Disclaimer: These characters are not, never were, never will be mine.
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Chapter 2
At the very end of the main road beside the Northern River a winding path lead off. Not exactly what you would expect Lord Elrond, Leader of Rivendale's path to look like, but he liked things simple. Trees grew on ether side, blocking Rivendale Manner from view till the pillars were apone you. Two, huge, pillars stood on ether side of the road, leading you into the main court yard of the Manner. It was a large, sandy space, with the manner in front, stables to one side and fields on the other.
The house (as Elrond liked his home to be called) was a large building full of intricate corridors and bright rooms. It was a truly wonderful home. you would walk in a garden and realise you were actually inside still, or go through a door way and not realise you were outside till it rain on you! There were trees growing up walls and hundreds of plants in every room. A small stream ran threw several of the rooms before crashing down the gorge and joining The Northern.
We trotted between the pillars and into the main courtyard on the home, Lord Elronds home. My home too. A very familiar, chestnut mare was standing outside the stables, with a stable hand hurrying to remove her beautiful saddle. I rode over to the hand, Gathren followed behind me but Legolas and Feanaro just stared around, taking in the wonder of my home "When did King Aragorn arrive?" I asked, for I knew the horse was his, I had seen it many times before. Aragorn was an old friend of the families, and of mine. He was the King of all people.
"King Aragorn is hear already." Gathren commented, to himself mainly, "Legolas we had better go then." He jumped of his horse and thrust the rains at the already busy stable hand "Sort him" he turned and strode through the main door. Legolas hooked his horses rains threw a loop on the wall and looked, kindly to the stable hand, who was stood holding two horses and a saddle, and looking very cross.
"Don't worry, I'll sort him." I said
"Thank you" Legolas said, hurrying off after Gathren.
"My pleasure" I muted sadly. Dismounting I began to help the Stable hand with the horses, still feeling confused about Legolas and his friends.
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My father, Legolas, Gathren and Aragorn were in conference for 2 hours before I heard anything from them. This was not unusual, my father often had meetings with others for hours on end. I spent time with the horses and was out in the field when Legolas appeared. He came up behind me whilst I was sat on the grass. The moment I saw him I leaped up.
"Legolas!" I said, a little shocked, my heart skipped a beat as he spoke
"We would like you to come through into the conference room please" and he left as quickly as he had appeared. How weird. Why did they want me? I got up and followed, quite a way behind him.
I walked into the house and down a long, decorated corridor. It looked dark this deep inside the house after the bright sun of summer. I soon came to the out side of the door. Knock knock.
I always had to remember my manners with my dad.
"Come in" came his call. I pushed the door open and walked inside. They were sat around 3 sides of a square table, with the empty side facing the door, facing me.
"Sit" I was told so I did. They looked very stern, almost worried. Whatever they wanted to discuss had to be serious, very serious.
"We have been discussing your future in hear and so decided it was time to bring you in" my father began.
"My future? What's there for you to discus?" I interrupted
"Let me speak" he barked, "as you know, when you came to me we decided you would have to keep your magic to a minimum, but now that is impossible." He said matter of factly. The thought had never occured to me.
"But what about the council, I cant use magic freely, they will sense it and find me" I interrupted again.
The council. Sarumaon was a member and so was my true father. It is a council of the most powerful wizards in Middle earth and they are truly powerful. When it began it was a good idea. Members swore to be true to each other and true to Middle Earth, however they grew power mad. It was because of them my father left and most of the rulers in middle earth avoid them. They are dangerous.
They sent my father away when the found out about me. He wouldn't tell them where I was and so they banished him. That is why I am hiding. They wanted to find me as a baby and kill me. They were afraid of Gandalf, he was threatening the leader, he was growing as powerful and they fear I may do the same. They can sence magic, they can feel it. So I have been ristricted. I could only use tiny amounts.
I didn't understand, what had changed? Why did this need discussing? Without stopping to think I pointed my finger at the table, blue sparks began to circle then a glass appeared. I took a long, refreshing gulp of ice cold water and set the glass down.
"You already use your magic freely" Elrond was not looking happy, "See, you didn't even think twice about summoning your self a drink"
"It was only from the other room" I cried out in anger.
"Yes, but you cant comprehend how well the council can sense magic, I don't know, Elrond doesn't" Aragorn spoke up for the first time "this is why we can keep on with this, its to risky"
Now I was getting very cross. "So what, you want me to stop using it all together" They were talking, but not explaining, I wanted to know what had been going on. What had they been saying while I wasn't hear?
"No, no of course not" Elrond said in a brisk tone, as if the idea was so silly it shouldn't even have been thought of.
"Well what?" They all fell silent. It seemed no one wanted to tell me what they had planed. One idea suddenly popped into my head but it was a terrible idea. It was an idea so freighting I pushed it away immediately. Finely Gathren spoke.
"We want you to face the council of the white" he said simply, with a smirk that added - to see if you survive! This was what had been my idea. This was the thought so terrible I pushed it from my head and now, as a looked around the table the faces looked at me all agreed that I had to do it.
"WHAT? YOUR SENDING ME TO MY DEATH!" I screamed finally able to find my voice.
"Yep" Gathren sneered, evilly. Thoughts began to swirl in my head, the most prominent of which was hatred for Gathren. God he was arrogant, I just wish I could- I stopped my mind from finishing that sentence, for fear of what it might do to him. I may hate him but I don't think that I stand much chance of convincing Elrond I am in control of my magic if Gathren blew up right hear and now.
"No, that's not it" Legolas finally spoke, It was a good job too; I could see Gathrens hair beginning to smoulder, evadently I hadn't quite stopped myself. My attention swapped immediately to the tall, beautiful elf who was now talking to me. "Your spirit is too free, your imagination too wild, your power too strong. You can't spend your life it hiding. Its not fair." I almost collapsed on the spot. Amidst all the chaos I had managed to fall completely in love with Legolas and now he was paying me a huge complement. I had to concentrate on staying upright. Think Fen; you don't want to fall over. I tried to smile flirtatiously with him, but all that came out was a weak grin. My mind drifted off, away from this room into the depth of his saurian grey eyes.
"We have been discussing it for a long time and the fact is this can't go on. The arrangement isn't going to work forever" Elronds voice came floating into my mind. I floated back to reality.
"Also we have heard some news. Bad news for you." Aragorn had taken over now. I took a long look around the room. I did not want to face the council but I could see in their faces that they really cared and they thought this was the best way forward. My gaze fell on Gathren.
He was sat in his chair looking very smug. He was pleased I was in danger. He disliked me as much as I disliked him. This struck me as strange. Elves were slow to judge people. I had spent less than a day with him and already he had a strong dislike for me. I blamed my feelings on the wizard in me. It was odd, but then it was also strange for an elf to be such a self centred, vile, nasty, scheming-. I noticed his hair smoking again, so I turned away quickly
"Bad news?" I questioned, turning back to Aragorn.
"Yes. It appears that your mother had some kind of diary. And the council now have it." What was so wrong with that? I thought. She's dead surly there's nothing that diary could tell that they didn't know already. Aragorn went on. "Now, your mother died before the arrangements with Elrond were made, so they don't now your hear but they now know you defiantly existed and the details of your birth. This will make it a lot simpler for them to track you down."
"Oh" it was all I could say. I looked from face to face. I knew I had no choice, I had to go. If the council found me they would kill me, but if I went to them I might be able to convince them to let me live. It was an evil choice. "O.k. I will go."
"Thank you" Elrond said, without a smile.
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Chapter 2
At the very end of the main road beside the Northern River a winding path lead off. Not exactly what you would expect Lord Elrond, Leader of Rivendale's path to look like, but he liked things simple. Trees grew on ether side, blocking Rivendale Manner from view till the pillars were apone you. Two, huge, pillars stood on ether side of the road, leading you into the main court yard of the Manner. It was a large, sandy space, with the manner in front, stables to one side and fields on the other.
The house (as Elrond liked his home to be called) was a large building full of intricate corridors and bright rooms. It was a truly wonderful home. you would walk in a garden and realise you were actually inside still, or go through a door way and not realise you were outside till it rain on you! There were trees growing up walls and hundreds of plants in every room. A small stream ran threw several of the rooms before crashing down the gorge and joining The Northern.
We trotted between the pillars and into the main courtyard on the home, Lord Elronds home. My home too. A very familiar, chestnut mare was standing outside the stables, with a stable hand hurrying to remove her beautiful saddle. I rode over to the hand, Gathren followed behind me but Legolas and Feanaro just stared around, taking in the wonder of my home "When did King Aragorn arrive?" I asked, for I knew the horse was his, I had seen it many times before. Aragorn was an old friend of the families, and of mine. He was the King of all people.
"King Aragorn is hear already." Gathren commented, to himself mainly, "Legolas we had better go then." He jumped of his horse and thrust the rains at the already busy stable hand "Sort him" he turned and strode through the main door. Legolas hooked his horses rains threw a loop on the wall and looked, kindly to the stable hand, who was stood holding two horses and a saddle, and looking very cross.
"Don't worry, I'll sort him." I said
"Thank you" Legolas said, hurrying off after Gathren.
"My pleasure" I muted sadly. Dismounting I began to help the Stable hand with the horses, still feeling confused about Legolas and his friends.
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My father, Legolas, Gathren and Aragorn were in conference for 2 hours before I heard anything from them. This was not unusual, my father often had meetings with others for hours on end. I spent time with the horses and was out in the field when Legolas appeared. He came up behind me whilst I was sat on the grass. The moment I saw him I leaped up.
"Legolas!" I said, a little shocked, my heart skipped a beat as he spoke
"We would like you to come through into the conference room please" and he left as quickly as he had appeared. How weird. Why did they want me? I got up and followed, quite a way behind him.
I walked into the house and down a long, decorated corridor. It looked dark this deep inside the house after the bright sun of summer. I soon came to the out side of the door. Knock knock.
I always had to remember my manners with my dad.
"Come in" came his call. I pushed the door open and walked inside. They were sat around 3 sides of a square table, with the empty side facing the door, facing me.
"Sit" I was told so I did. They looked very stern, almost worried. Whatever they wanted to discuss had to be serious, very serious.
"We have been discussing your future in hear and so decided it was time to bring you in" my father began.
"My future? What's there for you to discus?" I interrupted
"Let me speak" he barked, "as you know, when you came to me we decided you would have to keep your magic to a minimum, but now that is impossible." He said matter of factly. The thought had never occured to me.
"But what about the council, I cant use magic freely, they will sense it and find me" I interrupted again.
The council. Sarumaon was a member and so was my true father. It is a council of the most powerful wizards in Middle earth and they are truly powerful. When it began it was a good idea. Members swore to be true to each other and true to Middle Earth, however they grew power mad. It was because of them my father left and most of the rulers in middle earth avoid them. They are dangerous.
They sent my father away when the found out about me. He wouldn't tell them where I was and so they banished him. That is why I am hiding. They wanted to find me as a baby and kill me. They were afraid of Gandalf, he was threatening the leader, he was growing as powerful and they fear I may do the same. They can sence magic, they can feel it. So I have been ristricted. I could only use tiny amounts.
I didn't understand, what had changed? Why did this need discussing? Without stopping to think I pointed my finger at the table, blue sparks began to circle then a glass appeared. I took a long, refreshing gulp of ice cold water and set the glass down.
"You already use your magic freely" Elrond was not looking happy, "See, you didn't even think twice about summoning your self a drink"
"It was only from the other room" I cried out in anger.
"Yes, but you cant comprehend how well the council can sense magic, I don't know, Elrond doesn't" Aragorn spoke up for the first time "this is why we can keep on with this, its to risky"
Now I was getting very cross. "So what, you want me to stop using it all together" They were talking, but not explaining, I wanted to know what had been going on. What had they been saying while I wasn't hear?
"No, no of course not" Elrond said in a brisk tone, as if the idea was so silly it shouldn't even have been thought of.
"Well what?" They all fell silent. It seemed no one wanted to tell me what they had planed. One idea suddenly popped into my head but it was a terrible idea. It was an idea so freighting I pushed it away immediately. Finely Gathren spoke.
"We want you to face the council of the white" he said simply, with a smirk that added - to see if you survive! This was what had been my idea. This was the thought so terrible I pushed it from my head and now, as a looked around the table the faces looked at me all agreed that I had to do it.
"WHAT? YOUR SENDING ME TO MY DEATH!" I screamed finally able to find my voice.
"Yep" Gathren sneered, evilly. Thoughts began to swirl in my head, the most prominent of which was hatred for Gathren. God he was arrogant, I just wish I could- I stopped my mind from finishing that sentence, for fear of what it might do to him. I may hate him but I don't think that I stand much chance of convincing Elrond I am in control of my magic if Gathren blew up right hear and now.
"No, that's not it" Legolas finally spoke, It was a good job too; I could see Gathrens hair beginning to smoulder, evadently I hadn't quite stopped myself. My attention swapped immediately to the tall, beautiful elf who was now talking to me. "Your spirit is too free, your imagination too wild, your power too strong. You can't spend your life it hiding. Its not fair." I almost collapsed on the spot. Amidst all the chaos I had managed to fall completely in love with Legolas and now he was paying me a huge complement. I had to concentrate on staying upright. Think Fen; you don't want to fall over. I tried to smile flirtatiously with him, but all that came out was a weak grin. My mind drifted off, away from this room into the depth of his saurian grey eyes.
"We have been discussing it for a long time and the fact is this can't go on. The arrangement isn't going to work forever" Elronds voice came floating into my mind. I floated back to reality.
"Also we have heard some news. Bad news for you." Aragorn had taken over now. I took a long look around the room. I did not want to face the council but I could see in their faces that they really cared and they thought this was the best way forward. My gaze fell on Gathren.
He was sat in his chair looking very smug. He was pleased I was in danger. He disliked me as much as I disliked him. This struck me as strange. Elves were slow to judge people. I had spent less than a day with him and already he had a strong dislike for me. I blamed my feelings on the wizard in me. It was odd, but then it was also strange for an elf to be such a self centred, vile, nasty, scheming-. I noticed his hair smoking again, so I turned away quickly
"Bad news?" I questioned, turning back to Aragorn.
"Yes. It appears that your mother had some kind of diary. And the council now have it." What was so wrong with that? I thought. She's dead surly there's nothing that diary could tell that they didn't know already. Aragorn went on. "Now, your mother died before the arrangements with Elrond were made, so they don't now your hear but they now know you defiantly existed and the details of your birth. This will make it a lot simpler for them to track you down."
"Oh" it was all I could say. I looked from face to face. I knew I had no choice, I had to go. If the council found me they would kill me, but if I went to them I might be able to convince them to let me live. It was an evil choice. "O.k. I will go."
"Thank you" Elrond said, without a smile.