"Let me out! I hate when you do this Legolas! Tell me what's going on now!"
I spent the next five minutes screaming, not caring who heard me. I just
wanted out. Finally giving up at the end of those five minutes, I sat down,
picked up the nearest book, and started reading it.
Over two hours later, I was awoken from the sleep that had taken me while I read.
"This may not be the best choice." I heard Legolas say.
"I know, but she must learn the truth of her past." I recognized the second voice. Elrond.
"But is this the best mission? I mean, the amount of danger."
"I understand your concern, but I trust you to watch over her during the time you are away."
"She's sixteen! Why her?"
"Because it's in her blood."
"She doesn't even know of her roots though, she won't understand." Legolas debated.
"Ah, but she will." A third voice cut in. It was powerful, but deep.
"Gandalf." Elrond said. 'Gandalf?' I thought, 'Elrond's mentioned him. What was he again? A wizard? Was that what Elrond had said?'
"How's Frodo? Has he improved?"
"Yes, greatly." Gandalf answered with a cheerful tone in his voice. 'Frodo? Who's Frodo?' I thought, 'That's not an elvish name. Nor do I believe it's human. But what is it?'
"Let us talk to her." Gandalf said. I quickly grabbed my book and pretended to be reading in the corner farthest from the door.
The door opened and in walked Legolas, Elrond, and a third guy, who I assumed was Gandalf. Trying to act surprised by this stranger, I said my courteous hello and introduced myself. He did the same. Then, they sat Elrond next to me on the cushioned bench, Legolas stood against the wall behind us, and Gandalf stood in front of me.
"Alaka," Elrond said in a gentle voice, "we have something to tell you about your parents." I looked at him with a confused face. 'Maybe they weren't talking about me out there,' I think.
My parents are a touchy subject. I remember, when I was younger, a young elf had been teasing me because my parents died. I spent the next two days locked in my room because I couldn't stop crying.
" We know who they were. Your mother was an elf from Mirkwood, and tour father was Arathorn, Aragorn father." I sat silently taking in the fact that I have a family.
" As you know, Arathorn is no longer with us, and I'm sorry to say the same of your mother," Gandalf had to add. 'It's not fair,' I'm thinking, 'you can't give a girl a family then take it away from her in the next sentence.' I just wanted to stand up and scream. I placed my hands over my face and buried my face in Elrond's lap. He quietly strokes my hair as I sobbed into his lap.
"It's not fair," I manage to say between my sobs.
"I know, I know," Elrond whispers. Stupid wizard, you gave me two seconds to be happy and then you tell me that.
Aragorn walks in and says "They need you two." Looking at Elrond and Gandalf.
"Does she know?" he then asks sympathetically. I look up. He sees my puffy, tear-stained face, walks over and sits on the other side of the bench. He pulls me off of Elrond and gives me a hug. I bury my face in his chest and realize, he's the only family I've got left. I burst into a new wave of tears.
"We must go." He whispers to Elrond. "Legolas, take her." He leaves and Legolas takes his spot as my pillow.
Legolas just sits there, stroking my hair like Elrond did. That's where we spent the rest of the day. Then, that night, he walked me to my room and we sat on my bed. I leaned my head on his chest, and he laid his head on mine. Then he did the nicest thing he'd ever done, he started singing my favorite elvish tune. We fell asleep like that.
The next morning, I woke to a small knock on my door. Elrond walks in and sees that he awoke me. Legolas is still sleeping. Elrond walks over and sits one the edge of the bed.
"How are you doing today?" he asks quietly.
"Still breathing." I manage to say. I don't feel like talking. He smiles.
"Well that's good." He chuckles. Legolas starts to stir. I'm still laying on his chest, so he can't leave when he wakes.
"You need to eat." He adds to the silence. I know if I stand, I'll soon be well acquainted with the floor, too well acquainted. Arwen then walks in, and I smile. She must be home from her trip. She's been gone for over a month.
"Oh honey," she says, walking over to me and giving me a hug. She kisses my forehead then hugs me again.
"Arwen, get her dressed, then bring her to the fountain out in the middle of the garden. Legolas." Elrond commands. He is quick to his feet. "Go to the kitchen and get some food. She needs to eat." He and Legolas leave the room and Arwen starts to help me up.
"Come on Alaka, you must get up." She pulls me off the bed, washes my hair and dresses me. She leads me down the back way to the fountain. She then sits me down with my back leaning against the fountain. She then sits on the edge behind me and starts playing with my semi-damp hair. Legolas walks down the path with a tray. Setting it down next to me he points to my hair and says to Arwen,
"May I?" she gets up and he sits down. he takes my golden brown hair and braids two small braids like his. When he's done, I lean my head against his knee and start to fall asleep, but then I hear Arwen's voice calling me back.
"You must eat Alaka." She says. I look at the tray and see some lembas bread. I take a bite, then put it down, while simultaneously falling back to sleep.
Thank you." She whispers. Then, turning her gaze to Legolas, she said, "Do you want me to take her?"
"No, go find your father. Ask him if she really must go. She cannot make this journey."
"I agree, but it is not our call to make." She agreed, and with a nod, she left.
The next day or two passes as a blur. I don't remember much. What I do remember, though, is murmuring about some journey, some people arguing, and then, well, nothing.
On the third day, I awoke to more arguing.
"She cannot make this journey!" Arwen shouted.
"She must." Elrond said raising his voice and shaking his head.
"She will not last." Legolas said quietly.
"She has no choice." Gandalf chimed in.
"This is not fair. She cannot do this." Arwen said, calming her voice. Legolas nods in agreement.
"She will not be alone." Gandalf also lowered his voice. "She will be among friends. And family." He added.
I start moaning because of the noise. Well, that and the fact that I have been practically unconscious for two days. Arwen rushes over to me.
"Ow." That's about all I can say.
"Out. Now. All of you." She says. The men reluctantly leave and she sits on the edge of my bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Better. What was that all about?"
"Oh, um." She was trying to decide whether or not to tell me.
"Never mind. What's today?" I asked. Who knows how long I've been asleep.
"Um, remember that day by the fountain?" I nod. "Two days later."
"Oh. Really? Wow. Ok. I'm confused." Then, of all the things to pop into my head, I think of Legolas. Before I can say anything, there's a knock on the door, and in walks, ironically, Legolas.
"Hey, how're you feeling?" He asks me as he sits in the chair next to my bed. He takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"Better than I was about an hour ago."
"Well, actually, I don't think you felt anything an hour ago."
"True.Hey Arwen, seriously now, what were you arguing about?"
"Later." She said, then gave me a kiss on my forehead. "Now, I must get you dressed to eat. Legolas, she'll see you later at dinner." He gave my hand another squeeze and left.
I was up and dressed. I entered the dining hall with Arwen just as dinner was starting. I took my seat next to Elrond and he gives me a kiss on my cheek and whispers,
"You are truly part of this family." I smile and nod thank you. Dinner was normal. Well, as normal as it could be with dwarfs, elves, men and hobbits gathering together.
After dinner, Elrond asked me to take a walk with him. Of course I would. So, anyways, he told me about this ring and this quest to destroy it. And there was this little twist he forgot to mention. I mean the fact that I was meant to destroy the ring.
See, what it boils down to is that ALL of Isildur's living descendants must be willing to destroy the ring for Sauron to be truly defeated. This will show NO weakness in the human race. Yea, I know, like that's possible! Anyways, that means that Aragorn and I must both agree to destroy the ring.
'Oy vay' I think. 'Can't I just write a note or something and stay here where it's safe? My note would be like:
Dear Sauron,
I don't want the ring. Destroy it.
Thanks,
Alaka.
Yea, I wish all things were that easy.
Over two hours later, I was awoken from the sleep that had taken me while I read.
"This may not be the best choice." I heard Legolas say.
"I know, but she must learn the truth of her past." I recognized the second voice. Elrond.
"But is this the best mission? I mean, the amount of danger."
"I understand your concern, but I trust you to watch over her during the time you are away."
"She's sixteen! Why her?"
"Because it's in her blood."
"She doesn't even know of her roots though, she won't understand." Legolas debated.
"Ah, but she will." A third voice cut in. It was powerful, but deep.
"Gandalf." Elrond said. 'Gandalf?' I thought, 'Elrond's mentioned him. What was he again? A wizard? Was that what Elrond had said?'
"How's Frodo? Has he improved?"
"Yes, greatly." Gandalf answered with a cheerful tone in his voice. 'Frodo? Who's Frodo?' I thought, 'That's not an elvish name. Nor do I believe it's human. But what is it?'
"Let us talk to her." Gandalf said. I quickly grabbed my book and pretended to be reading in the corner farthest from the door.
The door opened and in walked Legolas, Elrond, and a third guy, who I assumed was Gandalf. Trying to act surprised by this stranger, I said my courteous hello and introduced myself. He did the same. Then, they sat Elrond next to me on the cushioned bench, Legolas stood against the wall behind us, and Gandalf stood in front of me.
"Alaka," Elrond said in a gentle voice, "we have something to tell you about your parents." I looked at him with a confused face. 'Maybe they weren't talking about me out there,' I think.
My parents are a touchy subject. I remember, when I was younger, a young elf had been teasing me because my parents died. I spent the next two days locked in my room because I couldn't stop crying.
" We know who they were. Your mother was an elf from Mirkwood, and tour father was Arathorn, Aragorn father." I sat silently taking in the fact that I have a family.
" As you know, Arathorn is no longer with us, and I'm sorry to say the same of your mother," Gandalf had to add. 'It's not fair,' I'm thinking, 'you can't give a girl a family then take it away from her in the next sentence.' I just wanted to stand up and scream. I placed my hands over my face and buried my face in Elrond's lap. He quietly strokes my hair as I sobbed into his lap.
"It's not fair," I manage to say between my sobs.
"I know, I know," Elrond whispers. Stupid wizard, you gave me two seconds to be happy and then you tell me that.
Aragorn walks in and says "They need you two." Looking at Elrond and Gandalf.
"Does she know?" he then asks sympathetically. I look up. He sees my puffy, tear-stained face, walks over and sits on the other side of the bench. He pulls me off of Elrond and gives me a hug. I bury my face in his chest and realize, he's the only family I've got left. I burst into a new wave of tears.
"We must go." He whispers to Elrond. "Legolas, take her." He leaves and Legolas takes his spot as my pillow.
Legolas just sits there, stroking my hair like Elrond did. That's where we spent the rest of the day. Then, that night, he walked me to my room and we sat on my bed. I leaned my head on his chest, and he laid his head on mine. Then he did the nicest thing he'd ever done, he started singing my favorite elvish tune. We fell asleep like that.
The next morning, I woke to a small knock on my door. Elrond walks in and sees that he awoke me. Legolas is still sleeping. Elrond walks over and sits one the edge of the bed.
"How are you doing today?" he asks quietly.
"Still breathing." I manage to say. I don't feel like talking. He smiles.
"Well that's good." He chuckles. Legolas starts to stir. I'm still laying on his chest, so he can't leave when he wakes.
"You need to eat." He adds to the silence. I know if I stand, I'll soon be well acquainted with the floor, too well acquainted. Arwen then walks in, and I smile. She must be home from her trip. She's been gone for over a month.
"Oh honey," she says, walking over to me and giving me a hug. She kisses my forehead then hugs me again.
"Arwen, get her dressed, then bring her to the fountain out in the middle of the garden. Legolas." Elrond commands. He is quick to his feet. "Go to the kitchen and get some food. She needs to eat." He and Legolas leave the room and Arwen starts to help me up.
"Come on Alaka, you must get up." She pulls me off the bed, washes my hair and dresses me. She leads me down the back way to the fountain. She then sits me down with my back leaning against the fountain. She then sits on the edge behind me and starts playing with my semi-damp hair. Legolas walks down the path with a tray. Setting it down next to me he points to my hair and says to Arwen,
"May I?" she gets up and he sits down. he takes my golden brown hair and braids two small braids like his. When he's done, I lean my head against his knee and start to fall asleep, but then I hear Arwen's voice calling me back.
"You must eat Alaka." She says. I look at the tray and see some lembas bread. I take a bite, then put it down, while simultaneously falling back to sleep.
Thank you." She whispers. Then, turning her gaze to Legolas, she said, "Do you want me to take her?"
"No, go find your father. Ask him if she really must go. She cannot make this journey."
"I agree, but it is not our call to make." She agreed, and with a nod, she left.
The next day or two passes as a blur. I don't remember much. What I do remember, though, is murmuring about some journey, some people arguing, and then, well, nothing.
On the third day, I awoke to more arguing.
"She cannot make this journey!" Arwen shouted.
"She must." Elrond said raising his voice and shaking his head.
"She will not last." Legolas said quietly.
"She has no choice." Gandalf chimed in.
"This is not fair. She cannot do this." Arwen said, calming her voice. Legolas nods in agreement.
"She will not be alone." Gandalf also lowered his voice. "She will be among friends. And family." He added.
I start moaning because of the noise. Well, that and the fact that I have been practically unconscious for two days. Arwen rushes over to me.
"Ow." That's about all I can say.
"Out. Now. All of you." She says. The men reluctantly leave and she sits on the edge of my bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Better. What was that all about?"
"Oh, um." She was trying to decide whether or not to tell me.
"Never mind. What's today?" I asked. Who knows how long I've been asleep.
"Um, remember that day by the fountain?" I nod. "Two days later."
"Oh. Really? Wow. Ok. I'm confused." Then, of all the things to pop into my head, I think of Legolas. Before I can say anything, there's a knock on the door, and in walks, ironically, Legolas.
"Hey, how're you feeling?" He asks me as he sits in the chair next to my bed. He takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"Better than I was about an hour ago."
"Well, actually, I don't think you felt anything an hour ago."
"True.Hey Arwen, seriously now, what were you arguing about?"
"Later." She said, then gave me a kiss on my forehead. "Now, I must get you dressed to eat. Legolas, she'll see you later at dinner." He gave my hand another squeeze and left.
I was up and dressed. I entered the dining hall with Arwen just as dinner was starting. I took my seat next to Elrond and he gives me a kiss on my cheek and whispers,
"You are truly part of this family." I smile and nod thank you. Dinner was normal. Well, as normal as it could be with dwarfs, elves, men and hobbits gathering together.
After dinner, Elrond asked me to take a walk with him. Of course I would. So, anyways, he told me about this ring and this quest to destroy it. And there was this little twist he forgot to mention. I mean the fact that I was meant to destroy the ring.
See, what it boils down to is that ALL of Isildur's living descendants must be willing to destroy the ring for Sauron to be truly defeated. This will show NO weakness in the human race. Yea, I know, like that's possible! Anyways, that means that Aragorn and I must both agree to destroy the ring.
'Oy vay' I think. 'Can't I just write a note or something and stay here where it's safe? My note would be like:
Dear Sauron,
I don't want the ring. Destroy it.
Thanks,
Alaka.
Yea, I wish all things were that easy.