he had made it, escaped the black riders. She made her way into the sunlight and Merry saw her. "Willow! How do you feel? No bumps on your head I hope. You scared us when you suddenly fell unconscious."
The redhead winced. "Too much emotions came to my head in a moment." She walked to the group of Hobbits. "And you must be Frodo. I'm glad you escaped the Ringwraiths, whatever that means." Willow frowned when a dark shadow passed on their faces. [Oops! Wrong thing to say, Will.]
She heard someone singing softly and she looked around, trying to locate the sound. There, on a bench underneath a tree sat an old Hobbit writing in a book. She took a step back and let the four young Hobbits fool around. She quickly made her way to the alone Hobbit and sat beside him, looking over his shoulder to see what he was doing. "What are you writing?" she asked.
He startled when he heard the soft voice. "Oh my! You scared me, dear. This is my book." On the first page was written in beautiful calligraphy the title of the book :
There and Back Again
A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins
She flipped the pages, wonderful compendium of charts, images of creatures and weaponery, cultures of differents races and adventures of an hobbit exploring Middle-earth. [So, that is the name of where I am.] She handed back the book to Bilbo. "It's beautiful. You do good job."
A voice interrupted her. "There you are. I've been looking for you for about an hour and here you were speaking calmly with Bilbo."
Willow laughed and turned around, meeting the playful eyes of Aragorn. "You did said I could explore everything and that someone would warn me at dinner time." She stood up and helped Bilbo up, handing him his cane. "Lets go eating! I'm starving!"
The old Hobbit laughed. "Good idea!"
Aragorn led them to the dinner room. Willow stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the room. Silver candlesticks were placed everywhere. A soft smell of sandallwood hung in the air and a light wind came in through the opened double doors leading to a balcony. The room was decorated in the softest materials, in silver and lavender and light greens and blues, giving the entire room a look of elegance and beauty, whole image of a fantasy city. "Wow," she whispered.
Willow was invited to sit between Bilbo and Merry, facing Pippin, Sam and Frodo on the other side of the table. Just beside them was seated Aragorn. He was looking thoughtfully at the female Elf in front of him and Willow gasped when she recognize her as being the woman riding the white horse. At the end of the table, Elrond sat with an old man at his side. She remembered her earlier talk with the lord and guessed the man was Gandalf. She liked the look in his eyes. But something disturbed her. Everything in her was screaming for him. A strong signature of powerful magic filled her mind. [A Wizard!] Surprise was etched on every parts of Willow's face and the Hobbits saw it.
Frodo smiled gently when he saw that Gandalf was the object of her surprise. "Never saw a Wizard before, Willow?" he asked her.
"Actually, I never met an Hobbit nor an Elf. This place is a strange world for me." Then she frowned to herself when she heard how strange that had sound. Magical beings were weird for her when demons, mummy and vampires weren't. [I've lived too long on the Hellmouth.]
After a gastronomic dinner and a show of wonder when seeing how much a single Hobbit could eat, they were all lead to a room next to the dinner room. At the end of it, there was a fire place, fire already dancing, flames caressing the air, warming it. There were already Elves in the room, seated comfortably and singing softly songs in the beautiful elf language.
Willow got lost in her thoughts, hipnotized by the softly spoken words of the singers. Never before had she heard a melody this enchanting. Everything in this city was mesmerizing her. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever thought Elves could be that special.
Elrond had been observing the redhead though the entire dinner. There was something different about her, something special. Magical signature was ever present around her. He had spoken of his observations to his long time friend Gandalf and the wizard had also felt the power surrounding the young woman. He thought it would be a good idea if she came to the secret meeting the council had the next morning and never before is instinct had wronged him.
Finally deciding it was the best solution to maybe know a bit more about the strange redhead, he took his daughter's hand. "Come Arwen. I want you to meet someone." The beautiful Elf stood up with the lord and together, they walked to where Willow was standing. She was near the fire, vision of flame with skin as pale as the moonlight. "Willow," Elrond said. "This is my daughter, Arwen."
Willow smiled, shaking hands with Arwen. "It's an honnor to meet you. You're a wonderful horseback rider." When the brunette Elf shot her a strange look, she understood that she probably had no idea about what she was talking about. "Oh, sorry! I saw you this morning being chased by those black riders."
Not wanting to hear anything else about the Ringwraiths, Elrong cut the conversation. "Willow, there will be a meeting of the council tomorrow morning. You might be interested in what we will debate about. I'd like you to be there."
"Of course, I'll be there," she answered truthfully. The prospect of assisting to one of those Elves council was more that she could hope for. She didn't know how long she would be staying in this world, but she had no intention to ruin her chance to learn about those fairy tales creatures before being stuck back in SunnyHell.
As Elrond went back to his place, she saw Arwen sneak outside with Aragorn and Willow smiled to herself. [Have fun, you two.] She sat beside an elf in the circle. Relaxed, she listened carefully to the lyrics of the songs, having learned long ago in a book the language of the Elves, not that she once thought she would use it. As the song ended, she closed her eyes. For the first time of her life, she would fight her fear and she would sing in front of others.
O môr henion i dhû:
Ely siriar, êl sila
Ai! Aniron Undomiel
Tiro! Êl eria e môr.
I 'lir en êl luitha 'uren.
Ai! Aniron...
Bilbo sat beside her in the empty chair. "I didn't know you could speak elvish." Willow winked at him and she laughed lightly. She sat back comfortably in the chair, ready to enjoy the rest of the evening.