Hello my dear friends. Even though I haven't gotten any reviews I've
decided to continue. Legolas shows up in this chapter!!!! He comes to the
rescue. Elvish is in '' dark elvish is in ~~.
Both horses and the Mehemuth charged over the rain soaked plains. The shrieks of the Nazgûl were growing louder and closer. Frodo clutched at his shoulder. Cold pain was running through the wound that he had received from the Morgul blade during the quest of the ring.
Alanis snaked a hand around his waist as the Mehemuth or Hira, as he had come to know her as, leapt over a rock. Frodo wrapped himself up in Alanis' cloak. The sound of a sword being unsheathed caught his attention. He looked up at Alanis and saw her unsheathing a sword that was strapped to her back. The weapon was terrifying. It was a five-foot long scimitar with a dragon for a hilt. Frodo shuddered as a flash of lightning caused the weapon to gleam dangerously.
He looked ahead and saw some sort of castle in the distance. It was Weathertop! They were headed towards Weathertop! Frodo snuggled into the cloaked and pushed himself up against Alanis' abdomen. He looked up at her hidden face. She looked back down at him.
"You're frightened." She stated.
Frodo nodded
" Not nearly enough." She said, " They want both of us."
"Why?" Frodo asked.
"I cannot explain it." She said, " Elrond has forbidden me to."
The horses continued to race towards Weathertop. Aragorn looked over at Alanis and Frodo. Over the din of the storm he called out to Alanis.
"Go ahead of us!" he called. "You must get away from them!"
Alanis merely nodded and clutched Frodo tightly.
"Hang on tight." She said.
Frodo twined his fingers into Hira's mane. Alanis bent forward and muttered something in a strange language to Hira.
~Like the wind Hira~ she said.
Hira launched herself forward with intense speed. The Mehemuth left the horses in the dust within seconds. Frodo clutched onto Hira's mane as if his life depended on it. He cried out when the Mehemuth vaulted up over the debris and skidded to a stop on the slippery ground.
Alanis hopped to the ground and gently lifted Frodo off of Hira's back. She carried him to a small alcove in the rock and set him down in it.
"You'll be safe here," she said.
With great strength she pushed a fallen statue up against the alcove so that Frodo was hidden but still had room to move and see what was going on.
After a few minutes, Aragorn and the other hobbits skidded to a halt on the slippery ground. Aragorn hopped off of his horse and unsheathed Andûril. The hobbits ran and formed a semi circle around the fallen statue and Frodo. Hira led the horses to a safe place nearby.
Alanis tightened her grip on her sword. She suddenly looked in the direction of Rivendell.
"Lirith?" She asked [1]
Her eyes suddenly flew towards the direction of Bree.
"Here they come."
The shrieks were almost deafening as the Nazgûl charged towards the small group. Aragorn looked at Alanis. They nodded to each other before charging head on into the Nazgûl. Alanis let out a battle cry as she slashed out at the nearest Wraith.
The battle was an intense one. Very soon Alanis and Aragorn stood back-to- back, panting and bloody. The Nazgûl surrounded them. Alanis suddenly sheathed her scimitar and clasped her hands in front of her as though she were praying. A low muttering in a strange language filled the area. The Nazgûl shrieked at the sound and began backing away. Pippin cried out in excitement and looked at Frodo.
"Frodo!" he cried, " She's going to use her dark magic!"
As Alanis chanted the rain began to swirl around her and Aragorn. The King raised his sword and gripped it tightly. The Nazgûl were beginning to regroup and head towards them again.
"Hurry up Elei!" Aragorn cried over the din of the storm.
The rain began to surge around Aragorn and Elei. The Dark Elf pointed one of her palms at the Nazgûl. A thick strip of water in the form of a viper shot out of her palm at the Nazgûl. The Nazgûl shrieked and backed away. One of them leapt over the band of water that was encircling them and charged at Elei. Her scimitar was instantly in her hand.
They all watched in horror as the Nazgûl drew a Morgul Knife out from within the folds of its cloak. As if in slow motion the Nazgûl rammed the blade into her abdomen. At the same time, Alanis ran slammed her scimitar through its head. Just as Elei yanked her sword from the Ring wraith's head, she cried out in pain and fell to the slippery ground with a thud.
Frodo screamed her name and pushed his way out of his hiding place. He ran to her side and dropped to his knees beside her. He looked up and watched as a Ring Wraith raised its sword to strike. As it began to bring the sword down an arrow came out of nowhere and struck the Wraith in the arm. An all to familiar voice cried out in anger and excitement.
"Hey baby!"
~*~
A cloaked figure rode towards Weathertop as fast as possible. He was going to be late he just knew it. He urged his horse to move faster. He looked ahead when he heard an ungodly shriek.
He was horribly late.
Legolas yanked his hood off so that he could get a better look at Weathertop. That was when he heard it. The cry of a woman in sheer agony echoed across the rain soaked plains. He urged his horse to a near impossible speed. He leapt off the still running horse as he reached the fallen tower. He bolted up the hill and came upon a horrid sight.
Frodo was kneeling next to a cloaked figure that was lying on the ground. A Morgul Blade lay near by. The figure, a woman judging by the slight bulge at her chest, lay in an ever-growing pool of silvery blood. He cried out to let his presence be known and dove into the fray.
~*~
Frodo knelt there, cradling Alanis' head in lap. She was still alive but very weak. Tears fell from his eyes as he held her hands. Her face, still hidden by her hood, was freezing. He looked up blankly as a blonde figure hacked away at the Nazgûl with elven knives.
The first thing he noticed about Legolas was that his hair was longer, much longer. The blonde locks now came down to his waist. His bangs, usually pulled away from his face, came shooting off his head then they came down in a graceful arc[2].
He watched Legolas carefully. The elf fought with the spirit of a wolf and then some. His long legs propelled him all over the place. One second the elf was in one place, the next second he was several feet from where he was before.
After several more minutes of intense battle, the Nazgûl finally fled.
Aragorn raced over to Alanis' wounded form. He picked up the Morgul blade and sighed angrily. The blade turned to dust before he threw it to the ground.
Alanis gave a violent shudder just as Legolas ran over to them.
"They've gone," he said, "what could have scared them I do not know."
It was then that he looked at the wounded body of Alanis. His heart wrenched when he saw young Frodo in tears.
"Please Alanis!" The hobbit sobbed, "Don't die!"
Aragorn laid a hand on the young hobbit's shoulder.
"I will not let her die!" he promised.
Pippin, also in tears, joined them
"How do you know?" he asked, "she's not normal Strider!"
Legolas narrowed his beautiful aquamarine eyes.
"What do you mean not normal?"
Aragorn glanced up at his friend.
"Alanis, is a Dark Elf." he said.
Legolas gasped. His eyes widened as the memory of an old friend struck him. He looked down at the dieing girl and nearly fell to his knees in tears.
"We must get her to Rivendell as fast as possible." He said suddenly and with great courage.
The hobbits gasped and looked up at Legolas in wonder. Never had they seen their elf friend look so determined. Aragorn sighed and gently lifted Alanis off the ground. He knew why Legolas was so determined.
"Legolas." he said, "you know that helping her won't bring Alustriel back."
Legolas sighed.
"I know" he said quietly. "but in helping her, I feel like I'm apologizing to Alustriel. it'll at least take away some of the pain"
The hobbits watched the exchange with confused looks on they're faces. Who was this Alustriel? And why did Legolas look so sad all of the sudden?
The soft sound of hooves hitting stone caught their attention. Hira had come to see what was wrong. The Mehemuth reared back and screamed when she say her friend laying motionless in Aragorn's arms. Legolas raced over to the great mare and quickly soothed her with soft elvish words.
"Hira?" he asked.
The Mehemuth gently nodded her head. Legolas' knees nearly gave way.
Aragorn came and stood next to the horse.
' Stay with the hobbits' he said ' I shall take her to Rivendell.'
Legolas shook his head.
'No Aragorn.' he said, ' I'm the faster rider. Plus I know Hira better than you do. She trusts me.'
Aragorn sighed and nodded in agreement. He watched as Legolas climbed on to Hira's back. Legolas reached out his arms and Aragorn handed him Alanis' limp form.
Aragorn watched as Legolas got Alanis settled in front of him before reaching out and taking Legolas' hand. The blonde beauty looked down at him.
'Ride as fast as you can.' He said. ' Don't stop for anything. I don't know how much time she has. When you get to Rivendell, tell Arwen not to worry, and that I love her.'
Legolas nodded silently.
Aragorn placed a gentle kiss on the back of Legolas' hand.
The elf leaned forward and whispered a few words to the Mehemuth in a language he hadn't used in years.
~ Like lightning Hira.~
With that the beast raced off at great speed.
Frodo let out a fresh sob and collapsed against Sam. He gripped on to Sam's shirt and cried out his agony and fears.
Aragorn, also disturbed by the events, finally regained his composure.
"Come my friends." He called " we must hurry to Rivendell."
He watched silently as the hobbits hurried about gathering they're fallen packs. Merry and Pippin were the first ones ready to leave. When everyone was ready the small group raced off towards Rivendell on horseback. All of them hoping and praying that their new friend would survive the night.
~*~
Legolas' mind was plagued by memories of his dear friend Alustriel as Hira charged across the plains. The had made what would normally be a three day journey in under five minutes.
That was when the shrieks began.
Seven wraiths materialized around them. Legolas looked about him in horror. He urged Hira to move faster. And that is exactly what she did. She quickly sped in front of the wraiths.
Legolas looked ahead of him and nearly cried out in joy as he saw the lights of Rivendell quickly approaching. The Mehemuth charged head on into the forest and into the valley. Hira charged through the doors of the house of Elrond and skidded to a halt in the entrance hall.
As the Nazgûl approached, Lord Elrond came down the stairs running. The Nazgûl fled at the sight of him. Legolas climbed down off of Hira's back just as dawn was lighting the sky.
He gently pulled Alanis off the Mehemuth's back he turned and looked at Elrond as he held the Dark Elf's limp form. Elrond gasped at the sight of her and looked at Legolas in anger and confusion.
"What happened?" he demanded
"She was stabbed by a Morgul blade." Legolas said breathlessly.
A shriek caught their attention. Standing at the top of the stairs was a very sleepy looking Arwen and a terrified hobbit girl with long curly brown hair and eyes the color of jade. The young woman practically threw herself down the stairs.
"Alanis!" she cried.
At this Arwen's eyes widened and she ran down the stairs after the hobbit.
Elrond reached out and grabbed hold of the sobbing hobbit girl before she could get to Alanis.
"Cerridwyn," Elrond said gently, "We'll take care of her. She'll be just fine."
With that Elrond led them down a hallway towards the healing chambers.
~*~
Images and words soar through Alanis' blurred mind as she began to wake up for the first time since Weathertop.
"W-where am I?" she asked as she slowly opened her eyes.
"In Rivendell young apprentice." Said an all too familiar voice. "And it is 9:27 in the morning on October the 20th in case you are wondering."
As Alanis' vision cleared she discovered that she was lying in a bed in a chamber that was filled with the morning sunlight. She looked down at herself and noticed that her cloak had been removed and that all she wore was a large night shirt. She looked to the side of the bed and saw someone that she hadn't seen since her childhood in Lothlorien.
"Master Gandalf!" She cried out with joy.
Gandalf smiled gently and hugged her.
"'Tis so good to see you again my little one."
He held her at an arms length and looked her over.
" I stand corrected," he said " You are no longer a little girl, but a fully grown young woman. Not only are you grown but you are as beautiful as the night sky."
He brushed a few strands of floor length silver hair away from her face. A rosy flush suddenly graced her cheeks.
"Master," She said calmly, "I am not beautiful."
Gandalf raised an eyebrow
"If you say so" he chuckled.
"Ah, I see that you are awake." Said a voice from the doorway.
Alanis looked and watched as Elrond entered the room. He smiled gently as he came to stand by the bed.
"Good morning Alustriel." He said gently. "You have a visitor."
With that he looked to the doorway. Frodo stood there and stared in awe at the vision of loveliness that rested on the bed.
"Alanis!" He cried suddenly and raced toward her.
The hobbit leapt up onto the bed and into Alanis' waiting arms.
Elrond and Gandalf chuckled as they watched the two on the bed.
"Alanis! " Frodo said " We thought we'd lost you!"
Alanis laughed
"Frodo you know I'd never leave you."
"Young Frodo here has come to see you everyday since he arrived." Elrond said
It was then at a very sassy voice came from the doorway.
"It's about time!"
A young hobbit woman wearing green leggings and a black shirt entered the room. Alanis let go of Frodo and put a smirk on her face as the young woman entered the room. With a toss of her long curly brown hair, the newcomer approached the bed.
" Alanis you are a fool. Don't you every do that to me again."
"Well excuse me Cerridwyn!" Alanis said. " It isn't my fault Aragorn can't fight to save his own ass!"
Cerridwyn crawled up on to the bed. It was then that Frodo notice that Cerridwyn was wearing shoes. The former ring bearer's eyes widened. Up close Cerridwyn didn't look like a hobbit at all! Her feet were smaller than they should have been. Her skin was very pale, she had very large almond eyes and full lips.
"Excuse me, " Frodo said gently, "I don't mean to be rude but what exactly are you."
Cerridwyn turned a glare in his direction but a smile lit up her face when she saw him.
"My name is Cerridwyn Dart leaf, daughter of Princess Mairin of the Dark Faeries. And in answer to your question I am half Dark Faerie half hobbit."
At this Cerridwyn giggled.
"Oh and I almost forgot!" she said. " I am also Alanis' life bonded."
"I'm Frodo Baggins of the Shire."
"Hi Frodo!!!" Cerridwyn cried
Elrond cleared his throat.
"Why don't we all go and eat breakfast so Alanis can get dressed hmm?"
With that everyone left to allow Alanis to clean and dress herself.
[1] Ancient Dandrien (Dark Elvin) for "Elf"
[2] think Sephiroth ^.^
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Both horses and the Mehemuth charged over the rain soaked plains. The shrieks of the Nazgûl were growing louder and closer. Frodo clutched at his shoulder. Cold pain was running through the wound that he had received from the Morgul blade during the quest of the ring.
Alanis snaked a hand around his waist as the Mehemuth or Hira, as he had come to know her as, leapt over a rock. Frodo wrapped himself up in Alanis' cloak. The sound of a sword being unsheathed caught his attention. He looked up at Alanis and saw her unsheathing a sword that was strapped to her back. The weapon was terrifying. It was a five-foot long scimitar with a dragon for a hilt. Frodo shuddered as a flash of lightning caused the weapon to gleam dangerously.
He looked ahead and saw some sort of castle in the distance. It was Weathertop! They were headed towards Weathertop! Frodo snuggled into the cloaked and pushed himself up against Alanis' abdomen. He looked up at her hidden face. She looked back down at him.
"You're frightened." She stated.
Frodo nodded
" Not nearly enough." She said, " They want both of us."
"Why?" Frodo asked.
"I cannot explain it." She said, " Elrond has forbidden me to."
The horses continued to race towards Weathertop. Aragorn looked over at Alanis and Frodo. Over the din of the storm he called out to Alanis.
"Go ahead of us!" he called. "You must get away from them!"
Alanis merely nodded and clutched Frodo tightly.
"Hang on tight." She said.
Frodo twined his fingers into Hira's mane. Alanis bent forward and muttered something in a strange language to Hira.
~Like the wind Hira~ she said.
Hira launched herself forward with intense speed. The Mehemuth left the horses in the dust within seconds. Frodo clutched onto Hira's mane as if his life depended on it. He cried out when the Mehemuth vaulted up over the debris and skidded to a stop on the slippery ground.
Alanis hopped to the ground and gently lifted Frodo off of Hira's back. She carried him to a small alcove in the rock and set him down in it.
"You'll be safe here," she said.
With great strength she pushed a fallen statue up against the alcove so that Frodo was hidden but still had room to move and see what was going on.
After a few minutes, Aragorn and the other hobbits skidded to a halt on the slippery ground. Aragorn hopped off of his horse and unsheathed Andûril. The hobbits ran and formed a semi circle around the fallen statue and Frodo. Hira led the horses to a safe place nearby.
Alanis tightened her grip on her sword. She suddenly looked in the direction of Rivendell.
"Lirith?" She asked [1]
Her eyes suddenly flew towards the direction of Bree.
"Here they come."
The shrieks were almost deafening as the Nazgûl charged towards the small group. Aragorn looked at Alanis. They nodded to each other before charging head on into the Nazgûl. Alanis let out a battle cry as she slashed out at the nearest Wraith.
The battle was an intense one. Very soon Alanis and Aragorn stood back-to- back, panting and bloody. The Nazgûl surrounded them. Alanis suddenly sheathed her scimitar and clasped her hands in front of her as though she were praying. A low muttering in a strange language filled the area. The Nazgûl shrieked at the sound and began backing away. Pippin cried out in excitement and looked at Frodo.
"Frodo!" he cried, " She's going to use her dark magic!"
As Alanis chanted the rain began to swirl around her and Aragorn. The King raised his sword and gripped it tightly. The Nazgûl were beginning to regroup and head towards them again.
"Hurry up Elei!" Aragorn cried over the din of the storm.
The rain began to surge around Aragorn and Elei. The Dark Elf pointed one of her palms at the Nazgûl. A thick strip of water in the form of a viper shot out of her palm at the Nazgûl. The Nazgûl shrieked and backed away. One of them leapt over the band of water that was encircling them and charged at Elei. Her scimitar was instantly in her hand.
They all watched in horror as the Nazgûl drew a Morgul Knife out from within the folds of its cloak. As if in slow motion the Nazgûl rammed the blade into her abdomen. At the same time, Alanis ran slammed her scimitar through its head. Just as Elei yanked her sword from the Ring wraith's head, she cried out in pain and fell to the slippery ground with a thud.
Frodo screamed her name and pushed his way out of his hiding place. He ran to her side and dropped to his knees beside her. He looked up and watched as a Ring Wraith raised its sword to strike. As it began to bring the sword down an arrow came out of nowhere and struck the Wraith in the arm. An all to familiar voice cried out in anger and excitement.
"Hey baby!"
~*~
A cloaked figure rode towards Weathertop as fast as possible. He was going to be late he just knew it. He urged his horse to move faster. He looked ahead when he heard an ungodly shriek.
He was horribly late.
Legolas yanked his hood off so that he could get a better look at Weathertop. That was when he heard it. The cry of a woman in sheer agony echoed across the rain soaked plains. He urged his horse to a near impossible speed. He leapt off the still running horse as he reached the fallen tower. He bolted up the hill and came upon a horrid sight.
Frodo was kneeling next to a cloaked figure that was lying on the ground. A Morgul Blade lay near by. The figure, a woman judging by the slight bulge at her chest, lay in an ever-growing pool of silvery blood. He cried out to let his presence be known and dove into the fray.
~*~
Frodo knelt there, cradling Alanis' head in lap. She was still alive but very weak. Tears fell from his eyes as he held her hands. Her face, still hidden by her hood, was freezing. He looked up blankly as a blonde figure hacked away at the Nazgûl with elven knives.
The first thing he noticed about Legolas was that his hair was longer, much longer. The blonde locks now came down to his waist. His bangs, usually pulled away from his face, came shooting off his head then they came down in a graceful arc[2].
He watched Legolas carefully. The elf fought with the spirit of a wolf and then some. His long legs propelled him all over the place. One second the elf was in one place, the next second he was several feet from where he was before.
After several more minutes of intense battle, the Nazgûl finally fled.
Aragorn raced over to Alanis' wounded form. He picked up the Morgul blade and sighed angrily. The blade turned to dust before he threw it to the ground.
Alanis gave a violent shudder just as Legolas ran over to them.
"They've gone," he said, "what could have scared them I do not know."
It was then that he looked at the wounded body of Alanis. His heart wrenched when he saw young Frodo in tears.
"Please Alanis!" The hobbit sobbed, "Don't die!"
Aragorn laid a hand on the young hobbit's shoulder.
"I will not let her die!" he promised.
Pippin, also in tears, joined them
"How do you know?" he asked, "she's not normal Strider!"
Legolas narrowed his beautiful aquamarine eyes.
"What do you mean not normal?"
Aragorn glanced up at his friend.
"Alanis, is a Dark Elf." he said.
Legolas gasped. His eyes widened as the memory of an old friend struck him. He looked down at the dieing girl and nearly fell to his knees in tears.
"We must get her to Rivendell as fast as possible." He said suddenly and with great courage.
The hobbits gasped and looked up at Legolas in wonder. Never had they seen their elf friend look so determined. Aragorn sighed and gently lifted Alanis off the ground. He knew why Legolas was so determined.
"Legolas." he said, "you know that helping her won't bring Alustriel back."
Legolas sighed.
"I know" he said quietly. "but in helping her, I feel like I'm apologizing to Alustriel. it'll at least take away some of the pain"
The hobbits watched the exchange with confused looks on they're faces. Who was this Alustriel? And why did Legolas look so sad all of the sudden?
The soft sound of hooves hitting stone caught their attention. Hira had come to see what was wrong. The Mehemuth reared back and screamed when she say her friend laying motionless in Aragorn's arms. Legolas raced over to the great mare and quickly soothed her with soft elvish words.
"Hira?" he asked.
The Mehemuth gently nodded her head. Legolas' knees nearly gave way.
Aragorn came and stood next to the horse.
' Stay with the hobbits' he said ' I shall take her to Rivendell.'
Legolas shook his head.
'No Aragorn.' he said, ' I'm the faster rider. Plus I know Hira better than you do. She trusts me.'
Aragorn sighed and nodded in agreement. He watched as Legolas climbed on to Hira's back. Legolas reached out his arms and Aragorn handed him Alanis' limp form.
Aragorn watched as Legolas got Alanis settled in front of him before reaching out and taking Legolas' hand. The blonde beauty looked down at him.
'Ride as fast as you can.' He said. ' Don't stop for anything. I don't know how much time she has. When you get to Rivendell, tell Arwen not to worry, and that I love her.'
Legolas nodded silently.
Aragorn placed a gentle kiss on the back of Legolas' hand.
The elf leaned forward and whispered a few words to the Mehemuth in a language he hadn't used in years.
~ Like lightning Hira.~
With that the beast raced off at great speed.
Frodo let out a fresh sob and collapsed against Sam. He gripped on to Sam's shirt and cried out his agony and fears.
Aragorn, also disturbed by the events, finally regained his composure.
"Come my friends." He called " we must hurry to Rivendell."
He watched silently as the hobbits hurried about gathering they're fallen packs. Merry and Pippin were the first ones ready to leave. When everyone was ready the small group raced off towards Rivendell on horseback. All of them hoping and praying that their new friend would survive the night.
~*~
Legolas' mind was plagued by memories of his dear friend Alustriel as Hira charged across the plains. The had made what would normally be a three day journey in under five minutes.
That was when the shrieks began.
Seven wraiths materialized around them. Legolas looked about him in horror. He urged Hira to move faster. And that is exactly what she did. She quickly sped in front of the wraiths.
Legolas looked ahead of him and nearly cried out in joy as he saw the lights of Rivendell quickly approaching. The Mehemuth charged head on into the forest and into the valley. Hira charged through the doors of the house of Elrond and skidded to a halt in the entrance hall.
As the Nazgûl approached, Lord Elrond came down the stairs running. The Nazgûl fled at the sight of him. Legolas climbed down off of Hira's back just as dawn was lighting the sky.
He gently pulled Alanis off the Mehemuth's back he turned and looked at Elrond as he held the Dark Elf's limp form. Elrond gasped at the sight of her and looked at Legolas in anger and confusion.
"What happened?" he demanded
"She was stabbed by a Morgul blade." Legolas said breathlessly.
A shriek caught their attention. Standing at the top of the stairs was a very sleepy looking Arwen and a terrified hobbit girl with long curly brown hair and eyes the color of jade. The young woman practically threw herself down the stairs.
"Alanis!" she cried.
At this Arwen's eyes widened and she ran down the stairs after the hobbit.
Elrond reached out and grabbed hold of the sobbing hobbit girl before she could get to Alanis.
"Cerridwyn," Elrond said gently, "We'll take care of her. She'll be just fine."
With that Elrond led them down a hallway towards the healing chambers.
~*~
Images and words soar through Alanis' blurred mind as she began to wake up for the first time since Weathertop.
"W-where am I?" she asked as she slowly opened her eyes.
"In Rivendell young apprentice." Said an all too familiar voice. "And it is 9:27 in the morning on October the 20th in case you are wondering."
As Alanis' vision cleared she discovered that she was lying in a bed in a chamber that was filled with the morning sunlight. She looked down at herself and noticed that her cloak had been removed and that all she wore was a large night shirt. She looked to the side of the bed and saw someone that she hadn't seen since her childhood in Lothlorien.
"Master Gandalf!" She cried out with joy.
Gandalf smiled gently and hugged her.
"'Tis so good to see you again my little one."
He held her at an arms length and looked her over.
" I stand corrected," he said " You are no longer a little girl, but a fully grown young woman. Not only are you grown but you are as beautiful as the night sky."
He brushed a few strands of floor length silver hair away from her face. A rosy flush suddenly graced her cheeks.
"Master," She said calmly, "I am not beautiful."
Gandalf raised an eyebrow
"If you say so" he chuckled.
"Ah, I see that you are awake." Said a voice from the doorway.
Alanis looked and watched as Elrond entered the room. He smiled gently as he came to stand by the bed.
"Good morning Alustriel." He said gently. "You have a visitor."
With that he looked to the doorway. Frodo stood there and stared in awe at the vision of loveliness that rested on the bed.
"Alanis!" He cried suddenly and raced toward her.
The hobbit leapt up onto the bed and into Alanis' waiting arms.
Elrond and Gandalf chuckled as they watched the two on the bed.
"Alanis! " Frodo said " We thought we'd lost you!"
Alanis laughed
"Frodo you know I'd never leave you."
"Young Frodo here has come to see you everyday since he arrived." Elrond said
It was then at a very sassy voice came from the doorway.
"It's about time!"
A young hobbit woman wearing green leggings and a black shirt entered the room. Alanis let go of Frodo and put a smirk on her face as the young woman entered the room. With a toss of her long curly brown hair, the newcomer approached the bed.
" Alanis you are a fool. Don't you every do that to me again."
"Well excuse me Cerridwyn!" Alanis said. " It isn't my fault Aragorn can't fight to save his own ass!"
Cerridwyn crawled up on to the bed. It was then that Frodo notice that Cerridwyn was wearing shoes. The former ring bearer's eyes widened. Up close Cerridwyn didn't look like a hobbit at all! Her feet were smaller than they should have been. Her skin was very pale, she had very large almond eyes and full lips.
"Excuse me, " Frodo said gently, "I don't mean to be rude but what exactly are you."
Cerridwyn turned a glare in his direction but a smile lit up her face when she saw him.
"My name is Cerridwyn Dart leaf, daughter of Princess Mairin of the Dark Faeries. And in answer to your question I am half Dark Faerie half hobbit."
At this Cerridwyn giggled.
"Oh and I almost forgot!" she said. " I am also Alanis' life bonded."
"I'm Frodo Baggins of the Shire."
"Hi Frodo!!!" Cerridwyn cried
Elrond cleared his throat.
"Why don't we all go and eat breakfast so Alanis can get dressed hmm?"
With that everyone left to allow Alanis to clean and dress herself.
[1] Ancient Dandrien (Dark Elvin) for "Elf"
[2] think Sephiroth ^.^
So what did you think? Remember the review button is your friend.