Three elves took Legolas from Aragorn and ran up into a large wooden
building with a design that of Rivendale. The others were shown to a
different, smaller building with an inside with a design that of
Lothlorien. Lighting was silver with a hint of blue or green, candles shown
from all the corners. The windows contained no doors only balconies and
winding stairs led up to another level. This elven refuge was hidden
between two great mountains. Gondor over one mountain and Mordor over the
other. Out side the windows the grass was as green as could be, flowers
sprouted everywhere, waterfalls and small rivers ran between the village
and trees not only added cover but shade for hot days such as this. Once
Gimli, Aragorn, and the two hobbits were shown to their rooms, they lost
sight of the elven women.
Meanwhile in Legolas's room, the king of the village was treating him. Once the wound was properly bandaged, the King left and the girl they met earlier came in. She wore a white sequenced dress with a see-through over coat that had long and wide sleeves. Her brown and blonde hair was down and wavy. Two braids decorated the sides of her head and half was pulled back behind her head and curled. She made her way over to Legolas and pulled a chair next to him. There she sat and sang softly in a quiet voice to him. She sang in elvish, the language of both of their people. As the song was nearing an end, Legolas's eyes slowly started to open. He noticed someone sitting beside him, she was singing. All he could think about was her voice, he felt no pain from his wound, the voice seemed to help him heal. He looked up and watched her sing, to him, she seemed to have a glowing white light around her kind of what he saw in Lothlorien around Galadriel. She resembled an angel without wings. She noticed that he was awake and looking at her. She stopped singing and smiled down at him.
"You're awake, how do you feel?" she wondered. He sat up in the bed in which he lay and the covers slid down to his lower stomach. He smiled at her and then noticed that he sat before her wearing no shirt only a bandage. He slowly laid back down and pulled the covers up to his shoulders.
"I can feel no pain," he replied.
"Good, my father has treated you well. If you are willing, supper shall be served in a little while, I shall come and summon you," she offered.
"How long have I laid asleep here?" he questioned.
"No longer than a day," she answered. She stood up and moved the chair back to the side of the room. She started to walk to the door then looked back and smiled at him, then left the room, carefully shutting the door.
Pippin and Merry decided to go for a walk in the courtyard between the two buildings before their feast. In the middle of a circle of flowers stood a stone statue of an elven maiden with her arms outstretched with a bird in one hand and a crown in the other. A saying was written around the base in high elvish, a language that they couldn't read since they weren't school in that language. A small pond was to their left and its water was clear containing three small fish and a frog on a large lily pad. As they were finishing their walk around the circle gazing at the beautiful landscaping of the elves, they saw Frodo and Sam come out from under the arced bridge connecting two other small buildings. They ran to each other and hugged and cried. They cried tears of joy, not sadness for the thought of their friends' deaths lingered in their minds since their departure of each other. They sat on a stone bench and talked for an extended amount of time about their adventures, perils, hardships and even how they came to be here. Sam told them that after he and Frodo had run into Gollum that they had fallen into Shelobs layer. Once they escaped, barely, Frodo had become paralyzed by her bite. They had just gotten over the one mountain when they we spotted by a group of elves and led here where Frodo was to be treated. As their conversation started to slow down a bell chimed high from one of the smaller buildings.
"Supper's ready," Frodo laughed.
They made their way out of the courtyard and into the largest building in the village. They entered a large room with a large rectangular table with a long, thin silver cloth on it. A chair sat at the two heads of the table with numerous chairs on either side. Windows as tall as the walls themselves decorated the walls. Through the windows you could see both waterfalls, fields, and streams that ran in the valley that these elves lived in. White china was being placed in front of each chair and along side the plates sat the most beautiful silver ware they had ever seen. There were four taller chairs one right next to the other for the four hobbits, or so they guessed. Crystal wineglasses sat above the plates and were already being filled with the reddest wine they had ever seen. It sparkled like the gems in the caves of the dwarves or like sun bouncing off water.
Meanwhile in Legolas's room, the king of the village was treating him. Once the wound was properly bandaged, the King left and the girl they met earlier came in. She wore a white sequenced dress with a see-through over coat that had long and wide sleeves. Her brown and blonde hair was down and wavy. Two braids decorated the sides of her head and half was pulled back behind her head and curled. She made her way over to Legolas and pulled a chair next to him. There she sat and sang softly in a quiet voice to him. She sang in elvish, the language of both of their people. As the song was nearing an end, Legolas's eyes slowly started to open. He noticed someone sitting beside him, she was singing. All he could think about was her voice, he felt no pain from his wound, the voice seemed to help him heal. He looked up and watched her sing, to him, she seemed to have a glowing white light around her kind of what he saw in Lothlorien around Galadriel. She resembled an angel without wings. She noticed that he was awake and looking at her. She stopped singing and smiled down at him.
"You're awake, how do you feel?" she wondered. He sat up in the bed in which he lay and the covers slid down to his lower stomach. He smiled at her and then noticed that he sat before her wearing no shirt only a bandage. He slowly laid back down and pulled the covers up to his shoulders.
"I can feel no pain," he replied.
"Good, my father has treated you well. If you are willing, supper shall be served in a little while, I shall come and summon you," she offered.
"How long have I laid asleep here?" he questioned.
"No longer than a day," she answered. She stood up and moved the chair back to the side of the room. She started to walk to the door then looked back and smiled at him, then left the room, carefully shutting the door.
Pippin and Merry decided to go for a walk in the courtyard between the two buildings before their feast. In the middle of a circle of flowers stood a stone statue of an elven maiden with her arms outstretched with a bird in one hand and a crown in the other. A saying was written around the base in high elvish, a language that they couldn't read since they weren't school in that language. A small pond was to their left and its water was clear containing three small fish and a frog on a large lily pad. As they were finishing their walk around the circle gazing at the beautiful landscaping of the elves, they saw Frodo and Sam come out from under the arced bridge connecting two other small buildings. They ran to each other and hugged and cried. They cried tears of joy, not sadness for the thought of their friends' deaths lingered in their minds since their departure of each other. They sat on a stone bench and talked for an extended amount of time about their adventures, perils, hardships and even how they came to be here. Sam told them that after he and Frodo had run into Gollum that they had fallen into Shelobs layer. Once they escaped, barely, Frodo had become paralyzed by her bite. They had just gotten over the one mountain when they we spotted by a group of elves and led here where Frodo was to be treated. As their conversation started to slow down a bell chimed high from one of the smaller buildings.
"Supper's ready," Frodo laughed.
They made their way out of the courtyard and into the largest building in the village. They entered a large room with a large rectangular table with a long, thin silver cloth on it. A chair sat at the two heads of the table with numerous chairs on either side. Windows as tall as the walls themselves decorated the walls. Through the windows you could see both waterfalls, fields, and streams that ran in the valley that these elves lived in. White china was being placed in front of each chair and along side the plates sat the most beautiful silver ware they had ever seen. There were four taller chairs one right next to the other for the four hobbits, or so they guessed. Crystal wineglasses sat above the plates and were already being filled with the reddest wine they had ever seen. It sparkled like the gems in the caves of the dwarves or like sun bouncing off water.