Rogue sat on a bench overlooking the river that marked the borders of Rivendell. She had much on her mind, but didn't seem to be going anywhere with it all. She had so many questions, it didn't seem she could hold them all in her head. Sauron was her father. Why, then had she killed him? Had she killed him? Yes, she answered that question herself. She remembered doing it. She closed her eyes and tried to get more of her memory back. A vision started forming in her head.
She was walking through a hall, a dark passage, with loud noises all around. Noises of war. There was a light at the end of the stone tunnel, and she walked slowly up to it. Walking through it, she carefully crawled down the slopes of a mountain. She smelled blood, death, and heard the screams and clinking of swords. She got to the top of a small rocky hill, and looked over it. There was a man, her father, throwing down and killing the king. His, son, Isildure ran over to his father's dead body, and looked at Sauron with pure hatred in his eyes. He grabbed his fathers sword, breaking it as he pulled it out from the stones in lay wedged between. She was hurrying down the mountain side now, anger and meaningless life filling her with pure rage. Her father was the one to blame for the every ones suffering, her included. She pulled out her sword and, her knowing his only weakness, cut off the finger that held the Ring of Power. An invisible force came pounding through everyone, destroying all the orcs, and monsters Sauron had created, and destrying Sauron himself. She got up off her feet, and started climbing up the mountain. The climb was brief, no more than ten minutes, and when she got to the top, she realized it was a volcano. Of couse, she knew that.
The volcano was very active, and had a ledge that went out into the middle. She walked to the edge, and looked down into the hot, swarming, black and dark red lava below, just daring herself to jump. She just stood there for a few minutes, a few hours, who knew, who cared. She took a deep breath, and turned around. Gasping, and scared out of her wits, she saw a man halfway through, blocking her exit. It was Elrond. But she didn't know that then. He took a step forward, trying to see who she was. She took a step back, afraid of him, not knowing who he was. Another step, and she tripped. Tumbling backwards, she grabbed onto the first thing she could; the cliff. She thrust her other hand up, screaming as she looked down, felling the heat of the lava hundreds of feet below her burn her face. The man showed his face anxiously over the cliff, and started pulling her up. He lifted her up, and placed her on the other side of him. The exit was now free. She looked at the man with fear, taking a few more steps back from him, and ran.
The memory ended and the smell of smoke, molten rock, and blood vanished into the smells of clean, fresh air. The sounds of war, the screaming and bleeding, then cheering on as vicoty held it's feirce head high disapeared. The sound of running water, and small animals and birds filled her ears with joy, but her heart still remained hollow. The only thing that was explained to her now was that more questions needed to be asked. She yearned for answers, but thought of no one who would give them to her. Elrond certainly would not, he seemed to think that she should 'know when the time comes'. She sighed deeply, then spun around wildly as some one gently tapped her on the shoulder.
It was Elrond. "You startled me." She told him directly, with a slight edge to her voice.
"Come with me." He replied, blankly. He tuned around, and started walking. she hesitantly followed him, not knowing if she was to trust him or not. If he had saved her life, and she still ran from him, there should have been a reason. "Have you, I wonder, started remembering your past yet?" He asked, yanking her off her trail of thought. His voice sounded steady, though he was walking.
"Yes." She answered blankly, trying to be clear she did not want to talk about it. She knew he took to her hint, but asked anyway.
"What, then, have you remembered?" He asked, glancing at her, who was now glaring ahead.
"Who my father is, how he died, and when I first saw you at Mount Doom." She said, stopping as he did. He looked at her with a surprised expression on his face. "Why did I run from you?" She asked, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, not wanting to make eye contact.
He gave her a strange look. "I was hoping you could answer that." He kept walking, both of them in silence. She had no clue about anything now, and felt like her head was going to explode. Five minutes ago she wanted to remember everything. Now she just wanted to forget.
They walked on for no more than a few minutes before they came to a locked door. Elrond went through his chain of keys, and selecting one very old looking one, unlocked the door. She peeked her head inside, and watched his as he walked in, motioning for her to do the same. She went in to find a room filled with small objects, powders, herbs and such. Elrond walked over to one of the walls, and opened a small vault, pulling out what looked like some neatly folded robes, and attached to them small bags of who knew what. He walked over to the table on the side of the room, and lit a torch so there was light near there. Pulling out a chair, he sat on a different one. Guessing the empty chair was for her and sat down. Keeping a blank expression she looked at the things that lay on the stone table.
"These were your mothers once." He said, avoiding eye contact. "I'm sure she would've wanted you to have them."
"Tell me about my mother and father." She said demandingly, and he looked at her with a stare that warned her away, but they both knew she had a right to know these things, so he took a deep breath and began.
"A long time ago, before Sauron, your father, was at full power, he made a decision that most would call pointless, but wiser ones knew was very ingenious. He knew that there was a chance that something may happen to him, that he may come across a warrior that was stronger than he, and be defeated. He decided to have a son, so if that were ever the case, he could resurect himself in his body, and come back to full power. In order for him to come into full power though, he had to not only use one of his blood, but also a pure nymph. He was the last pure male nymph, and your mother was the last known female. He kidnapped her," He stopped to take a breath, and kept talking," And enpregnated her so that he could have a son. When you were born a girl, he killed your mother out of pure rage. That was the stupid thing to do. Now he was left with a girl. But he kept you, for who knows what reasons, and raised you in private so that no one knew of your existance. No one, but I."
"How did you know?" She looked at him, who was once again staring at the wall, but not with the usually meaningless, hollow eyes.
"Your mother knew of her fate before she was died. The night she left she said one thing, the last thing I ever heard from her. 'Don't come after me, and take good care of her.' I had no clue what she was talking about, until I saw you that night on Mount Doom." He replied. Picking up a pouch, and pouring it's contents into his open palm, he continued. "This was one of her favorite things. It has been a family tradition to give this to the one you love, and stay connected with them through it. And to give to your children." He held up a ring, with a beautifully decorated silver band, and a green jewel placed firmly in the middle. She reached her hand out to inspect it more close up, and noticed that he wore one of the same. Silently she decided not to mention it, knowing exactly what it meant. She put the ring on, watching in wonder as it changed it's size to fit her perfectly, and as the green jewel seemed to light up as she wore it. It was beautiful.
"Thanks." She said. He handed her the rest of the things on the table, She took them, and started to look at them, but was torn away from that by the sound of his voice going on.
"You should be able to figure out what the rest of this is. And your past shall reveal itself just as it has already." He looked at her with pity, and started up again. "I will warn you, it won't be a pleasent experience. Enjoy life while you can, for it shall all come back to reality soon. And there is one more thing..." he trailed off thoughtfully. Seeming very amused at some thought he continued. "You will find that out today, I would think." He got up and headed for the door, leaving, and she followed wondering what he was talking about. He locked the room once she had left. "Have fun." He told her, smirking. She just stared at him wondering what was so funny, what was going to happen, and-
She stopped suddenly. Staring strait ahead she held her breath and her hear skipped a beat. There was a giant female tiger standing three feet in front of her. She gasped and took a few steps back, wide eyes and frightened. Her head started spinning again, and she stuttered "She", nervously she tried again. "She..ba.." She said slowly. She had no idea what it meant, but it was the first thing that came to her mind. Her mind deceived her, as the tiger started growling, walking towards her.
Elrond kept walking in the other direction, not a clue what was going on this very second only around the corner. He stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a deathly roar, followed by a high-pitched scream, and looked around curiosly. "Welcome back, Sheba." He said to himself. With that slightly amused look still on his face, he kept walking forward. Letting out a slight chuckle, he went on his way.
She was walking through a hall, a dark passage, with loud noises all around. Noises of war. There was a light at the end of the stone tunnel, and she walked slowly up to it. Walking through it, she carefully crawled down the slopes of a mountain. She smelled blood, death, and heard the screams and clinking of swords. She got to the top of a small rocky hill, and looked over it. There was a man, her father, throwing down and killing the king. His, son, Isildure ran over to his father's dead body, and looked at Sauron with pure hatred in his eyes. He grabbed his fathers sword, breaking it as he pulled it out from the stones in lay wedged between. She was hurrying down the mountain side now, anger and meaningless life filling her with pure rage. Her father was the one to blame for the every ones suffering, her included. She pulled out her sword and, her knowing his only weakness, cut off the finger that held the Ring of Power. An invisible force came pounding through everyone, destroying all the orcs, and monsters Sauron had created, and destrying Sauron himself. She got up off her feet, and started climbing up the mountain. The climb was brief, no more than ten minutes, and when she got to the top, she realized it was a volcano. Of couse, she knew that.
The volcano was very active, and had a ledge that went out into the middle. She walked to the edge, and looked down into the hot, swarming, black and dark red lava below, just daring herself to jump. She just stood there for a few minutes, a few hours, who knew, who cared. She took a deep breath, and turned around. Gasping, and scared out of her wits, she saw a man halfway through, blocking her exit. It was Elrond. But she didn't know that then. He took a step forward, trying to see who she was. She took a step back, afraid of him, not knowing who he was. Another step, and she tripped. Tumbling backwards, she grabbed onto the first thing she could; the cliff. She thrust her other hand up, screaming as she looked down, felling the heat of the lava hundreds of feet below her burn her face. The man showed his face anxiously over the cliff, and started pulling her up. He lifted her up, and placed her on the other side of him. The exit was now free. She looked at the man with fear, taking a few more steps back from him, and ran.
The memory ended and the smell of smoke, molten rock, and blood vanished into the smells of clean, fresh air. The sounds of war, the screaming and bleeding, then cheering on as vicoty held it's feirce head high disapeared. The sound of running water, and small animals and birds filled her ears with joy, but her heart still remained hollow. The only thing that was explained to her now was that more questions needed to be asked. She yearned for answers, but thought of no one who would give them to her. Elrond certainly would not, he seemed to think that she should 'know when the time comes'. She sighed deeply, then spun around wildly as some one gently tapped her on the shoulder.
It was Elrond. "You startled me." She told him directly, with a slight edge to her voice.
"Come with me." He replied, blankly. He tuned around, and started walking. she hesitantly followed him, not knowing if she was to trust him or not. If he had saved her life, and she still ran from him, there should have been a reason. "Have you, I wonder, started remembering your past yet?" He asked, yanking her off her trail of thought. His voice sounded steady, though he was walking.
"Yes." She answered blankly, trying to be clear she did not want to talk about it. She knew he took to her hint, but asked anyway.
"What, then, have you remembered?" He asked, glancing at her, who was now glaring ahead.
"Who my father is, how he died, and when I first saw you at Mount Doom." She said, stopping as he did. He looked at her with a surprised expression on his face. "Why did I run from you?" She asked, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, not wanting to make eye contact.
He gave her a strange look. "I was hoping you could answer that." He kept walking, both of them in silence. She had no clue about anything now, and felt like her head was going to explode. Five minutes ago she wanted to remember everything. Now she just wanted to forget.
They walked on for no more than a few minutes before they came to a locked door. Elrond went through his chain of keys, and selecting one very old looking one, unlocked the door. She peeked her head inside, and watched his as he walked in, motioning for her to do the same. She went in to find a room filled with small objects, powders, herbs and such. Elrond walked over to one of the walls, and opened a small vault, pulling out what looked like some neatly folded robes, and attached to them small bags of who knew what. He walked over to the table on the side of the room, and lit a torch so there was light near there. Pulling out a chair, he sat on a different one. Guessing the empty chair was for her and sat down. Keeping a blank expression she looked at the things that lay on the stone table.
"These were your mothers once." He said, avoiding eye contact. "I'm sure she would've wanted you to have them."
"Tell me about my mother and father." She said demandingly, and he looked at her with a stare that warned her away, but they both knew she had a right to know these things, so he took a deep breath and began.
"A long time ago, before Sauron, your father, was at full power, he made a decision that most would call pointless, but wiser ones knew was very ingenious. He knew that there was a chance that something may happen to him, that he may come across a warrior that was stronger than he, and be defeated. He decided to have a son, so if that were ever the case, he could resurect himself in his body, and come back to full power. In order for him to come into full power though, he had to not only use one of his blood, but also a pure nymph. He was the last pure male nymph, and your mother was the last known female. He kidnapped her," He stopped to take a breath, and kept talking," And enpregnated her so that he could have a son. When you were born a girl, he killed your mother out of pure rage. That was the stupid thing to do. Now he was left with a girl. But he kept you, for who knows what reasons, and raised you in private so that no one knew of your existance. No one, but I."
"How did you know?" She looked at him, who was once again staring at the wall, but not with the usually meaningless, hollow eyes.
"Your mother knew of her fate before she was died. The night she left she said one thing, the last thing I ever heard from her. 'Don't come after me, and take good care of her.' I had no clue what she was talking about, until I saw you that night on Mount Doom." He replied. Picking up a pouch, and pouring it's contents into his open palm, he continued. "This was one of her favorite things. It has been a family tradition to give this to the one you love, and stay connected with them through it. And to give to your children." He held up a ring, with a beautifully decorated silver band, and a green jewel placed firmly in the middle. She reached her hand out to inspect it more close up, and noticed that he wore one of the same. Silently she decided not to mention it, knowing exactly what it meant. She put the ring on, watching in wonder as it changed it's size to fit her perfectly, and as the green jewel seemed to light up as she wore it. It was beautiful.
"Thanks." She said. He handed her the rest of the things on the table, She took them, and started to look at them, but was torn away from that by the sound of his voice going on.
"You should be able to figure out what the rest of this is. And your past shall reveal itself just as it has already." He looked at her with pity, and started up again. "I will warn you, it won't be a pleasent experience. Enjoy life while you can, for it shall all come back to reality soon. And there is one more thing..." he trailed off thoughtfully. Seeming very amused at some thought he continued. "You will find that out today, I would think." He got up and headed for the door, leaving, and she followed wondering what he was talking about. He locked the room once she had left. "Have fun." He told her, smirking. She just stared at him wondering what was so funny, what was going to happen, and-
She stopped suddenly. Staring strait ahead she held her breath and her hear skipped a beat. There was a giant female tiger standing three feet in front of her. She gasped and took a few steps back, wide eyes and frightened. Her head started spinning again, and she stuttered "She", nervously she tried again. "She..ba.." She said slowly. She had no idea what it meant, but it was the first thing that came to her mind. Her mind deceived her, as the tiger started growling, walking towards her.
Elrond kept walking in the other direction, not a clue what was going on this very second only around the corner. He stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a deathly roar, followed by a high-pitched scream, and looked around curiosly. "Welcome back, Sheba." He said to himself. With that slightly amused look still on his face, he kept walking forward. Letting out a slight chuckle, he went on his way.