Arual scanned the many shelves of flotsam and jetsam collected by
Legolas from each place that he visited. Among them was the fang of a
dragon once slain, a bow and quiver laden with arrows, and, her favourite,
a precious white jewel upon a delicate chain presented to her by none other
than Legolas' dear friend, Gimli son of Gloin.
Her dark eyes nestled on the necklace. Unconsciously, she fingered the jewel, and gracefully lifted it. She slipped it around her neck, fastened it, and perfected it upon her chest.
Then she lifted herself, and stepped onto the first shelf, then the second, grasping the bow and quiver on the third shelf up. Clasping them to her chest, she clambered down, and laid them beside her feet, forming a small pile. To them she added a small dagger in its sheath, named Dagdar, and a map of Middle-Earth from the elves of Lothlorien.
The rest would be gotten rid of by her father.
She lifted the pile awkwardly, and slid them underneath her four-poster bed, where they would be safe.
Then she changed, and tucked herself into bed. As she lay, she slipped into her thoughts, and then eventually into sleep.
The sounds of birds chirping outside her bedroom window woke Arual. A parched tongue licked pale lips, and long lashes parted to reveal dark eyes. She lay motionless, forming what would happen through the day. She would walk gracefully to breakfast, and then Percy would join her in rowing on the river that ran through the heart of Rivendell, then-
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, it opened, and Percy, full name Persevore, her fathers' employee poked his head through the crack.
"Arry - your father wants me to get rid of all the gifts Legolas has presented to you. I apologise - you realise this is not my doings?"
Arual sat up, and seeing through the slits of her eyelids, she saw her friend and smiled. His wicked green eyes' vision was often disrupted by the strands of red hair at his hairline, which he had cut short. The rest of his hair was tied back in the usual elf fashion.
"He will want you to take them to him so he can destroy them himself. I do not blame you," Arual assured him.
Percy nodded and left the room.
* * * * *
"Arual. I have sent Persevore to rid your room of that tat from the Shire," said Elrond sternly.
"Yes, father. I know. And he sends his deepest apologies," said Arual coolly, helping herself to breakfast that lay on the elegant table, and taking a seat.
Elrond inhaled deeply. Arual was too headstrong to know of the perils that awaited the years ahead. Though, not many people did, for many people thought no harm would come to them once the one ring had been destroyed. But Sauron has his ways - and even though the soul of him was taken from the ring, it did not mean that it was fully inexistent.
"Persevore and I shall row down the river this morning." Arual told her father. She braced herself for what may come. It came.
"No you will not. I know he has full confidence in you, and you will leave him to wonder alone. Arual - I know you too well. You shall stay in Rivendell until I see fit."
Arual's eyes did not leave her fathers' until another, blonde, elf entered the room to eat. She quickly looked at her food, sat, and ate in silence.
Her dark eyes nestled on the necklace. Unconsciously, she fingered the jewel, and gracefully lifted it. She slipped it around her neck, fastened it, and perfected it upon her chest.
Then she lifted herself, and stepped onto the first shelf, then the second, grasping the bow and quiver on the third shelf up. Clasping them to her chest, she clambered down, and laid them beside her feet, forming a small pile. To them she added a small dagger in its sheath, named Dagdar, and a map of Middle-Earth from the elves of Lothlorien.
The rest would be gotten rid of by her father.
She lifted the pile awkwardly, and slid them underneath her four-poster bed, where they would be safe.
Then she changed, and tucked herself into bed. As she lay, she slipped into her thoughts, and then eventually into sleep.
The sounds of birds chirping outside her bedroom window woke Arual. A parched tongue licked pale lips, and long lashes parted to reveal dark eyes. She lay motionless, forming what would happen through the day. She would walk gracefully to breakfast, and then Percy would join her in rowing on the river that ran through the heart of Rivendell, then-
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, it opened, and Percy, full name Persevore, her fathers' employee poked his head through the crack.
"Arry - your father wants me to get rid of all the gifts Legolas has presented to you. I apologise - you realise this is not my doings?"
Arual sat up, and seeing through the slits of her eyelids, she saw her friend and smiled. His wicked green eyes' vision was often disrupted by the strands of red hair at his hairline, which he had cut short. The rest of his hair was tied back in the usual elf fashion.
"He will want you to take them to him so he can destroy them himself. I do not blame you," Arual assured him.
Percy nodded and left the room.
* * * * *
"Arual. I have sent Persevore to rid your room of that tat from the Shire," said Elrond sternly.
"Yes, father. I know. And he sends his deepest apologies," said Arual coolly, helping herself to breakfast that lay on the elegant table, and taking a seat.
Elrond inhaled deeply. Arual was too headstrong to know of the perils that awaited the years ahead. Though, not many people did, for many people thought no harm would come to them once the one ring had been destroyed. But Sauron has his ways - and even though the soul of him was taken from the ring, it did not mean that it was fully inexistent.
"Persevore and I shall row down the river this morning." Arual told her father. She braced herself for what may come. It came.
"No you will not. I know he has full confidence in you, and you will leave him to wonder alone. Arual - I know you too well. You shall stay in Rivendell until I see fit."
Arual's eyes did not leave her fathers' until another, blonde, elf entered the room to eat. She quickly looked at her food, sat, and ate in silence.