The sky was as blue as the waterfalls of Rivendell and the cool breeze
swept through Jevalia's hair. It has been quite a while since she had
visited her family and couldn't wait for Arwen to arrive with Aragorn and
his four Hobbit friends. As she waited near the entrance, she heard a soft
galloping of a horse not too far away. She put her hand over her brow and
in the corner of her eye, she saw Arwen and a hobbit.
"Arwen! Arwen!" Jevalia called. She ran up to her and the hobbit didn't
look too well. He looked ill and pale-white all over and he seemed to be
"fading". His eyes were much of a bright ice blue color, sort of like mine.
"Frodo had been struck by an accursed knife. Aragorn already gave him some athelas so he should be alright, but not for long," she said calmy. She got off her horse and gently picked up Frodo. Jevalia looked up at Frodo and saw his green cloak hover over him like a warm blanket. She looked closer and saw his left shoulder deeply wounded. Just then, she spotted his necklace which had a ring hanging from it. That ring.....looks awfully familiar and then realized that that was the ring Sauron had made in Mordor. She widened her eyes and was about to ask Arwen why HE, a hobbit, would have it, but just then Elrohir came and gave Arwen some more medicine for Frodo and then took the white horse. Jevalia helped her get Frodo upstairs to his room in the eastern hall of the corridor. His room had marbled flooring and his balcony had a beautiful view of Rivendell. Arwen laid him on the soft, creamy-white bed and just then Gandalf came in.
"He's alright. Just give him a few days to rest," Arwen said and left the room, gently putting her hand on Jevalia's shoulder as she walked out. Gandalf puffed on his pipe and looked at her. He sat down besides Frodo's bed and turned to look at Jevalia. His eyes widened and he said, ++"A! Elenvala, Yallume!" Gandalf had exclaimed. "How long has it been?" he asked. +++"Nae saian luume," she answered. She then looked at Frodo, who had been sleeping peacefully. She nodded and looked at Gandalf. "I will be leaving now, I have a few errands to do before I go to sleep. ++++Quel undome," she smiles and leaves the room. She looks back to see Frodo once more. "Good night, Frodo. Sleep well," she had whispered and turned to the western hall and disappeared up the stairs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Atia and the Elves have finally arrived in Rivendell. They had just arrived to be exact. The journey through the High Pass was the most difficult, but the weather was on their side (the dark cloud grew in the sky and her my heart). During the journey, the Elves became more friendly (esp. when Atia pulled her hair back behind her ears to reveal her elf ears). All along Legolas rode up front with Atia while the others stayed behind. They rarely talked (Legolas and Atia) for they both were consumed in their own thoughts, but the other Elves talked among themselves. Atia knew Legolas was still wondering who she was related to, who her mother was, and more recently, what was inside her locket (which shone against the sun from time to time) and who gave it to her. She guessed he would probably approach her while they were in Rivendell soon so she was prepared. The first thing Atia wanted to do was to see Aragorn, whom she hadn't seen in a very long time. As soon as they arrived and dismounted our horses, Elrond greeted us. Atia had ran up to him and asked him, in ernest-but low so that the others wouldn't here-, if Aragorn had arrived.
"Yes, he is here. He is in the room where Isildur's Sword, Narsil is, reading," he whispered back. She thanked him and ran as fast as her feet could carry them. When she came to the "chamber room" (she calls it that because it is as dank and gloomy grey as a chamber room is) she looked around from left to right and then saw him sitting in a chair which was set up against as small fence on a platform where The Sword was, facing away from her. Atia stopped still and tried not to make any more sounds. Aragorn stirred, but didn't look up from his book. She tip-toed up behind him and put her hands over his eyes.
"Guess who?? Estel!" I whispered.
"My Lady Evenstar?" he asked, and she could feel his mouth smiling.
"No...guess again."
"A....Atia??" he asked with wonder and a little shock. Atia took my hands off.
"Yea." She said softly and smiling. Aragorn smiled and picked her up over the fence and brought her over to the platform.
'He is still so strong, but then again, I am only 5 ft, smaller than an average dwarf (which is 5'2").' She thought. She had no idea why she was so small. Well she is half human/elf. She's heard that there are humans that were unusually small (there are always exceptions to everything, just like some hobbits are just as tall as dwarves). Someday she will find out. As he brought her back down, they embraced.
"Let me look at you." he said, after a moment, standing back with his hands on her shoulders. She looked down at herself then back at him. His eyes were fixed on her locket.
"Would you like to look at it?" Atia asked, taking it off and handing it to him. He didn't answer, but took it and held it gingerly as if it were going to diminish in the wind. He opened it and looked at the picture of them when they were little on one side and the picture of their mother on the other. He touched his mother with his finger.
+"Gwenwin in enninath..." he said.
"I know." she had said, touching his arm. He closed the locket and Atia turned around so he could put it on me again.
"I think you ought to go and get settled now. Elrond wants a word with you, I think."
"Alright. We'll talk again, later." she said. He leaned forward and kissed hre head.
"Now scat!" he said playfully and Atia turned away, briskly walking. She looked behind at him again, sitting back down with his book as she neared the entrance. When she turned back around, she came face to face with a man. She could tell he was from Gondor because of the way he dressed and his face was proud and noble.
"Excuse me." he said and brushed passed me. She looked at him as he headed for Aragorn. Atia wondered if they had business to talk about, and the man looked familiar. Only later did she remember that he was the son of the Steward of Gondor, Denethor. Boromir was his name; proud he was...to proud for her liking.
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Atia had decided not to stick around and headed for the halls where she knew she'd find her room. On her way down the winding path, she saw a woman clad in white moving through the pillars and trees towards her. She saw her face and noticed that it was Arwen.
"Lady Evenstar!" Atia cried, happily.
"Annáre." Arwen said softly, approaching her and kissing my brow.
"Were you looking for Aragorn?" Atia asked.
"Yes." she replied.
"Well, he's in there," she pointed to where she had just come, "but a man from Gondor is in there with him now and I believe they are discussing something."
"Then I will wait. Come, I shall braid your hair for you are in Rivendell now and you need not wear your hair losely. I shall braid it so that when the wind blows it will not tangle." Her fair face welcomed her and Arwen led her towards a white bench where they sat and talked as she gently weaved Atia's hair. Afterwards they went their seperate ways and Atia headed for her room, hoping to find Jevalia (who, she learned was Arwen's sister and was about Atia's age), and to see a hobbit for the first time.
+"Long years have passed."
++"Ah! Elenvala, at last!"
+++"It has been too long."
++++"Good Night."
"Frodo had been struck by an accursed knife. Aragorn already gave him some athelas so he should be alright, but not for long," she said calmy. She got off her horse and gently picked up Frodo. Jevalia looked up at Frodo and saw his green cloak hover over him like a warm blanket. She looked closer and saw his left shoulder deeply wounded. Just then, she spotted his necklace which had a ring hanging from it. That ring.....looks awfully familiar and then realized that that was the ring Sauron had made in Mordor. She widened her eyes and was about to ask Arwen why HE, a hobbit, would have it, but just then Elrohir came and gave Arwen some more medicine for Frodo and then took the white horse. Jevalia helped her get Frodo upstairs to his room in the eastern hall of the corridor. His room had marbled flooring and his balcony had a beautiful view of Rivendell. Arwen laid him on the soft, creamy-white bed and just then Gandalf came in.
"He's alright. Just give him a few days to rest," Arwen said and left the room, gently putting her hand on Jevalia's shoulder as she walked out. Gandalf puffed on his pipe and looked at her. He sat down besides Frodo's bed and turned to look at Jevalia. His eyes widened and he said, ++"A! Elenvala, Yallume!" Gandalf had exclaimed. "How long has it been?" he asked. +++"Nae saian luume," she answered. She then looked at Frodo, who had been sleeping peacefully. She nodded and looked at Gandalf. "I will be leaving now, I have a few errands to do before I go to sleep. ++++Quel undome," she smiles and leaves the room. She looks back to see Frodo once more. "Good night, Frodo. Sleep well," she had whispered and turned to the western hall and disappeared up the stairs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Atia and the Elves have finally arrived in Rivendell. They had just arrived to be exact. The journey through the High Pass was the most difficult, but the weather was on their side (the dark cloud grew in the sky and her my heart). During the journey, the Elves became more friendly (esp. when Atia pulled her hair back behind her ears to reveal her elf ears). All along Legolas rode up front with Atia while the others stayed behind. They rarely talked (Legolas and Atia) for they both were consumed in their own thoughts, but the other Elves talked among themselves. Atia knew Legolas was still wondering who she was related to, who her mother was, and more recently, what was inside her locket (which shone against the sun from time to time) and who gave it to her. She guessed he would probably approach her while they were in Rivendell soon so she was prepared. The first thing Atia wanted to do was to see Aragorn, whom she hadn't seen in a very long time. As soon as they arrived and dismounted our horses, Elrond greeted us. Atia had ran up to him and asked him, in ernest-but low so that the others wouldn't here-, if Aragorn had arrived.
"Yes, he is here. He is in the room where Isildur's Sword, Narsil is, reading," he whispered back. She thanked him and ran as fast as her feet could carry them. When she came to the "chamber room" (she calls it that because it is as dank and gloomy grey as a chamber room is) she looked around from left to right and then saw him sitting in a chair which was set up against as small fence on a platform where The Sword was, facing away from her. Atia stopped still and tried not to make any more sounds. Aragorn stirred, but didn't look up from his book. She tip-toed up behind him and put her hands over his eyes.
"Guess who?? Estel!" I whispered.
"My Lady Evenstar?" he asked, and she could feel his mouth smiling.
"No...guess again."
"A....Atia??" he asked with wonder and a little shock. Atia took my hands off.
"Yea." She said softly and smiling. Aragorn smiled and picked her up over the fence and brought her over to the platform.
'He is still so strong, but then again, I am only 5 ft, smaller than an average dwarf (which is 5'2").' She thought. She had no idea why she was so small. Well she is half human/elf. She's heard that there are humans that were unusually small (there are always exceptions to everything, just like some hobbits are just as tall as dwarves). Someday she will find out. As he brought her back down, they embraced.
"Let me look at you." he said, after a moment, standing back with his hands on her shoulders. She looked down at herself then back at him. His eyes were fixed on her locket.
"Would you like to look at it?" Atia asked, taking it off and handing it to him. He didn't answer, but took it and held it gingerly as if it were going to diminish in the wind. He opened it and looked at the picture of them when they were little on one side and the picture of their mother on the other. He touched his mother with his finger.
+"Gwenwin in enninath..." he said.
"I know." she had said, touching his arm. He closed the locket and Atia turned around so he could put it on me again.
"I think you ought to go and get settled now. Elrond wants a word with you, I think."
"Alright. We'll talk again, later." she said. He leaned forward and kissed hre head.
"Now scat!" he said playfully and Atia turned away, briskly walking. She looked behind at him again, sitting back down with his book as she neared the entrance. When she turned back around, she came face to face with a man. She could tell he was from Gondor because of the way he dressed and his face was proud and noble.
"Excuse me." he said and brushed passed me. She looked at him as he headed for Aragorn. Atia wondered if they had business to talk about, and the man looked familiar. Only later did she remember that he was the son of the Steward of Gondor, Denethor. Boromir was his name; proud he was...to proud for her liking.
~~~~
Atia had decided not to stick around and headed for the halls where she knew she'd find her room. On her way down the winding path, she saw a woman clad in white moving through the pillars and trees towards her. She saw her face and noticed that it was Arwen.
"Lady Evenstar!" Atia cried, happily.
"Annáre." Arwen said softly, approaching her and kissing my brow.
"Were you looking for Aragorn?" Atia asked.
"Yes." she replied.
"Well, he's in there," she pointed to where she had just come, "but a man from Gondor is in there with him now and I believe they are discussing something."
"Then I will wait. Come, I shall braid your hair for you are in Rivendell now and you need not wear your hair losely. I shall braid it so that when the wind blows it will not tangle." Her fair face welcomed her and Arwen led her towards a white bench where they sat and talked as she gently weaved Atia's hair. Afterwards they went their seperate ways and Atia headed for her room, hoping to find Jevalia (who, she learned was Arwen's sister and was about Atia's age), and to see a hobbit for the first time.
+"Long years have passed."
++"Ah! Elenvala, at last!"
+++"It has been too long."
++++"Good Night."