Hi. I'm going to go back to camp and steal a bow so I can shoot Aniron. It wasn't her character's fault, but she wrote him to do that!! Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, blue, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad elf. Enjoy the chapter. Read my new story that I am writing called Sues and Swords.
16. Reflections
I felt abandoned, betrayed. She knew that I loved him, so why couldn't she just try not to interfere? We had never before fought over guys in our history of fourteen years (well except in kindergarten, but that doesn't count) so why start now? "Oh well," I sighed. I got up from the ground in my tent and stepped outside.
As soon as I did, Aragorn, who had been sitting toward the trees, looking lost, turned with a twinkle in his eyes. Until he saw who he was facing. "Oh, sorry, I thought you were Aniron. Have you seen her?"
"She's not in her tent? How incredibly odd. People with such horrible migraines usually stay put... oh wait, I know, she's off betraying our friendship!!" I instantly regretted my words, but she deserved them. Aragorn looked at me quizzically. "I don't know where she is. Will you come look with me? I'm afraid she may get another migraine. As angry I am, I don't want her to get hurt."
We walked quietly through the trees, and I wished that it were spring, and the wood was carpeted and roofed with shimmering golden leaves and blossoms. Unconsciously I steered us toward the grove that I felt drawn to, as if it hid some great mystery I was bound to discover before we left Lorien again. When we stepped into it, the mystery was unveiled. Aniron and Legolas sat, speaking little and staring much, as those who have just discovered that they are a couple and no longer know what to do. Aragorn's eyes took in the scene, and he fled with a look of shock. I glared, and left.
He had not stopped at camp, and it took a long jog to catch up with his long strides. When I finally caught up with him, he was sitting beside a spring, looking at his reflection. Had he been a less emotionally guarded man, he would have been crying. I sat beside him silently for a moment. "I could not believe it. My best friend in the universe and all its parallel dimensions, stealing my boyfriend. We haven't fought over a guy since we were five, but that doesn't really count, because five-year-olds have a distorted vision of love. She has broken so many hearts, but I never expected that she would break mine."
He didn't look any less upset for my monologue, but he seemed to sit up a bit straighter. "How could you have never fought before if she is now stealing your 'boyfriend' as you put it? I would think that she would try a little harder not to hurt you."
"It wasn't all her fault. Legolas was being a jerk, and she went to speak with him about it. At that moment he turned to her looking for love, and with a face like that, not even the strongest heart could resist. I just hope he doesn't hurt her as badly as they hurt us. I know I have directed my anger towards her, but I shouldn't. I just feel like I would have put up a better fight if someone she loved decided they loved me."
Later that evening, I was sitting alone, feeling sorry for myself, which I occasionally allow myself to do, when a voice echoed in my head. 'Come, for I know your sorrow.' I left my tent in silence, and stepped swiftly toward the grove. Galadriel waited there, and as I entered, she turned to guide me. I followed, knowing the fame of her mirror, and hoping that she would show me anything to soothe my troubled heart.
I followed her down to a basin where there stood the infamous mirror. Captivated, I stared at it, willing it silently to show me something, anything, that would make me feel better. "The mirror cannot hear you child. It may not show you what you want, and it may show you that which would trouble you more greatly than you are. Are you brave enough to risk looking?"
I stood, lost deep within myself. Could I look, and risk seeing that which I so wholly and completely dreaded? Could I risk burdening my already broken heart with more sorrows? Was I brave enough?
"No. I am not brave enough. It is best that I go without the knowledge that the mirror can give me." She smiled and nodded, and I left to find the future on my own.
When I returned, most of the fellowship were sitting outside conversing. However, there was something wrong; instead of the usual circle, there were small groups of people sitting talking to each other. I slipped over to where Aragorn was speaking to Boromir and seated myself. "Where were you?"
"Out. What's wrong? Why isn't everyone sitting together? We need to remain friends, or our quest will be imperiled." I deliberately changed the subject, not wishing to draw attention to what would be called cowardice by some. Boromir and Aragorn nodded, and joined the hobbits and Gimli in their conversation. I decided not to speak with the others, hoping that they would get the point.
The hobbits had been telling tales of their home, remembering the good times they had had before the days of the Ring. I realized that in the time I had been here, I had almost never thought of my home. Suddenly, I felt the greatest longing to return, and wondered if I would ever be able to. "I remember at home, that I used to go to the sea in summer." This caught the hobbits' attention; none of them had ever seen the sea. "It was always so beautiful. In the morning, it looked green, and I could almost hear singing at sunrise and sunset. That is the one thing I miss most." Aragorn smiled, and turned to me.
"You say you went often? For here it is rare for anyone to see the sea."
"My home was a little different from here. I lived close enough that I could visit it. Here, there aren't people that live that close." I was glad to be talking about home, because it kept my mind off of any other subject; my future, my friends, the fellowship.
"Please, tell us more." The fellowship leaned in to hear more. As I began to tell of my many seaside adventures, I looked up, and Aniron and I locked eyes for a moment, then she turned her glance away.
That chapter was really long for me! YAAAAAAAAAAY!!! I worked really, really hard, and Aniron has literally been prodding (like with knife-sharp fingernails) me to finish it. Hope you liked it, but you can tell me in your REVIEW *hint hint*
