Title: The Girl's Word
AN/AR: *chest puffs out with pride* so I finished my next chapter. With ~great~ help from my editor Kae.
PS: Faith might end up with Eomer. Or I might send her home... Currently thinking...
~Lord of the Rings~Middle Earth~Rivendell~Shire~Gondor~Lothlorien~Rohan~Mirkwood~
Faith looked up and found herself staring at Aragorn. Wow, this man seemed to be everywhere. She didn't voice her thoughts, "I'm sorry Aragorn." She said, looking him in the eye. She paused and listened for sounds coming from the woods, wondering if Elrohir would follow her or not. She gave him a small, meek smile, "I have to go; I just heard Frodo woke up." She took off towards Frodo's room, not wanting to be around Aragorn for too long, he seemed to put her in a bad mood without having to try, or maybe he did.
She finally managed to get to where Frodo was, but (of course) not before tripping six times and nearly running into four people (elves, really, why were they so graceful, its really not fair). She saw Frodo come out of his room and embrace the other hobbits, including Bilbo, who Merry and Pippin insisted on haunting anytime they weren't trying to see Frodo. Elrond and Gandalf had only let Sam and Bilbo in to see Frodo, but not Merry or Pippin or Faith. Faith stood off to the side, she wasn't really friend with Frodo like the others, and so she decided not to interrupt them. Pippin and Bilbo both noticed her, Pippin decided to make a big deal about her being there, "Frodo! Look," He said, pointing at Faith (who wished she could disappear), "We all weren't the only ones really worried; so was Faith!"
Faith smiled and waved shyly at Frodo, "How is your shoulder?" She asked quietly, not looking at him.
"It is better, thank you for asking."
"No problem, just takes a little breath and movement of the tongue." She joked, making the five hobbits smile at her.
Elrond came in, "Faith, may Gandalf and I speak to you? It is about sending you home."
Faith smiled, "See ya, Frodo, guys." She followed Elrond to his library, "Yes?" She asked the two. Gandalf was sitting in a chair and Elrond quickly followed the suit.
Gandalf and Elrond exchanged quick looks, "Lady Faith," Elrond started, clearing his throat.
Faith interrupted him, "Just Faith," She said quietly.
"We are afraid we have to give you bad news." Gandalf said.
Faith stomach flipped at the words and she shifted, "What?"
"Sadly, with the ring active, the magic used to bring you here," Elrond told her, "Is less effective when Gandalf tries to use it. This means that until the ring is destroyed, you won't be able to be sent home. Even then, we're not sure it will work correctly."
Faith looked at them with tear-filled, scared eyes, "So, I can't go home?"
"No, if you wish, you may attend the council, because your life is also affected by the Ring."
Faith nodded, "Thank you." She said quietly. She had silently begun crying. She turned and walked away, trying her hardest not to break down. Once she made it a small distance into the forest, she began sobbing helplessly, wanting more than ever to go home. After crying for over an hour, she stood. Her face was covered with tearstains and her eyes her red and puffy. She started to walk back toward the House of Elrond, where she had been welcomed to stay. Elrond told her that she was welcome to stay until she got home, or the elves left, whatever came first. It seemed that the elves leaving would come first.
She drug her feet as she walked, head bowed. She had gotten a view of the gates of Rivendell when she saw several men and a few elves riding in on horses. One of them met eyes with her puffy ones and her gave her a polite smile. He was blond with high cheek bones, not bad looking, but wasn't quite her type. She continued to walk to her room. When she got to her room she fell onto her bed and curled up slightly, just wanting to crawl into a pit and die.
When a knock came on her door, she stood slowly and opened it. It was Arwen, holding a dress and smiling at her; when the she-elf saw the girl her smile faltered slightly, "Hello Faith," Faith gave her a weak smile, "I brought you a dress for tonight."
"What happens tonight?" Faith asked, stepping out of the door and making room for the elf to come in.
"The feast is to welcome the visitors attending my father's council to Rivendell, and also to celebrate Frodo' s recovery. You are attending, correct?"
"I guess." A new wave of tears came to the girl's eyes, she didn't quite understand why they were there, but a broken sob escaped her lips and Arwen looked at her, confused.
"What is wrong, Faith?" Arwen asked, concerned.
"I talked to your father and Gandalf today. They said I might not be able to go home. They say it has something to do with the Ring being active."
Arwen looked at her softly, smiling kindly and pulling the girl into her arms and letting her cry into her shoulder. "It will be alright." She murmured, rubbing her back, "The ring will be destroyed." She comforted the girl.
Faith crying carried on for a few more minutes before she pulled away from Arwen's kind embrace, "Thanks, Arwen, I shouldn't be blubbering so much."
Arwen looked at the girl, surprised by her choice of words, but didn't say anything on the subject, "Why don't you clean up and get dressed. I can do you hair."
Faith smiled at the elf, "Thank you, Arwen."
"It shall be no trouble."
Faith bit the inside of this cheek, "Arwen, you know Aragorn, right?"
Arwen looked at the girl, wondering faintly if she had some sort of feelings for the man. "Yes, very well."
"Did I do something that made him hate me so much?"
Arwen looked at the girl; she had such a depressing attitude towards what seemed like everything, then tried to choose the right words, "He is always wary of people he does not know."
"Okay." Faith said, "Would you tell him that I don't mean any harm." She paused for a second, "And that he's really good at being nearly everywhere."
Arwen laughed softly, "I will. I will leave you. I will be in my room when you are ready for me to do your hair."
"Alright."
Arwen left and Faith looked at the dress touched the fabric of the dress she had left for her. It was a lot like the one she was already wearing, except looked more delicate and softer. She went and began to get ready, still trying to hold her composure and hold back her tears. When she was finished she slipped off her current dress and looked at herself.
The bruises her father had given her were beginning to fade and she touched her arm and sighed. Part of her wanted to be home. Home was something she always understood; there were no surprises there. Home also meant her mom, step-dad and Constance. But home also meant pain; home meant being beaten everyday. Part of her wondered if her family was worth that pain, but quickly banished that thought and pinched her arm, "No, I want to go home."
She put on the dress and looked at herself in the mirror. In her own thoughts, it would have looked good on anyone other than herself. She put her sneakers back on and began walking toward Arwen's room, dragging her feet. She was about to knock on the door when she heard quiet voices and made a bad choice of listening to them.
~~*~~*~~*~~~~*~~ Inside the Room ~~*~~*~~~~*~~*~~
Aragorn held Arwen's hand, "You wished to speak to me?"
"It's about Faith."
"Yes?"
"Why are you so mean to her?"
"Mean?" Aragorn echoed. He hadn't thought of his actions as 'mean' before, but now that he thought of them, he realized he had been quite rude to her. "I do not trust her."
"Why? What has she done to make you doubt her being trustworthy?"
"When we were traveling to Rivendell, she hid her arms the entire way."
"Is that all?"
~~*~~*~~*~~~~*~~ Outside the Room ~~*~~*~~~~*~~*~~
Faith didn't want to hear anymore and decided to knock.
Much to her not surprise, Aragorn opened the door, "Yes?" He asked calmly.
"Oh," She said, fidgeting, "Never mind." She said turning and walking quickly away.
Aragorn glanced at Arwen, who sighed, "I offered to do her hair. She must have really be hurt, whether it be by you or someone else."
"Shall I go after her?" Aragorn offered, though most of him wanted to stay with Arwen, he saw all her sadness and felt a great amount of guilt. Perhaps Arwen was right, she might have hidden her arms for a reason. He decided to get her and as why.
"Thank you Aragorn." She kissed him softly and watched him leave. Her mind kept replaying the sound of Faith's broken sob and it was so sad, she could only pray that it the sadness could leave her heart.
~Lord of the Rings~Middle Earth~Rivendell~Shire~Gondor~Lothlorien~Rohan~Mirkwood~
Hey! I'm starting high school this year, go me! Hopefully I survive.... *winces*
AN/AR: *chest puffs out with pride* so I finished my next chapter. With ~great~ help from my editor Kae.
PS: Faith might end up with Eomer. Or I might send her home... Currently thinking...
~Lord of the Rings~Middle Earth~Rivendell~Shire~Gondor~Lothlorien~Rohan~Mirkwood~
Faith looked up and found herself staring at Aragorn. Wow, this man seemed to be everywhere. She didn't voice her thoughts, "I'm sorry Aragorn." She said, looking him in the eye. She paused and listened for sounds coming from the woods, wondering if Elrohir would follow her or not. She gave him a small, meek smile, "I have to go; I just heard Frodo woke up." She took off towards Frodo's room, not wanting to be around Aragorn for too long, he seemed to put her in a bad mood without having to try, or maybe he did.
She finally managed to get to where Frodo was, but (of course) not before tripping six times and nearly running into four people (elves, really, why were they so graceful, its really not fair). She saw Frodo come out of his room and embrace the other hobbits, including Bilbo, who Merry and Pippin insisted on haunting anytime they weren't trying to see Frodo. Elrond and Gandalf had only let Sam and Bilbo in to see Frodo, but not Merry or Pippin or Faith. Faith stood off to the side, she wasn't really friend with Frodo like the others, and so she decided not to interrupt them. Pippin and Bilbo both noticed her, Pippin decided to make a big deal about her being there, "Frodo! Look," He said, pointing at Faith (who wished she could disappear), "We all weren't the only ones really worried; so was Faith!"
Faith smiled and waved shyly at Frodo, "How is your shoulder?" She asked quietly, not looking at him.
"It is better, thank you for asking."
"No problem, just takes a little breath and movement of the tongue." She joked, making the five hobbits smile at her.
Elrond came in, "Faith, may Gandalf and I speak to you? It is about sending you home."
Faith smiled, "See ya, Frodo, guys." She followed Elrond to his library, "Yes?" She asked the two. Gandalf was sitting in a chair and Elrond quickly followed the suit.
Gandalf and Elrond exchanged quick looks, "Lady Faith," Elrond started, clearing his throat.
Faith interrupted him, "Just Faith," She said quietly.
"We are afraid we have to give you bad news." Gandalf said.
Faith stomach flipped at the words and she shifted, "What?"
"Sadly, with the ring active, the magic used to bring you here," Elrond told her, "Is less effective when Gandalf tries to use it. This means that until the ring is destroyed, you won't be able to be sent home. Even then, we're not sure it will work correctly."
Faith looked at them with tear-filled, scared eyes, "So, I can't go home?"
"No, if you wish, you may attend the council, because your life is also affected by the Ring."
Faith nodded, "Thank you." She said quietly. She had silently begun crying. She turned and walked away, trying her hardest not to break down. Once she made it a small distance into the forest, she began sobbing helplessly, wanting more than ever to go home. After crying for over an hour, she stood. Her face was covered with tearstains and her eyes her red and puffy. She started to walk back toward the House of Elrond, where she had been welcomed to stay. Elrond told her that she was welcome to stay until she got home, or the elves left, whatever came first. It seemed that the elves leaving would come first.
She drug her feet as she walked, head bowed. She had gotten a view of the gates of Rivendell when she saw several men and a few elves riding in on horses. One of them met eyes with her puffy ones and her gave her a polite smile. He was blond with high cheek bones, not bad looking, but wasn't quite her type. She continued to walk to her room. When she got to her room she fell onto her bed and curled up slightly, just wanting to crawl into a pit and die.
When a knock came on her door, she stood slowly and opened it. It was Arwen, holding a dress and smiling at her; when the she-elf saw the girl her smile faltered slightly, "Hello Faith," Faith gave her a weak smile, "I brought you a dress for tonight."
"What happens tonight?" Faith asked, stepping out of the door and making room for the elf to come in.
"The feast is to welcome the visitors attending my father's council to Rivendell, and also to celebrate Frodo' s recovery. You are attending, correct?"
"I guess." A new wave of tears came to the girl's eyes, she didn't quite understand why they were there, but a broken sob escaped her lips and Arwen looked at her, confused.
"What is wrong, Faith?" Arwen asked, concerned.
"I talked to your father and Gandalf today. They said I might not be able to go home. They say it has something to do with the Ring being active."
Arwen looked at her softly, smiling kindly and pulling the girl into her arms and letting her cry into her shoulder. "It will be alright." She murmured, rubbing her back, "The ring will be destroyed." She comforted the girl.
Faith crying carried on for a few more minutes before she pulled away from Arwen's kind embrace, "Thanks, Arwen, I shouldn't be blubbering so much."
Arwen looked at the girl, surprised by her choice of words, but didn't say anything on the subject, "Why don't you clean up and get dressed. I can do you hair."
Faith smiled at the elf, "Thank you, Arwen."
"It shall be no trouble."
Faith bit the inside of this cheek, "Arwen, you know Aragorn, right?"
Arwen looked at the girl, wondering faintly if she had some sort of feelings for the man. "Yes, very well."
"Did I do something that made him hate me so much?"
Arwen looked at the girl; she had such a depressing attitude towards what seemed like everything, then tried to choose the right words, "He is always wary of people he does not know."
"Okay." Faith said, "Would you tell him that I don't mean any harm." She paused for a second, "And that he's really good at being nearly everywhere."
Arwen laughed softly, "I will. I will leave you. I will be in my room when you are ready for me to do your hair."
"Alright."
Arwen left and Faith looked at the dress touched the fabric of the dress she had left for her. It was a lot like the one she was already wearing, except looked more delicate and softer. She went and began to get ready, still trying to hold her composure and hold back her tears. When she was finished she slipped off her current dress and looked at herself.
The bruises her father had given her were beginning to fade and she touched her arm and sighed. Part of her wanted to be home. Home was something she always understood; there were no surprises there. Home also meant her mom, step-dad and Constance. But home also meant pain; home meant being beaten everyday. Part of her wondered if her family was worth that pain, but quickly banished that thought and pinched her arm, "No, I want to go home."
She put on the dress and looked at herself in the mirror. In her own thoughts, it would have looked good on anyone other than herself. She put her sneakers back on and began walking toward Arwen's room, dragging her feet. She was about to knock on the door when she heard quiet voices and made a bad choice of listening to them.
~~*~~*~~*~~~~*~~ Inside the Room ~~*~~*~~~~*~~*~~
Aragorn held Arwen's hand, "You wished to speak to me?"
"It's about Faith."
"Yes?"
"Why are you so mean to her?"
"Mean?" Aragorn echoed. He hadn't thought of his actions as 'mean' before, but now that he thought of them, he realized he had been quite rude to her. "I do not trust her."
"Why? What has she done to make you doubt her being trustworthy?"
"When we were traveling to Rivendell, she hid her arms the entire way."
"Is that all?"
~~*~~*~~*~~~~*~~ Outside the Room ~~*~~*~~~~*~~*~~
Faith didn't want to hear anymore and decided to knock.
Much to her not surprise, Aragorn opened the door, "Yes?" He asked calmly.
"Oh," She said, fidgeting, "Never mind." She said turning and walking quickly away.
Aragorn glanced at Arwen, who sighed, "I offered to do her hair. She must have really be hurt, whether it be by you or someone else."
"Shall I go after her?" Aragorn offered, though most of him wanted to stay with Arwen, he saw all her sadness and felt a great amount of guilt. Perhaps Arwen was right, she might have hidden her arms for a reason. He decided to get her and as why.
"Thank you Aragorn." She kissed him softly and watched him leave. Her mind kept replaying the sound of Faith's broken sob and it was so sad, she could only pray that it the sadness could leave her heart.
~Lord of the Rings~Middle Earth~Rivendell~Shire~Gondor~Lothlorien~Rohan~Mirkwood~
Hey! I'm starting high school this year, go me! Hopefully I survive.... *winces*