Hey ppl! Once again here is my next chapter- a lot longer than most of the others, but I'm thinking I should keep them about this length- any ideas?
Anyway you know the disclaimer- same as chapter one!
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Waking up to Rivendell
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*Elenya's POV*
I came to suddenly, but didn't open my eyes straight away; I just lay there for a little while, completely aware of everything. The wind was blowing in the trees and I could hear water, gushing, thundering and trickling outside. My head felt sort of fuzzy- like I couldn't think clearly and my body felt sore, but totally relaxed. I had bandages on both arms and a cool cloth on my forehead.
I knew there were people in the room, but only because they were adjusting my bedcovers and talking very softly in Elvish. There were no footsteps or any other sound of movement. So I must be in Rivendell then.
I remembered about the cuts on my arms and Boromir finding me. And then remembered Mark and his day in the park. I opened my eyes and found two elves standing over me, who, like most elves, almost looked as though they had a light of their own coming off them.
One was a man and another was a woman- I assumed they must be related. They both had long dark hair and deep grey eyes. I was struck by how beautiful they were, since I had only ever met two elves before in my life. I couldn't see much of them as the only light in the room was coming from the veiled moon outside and from them. They both looked slightly shocked to see me-awake at least.
"How are you?" asked the man, "How do you feel?" I spoke as clearly as I could;
"I feel a little sore, but much better than before. Thank you." I answered -remembering my manners. "Who are you and what's the date?"
"I am Elrond, and you are in Rivendell. This is my daughter Arwen. The date is September the 27th and you have been here for three nights."
The woman spoke and her voice had the kind of clarity that was only ever heard in elvish voices. "My father and I have been treating you since you arrived-do you feel ill at all?"
"No, well my head feels a bit fuzzy, and I'm quite sore- but what was the matter with me?" I replied, propping myself up, eager to know, and hoping they would tell me.
They nodded simultaneously and Arwen left the room.
"She has gone to find Bormir, he will be pleased to know you are awake," Said Elrond, as he sat down at the end of my bed.
"Oh is he here? How is he? I should thank him- I might not be here without him."
"You will, in time, but first I will answer your question. Boromir arrived here with you three days ago and he said he had found you a few days before that."
"That's right, I think. But what was the matter with me? I felt so sick, I though I was about to die- I was so weak!"
"Well when you got here, we though that the only problem were the cuts on your arms. But you were (and are) very, very sick- we think it must be some kind of poison. You have spent the last days in and out of a fever, mumbling in your sleep and screaming out for no reason- sometimes barely breathing."
"But why?" I cried, "The night before Bormir found me, I was fine!!!" I just couldn't see why this had happened. He paused, lost in thought for a while, and then started again.
"Well the only other thing we know of is that there was a little round mark in your side as though something had pierced you".
I then remembered the dream I had before Bormir stumbled upon me and the pain in my side. I found Elrond staring at me- he knew what I was thinking! Boromir must have told him. I wasn't sure whether to be angry or relieved.
"But what does it mean? I don't understand! I mean, I just woke up and it was there, in the exact place, and the all cuts too!" Elrond put up his hand and stopped me.
"I don't know, and we don't really have a way of finding out, but you must tell me if this happens again, it could be dangerous; depending on what you are dreaming of!"
I nodded, wondering whether to tell him about the dream I had just had, about that shiny metal thing Mark was riding but then Arwen came in again, with a large wooden cup in her hands.
"I told Boromir, but he can come and visit you in the morning. For now, drink this- you need your rest."
I took the cup from her a downed it in one go. It was hot and really sweet, like honey but not sickly. Before I knew it my eyelids were drooping, and Elrond and Arwen were leaving the room.
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No-one in Rivendell knew it, but that night, far away in the shire, there were four asleep in the Old Forest. Four hobbits sleeping in the house of the keeper of the forest- Tom Bombadil.
They were tired and weary, and were glad he had taken them into his house and offered to help him, but one of them was having trouble sleeping. His companions were all fast asleep and only he laid awake, thinking ill thoughts for a while before he fell into troubled dreams.
No-one in Rivendell knew what those four were doing, or where they were, and none knew that the ring of power was heading towards them as they slept. Or what would happen when it arrived. . .
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*Boromir's POV*
I went to see Elenya's room to see her early the next afternoon, thinking she may want the morning to rest. I still had all her possessions, so I decided that she would need them back too.
I knocked on the door and entered, finding her sitting by the window with a book open in her lap, staring out the window. She was wrapped up in a shawl, but she still had blankets draped on her lap, and I could tell she hadn't put them there; she looked uncomfortably warm.
She still looked a bit sick. Her eyes were quite puffy, and she looked quite pale, but she looked at peace, looking out at the view of Rivendell.
"How are you Lady Elenya?" I asked gently.
She turned around abruptly- I guess she must have not known it was me until I spoke. Her face broke into a warm smile.
"Boromir! Oh, I'm fine, I'm great, but I. . . " She looked down at the book on her lap.
"I want to thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I probably would have died, so I want to thank you so much for bringing me here and looking after me on the way."
By this point she was blushing bright red and looking furiously down.
I was feeling quite embarrassed too. She seemed to be spreading it.
"Well, I don't think it was a big thing- any decent man would have done it. You don't need to thank me at all." She didn't look up but I could see she was smiling again.
"Um, so what where you doing? Reading?" I asked, pointing at the book.
"Oh, I was, but then I looked out the window and well, sort of forgot about it." She looked out again and doing the same I could see why she had gotten lost.
The hospital wings in Rivendell were quite high up and you could see almost all of Rivendell from her window.
There were cliffs basking in the early afternoon sun and covered with huge coniferous trees. There was one large river, running over the rocks and into waterfalls until it gathered at the bottom of the valley. There ran a million other streams gushing and falling.
Everywhere had the feel of early autumn to it. The trees were burning red orange and yellow and there was hint of a chill in the air. It was breathtaking, once you looked.
We didn't speak for a while, content to sit in Rivendell and really appreciate where we were. I realised I hadn't done that since I arrived. After a few minutes Elenya spoke.
"I've heard so much about Rivendell, but it really doesn't compare to what it's really like does it? Once I'm well enough, you must show me around!"
She sounded so happy and excited just to be here in her room.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't explored a lot of it; I've mainly been waiting around." She beamed at me again when she realised why. I smiled but changed the subject quickly.
"I- er- have all your things here, just as much as I could bring." I passed them to her and she eagerly went through everything inside.
The first thing she pulled out was a beautiful sword. It gleamed silver when held in the light, even though it was covered some places in grime. It was long and slightly curved and the hilt was the darkest wood I had ever seen, smooth, polished and engraved with all sorts of inscriptions I couldn't read.
She pulled out a longbow made of the same dark wood and a leather quiver full of arrows, including some half carved. She gently prodded the tip of a few of the arrows and drew the bow, checking it was still taunt and ready for use.
There were more daggers and coking equipment, a tinderbox, some small pieces of wood, blankets and spare clothes. There was also a little flute covered with carvings of the stars and the moon.
This bag and its contents had amazed me ever since I found her. The weapons were so well crafted and everything so well looked after. I could see the pride in her face as she looked at everything in turn, like a craftsman at his tools.
"Thank you so much." She said happily, looking again at the sword, watching it gleam in the sunlight. I couldn't help but ask;
"Where did you get such a beautiful sword?" She continued to look at the sword, but I could hear the sadness in her voice as she answered.
"It was my father's and he loved it, but now… now he has passed it on to me."
She said nothing more, and there was an awful silence, broken only by Elenya placing the sword back in its sheath.
I cleared my throat.
"So. . . what are you reading?" I motioned at the book still in her lap.
"Well, it's just a history book in Elvish, but-"
"You can read elvish!?" I cried, shocked. Elenya looked shy again.
"Only a little, that's why I'm struggling so much with-"
"Who taught you?" I couldn't believe it.
"Well, elves, of course…"
I must have looked disbelieving because she carried on. "I had begged them both for so long so they started teaching me how to speak, but I didn't get anywhere with my reading so, I can't get very far with this book."
I laughed at the upset look on her face. She looked indignantly at me.
"What? Why are you laughing?"
"Lady Elenya, I'm sorry, but it is just surprising to find a young girl who can read and speak only elvish. And yet you act ashamed because you can't read properly! And also we are in Rivendell! You have so many elves to ask!"
She laughed out loud, and it was a lovely sound to hear. And it was infectious too- very soon we were in hysterics just for no reason.
"I'm so silly!" She cried a few minutes later, wiping a tear from her eye. "I hope to come to this place for so long, then don't realise what's right here when I do!"
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*Elenya's POV*
Boromir and I spent a lot of days wandering around Rivendell as soon as I was well enough to get out of bed. We talked a lot too; often sitting outside on one of the many benches or on the grass usually near the water because we both loved the sound of running water.
We talked about everything, about Rivendell and the elves, and Boromir told me about his home, Gondor- it turned out his father was the steward and his brother was a great captain, and they together had helped reclaim the White City. I in turn told him about my life in Gwendil and why I had been travelling- mostly alone- since the age of fifteen.
At first he refused to believe that I had just been working as a barmaid when I had met two elves (brothers Ehtion and Ondion) passing through town.
At the time I d knew where Mirkwood was, but had never thought to ask why they were so far away from home. I was just so overjoyed; I knew they were wood-elves of course, even though they kept their hoods up all the time I served them.
I began to converse with them and I am so glad I did. They taught me so much about the world- and of course my elvish- and I loved having them to talk to. They were the only ones who appreciated that I hated being stuck in Gwendil, where no-one ever though outside our little town and its coming and goings.
They alone understood why I had longed to be like my father for so long, and just leave Gwendil behind and go away, to see the mountains, the woods and the sea.
On the last night of their stay I said goodbye to them at the bar and went home. The last thing I remember were unbelievably strong hands grabbing me from behind and a sharp pain in the back of my head.
But I didn't tell Boromir about that straight away, or about how the next thing I remember was waking up in a dark cave, with this- thing standing over me.
He was like a man, but he had so much power in him, it was terrifying. His eyes were huge and vivid, dark blue like they had thunder and lightning behind them, they got worse when he was angry.
His hair was so pale, it had to have been white like freshly fallen snow and the tips of waves breaking on the shore.
He seemed to be made up of all the most powerful things in nature, and he was in complete and absolute control. He switched between moments of normality, when he talked to me calmly and stopped me crying, and other moments of anger when I honestly believed that any moment he would rip me apart with his bear hands.
But he wanted something. He kept saying that I knew what other didn't and talking about what I must know, and trying to get me to tell him things.
I was there for I don't know how long, lying tied up being and half starved, tortured by Him when he was in a bad mood.
I argued and pleaded with him, and I really think he was beginning to listen to me he was being so kind, and even through the terrifying power I saw in him, I saw tenderness too, and kindness.
But then I remember waking up at one point with both Ehtion and Ondion standing over me, glancing around the cave. It turned out I had been taken deep into the White Mountains, so far away from home.
It wasn't until we were halfway back down the long, hard road to Gwendil that I realised that I had a ring on my finger, which had not been there before. It was carved like two entwining ropes and made of the purest silver-white like his hair, and the set with a gem of the most intense blue, like his eyes.
It bore the inscription; 'you are your only master; don't trust to fate. And that was how it all started, how I finally got to leave Gwendill. But that was about all I didn't tell Boromir.
And I don't know why but I had grown to adore Boromir.
But all I know is when I first woke up, I was so glad to see his kind hazel eyes and his wary smile behind his beard again.
I felt so contented when I was around him, not worrying so much as when I was alone. He truly became like a brother to me, even though I had never known any brothers or sisters.
We stuck together, mainly because we were the only people in Rivedell who weren't elves.
He never kept any secrets from me- so I decided to tell him about the second dream I had (the one with the bye-ce-cul) but only after swearing him to secrecy. And I eventually told him the rest of my story, including the dreams. And as far as I knew- he never told a single soul about either.
I usually would have just worn my travelling clothes, even though it would have annoyed everyone. But Arwen and Elrond insisted I dressed like a lady and I didn't want to draw more attention to myself and my injuries by standing out, so I did.
I was given a white linen dress with a leather bodice and large, wide fluted sleeves, past my fingertips, which swished whenever I moved.
Even though this had been given to me, with it's almost stupidly over-long sleeves, to cover my cuts and was really nothing special, I couldn't help but love it at once.
The first morning when Arwen and her maids ran my bath, gave me my cloths and did my hair, I felt so much better for it. And everyone kept calling me Lady Elenya- which I hated!
Boromir never listened to my complaints and he refused to call me Elenya, and I knew he would have preferred me to be more lady-like in attitude, as well as dress.
But for two whole weeks, the cuts on my arms didn't seem to be healing much at all. Every day when my bandages were changed by Arwen or one of her maids, they seemed almost exactly the same but still oozing a little blood.
This seemed to worry Elrond, but he said nothing. It worried me too, but only because I didn't want anyone to see the bandages, because I didn't want them to ask how it had happened- I didn't want to lie.
I felt so guilty, as though I had made them, and I couldn't shake the feeling that people would think I was some kind of freak for doing this to myself, so I pulled my sleeves even further down and tried to blend in to the beauty and loveliness around me, even though I knew I never really could; it was all above me.
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Just I had gotten used to life in Rivendell, Boromir came to me one morning and told me he had to leave that day, but only for a little while- he promised.
He wasn't meant to tell me why he was going, but he did, as much as he could without being overheard.
He told me he and 5 elves were going out into the surrounding country to look for a group of people who were coming towards Rivendell and were carrying something of great importance.
As soon as I could, I ran down to the stables to talk to him, where he was putting the gear on his horse. I ignored the dirty looks I got and walked straight over to him.
"But how long will you be?" I asked desperately wanting to know more. He answered me reluctantly, glancing around at the 5 others who were to ride with him.
"Not too long, but I don't know myself yet."
"Well you won't have to fight or anything, will you? You just have to find these people, don't you?" I pleaded, hoping I was right in thinking that.
But he didn't reply, just looked down at the horse's saddle he was strapping up. I was about to speak again, but I was interrupted by an elf I didn't know.
"Come Boromir, we must go now." He looked at me sternly and I knew at once he had overheard.
Boromir went to turn away, but I ran forward and hugged him. "Please be careful, however you have to fight." I whispered at quietly as possible.
"They have great power; I know I can't fight them alone, so I'm not going to try." He breathed as he hugged me back. I knew from the look on the other elves faces that they had overheard again, but I didn't really care.
I just smiled at Boromir as he mounted his horse and rode out of the stable.
Now with Bormir gone, I spend most of my days with Arwen and her maids, talking and trying to practise and learn more elvish, or alone reading large elvish tomes of stories, histories and legends from the first and second ages.
But every day, the first thing I did was check to see if Bormir's horse was in the stable, though I knew deep down it wouldn't be.
I wasn't alone, I mean everyone was kind and talked to me- and just polite conversation, many elves seemed to be genuinely interested in me and what I had to say about a lot of things. But although I never met a person I didn't like in Rivendell, there was no-one I could relate to like Bormir, until I made some more new and unexpected friends.
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Okay, I'd ask you to R&R but I'm sure you're all sick of that by now, so I'll leave it up you! I'll probs have an update in the next week or so, so I'll c u then! (and yes I do have too much time on my hands lol)
Carla
Anyway you know the disclaimer- same as chapter one!
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Waking up to Rivendell
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*Elenya's POV*
I came to suddenly, but didn't open my eyes straight away; I just lay there for a little while, completely aware of everything. The wind was blowing in the trees and I could hear water, gushing, thundering and trickling outside. My head felt sort of fuzzy- like I couldn't think clearly and my body felt sore, but totally relaxed. I had bandages on both arms and a cool cloth on my forehead.
I knew there were people in the room, but only because they were adjusting my bedcovers and talking very softly in Elvish. There were no footsteps or any other sound of movement. So I must be in Rivendell then.
I remembered about the cuts on my arms and Boromir finding me. And then remembered Mark and his day in the park. I opened my eyes and found two elves standing over me, who, like most elves, almost looked as though they had a light of their own coming off them.
One was a man and another was a woman- I assumed they must be related. They both had long dark hair and deep grey eyes. I was struck by how beautiful they were, since I had only ever met two elves before in my life. I couldn't see much of them as the only light in the room was coming from the veiled moon outside and from them. They both looked slightly shocked to see me-awake at least.
"How are you?" asked the man, "How do you feel?" I spoke as clearly as I could;
"I feel a little sore, but much better than before. Thank you." I answered -remembering my manners. "Who are you and what's the date?"
"I am Elrond, and you are in Rivendell. This is my daughter Arwen. The date is September the 27th and you have been here for three nights."
The woman spoke and her voice had the kind of clarity that was only ever heard in elvish voices. "My father and I have been treating you since you arrived-do you feel ill at all?"
"No, well my head feels a bit fuzzy, and I'm quite sore- but what was the matter with me?" I replied, propping myself up, eager to know, and hoping they would tell me.
They nodded simultaneously and Arwen left the room.
"She has gone to find Bormir, he will be pleased to know you are awake," Said Elrond, as he sat down at the end of my bed.
"Oh is he here? How is he? I should thank him- I might not be here without him."
"You will, in time, but first I will answer your question. Boromir arrived here with you three days ago and he said he had found you a few days before that."
"That's right, I think. But what was the matter with me? I felt so sick, I though I was about to die- I was so weak!"
"Well when you got here, we though that the only problem were the cuts on your arms. But you were (and are) very, very sick- we think it must be some kind of poison. You have spent the last days in and out of a fever, mumbling in your sleep and screaming out for no reason- sometimes barely breathing."
"But why?" I cried, "The night before Bormir found me, I was fine!!!" I just couldn't see why this had happened. He paused, lost in thought for a while, and then started again.
"Well the only other thing we know of is that there was a little round mark in your side as though something had pierced you".
I then remembered the dream I had before Bormir stumbled upon me and the pain in my side. I found Elrond staring at me- he knew what I was thinking! Boromir must have told him. I wasn't sure whether to be angry or relieved.
"But what does it mean? I don't understand! I mean, I just woke up and it was there, in the exact place, and the all cuts too!" Elrond put up his hand and stopped me.
"I don't know, and we don't really have a way of finding out, but you must tell me if this happens again, it could be dangerous; depending on what you are dreaming of!"
I nodded, wondering whether to tell him about the dream I had just had, about that shiny metal thing Mark was riding but then Arwen came in again, with a large wooden cup in her hands.
"I told Boromir, but he can come and visit you in the morning. For now, drink this- you need your rest."
I took the cup from her a downed it in one go. It was hot and really sweet, like honey but not sickly. Before I knew it my eyelids were drooping, and Elrond and Arwen were leaving the room.
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No-one in Rivendell knew it, but that night, far away in the shire, there were four asleep in the Old Forest. Four hobbits sleeping in the house of the keeper of the forest- Tom Bombadil.
They were tired and weary, and were glad he had taken them into his house and offered to help him, but one of them was having trouble sleeping. His companions were all fast asleep and only he laid awake, thinking ill thoughts for a while before he fell into troubled dreams.
No-one in Rivendell knew what those four were doing, or where they were, and none knew that the ring of power was heading towards them as they slept. Or what would happen when it arrived. . .
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*Boromir's POV*
I went to see Elenya's room to see her early the next afternoon, thinking she may want the morning to rest. I still had all her possessions, so I decided that she would need them back too.
I knocked on the door and entered, finding her sitting by the window with a book open in her lap, staring out the window. She was wrapped up in a shawl, but she still had blankets draped on her lap, and I could tell she hadn't put them there; she looked uncomfortably warm.
She still looked a bit sick. Her eyes were quite puffy, and she looked quite pale, but she looked at peace, looking out at the view of Rivendell.
"How are you Lady Elenya?" I asked gently.
She turned around abruptly- I guess she must have not known it was me until I spoke. Her face broke into a warm smile.
"Boromir! Oh, I'm fine, I'm great, but I. . . " She looked down at the book on her lap.
"I want to thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I probably would have died, so I want to thank you so much for bringing me here and looking after me on the way."
By this point she was blushing bright red and looking furiously down.
I was feeling quite embarrassed too. She seemed to be spreading it.
"Well, I don't think it was a big thing- any decent man would have done it. You don't need to thank me at all." She didn't look up but I could see she was smiling again.
"Um, so what where you doing? Reading?" I asked, pointing at the book.
"Oh, I was, but then I looked out the window and well, sort of forgot about it." She looked out again and doing the same I could see why she had gotten lost.
The hospital wings in Rivendell were quite high up and you could see almost all of Rivendell from her window.
There were cliffs basking in the early afternoon sun and covered with huge coniferous trees. There was one large river, running over the rocks and into waterfalls until it gathered at the bottom of the valley. There ran a million other streams gushing and falling.
Everywhere had the feel of early autumn to it. The trees were burning red orange and yellow and there was hint of a chill in the air. It was breathtaking, once you looked.
We didn't speak for a while, content to sit in Rivendell and really appreciate where we were. I realised I hadn't done that since I arrived. After a few minutes Elenya spoke.
"I've heard so much about Rivendell, but it really doesn't compare to what it's really like does it? Once I'm well enough, you must show me around!"
She sounded so happy and excited just to be here in her room.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't explored a lot of it; I've mainly been waiting around." She beamed at me again when she realised why. I smiled but changed the subject quickly.
"I- er- have all your things here, just as much as I could bring." I passed them to her and she eagerly went through everything inside.
The first thing she pulled out was a beautiful sword. It gleamed silver when held in the light, even though it was covered some places in grime. It was long and slightly curved and the hilt was the darkest wood I had ever seen, smooth, polished and engraved with all sorts of inscriptions I couldn't read.
She pulled out a longbow made of the same dark wood and a leather quiver full of arrows, including some half carved. She gently prodded the tip of a few of the arrows and drew the bow, checking it was still taunt and ready for use.
There were more daggers and coking equipment, a tinderbox, some small pieces of wood, blankets and spare clothes. There was also a little flute covered with carvings of the stars and the moon.
This bag and its contents had amazed me ever since I found her. The weapons were so well crafted and everything so well looked after. I could see the pride in her face as she looked at everything in turn, like a craftsman at his tools.
"Thank you so much." She said happily, looking again at the sword, watching it gleam in the sunlight. I couldn't help but ask;
"Where did you get such a beautiful sword?" She continued to look at the sword, but I could hear the sadness in her voice as she answered.
"It was my father's and he loved it, but now… now he has passed it on to me."
She said nothing more, and there was an awful silence, broken only by Elenya placing the sword back in its sheath.
I cleared my throat.
"So. . . what are you reading?" I motioned at the book still in her lap.
"Well, it's just a history book in Elvish, but-"
"You can read elvish!?" I cried, shocked. Elenya looked shy again.
"Only a little, that's why I'm struggling so much with-"
"Who taught you?" I couldn't believe it.
"Well, elves, of course…"
I must have looked disbelieving because she carried on. "I had begged them both for so long so they started teaching me how to speak, but I didn't get anywhere with my reading so, I can't get very far with this book."
I laughed at the upset look on her face. She looked indignantly at me.
"What? Why are you laughing?"
"Lady Elenya, I'm sorry, but it is just surprising to find a young girl who can read and speak only elvish. And yet you act ashamed because you can't read properly! And also we are in Rivendell! You have so many elves to ask!"
She laughed out loud, and it was a lovely sound to hear. And it was infectious too- very soon we were in hysterics just for no reason.
"I'm so silly!" She cried a few minutes later, wiping a tear from her eye. "I hope to come to this place for so long, then don't realise what's right here when I do!"
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*Elenya's POV*
Boromir and I spent a lot of days wandering around Rivendell as soon as I was well enough to get out of bed. We talked a lot too; often sitting outside on one of the many benches or on the grass usually near the water because we both loved the sound of running water.
We talked about everything, about Rivendell and the elves, and Boromir told me about his home, Gondor- it turned out his father was the steward and his brother was a great captain, and they together had helped reclaim the White City. I in turn told him about my life in Gwendil and why I had been travelling- mostly alone- since the age of fifteen.
At first he refused to believe that I had just been working as a barmaid when I had met two elves (brothers Ehtion and Ondion) passing through town.
At the time I d knew where Mirkwood was, but had never thought to ask why they were so far away from home. I was just so overjoyed; I knew they were wood-elves of course, even though they kept their hoods up all the time I served them.
I began to converse with them and I am so glad I did. They taught me so much about the world- and of course my elvish- and I loved having them to talk to. They were the only ones who appreciated that I hated being stuck in Gwendil, where no-one ever though outside our little town and its coming and goings.
They alone understood why I had longed to be like my father for so long, and just leave Gwendil behind and go away, to see the mountains, the woods and the sea.
On the last night of their stay I said goodbye to them at the bar and went home. The last thing I remember were unbelievably strong hands grabbing me from behind and a sharp pain in the back of my head.
But I didn't tell Boromir about that straight away, or about how the next thing I remember was waking up in a dark cave, with this- thing standing over me.
He was like a man, but he had so much power in him, it was terrifying. His eyes were huge and vivid, dark blue like they had thunder and lightning behind them, they got worse when he was angry.
His hair was so pale, it had to have been white like freshly fallen snow and the tips of waves breaking on the shore.
He seemed to be made up of all the most powerful things in nature, and he was in complete and absolute control. He switched between moments of normality, when he talked to me calmly and stopped me crying, and other moments of anger when I honestly believed that any moment he would rip me apart with his bear hands.
But he wanted something. He kept saying that I knew what other didn't and talking about what I must know, and trying to get me to tell him things.
I was there for I don't know how long, lying tied up being and half starved, tortured by Him when he was in a bad mood.
I argued and pleaded with him, and I really think he was beginning to listen to me he was being so kind, and even through the terrifying power I saw in him, I saw tenderness too, and kindness.
But then I remember waking up at one point with both Ehtion and Ondion standing over me, glancing around the cave. It turned out I had been taken deep into the White Mountains, so far away from home.
It wasn't until we were halfway back down the long, hard road to Gwendil that I realised that I had a ring on my finger, which had not been there before. It was carved like two entwining ropes and made of the purest silver-white like his hair, and the set with a gem of the most intense blue, like his eyes.
It bore the inscription; 'you are your only master; don't trust to fate. And that was how it all started, how I finally got to leave Gwendill. But that was about all I didn't tell Boromir.
And I don't know why but I had grown to adore Boromir.
But all I know is when I first woke up, I was so glad to see his kind hazel eyes and his wary smile behind his beard again.
I felt so contented when I was around him, not worrying so much as when I was alone. He truly became like a brother to me, even though I had never known any brothers or sisters.
We stuck together, mainly because we were the only people in Rivedell who weren't elves.
He never kept any secrets from me- so I decided to tell him about the second dream I had (the one with the bye-ce-cul) but only after swearing him to secrecy. And I eventually told him the rest of my story, including the dreams. And as far as I knew- he never told a single soul about either.
I usually would have just worn my travelling clothes, even though it would have annoyed everyone. But Arwen and Elrond insisted I dressed like a lady and I didn't want to draw more attention to myself and my injuries by standing out, so I did.
I was given a white linen dress with a leather bodice and large, wide fluted sleeves, past my fingertips, which swished whenever I moved.
Even though this had been given to me, with it's almost stupidly over-long sleeves, to cover my cuts and was really nothing special, I couldn't help but love it at once.
The first morning when Arwen and her maids ran my bath, gave me my cloths and did my hair, I felt so much better for it. And everyone kept calling me Lady Elenya- which I hated!
Boromir never listened to my complaints and he refused to call me Elenya, and I knew he would have preferred me to be more lady-like in attitude, as well as dress.
But for two whole weeks, the cuts on my arms didn't seem to be healing much at all. Every day when my bandages were changed by Arwen or one of her maids, they seemed almost exactly the same but still oozing a little blood.
This seemed to worry Elrond, but he said nothing. It worried me too, but only because I didn't want anyone to see the bandages, because I didn't want them to ask how it had happened- I didn't want to lie.
I felt so guilty, as though I had made them, and I couldn't shake the feeling that people would think I was some kind of freak for doing this to myself, so I pulled my sleeves even further down and tried to blend in to the beauty and loveliness around me, even though I knew I never really could; it was all above me.
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Just I had gotten used to life in Rivendell, Boromir came to me one morning and told me he had to leave that day, but only for a little while- he promised.
He wasn't meant to tell me why he was going, but he did, as much as he could without being overheard.
He told me he and 5 elves were going out into the surrounding country to look for a group of people who were coming towards Rivendell and were carrying something of great importance.
As soon as I could, I ran down to the stables to talk to him, where he was putting the gear on his horse. I ignored the dirty looks I got and walked straight over to him.
"But how long will you be?" I asked desperately wanting to know more. He answered me reluctantly, glancing around at the 5 others who were to ride with him.
"Not too long, but I don't know myself yet."
"Well you won't have to fight or anything, will you? You just have to find these people, don't you?" I pleaded, hoping I was right in thinking that.
But he didn't reply, just looked down at the horse's saddle he was strapping up. I was about to speak again, but I was interrupted by an elf I didn't know.
"Come Boromir, we must go now." He looked at me sternly and I knew at once he had overheard.
Boromir went to turn away, but I ran forward and hugged him. "Please be careful, however you have to fight." I whispered at quietly as possible.
"They have great power; I know I can't fight them alone, so I'm not going to try." He breathed as he hugged me back. I knew from the look on the other elves faces that they had overheard again, but I didn't really care.
I just smiled at Boromir as he mounted his horse and rode out of the stable.
Now with Bormir gone, I spend most of my days with Arwen and her maids, talking and trying to practise and learn more elvish, or alone reading large elvish tomes of stories, histories and legends from the first and second ages.
But every day, the first thing I did was check to see if Bormir's horse was in the stable, though I knew deep down it wouldn't be.
I wasn't alone, I mean everyone was kind and talked to me- and just polite conversation, many elves seemed to be genuinely interested in me and what I had to say about a lot of things. But although I never met a person I didn't like in Rivendell, there was no-one I could relate to like Bormir, until I made some more new and unexpected friends.
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Okay, I'd ask you to R&R but I'm sure you're all sick of that by now, so I'll leave it up you! I'll probs have an update in the next week or so, so I'll c u then! (and yes I do have too much time on my hands lol)
Carla