Chapter 16 Revelations
A/N Enjoy! Also I kind of screwed up on Navalle's elven name, it's actually Navadriel. I'll fix that in the other chapters.
(Frodo)
A cold stinging pain my shoulder was what the Nazgul had given me. It was a pain I have never before experienced. I saw the others standing over me, watching me with growing concern.
"He has been stabbed a Morgul Blade. He needs elvish medicine." I couldn't make out who had said it, my head was buzzing and a dark was threatening to consume me. Feeling myself getting lifted off the ground I looked warily at each of the now darkening figures, my eyes fell upon a light, a ethereal light; so beautiful.
The light was coming from something…no…someone. Straining my eyes, I could make a out face, a fair face. Who was it? It was…the world darkened to where only the light was visible, I caught a glimpse before the dark took me, and it was Navalle.
(Navalle)
Dawn rose to see a group of frightened and running people that day. Strider announced that if Frodo did not get the medical attention he needed, all would be lost for him. With our hearts racing and our feet running, we made full speed towards Rivendell. My head swam with confusion, fear and concern, I silently prayed for someone to come and help us.
None of said a single word or made a sound, even Bill did not make his usually snorts and whinnies. The screams of the frustrated Nazgul could be heard not far behind us, the pounding their steeds hooves and clanging of the armor the Black Riders were wearing made run us non-stop.
All day we ran under the cover of a snow-ridden and fearful forest and Frodo got worse and worse by each passing moment. He slipped in and out of consciousness, his skin was quickly becoming cold and clammy and his once inquisitive blue eyes were nothing now but a pair of empty bluish- white orbs.
On we went and still Strider pushed us trying to cover a much distance as possible. The weather was getting progressively worse. Huge dark gray clouds loomed over while the wind bit at our faces and chilled us to the bone.
I heard the other hobbits pant and stumble over the forest debris while to keep up with Aragorn and myself. Looking back, I looked at the tired hobbit; they were on the verge of collapse. Sighing, I slow down to allow them to catch up. Steadying my pace with theirs, I whispered to them.
"How are you doing back here?" I whispered to them, all three gave me cryptic looks as their answers. "I don't know much longer I can keep running." Pippin said solemnly as he gazed up at me with tired eyes. I gave them an encouraging smile before I ran back to the ranger.
As I approached, the ranger looked back at me, narrowed his eyes just a little, as though he was trying to get a better look at me. He gazed at me for a while longer, before he turned his attention back to where he was going.
Night had finally come, and thankfully, Aragorn had told to make camp. Slumping to the ground and laying my head upon the cold earth, I prepared to sleep. Before I could even close my eyes, Strider stood gazing down at me.
"I need to talk to you," he said. Slightly puzzled as to why, I followed him to a tree little ways out of the camp. He sat down and leaned against the trunk of tree, crossing his legs he looked up at me and said, "It seems to me, that you have lied to me."
"How so?" I replied, knitting my eyebrows in confusion. "Though," he said, "I didn't notice it before, but you, lady, glow with the ethereal light of the elves." I widen my eyes little, realizing now, that he must suspect me to be an elf. I sighed; it was now or never. Running my hand through my hair, my fingertips brushing over my elven ears, I looked straight at Aragorn, whom, now had both of his eyebrows raised.
"So…you are an elf." Aragorn whispered more to himself than me. With my mind screaming that I should tell him, I flop onto the forest floor and gaze up at the stars, smiling at their beauty, I planned on telling Aragorn right here, right now.
"Aragorn," I started, gazing up at him, "Do you know of the Lady Galadriel?" He nodded. "Well, you might find this hard to believe, but, the Lady Galadriel is my mother." The look that crossed upon the rangers face would be one I would never forget.
"How can that be?" He asked with tone of surprise in his voice, I looked up once again, and paused before I told him. "She said that during the time of the Last Alliance, she had sent me to another world in order to protect me from the evils of the Dark Lord. Well I really don't know how exactly I made it back here, but Galadriel also told that I would start reverting back to my elven form."
Sighing with relief of having that told, I get up from my spot under the tree, look at the ranger, whom had his eyes closed and was deep in thought. Looking up, I wondered what was in store for me.
"Strider," I said slowly, " I think we best discuss this when we are in Rivendell." A long pause insinuated before I got his reply, "Indeed we should, and might I ask what your true name is? I smiled, looked towards the sleeping hobbits and said, " My elven name is Navadriel."
A/N Enjoy! Also I kind of screwed up on Navalle's elven name, it's actually Navadriel. I'll fix that in the other chapters.
(Frodo)
A cold stinging pain my shoulder was what the Nazgul had given me. It was a pain I have never before experienced. I saw the others standing over me, watching me with growing concern.
"He has been stabbed a Morgul Blade. He needs elvish medicine." I couldn't make out who had said it, my head was buzzing and a dark was threatening to consume me. Feeling myself getting lifted off the ground I looked warily at each of the now darkening figures, my eyes fell upon a light, a ethereal light; so beautiful.
The light was coming from something…no…someone. Straining my eyes, I could make a out face, a fair face. Who was it? It was…the world darkened to where only the light was visible, I caught a glimpse before the dark took me, and it was Navalle.
(Navalle)
Dawn rose to see a group of frightened and running people that day. Strider announced that if Frodo did not get the medical attention he needed, all would be lost for him. With our hearts racing and our feet running, we made full speed towards Rivendell. My head swam with confusion, fear and concern, I silently prayed for someone to come and help us.
None of said a single word or made a sound, even Bill did not make his usually snorts and whinnies. The screams of the frustrated Nazgul could be heard not far behind us, the pounding their steeds hooves and clanging of the armor the Black Riders were wearing made run us non-stop.
All day we ran under the cover of a snow-ridden and fearful forest and Frodo got worse and worse by each passing moment. He slipped in and out of consciousness, his skin was quickly becoming cold and clammy and his once inquisitive blue eyes were nothing now but a pair of empty bluish- white orbs.
On we went and still Strider pushed us trying to cover a much distance as possible. The weather was getting progressively worse. Huge dark gray clouds loomed over while the wind bit at our faces and chilled us to the bone.
I heard the other hobbits pant and stumble over the forest debris while to keep up with Aragorn and myself. Looking back, I looked at the tired hobbit; they were on the verge of collapse. Sighing, I slow down to allow them to catch up. Steadying my pace with theirs, I whispered to them.
"How are you doing back here?" I whispered to them, all three gave me cryptic looks as their answers. "I don't know much longer I can keep running." Pippin said solemnly as he gazed up at me with tired eyes. I gave them an encouraging smile before I ran back to the ranger.
As I approached, the ranger looked back at me, narrowed his eyes just a little, as though he was trying to get a better look at me. He gazed at me for a while longer, before he turned his attention back to where he was going.
Night had finally come, and thankfully, Aragorn had told to make camp. Slumping to the ground and laying my head upon the cold earth, I prepared to sleep. Before I could even close my eyes, Strider stood gazing down at me.
"I need to talk to you," he said. Slightly puzzled as to why, I followed him to a tree little ways out of the camp. He sat down and leaned against the trunk of tree, crossing his legs he looked up at me and said, "It seems to me, that you have lied to me."
"How so?" I replied, knitting my eyebrows in confusion. "Though," he said, "I didn't notice it before, but you, lady, glow with the ethereal light of the elves." I widen my eyes little, realizing now, that he must suspect me to be an elf. I sighed; it was now or never. Running my hand through my hair, my fingertips brushing over my elven ears, I looked straight at Aragorn, whom, now had both of his eyebrows raised.
"So…you are an elf." Aragorn whispered more to himself than me. With my mind screaming that I should tell him, I flop onto the forest floor and gaze up at the stars, smiling at their beauty, I planned on telling Aragorn right here, right now.
"Aragorn," I started, gazing up at him, "Do you know of the Lady Galadriel?" He nodded. "Well, you might find this hard to believe, but, the Lady Galadriel is my mother." The look that crossed upon the rangers face would be one I would never forget.
"How can that be?" He asked with tone of surprise in his voice, I looked up once again, and paused before I told him. "She said that during the time of the Last Alliance, she had sent me to another world in order to protect me from the evils of the Dark Lord. Well I really don't know how exactly I made it back here, but Galadriel also told that I would start reverting back to my elven form."
Sighing with relief of having that told, I get up from my spot under the tree, look at the ranger, whom had his eyes closed and was deep in thought. Looking up, I wondered what was in store for me.
"Strider," I said slowly, " I think we best discuss this when we are in Rivendell." A long pause insinuated before I got his reply, "Indeed we should, and might I ask what your true name is? I smiled, looked towards the sleeping hobbits and said, " My elven name is Navadriel."