So sorry this took so long to post peeps.please thank Jaqen for getting me
in gear to type this up.
Chapter 19 Watching and Waiting
The moment I walked through the gates, a group of elves was waiting for us. Amongst them was an Elven lady; surpassing any beauty of any person I've seen. Her eyes watched us with a serene calm and a knowing glint. With a small flick of her wrist, she turned around with us trailing behind her.
I nearly giggled at the sight of the three Hobbits acting like bunch of codfish due to the sight of the elf. Strider, on the other hand, was looking at her in an intent manner. What exactly was going through his mind, I hadn't the faintest clue. Flicking my gaze upwards at the sky, I watch the moon slowly rise into the sky.
Down a path we went, trees of silver in the pale moonlight, waved their branches in the wind, and fallen leaves scattered about our feet. Rivendell, I was in Rivendell. I smile inwardly at the thought. Clenching the sleeve of my shirt loosely in my hands, I watch with awe as elves, their features set mystically aglow, pass by me, singing in a beautifully haunting manner. I look ahead of again, my eyes resting upon a house, exceeding my wildest dreams.
The Last Homely House.
My mood turns solemn and worried as my thoughts turn to Frodo's well being. I knew Elrond was doing everything he can, but still, I get over the fact that he might be lost. Praying for Frodo's safe recovery, I walk the last bit of the path to the Last Homely House.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* It was bad, real bad. Elrond had told us that there was a large chance that he wouldn't pull through. He suspected that a piece of the Nazgul's blade had broken off when Frodo was stabbed. I watched as he tried his best to heal Frodo. Frodo's skin was pale, his eyes fluttering at an almost impossible speed, and he lay there gasping. I couldn't bear to see him like this. But I was going stay there for as long as possible. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hours have passed, I could tell, as I woke up rather stiffly in the chair I was sitting in. Taking a glance around the room, filled by the light of the rising sun, I was the only one besides a sleeping Frodo, who was in the room. Stretching my complaining limbs, I get up slowly, shake away the drowsiness, and walk quietly over to the bed.
I looked down at Frodo, smiling in relief as he rested peacefully. Some color had managed to come back into face, and I was glad. Watching his chest slowly rise and fall steadily, I sit down carefully on the edge of the bed, and continue to watch over him.
"He won't wake for at least a day or so." A voice said from off to the right. Bringing my head up, my eyes fall upon the Elven lady from earlier. Nodding my head, I continue yet again to watch over the sleeping Hobbit.
"May I ask to who you are?" I asked, my gaze never leaving Frodo. "My name is Arwen" She replied quietly.
Looking out the window to my left, I watch with a small smile as several fallen leaves of various colors, swirled around the air outside. The mountains that surrounded Rivendell were tall, somewhat jagged in appearance, topped of with caps of snow. I couldn't see it, but I heard the waterfall roaring the edge of the cliff, and into the water below it. Looking down, I watched small groups of elves walk along the well-made paths. Cocking my head, and closing my eyes, I listen to the birds sing happily. I open my eyes after a few moments when I hear footsteps approaching. Turning around, I watch Strider enter the room.
"Lord Elrond would like to speak with you." was all he said.
" And we can also finish that conversation you and me started." I finished for him, getting up from the bed. Taking on last glance at Frodo, I follow Strider out of the room.
I walk down the hallway, following behind Strider, and Arwen behind us. With my eyes firmly placed looking at the ground, I walk through several parts of the house. All three of us said not a word; the tension between us was more of a speechless silence. Sighing inwardly, I go down a flight of steps, and glancing up for moment, I nearly stopped at what I saw.
A library.an incredibly vast library, multitudes of leather bound books of all sorts with was placed neatly on shelves that touched the ceiling. Looking from left to right, spotting desks with parchment and bottle of ink upon them, chairs, and even more shelves of books. Windows were placed in between each of the shelves, giving the place a sense of calm. Impeccable wooden floors lined the whole place, and in the middle upon a huge table was a gigantic map of Middle Earth, done in great detail. I heard a light chuckling from behind me; it was then that I realized that I had indeed stopped. Turning around, I faced an amused Arwen. Smiling, I told her I had a fondness for libraries and books.
We went into different section of the library, kind of like a small study. Inside sat four people. Elrond was seated next to Gandalf, deep in conversation. Glorfindel was there, sitting quietly next to a light-haired elf I did not recognize, let alone know. Arwen walked past me and went over to Elrond. She said something to him, but I did not know what. Elrond looked up and straight at me. He gestured for to take a seat next to the unknown elf. The unknown elf just looked at me and then at Elrond.
"So, this is Navadriel?" asked the elf as looked at me again.
"Yes, this is Navadriel." Replied Gandalf. The elf furrowed his brow in confusion.
"She does not look the same." He said quietly, looking down. I decided to speak up just then.
"That is because I am still reverting back to my Elven self." I said glancing down at the floor and back again. The elf nodded his slowly, his eyes telling me that he was deep in thought.
"Navadriel" Said Elrond as he stood up, "Let me introduce you Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood Forest."
Cliffy.sorry peeps but I have to end it here, my stomach is beginning to ache from lying here on the floor (my computer is on the floor, go fig.). At least I managed to post this after what? Four months? Jeez.so sorry about that.
Chapter 19 Watching and Waiting
The moment I walked through the gates, a group of elves was waiting for us. Amongst them was an Elven lady; surpassing any beauty of any person I've seen. Her eyes watched us with a serene calm and a knowing glint. With a small flick of her wrist, she turned around with us trailing behind her.
I nearly giggled at the sight of the three Hobbits acting like bunch of codfish due to the sight of the elf. Strider, on the other hand, was looking at her in an intent manner. What exactly was going through his mind, I hadn't the faintest clue. Flicking my gaze upwards at the sky, I watch the moon slowly rise into the sky.
Down a path we went, trees of silver in the pale moonlight, waved their branches in the wind, and fallen leaves scattered about our feet. Rivendell, I was in Rivendell. I smile inwardly at the thought. Clenching the sleeve of my shirt loosely in my hands, I watch with awe as elves, their features set mystically aglow, pass by me, singing in a beautifully haunting manner. I look ahead of again, my eyes resting upon a house, exceeding my wildest dreams.
The Last Homely House.
My mood turns solemn and worried as my thoughts turn to Frodo's well being. I knew Elrond was doing everything he can, but still, I get over the fact that he might be lost. Praying for Frodo's safe recovery, I walk the last bit of the path to the Last Homely House.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* It was bad, real bad. Elrond had told us that there was a large chance that he wouldn't pull through. He suspected that a piece of the Nazgul's blade had broken off when Frodo was stabbed. I watched as he tried his best to heal Frodo. Frodo's skin was pale, his eyes fluttering at an almost impossible speed, and he lay there gasping. I couldn't bear to see him like this. But I was going stay there for as long as possible. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hours have passed, I could tell, as I woke up rather stiffly in the chair I was sitting in. Taking a glance around the room, filled by the light of the rising sun, I was the only one besides a sleeping Frodo, who was in the room. Stretching my complaining limbs, I get up slowly, shake away the drowsiness, and walk quietly over to the bed.
I looked down at Frodo, smiling in relief as he rested peacefully. Some color had managed to come back into face, and I was glad. Watching his chest slowly rise and fall steadily, I sit down carefully on the edge of the bed, and continue to watch over him.
"He won't wake for at least a day or so." A voice said from off to the right. Bringing my head up, my eyes fall upon the Elven lady from earlier. Nodding my head, I continue yet again to watch over the sleeping Hobbit.
"May I ask to who you are?" I asked, my gaze never leaving Frodo. "My name is Arwen" She replied quietly.
Looking out the window to my left, I watch with a small smile as several fallen leaves of various colors, swirled around the air outside. The mountains that surrounded Rivendell were tall, somewhat jagged in appearance, topped of with caps of snow. I couldn't see it, but I heard the waterfall roaring the edge of the cliff, and into the water below it. Looking down, I watched small groups of elves walk along the well-made paths. Cocking my head, and closing my eyes, I listen to the birds sing happily. I open my eyes after a few moments when I hear footsteps approaching. Turning around, I watch Strider enter the room.
"Lord Elrond would like to speak with you." was all he said.
" And we can also finish that conversation you and me started." I finished for him, getting up from the bed. Taking on last glance at Frodo, I follow Strider out of the room.
I walk down the hallway, following behind Strider, and Arwen behind us. With my eyes firmly placed looking at the ground, I walk through several parts of the house. All three of us said not a word; the tension between us was more of a speechless silence. Sighing inwardly, I go down a flight of steps, and glancing up for moment, I nearly stopped at what I saw.
A library.an incredibly vast library, multitudes of leather bound books of all sorts with was placed neatly on shelves that touched the ceiling. Looking from left to right, spotting desks with parchment and bottle of ink upon them, chairs, and even more shelves of books. Windows were placed in between each of the shelves, giving the place a sense of calm. Impeccable wooden floors lined the whole place, and in the middle upon a huge table was a gigantic map of Middle Earth, done in great detail. I heard a light chuckling from behind me; it was then that I realized that I had indeed stopped. Turning around, I faced an amused Arwen. Smiling, I told her I had a fondness for libraries and books.
We went into different section of the library, kind of like a small study. Inside sat four people. Elrond was seated next to Gandalf, deep in conversation. Glorfindel was there, sitting quietly next to a light-haired elf I did not recognize, let alone know. Arwen walked past me and went over to Elrond. She said something to him, but I did not know what. Elrond looked up and straight at me. He gestured for to take a seat next to the unknown elf. The unknown elf just looked at me and then at Elrond.
"So, this is Navadriel?" asked the elf as looked at me again.
"Yes, this is Navadriel." Replied Gandalf. The elf furrowed his brow in confusion.
"She does not look the same." He said quietly, looking down. I decided to speak up just then.
"That is because I am still reverting back to my Elven self." I said glancing down at the floor and back again. The elf nodded his slowly, his eyes telling me that he was deep in thought.
"Navadriel" Said Elrond as he stood up, "Let me introduce you Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood Forest."
Cliffy.sorry peeps but I have to end it here, my stomach is beginning to ache from lying here on the floor (my computer is on the floor, go fig.). At least I managed to post this after what? Four months? Jeez.so sorry about that.