Vetauriel: Daughter
By Lego Freak 81
Props to Laura for the title. Thanks so much!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters in Lord of the Rings. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, so don't sue me. Also, much of the writing in this chapter is from the movie "The Fellowship of the Ring", which I do not own either.
Author's note: In the first chapter, a lot of the dialogue is from the movie "The Fellowship of the Ring". There will not be as much in later chapters. Some things in this story might not be realistic, but I don't care. This is my story and I'll write it how I want to.
AU, OC, Mary-Sue. Another 'girl joins the Fellowship' stories. Please don't read if you don't like these kind of stories. With a warrior spirit, Vetauriel battles to win the acceptions of her comrades. Part 1 of a 3 part story. R & R please!
Intro)
"Aragorn, A'maelamin, please come back!" Arwen's voice flowed across the land, but Aragorn did not turn around.
Arwen collapsed, kneeling on the floor, sobbing. He was never coming back.
Chapter 1)
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." Elrond moved his hand toward the centerpiece.
Frodo cautiously got up and laid the ring in the center.
"So it is true." The man Vetauriel knew as Boromir spoke, a hand stroking his chin thoughtfully.
An elf, Dûnepheliel, stared in awe. "The doom of man." (A.N. I don't know the name of the elf who said that line, so I made up a name)
Vetauriel watched, intrigued at the reactions of the strongest and most powerful of the leading races reacted to the small band of gold, for that is all she saw it as, a band of gold. Of course, she knew this was the ring of the Dark Lord. The all-powerful ring. The ring that could destroy everything in Middle Earth and bring back the Dark Times.
Perhaps, she pondered, she was too young in the time of man or elf to desire the ring. According to human time, she was now a woman, having been in existence for about 17 years. However, in elf years, she was considered a new child. She was an elandili, a half elf. Vetauriel considered herself more elf than man. She had lived forever with elves, and was prouder of her elven side. She knew almost nothing about her human side.
Vetauriel was always a wonder to her family and friends. Though considered young in the elf world, her intelligence and maturity level were that of a much older elf. Her body grew at the rate of a human. She was now slender and slightly curved, but still held a muscular, powerful build of a human.
No one could deny, however, that she was an elf. She had inherited the silky, long, brown hair and deep grey eyes of her mother. She had a pair of pointed ears to match her porcelain face.
Not only was her beauty that of an elf, but her skills as well. She had the elven hearing, balance, speed, and precision. Her accuracy was one of reliance and she could see as far as any elf, also being gifted in the skills of the bow and arrow. Yet, her favorite weapon remained the sword, strong and powerful. She could slash rapidly and perfectly. Many a time when she was younger would she tease her servants by slashing her sword and halting a mere half-inch from their throats. Her grandfather would constantly reprimand her at her impudence, but any could notice the pride of his granddaughter's skills beaming out from deceitful eyes.
She caught sight of her grandfather's face, smiling at her, as if trying to comprehend her thoughts. "Amin mela lle," he mouthed to her. She smiled and returned it. 'I love you,' she thought the words through in the speech of man as well.
Vetauriel's thoughts were broken by Boromir once again speaking with rapidly approaching anger in his tone. "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring?" He paused and stood up, trying to loom above the rest in control. "Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor ('Ah, so he is to be the Steward of his land,' Vetauriel thought, giving logic to the control and power she could feel this man desired) kept the forces of Mordor at bay by the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
There was instant muttering. Vetauriel could make out at least one, "Amin n'rangwa edanea (I do not understand these humans)".
But then there was one man who took control. He seemed vaguely familiar, but Vetauriel could not place him. Perhaps he had stopped here before. When he spoke, all the others, man, elf, dwarf and hobbit gave up their ears to listen. "You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master." Out of the corner of her sharp eye, Vetauriel could see her grandfather look upon this human with. something. Vetauriel could not place this look in his eyes. It was one she had never seen before. Perhaps hate, displeasure, anger.
Boromir spoke again, disapprovingly. "And what would a Ranger know of this matter?" Vetauriel was sure that in Gondor, no person who wanted a secure life would argue with Boromir, son of Denethor, future Steward of Gondor.
Vetauriel shifted in her seat. She could sense a fight approaching.
Suddenly, one elf leapt up. Vetauriel knew she had never seen him before. She would have remembered his perfect face and his long, golden hair. "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
Vetauriel could feel her jaw tightening, her eyes narrowing. This was Aragorn. She hated him. She knew her grandfather was watching her, but she didn't care. This man had killed her mother. She wanted to cut him apart piece by piece. But somewhere inside her heart she cared for him, no matter what she tried to force herself not to. Aragorn was he ada, her father.
Boromir spoke once again. "Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?"
The handsome elf spoke again. His voice was strong, yet smooth as the calmest river. "And heir to the throne of Gondor."
Vetauriel admired the elf's courage to stick up for Aragorn, (she still could not find it in her heart to even think of him as 'father'), but she did not particularly care for his taste in allies.
Boromir seemed about to retort when Aragorn said, "Havo dad, Legolas."
So the elf's name was Legolas. Vetauriel liked the sound of his name.
Boromir, however, had to get in one last word. "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king."
Vetauriel could feel her hand tighten around the hilt of her sword. She felt an urge to part this man's head from the rest of his body. Her grandfather shot her a look, commanding her not to let her temper get the better of her like it had so many times before.
The old, kind wizard, Gandalf, spoke for the first time. "Aragorn is right. We cannot use it."
Vetauriel was glad when her grandfather finally laid out what must be done. "You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed." Vetauriel could see Boromir's head shake slightly.
A dwarf now spoke. Gimli, son of Gloin, Vetauriel believed his name was. "What are we waiting for?!"
Vetauriel shook her head slightly as Gimli leapt up and, whipping out his axe, hammered it upon the ring, only to be thrown backward onto the ground. Couldn't he have known that the One Ring would be too powerful to be destroyed by an axe, or any other weapon?
Once again, her grandfather spoke. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this."
These words hung heavy in Vetauriel's heart. Was it even possible?
Boromir, for once, actually spoke her thoughts. Of course, he had to add his own all-knowing touch to it. "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever-watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air that you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly."
Legolas spoke again. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!"
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!" Gimli asked, fuming. 'This is bad,' Vetauriel thought.
Boromir had to add to the mess. "And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"
Gimli put one last word in. "I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!"
This started pandemonium. Elves and dwarfs alike leapt up. Vetauriel also felt herself jump at the chance to give this Gimli and Boromir a piece of her mind. She was held back by her grandfather and surveyed the brawl.
She heard Gimli say, "Never trust an elf," making her blood boil.
Gandalf tried to be a peacemaker, but only added to the mess. "Do you not understand? While you bicker amongst yourselves, Sauron's power grows! None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!"
Vetauriel scanned her brain for a way to stop the madness, but could come up with nothing.
Suddenly, a small, pure voice leapt up. "I will take it! I will take it!"
All eyes, including Vetauriel's, turned to the small hobbit, who had been silent the whole council. "I will take the Ring to Mordor... Though - though I do not know the way."
Vetauriel was in awe at how such a small being could carry so much courage. She began to see all of the Council binding together.
Gandalf was the first to step forward. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear." He held the hobbit protectively.
Aragorn stepped forward next. "If by my life or death, if I can protect you, I will. You have my sword." Vetauriel could not help but feel pride from this great man being her ada.
Legolas also joined. "And you have my bow." Vetauriel was not surprised to see this elf stepping up toward a mission.
Of course, if an elf was on the mission, a dwarf would have to accompany as well. "And my axe," Gimli declared.
Boromir now said his speech. "You carry the fates of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."
Vetauriel's excitement was at its maximum. She, too, stepped forward. Legolas was going, and this would be an opportunity to get to know her father. "As will Rivendell."
She could not help but notice that everyone was staring at her. She only now realized that she was the only woman in the room. It probably had not even occurred to them that there was a woman in the Council, let alone a woman willing to go on the journey. She dared not look into her grandfather's eyes. She was afraid of what she would see.
"A woman!" Boromir cried. "This is not a place for a woman!"
"What would you know? I would like to see you stop me!" Vetauriel cried, whipping out her sword and in the blink of an eye held it an inch from the man's nose.
Boromir's eyes widened. 'The thought of a woman catching him off guard probably is humiliating him,' Vetauriel thought with pleasure. "I will challenge any who stand in my way."
Some other elves snickered on the sidelines. Vetauriel shot them an angry look, and in that second, Legolas jumped forward and grabbed her sword hand, closing it tightly around the sword and preventing her from having control of it. Her anger began to build up even more.
"The road is no place for a woman, my lady. Please reconsider."
Vetauriel glanced around at the other warriors that were allowed to join the quest. Frodo looked slightly nervous and uncomfortable. Gandalf looked utterly shocked, but curious at her spirit. Gimli seemed to be enjoying the rebel of the female elf, as if it were another thing he could add to the list of bad qualities about elves. 'If he thinks pride and courage is a bad quality!' she silently mused. Boromir still looked in shock, but a look of humiliation was slowly surfacing. Then her eyes fell upon Aragorn. His face was serious, but his eyes danced with delight and laughter. It was probably this face that anger Vetauriel most and started her next outburst.
"Why? Is it just because I am a woman! Is that all I need to go on this journey?! Testicles!?" Laughter burst out all around her.
"Vetauriel!" Her grandfather's voice boomed. "Dina! Tampa tanya! Mani naa lle umien?!" (Be silent! Stop that! What are you doing?)
Vetauriel quickly sheathed her sword as Legolas let go of her hand. "Amin hiraetha," she said, bowing her head toward her grandfather. He gave her a look. She knew what he meant and turned around, and said the same, except in the common tongue, "I am sorry," to Boromir. He nodded dismissively.
Vetauriel glanced up at her grandfather. Her eyes were pleading. Elrond wanted to give in, but surely she would be ridiculed if she went on the journey. He also did not want to let her go. She had not been with him long. Seventeen years was a very short time in his life. Vetauriel was all that remained of his daughter.
Aragorn was the one who stepped forward and placed a hand on Vetauriel's shoulder. "You are right, my lady. You have many skills, that is apparent. We would be happy to have you on this journey." Behind him, the rest of the group nodded, though Frodo still seemed intimidated.
Vetauriel looked at her grandfather. He sighed. "Manka lle merna. Amin weera." (If you wish. I agree.)
Vetauriel burst into a smile. "Really?"
Elrond nodded. "Detholalle." (Your choice.) Silently, his eyes pleaded with her to stay, but inside he knew better.
"Diola lle!" (Thank you!)
"Lle creoso." (You're welcome.)
"Oh, Grandfather, thank you!" Vetauriel leapt into his arms. She did not care anymore if people thought of her as only a woman.
"There is too much of your mother in you, Veta. I can not hold you back. She would be so proud of you right now, except I don't know that she would be pleased with your language or your disrespect for your comrades."
Vetauriel only smiled. She gave her grandfather a quick kiss on the cheek and turned back around to join the group.
The first thing she noticed was Aragorn's face. His eyes were wide, his mouth was slightly open, and he stood erect, as if in shock.
Vetauriel gazed at him, wondering if something was the matter. Then all of a sudden it struck her.
Quickly, Aragorn regained his composure. Vetauriel walked past him with a feeble nod of thanks.
Vetauriel walked up to Legolas. He was smiling at her. "I, um, would like to apologize to you. My actions were uncalled for. Please except my deepest apology."
Legolas smiled. "I understand, my lady. You are forgiven. I, in turn, would like to apologize for my actions as well."
Vetauriel only smiled. She looked past him and fixed her eyes on Boromir. "Again, Boromir, I would like to apologize to you. My temper is quite uncontrollable. I am sorry I threatened you with my sword."
Boromir nodded again, his eyes now fixed on her sword. Vetauriel could barely hold back a small smile at the suspicion she had caused in this large man.
She was suddenly aware of Aragorn's eyes following her every move. She grew quite uncomfortable.
Her grandfather was about to speak, when a voice burst out from a plant unnoticed in the corner. "Here," yelled another hobbit, leaping out from behind the plant and running over to Frodo. "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me."
Vetauriel glanced at her grandfather and they exchanged a smile. "No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is summoned to a secret Council, and you are not."
The poor little hobbit grew red in the face and bowed his head.
Another voice sounded from outside the room. "Oi! We're coming too!" Two more hobbits came running in and stood near Frodo as well.
The look of horror on her grandfather's face was too much for Vetauriel to bear. She let out a small snort. Legolas looked strangely at her, but she looked down at the floor, knowing if she looked at her grandfather or Legolas, laughter was sure to ensue. After all, this was a serious mission.
"You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us," continued the first one.
The smaller hobbit now spoke up. "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing."
The other one playfully teased back. "Well that rules you out, Pip."
Vetauriel bit her lip to keep from bursting. She was aware of her grandfather's eyes on her and saw his face soften at the sight of her.
Eventually, the laughter subsided, and Elrond once again brought the seriousness back to the room. "Ten companions." He glanced at Vetauriel, as if hoping she would change her mind at the last minute. Vetauriel only held her head up high and proud. "So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring." Vetauriel smiled.
The smallest hobbit spoke up again. "Great. Where are we going?"
Vetauriel could hold her laughter no longer. Still, even through all the commotion, she felt Aragorn's eyes never leave her.
Please read and review. Thank you so much. No flames please.
Props to Laura for the title. Thanks so much!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters in Lord of the Rings. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, so don't sue me. Also, much of the writing in this chapter is from the movie "The Fellowship of the Ring", which I do not own either.
Author's note: In the first chapter, a lot of the dialogue is from the movie "The Fellowship of the Ring". There will not be as much in later chapters. Some things in this story might not be realistic, but I don't care. This is my story and I'll write it how I want to.
AU, OC, Mary-Sue. Another 'girl joins the Fellowship' stories. Please don't read if you don't like these kind of stories. With a warrior spirit, Vetauriel battles to win the acceptions of her comrades. Part 1 of a 3 part story. R & R please!
Intro)
"Aragorn, A'maelamin, please come back!" Arwen's voice flowed across the land, but Aragorn did not turn around.
Arwen collapsed, kneeling on the floor, sobbing. He was never coming back.
Chapter 1)
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." Elrond moved his hand toward the centerpiece.
Frodo cautiously got up and laid the ring in the center.
"So it is true." The man Vetauriel knew as Boromir spoke, a hand stroking his chin thoughtfully.
An elf, Dûnepheliel, stared in awe. "The doom of man." (A.N. I don't know the name of the elf who said that line, so I made up a name)
Vetauriel watched, intrigued at the reactions of the strongest and most powerful of the leading races reacted to the small band of gold, for that is all she saw it as, a band of gold. Of course, she knew this was the ring of the Dark Lord. The all-powerful ring. The ring that could destroy everything in Middle Earth and bring back the Dark Times.
Perhaps, she pondered, she was too young in the time of man or elf to desire the ring. According to human time, she was now a woman, having been in existence for about 17 years. However, in elf years, she was considered a new child. She was an elandili, a half elf. Vetauriel considered herself more elf than man. She had lived forever with elves, and was prouder of her elven side. She knew almost nothing about her human side.
Vetauriel was always a wonder to her family and friends. Though considered young in the elf world, her intelligence and maturity level were that of a much older elf. Her body grew at the rate of a human. She was now slender and slightly curved, but still held a muscular, powerful build of a human.
No one could deny, however, that she was an elf. She had inherited the silky, long, brown hair and deep grey eyes of her mother. She had a pair of pointed ears to match her porcelain face.
Not only was her beauty that of an elf, but her skills as well. She had the elven hearing, balance, speed, and precision. Her accuracy was one of reliance and she could see as far as any elf, also being gifted in the skills of the bow and arrow. Yet, her favorite weapon remained the sword, strong and powerful. She could slash rapidly and perfectly. Many a time when she was younger would she tease her servants by slashing her sword and halting a mere half-inch from their throats. Her grandfather would constantly reprimand her at her impudence, but any could notice the pride of his granddaughter's skills beaming out from deceitful eyes.
She caught sight of her grandfather's face, smiling at her, as if trying to comprehend her thoughts. "Amin mela lle," he mouthed to her. She smiled and returned it. 'I love you,' she thought the words through in the speech of man as well.
Vetauriel's thoughts were broken by Boromir once again speaking with rapidly approaching anger in his tone. "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring?" He paused and stood up, trying to loom above the rest in control. "Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor ('Ah, so he is to be the Steward of his land,' Vetauriel thought, giving logic to the control and power she could feel this man desired) kept the forces of Mordor at bay by the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
There was instant muttering. Vetauriel could make out at least one, "Amin n'rangwa edanea (I do not understand these humans)".
But then there was one man who took control. He seemed vaguely familiar, but Vetauriel could not place him. Perhaps he had stopped here before. When he spoke, all the others, man, elf, dwarf and hobbit gave up their ears to listen. "You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master." Out of the corner of her sharp eye, Vetauriel could see her grandfather look upon this human with. something. Vetauriel could not place this look in his eyes. It was one she had never seen before. Perhaps hate, displeasure, anger.
Boromir spoke again, disapprovingly. "And what would a Ranger know of this matter?" Vetauriel was sure that in Gondor, no person who wanted a secure life would argue with Boromir, son of Denethor, future Steward of Gondor.
Vetauriel shifted in her seat. She could sense a fight approaching.
Suddenly, one elf leapt up. Vetauriel knew she had never seen him before. She would have remembered his perfect face and his long, golden hair. "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
Vetauriel could feel her jaw tightening, her eyes narrowing. This was Aragorn. She hated him. She knew her grandfather was watching her, but she didn't care. This man had killed her mother. She wanted to cut him apart piece by piece. But somewhere inside her heart she cared for him, no matter what she tried to force herself not to. Aragorn was he ada, her father.
Boromir spoke once again. "Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?"
The handsome elf spoke again. His voice was strong, yet smooth as the calmest river. "And heir to the throne of Gondor."
Vetauriel admired the elf's courage to stick up for Aragorn, (she still could not find it in her heart to even think of him as 'father'), but she did not particularly care for his taste in allies.
Boromir seemed about to retort when Aragorn said, "Havo dad, Legolas."
So the elf's name was Legolas. Vetauriel liked the sound of his name.
Boromir, however, had to get in one last word. "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king."
Vetauriel could feel her hand tighten around the hilt of her sword. She felt an urge to part this man's head from the rest of his body. Her grandfather shot her a look, commanding her not to let her temper get the better of her like it had so many times before.
The old, kind wizard, Gandalf, spoke for the first time. "Aragorn is right. We cannot use it."
Vetauriel was glad when her grandfather finally laid out what must be done. "You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed." Vetauriel could see Boromir's head shake slightly.
A dwarf now spoke. Gimli, son of Gloin, Vetauriel believed his name was. "What are we waiting for?!"
Vetauriel shook her head slightly as Gimli leapt up and, whipping out his axe, hammered it upon the ring, only to be thrown backward onto the ground. Couldn't he have known that the One Ring would be too powerful to be destroyed by an axe, or any other weapon?
Once again, her grandfather spoke. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this."
These words hung heavy in Vetauriel's heart. Was it even possible?
Boromir, for once, actually spoke her thoughts. Of course, he had to add his own all-knowing touch to it. "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever-watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air that you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly."
Legolas spoke again. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!"
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!" Gimli asked, fuming. 'This is bad,' Vetauriel thought.
Boromir had to add to the mess. "And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"
Gimli put one last word in. "I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!"
This started pandemonium. Elves and dwarfs alike leapt up. Vetauriel also felt herself jump at the chance to give this Gimli and Boromir a piece of her mind. She was held back by her grandfather and surveyed the brawl.
She heard Gimli say, "Never trust an elf," making her blood boil.
Gandalf tried to be a peacemaker, but only added to the mess. "Do you not understand? While you bicker amongst yourselves, Sauron's power grows! None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!"
Vetauriel scanned her brain for a way to stop the madness, but could come up with nothing.
Suddenly, a small, pure voice leapt up. "I will take it! I will take it!"
All eyes, including Vetauriel's, turned to the small hobbit, who had been silent the whole council. "I will take the Ring to Mordor... Though - though I do not know the way."
Vetauriel was in awe at how such a small being could carry so much courage. She began to see all of the Council binding together.
Gandalf was the first to step forward. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear." He held the hobbit protectively.
Aragorn stepped forward next. "If by my life or death, if I can protect you, I will. You have my sword." Vetauriel could not help but feel pride from this great man being her ada.
Legolas also joined. "And you have my bow." Vetauriel was not surprised to see this elf stepping up toward a mission.
Of course, if an elf was on the mission, a dwarf would have to accompany as well. "And my axe," Gimli declared.
Boromir now said his speech. "You carry the fates of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."
Vetauriel's excitement was at its maximum. She, too, stepped forward. Legolas was going, and this would be an opportunity to get to know her father. "As will Rivendell."
She could not help but notice that everyone was staring at her. She only now realized that she was the only woman in the room. It probably had not even occurred to them that there was a woman in the Council, let alone a woman willing to go on the journey. She dared not look into her grandfather's eyes. She was afraid of what she would see.
"A woman!" Boromir cried. "This is not a place for a woman!"
"What would you know? I would like to see you stop me!" Vetauriel cried, whipping out her sword and in the blink of an eye held it an inch from the man's nose.
Boromir's eyes widened. 'The thought of a woman catching him off guard probably is humiliating him,' Vetauriel thought with pleasure. "I will challenge any who stand in my way."
Some other elves snickered on the sidelines. Vetauriel shot them an angry look, and in that second, Legolas jumped forward and grabbed her sword hand, closing it tightly around the sword and preventing her from having control of it. Her anger began to build up even more.
"The road is no place for a woman, my lady. Please reconsider."
Vetauriel glanced around at the other warriors that were allowed to join the quest. Frodo looked slightly nervous and uncomfortable. Gandalf looked utterly shocked, but curious at her spirit. Gimli seemed to be enjoying the rebel of the female elf, as if it were another thing he could add to the list of bad qualities about elves. 'If he thinks pride and courage is a bad quality!' she silently mused. Boromir still looked in shock, but a look of humiliation was slowly surfacing. Then her eyes fell upon Aragorn. His face was serious, but his eyes danced with delight and laughter. It was probably this face that anger Vetauriel most and started her next outburst.
"Why? Is it just because I am a woman! Is that all I need to go on this journey?! Testicles!?" Laughter burst out all around her.
"Vetauriel!" Her grandfather's voice boomed. "Dina! Tampa tanya! Mani naa lle umien?!" (Be silent! Stop that! What are you doing?)
Vetauriel quickly sheathed her sword as Legolas let go of her hand. "Amin hiraetha," she said, bowing her head toward her grandfather. He gave her a look. She knew what he meant and turned around, and said the same, except in the common tongue, "I am sorry," to Boromir. He nodded dismissively.
Vetauriel glanced up at her grandfather. Her eyes were pleading. Elrond wanted to give in, but surely she would be ridiculed if she went on the journey. He also did not want to let her go. She had not been with him long. Seventeen years was a very short time in his life. Vetauriel was all that remained of his daughter.
Aragorn was the one who stepped forward and placed a hand on Vetauriel's shoulder. "You are right, my lady. You have many skills, that is apparent. We would be happy to have you on this journey." Behind him, the rest of the group nodded, though Frodo still seemed intimidated.
Vetauriel looked at her grandfather. He sighed. "Manka lle merna. Amin weera." (If you wish. I agree.)
Vetauriel burst into a smile. "Really?"
Elrond nodded. "Detholalle." (Your choice.) Silently, his eyes pleaded with her to stay, but inside he knew better.
"Diola lle!" (Thank you!)
"Lle creoso." (You're welcome.)
"Oh, Grandfather, thank you!" Vetauriel leapt into his arms. She did not care anymore if people thought of her as only a woman.
"There is too much of your mother in you, Veta. I can not hold you back. She would be so proud of you right now, except I don't know that she would be pleased with your language or your disrespect for your comrades."
Vetauriel only smiled. She gave her grandfather a quick kiss on the cheek and turned back around to join the group.
The first thing she noticed was Aragorn's face. His eyes were wide, his mouth was slightly open, and he stood erect, as if in shock.
Vetauriel gazed at him, wondering if something was the matter. Then all of a sudden it struck her.
Quickly, Aragorn regained his composure. Vetauriel walked past him with a feeble nod of thanks.
Vetauriel walked up to Legolas. He was smiling at her. "I, um, would like to apologize to you. My actions were uncalled for. Please except my deepest apology."
Legolas smiled. "I understand, my lady. You are forgiven. I, in turn, would like to apologize for my actions as well."
Vetauriel only smiled. She looked past him and fixed her eyes on Boromir. "Again, Boromir, I would like to apologize to you. My temper is quite uncontrollable. I am sorry I threatened you with my sword."
Boromir nodded again, his eyes now fixed on her sword. Vetauriel could barely hold back a small smile at the suspicion she had caused in this large man.
She was suddenly aware of Aragorn's eyes following her every move. She grew quite uncomfortable.
Her grandfather was about to speak, when a voice burst out from a plant unnoticed in the corner. "Here," yelled another hobbit, leaping out from behind the plant and running over to Frodo. "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me."
Vetauriel glanced at her grandfather and they exchanged a smile. "No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is summoned to a secret Council, and you are not."
The poor little hobbit grew red in the face and bowed his head.
Another voice sounded from outside the room. "Oi! We're coming too!" Two more hobbits came running in and stood near Frodo as well.
The look of horror on her grandfather's face was too much for Vetauriel to bear. She let out a small snort. Legolas looked strangely at her, but she looked down at the floor, knowing if she looked at her grandfather or Legolas, laughter was sure to ensue. After all, this was a serious mission.
"You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us," continued the first one.
The smaller hobbit now spoke up. "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing."
The other one playfully teased back. "Well that rules you out, Pip."
Vetauriel bit her lip to keep from bursting. She was aware of her grandfather's eyes on her and saw his face soften at the sight of her.
Eventually, the laughter subsided, and Elrond once again brought the seriousness back to the room. "Ten companions." He glanced at Vetauriel, as if hoping she would change her mind at the last minute. Vetauriel only held her head up high and proud. "So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring." Vetauriel smiled.
The smallest hobbit spoke up again. "Great. Where are we going?"
Vetauriel could hold her laughter no longer. Still, even through all the commotion, she felt Aragorn's eyes never leave her.
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