A/N I'm bored so I decided to update. I figured that this story was
becoming a bit of a Mary Sue which I'm trying my absolute best to steer
away from because of the predictability of them. Oh my email is down so if
you reviewed, I didn't get any of them. I know I can just check on my
story, but I'm a wee lazy to do that :p . Enjoy chapter 4!
As we entered Lorien, I felt so much excitement build up, but not enough to over throw my grief. I felt no surprise when we were quickly surrounded by the Lothlorien guards. I raised my head and kept my hardest not to grin.
"Rinwethien?" Haldir asked surprised. He then remembered his duties and led us all to Galadriel. After our invitation was accepted to stay in Lorien I visited with Haldir, my eldest brother.
"What are you doing traveling on such a journey? It is no place for a lady such as you. You could get killed! Does father know of this? If not then you are to be sent home immediately. If so, what illness is upon him to be mad enough to send his daughter to a trail of death!" Haldir was talking a mile a minute. I was well aware of his concerns. Obviously women are not thought of a soldiers or travelers, he still knew me as a weak little girl who's only use was as a healer.
"Brother, I have trained and advanced in skill enough to defend myself better than most men. Why must you still think of me as 'just another woman'? The dark lord cares not of whom he takes life from, man or woman. I have trained many years pre to this fellowship. I wanted to defend myself, should such a dark hour befall me." I answered. Haldir seemed uncomforted by my words.
"I still think that it is a foolish idea to have you go along. But if your will is set....." Haldir sighed. After awhile of stern silence he spoke. "So, how is the rest of the family back home? I missed you all greatly." I spent the rest of the evening telling him news of home.
As the trek was about to set off again, we were all given gifts. I had been given an assortment of different medicines and powders that could make a variety of strong healing potions. I thought it just typical, but at the same time very grateful because as of yet, no one carried such potions on hand, and it was somewhat soothing to know if someone were to be hurt they could be quickly helped.
We were also given custom cloaks and Lorien leaf claps, and on top of that, we received lembas bread and boats! I was astounded at this generosity that was seldom given to travelers, but then again, we were on a very important quest.
I said my farewells to my brother and thanked the Lady Galadriel for her kindness. I helped pack up the white boats and we set off once more, away from security.
The trip by boat seemed to last ages, even for an elf. I began to feel uncomfortable in the open, where we were easy targets for a rain of arrows. I paddled with Legolas as we all went further down the river, Gimli as passenger. I could tell that even though he and Legolas were becoming good friends, he still resented me. I cared not. I know that one should not judge a whole race by rumors or tales, but to make it as sweet as possible, I dislike dwarves. Maybe it is just the destruction of the earth that doesn't appeal to me. I never have been able to figure it out.
We finally docked, and settled for a bit of rest. The threat of approaching orcs ever grew in my mind. Also Boromir was acting very strange, I didn't want to admit to myself that slowly but surely the ring was taking him.
I decided to rest while I had the chance. It must have been a great curiosity for the hobbits to see a sleeping elf, because it is so much different than how other races sleep. Legolas suddenly jerked me from my light slumber.
"Quickly! Do you hear that?" He asked hurriedly. I listened.
"The horn of Gondor!" I exclaimed as I grabbed my sword and followed Legolas and Gimli.
We fought for a long time against this new kind of orcs I was unfamiliar with. I hoped that everyone else was okay. Much to my dismay when we finally found where the horn blasts were coming from, it was too late.
Aragorn held Boromir, who was dying from several arrows that stuck in him. I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. This was too much. At this rate by the time we all reached Mordor, 1 or 2 of us would be alive, maybe even less. I wondered where Sam and Frodo were, since I learned that Pippin and Merry were captured.
After Boromir was cast into the river and down a waterfall, I didn't know what we would do next, now that the ring bearer had gone off with little aid to Mordor. Legolas seemed to think that we were going to go after Frodo and Sam, but Aragorn thought other wise. We were to rescue the other hobbit friends. We all disposed of our excess baggage and started the chase.
As we entered Lorien, I felt so much excitement build up, but not enough to over throw my grief. I felt no surprise when we were quickly surrounded by the Lothlorien guards. I raised my head and kept my hardest not to grin.
"Rinwethien?" Haldir asked surprised. He then remembered his duties and led us all to Galadriel. After our invitation was accepted to stay in Lorien I visited with Haldir, my eldest brother.
"What are you doing traveling on such a journey? It is no place for a lady such as you. You could get killed! Does father know of this? If not then you are to be sent home immediately. If so, what illness is upon him to be mad enough to send his daughter to a trail of death!" Haldir was talking a mile a minute. I was well aware of his concerns. Obviously women are not thought of a soldiers or travelers, he still knew me as a weak little girl who's only use was as a healer.
"Brother, I have trained and advanced in skill enough to defend myself better than most men. Why must you still think of me as 'just another woman'? The dark lord cares not of whom he takes life from, man or woman. I have trained many years pre to this fellowship. I wanted to defend myself, should such a dark hour befall me." I answered. Haldir seemed uncomforted by my words.
"I still think that it is a foolish idea to have you go along. But if your will is set....." Haldir sighed. After awhile of stern silence he spoke. "So, how is the rest of the family back home? I missed you all greatly." I spent the rest of the evening telling him news of home.
As the trek was about to set off again, we were all given gifts. I had been given an assortment of different medicines and powders that could make a variety of strong healing potions. I thought it just typical, but at the same time very grateful because as of yet, no one carried such potions on hand, and it was somewhat soothing to know if someone were to be hurt they could be quickly helped.
We were also given custom cloaks and Lorien leaf claps, and on top of that, we received lembas bread and boats! I was astounded at this generosity that was seldom given to travelers, but then again, we were on a very important quest.
I said my farewells to my brother and thanked the Lady Galadriel for her kindness. I helped pack up the white boats and we set off once more, away from security.
The trip by boat seemed to last ages, even for an elf. I began to feel uncomfortable in the open, where we were easy targets for a rain of arrows. I paddled with Legolas as we all went further down the river, Gimli as passenger. I could tell that even though he and Legolas were becoming good friends, he still resented me. I cared not. I know that one should not judge a whole race by rumors or tales, but to make it as sweet as possible, I dislike dwarves. Maybe it is just the destruction of the earth that doesn't appeal to me. I never have been able to figure it out.
We finally docked, and settled for a bit of rest. The threat of approaching orcs ever grew in my mind. Also Boromir was acting very strange, I didn't want to admit to myself that slowly but surely the ring was taking him.
I decided to rest while I had the chance. It must have been a great curiosity for the hobbits to see a sleeping elf, because it is so much different than how other races sleep. Legolas suddenly jerked me from my light slumber.
"Quickly! Do you hear that?" He asked hurriedly. I listened.
"The horn of Gondor!" I exclaimed as I grabbed my sword and followed Legolas and Gimli.
We fought for a long time against this new kind of orcs I was unfamiliar with. I hoped that everyone else was okay. Much to my dismay when we finally found where the horn blasts were coming from, it was too late.
Aragorn held Boromir, who was dying from several arrows that stuck in him. I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. This was too much. At this rate by the time we all reached Mordor, 1 or 2 of us would be alive, maybe even less. I wondered where Sam and Frodo were, since I learned that Pippin and Merry were captured.
After Boromir was cast into the river and down a waterfall, I didn't know what we would do next, now that the ring bearer had gone off with little aid to Mordor. Legolas seemed to think that we were going to go after Frodo and Sam, but Aragorn thought other wise. We were to rescue the other hobbit friends. We all disposed of our excess baggage and started the chase.