Trying To Remember
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It's all JRR Tolkien's.
Chapter 3
Cele began to wake to the sound of muffled voices and blinding light. "What are we going to do with her?" the first voice asked. "We can't leave her here. She'll be killed for sure. I suppose we could take her to Rivendell, it's close and Elrond will know what to do with her." the second voice replied. "To Rivendell then." the first said as he picked her up. It was about this time that Cele passed out again.
The second time she woke up it was much later. Cele opened her eyes very carefully so she didn't blind herself if the sun was still up. Thankfully it was not. Once her eyes were fully opened and she had sat up, she looked around the room. It was made almost entirely of carved wood and had sheer curtains separating it from the outside. The air was warm and there was a slight breeze. Cele inhaled deeply and smiled. "Oh, you finally awake. Good, I'll inform Master Elrond while you bathe. And bathe you must for you are abominably filthy. Hurry up, my dear. We haven't got all day. Up you go." chirped a happy looking woman as she bustled about the room. "Who are you" Cele croaked. "Me? I'm Laire, my dear. I'm here to help you." replied the happy looking woman. "Help me with what?" Cele whispered hoarsely, trying to get her voice back. "Help you bathe and dress, my dear. Now out of bed with you and into the bath. Oh dear, it's going to take a lot of scrubbing to get you clean. It looks as if you've been living in a hole." answered Laire with a smile.
Over the next two hours, Cele was scrubbed, rinsed, scrubbed and rinsed again, dried, dressed, combed, and fussed with, until finally, Laire pronounced that she was done. "You look lovely, dear. Oh, I almost forgot." she cried as she dashed out of the room. Cele walked over to the full-length mirror and stared at herself. Laire had managed to unknot her hair and now if fell in dark brown wave down her back. She was dressed in an azure dress that Laire said complimented her navy eyes beautifully. As she studied herself, she realized that the mental picture she had of herself looked nothing like that girl that was staring back at her in the mirror. This new girl was taller, thinner, and older looking. While she continued to study herself, Laire came back in and announced that Lord Elrond would see her now. ' Elrond? Elrond? The name seems so familiar, yet I can't seem to place it.' Cele thought as she was ushered out of the room and down the hall. Moments later she was standing in front of two large craved doors. The doors opened, as if on their own, and Laire gently pushed Cele into the room.
At the far end of the room were several chairs all being occupied by people, no Elves she thought, that she didn't recognize. The elf in the largest of those chairs, Lord Elrond she supposed, motioned for her to come forward. With eyes cast to the floor and her hair covering her face, Cele walked towards them. Once she was within range of the chairs she stopped and looked up. Several of the assembled Elves gasped while the others looked shocked. Cele did nothing, but their reactions hurt her feelings. She didn't think she was that ugly. "What is your name, child?" the Elf she thought was Lord Elrond asked. "You give me your name and I shall give you mine." she replied, defensively. The Elf gave an amused smile, but stood, bowed, and said "I am Lord Elrond Halfelven, Master of Rivendell. This is my daughter, Arwen." he said as he gestured to the woman seated beside him. "These are my sons, Elladan and Elrohir. And our friends, Strider, a Ranger from the North and Gandalf." he finished as he sat down. "Now, I have told you our names, so you must keep your promise and tell us yours." Elrond requested. "My name is Cele." she replied. "Your full name is you please, child." Elrond said. "Alright then, Celebrian Undome, if you please my Lord."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It's all JRR Tolkien's.
Chapter 3
Cele began to wake to the sound of muffled voices and blinding light. "What are we going to do with her?" the first voice asked. "We can't leave her here. She'll be killed for sure. I suppose we could take her to Rivendell, it's close and Elrond will know what to do with her." the second voice replied. "To Rivendell then." the first said as he picked her up. It was about this time that Cele passed out again.
The second time she woke up it was much later. Cele opened her eyes very carefully so she didn't blind herself if the sun was still up. Thankfully it was not. Once her eyes were fully opened and she had sat up, she looked around the room. It was made almost entirely of carved wood and had sheer curtains separating it from the outside. The air was warm and there was a slight breeze. Cele inhaled deeply and smiled. "Oh, you finally awake. Good, I'll inform Master Elrond while you bathe. And bathe you must for you are abominably filthy. Hurry up, my dear. We haven't got all day. Up you go." chirped a happy looking woman as she bustled about the room. "Who are you" Cele croaked. "Me? I'm Laire, my dear. I'm here to help you." replied the happy looking woman. "Help me with what?" Cele whispered hoarsely, trying to get her voice back. "Help you bathe and dress, my dear. Now out of bed with you and into the bath. Oh dear, it's going to take a lot of scrubbing to get you clean. It looks as if you've been living in a hole." answered Laire with a smile.
Over the next two hours, Cele was scrubbed, rinsed, scrubbed and rinsed again, dried, dressed, combed, and fussed with, until finally, Laire pronounced that she was done. "You look lovely, dear. Oh, I almost forgot." she cried as she dashed out of the room. Cele walked over to the full-length mirror and stared at herself. Laire had managed to unknot her hair and now if fell in dark brown wave down her back. She was dressed in an azure dress that Laire said complimented her navy eyes beautifully. As she studied herself, she realized that the mental picture she had of herself looked nothing like that girl that was staring back at her in the mirror. This new girl was taller, thinner, and older looking. While she continued to study herself, Laire came back in and announced that Lord Elrond would see her now. ' Elrond? Elrond? The name seems so familiar, yet I can't seem to place it.' Cele thought as she was ushered out of the room and down the hall. Moments later she was standing in front of two large craved doors. The doors opened, as if on their own, and Laire gently pushed Cele into the room.
At the far end of the room were several chairs all being occupied by people, no Elves she thought, that she didn't recognize. The elf in the largest of those chairs, Lord Elrond she supposed, motioned for her to come forward. With eyes cast to the floor and her hair covering her face, Cele walked towards them. Once she was within range of the chairs she stopped and looked up. Several of the assembled Elves gasped while the others looked shocked. Cele did nothing, but their reactions hurt her feelings. She didn't think she was that ugly. "What is your name, child?" the Elf she thought was Lord Elrond asked. "You give me your name and I shall give you mine." she replied, defensively. The Elf gave an amused smile, but stood, bowed, and said "I am Lord Elrond Halfelven, Master of Rivendell. This is my daughter, Arwen." he said as he gestured to the woman seated beside him. "These are my sons, Elladan and Elrohir. And our friends, Strider, a Ranger from the North and Gandalf." he finished as he sat down. "Now, I have told you our names, so you must keep your promise and tell us yours." Elrond requested. "My name is Cele." she replied. "Your full name is you please, child." Elrond said. "Alright then, Celebrian Undome, if you please my Lord."