Trying To Remember
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A/N: denotes Elvish translations
Chapter 5
After a good nights rest, Cele was feeling much better. She was supposed to meet with Lord Elrond that afternoon, so as far as she knew she was free until then. Cele dressed quickly in a simple gown of tawny and green, combed her hair, and set out to find some breakfast.
As she rounded the corner at the end of her hallway, she met with a servant elf. "Quel amrum, Arwen en amin. Good morning, my Lady. Lle anta amin tu? Do you need help? the servant asked politely with a bow. "Uma. Doila lle. Yes. Thank you. Could you tell me where I might find something to eat? Cele asked as her stomach let out a long rumble. "Of course, my Lady. If you please, follow me." the servant replied as he led her down the hall.
Within moments, he had taken her to a small dining hall. There was only a few elves left after the main breakfast hour, but there was still plenty of food. Cele sat down in one of the empty chairs and helped herself to some juice and fruits. The meal was simple, but tasty and filling.
Once she had finished, Cele set out to explore Rivendell and become more aquainted with the place. She wandered for hours, through the stables, the gardens, the hallways, and finally stumbling upon a library. Books had always fascinated her and she hadn't seen any in such a long time that she decided to go in and look around. The library was enormous and must have housed thousands of books. Cele wandered up and down the aisles, pulling books off the shelves, flipping through them and then putting them back. She had just started down one of the last aisles when she nearly fell over someone who was seated on the floor. Once she had righted herself and straightened her dress, Cele looked down at the person on the floor. "Oh, excuse me my Lady. I did not see you there." Cele said with a bow to Arwen. "No, the fault is mine. I have a terrible habit of sitting on the floor. You are not the first one to trip over me, nor shall you be the last." Arwen replied, standing.
A few akward moments passed, then Cele spoke up, "Lady Arwen? May I ask you a question?" "Of course, let's sit." Arwen answered, leading them to a bench by a window. "Now, what is it that you wanted to ask me?" "I wanted to know why Lord Elrond was shocked when I told him what my name was." Cele whispered, looking embarrassed. "Probably, because that was my mother's name." Arwen replied. "Oh! I hope I have not caused him any pain." Cele said softly. "Why would you cause him any pain?" Arwen questioned. "I assumed, that when I saw no other high-born ladies here, that she was dead." Cele replied. "You are partically correct. She is not dead, but she has sailed over the Sea to the Undying Lands." Arwen said after some time. "I'm sorry. You must miss her terribly." "Yes, but I remember her fondly and that lessens the pain somewhat." "It must be nice to know your parents. I wish I could remember mine." Cele sniffed. "It must be hard for you. Not knowing where you come from." "It is. Lonely too." "You said yesterday that you remember you home being in a city of white marble?" "Yes." "There is only one city that I can think of, only one city in all of Middle-Earth, that is made of white marble. That's Minas Tirith." At that moment, a servant entered the room. "My Lady?" "Yes?" Arwen replied. "Pardon my intrusion, Lady Arwen, but your father requests to speak with Celebrian." "Of course. Find me when your done with my father and we shall continue our conversation." "I shall, my Lady. Thank you." And with a bow, both the servant and Cele left.
"Lord Elrond? You wished to speak with me?" Cele asked as she poked her head into his study. "Come in, Celebrian. Hama sinome. Have a seat. "Doila lle. Thank you." Cele sat in silence for some time, while Elrond paced the room and gathered his thoughts. "Kwentra amin lle I'nam. Tell me your tale." he said as he sat opposite her. "There isn't much to tell. One day I was at home with my parents, happy and safe. The next, I was in a cave, captured and imprisoned by Orcs. I can't even begin to guess how long I was down there. Most days they forgot about me. Others I was forced to fight in the battles against the goblins that lived nearby or against intruders. Then, two days ago I was summoned to fight a band of intruders and was knocked out during the fight. What I remember next is only two, male voices talking softly to each other, about what I can't call to mind. The when I awoke, I was here." Elrond sat in stillness for a time, pondering her tale. "You don't recall anything that happened to you before you were captured by Orcs? Nothing but you name and the city of white marble?" "Correct, my Lord. Although, sometimes I do remember shapes. Pictures that seem to vanish in my minds eye as quickly as they come, but if I try hard enough I can bring them back to my mind." "For instance?" " I can't really describe them. I could draw them if you'd like." "Please." he said, pointing to his desk. Cele drew for what seemed like hours and when she was done, handed all the drawings to Elrond. He looked at them quickly then smiled at her and said, "Diola lle, hin. Lle ume quel. Thank you, child. You did well. You may go." "Heru en amin. My Lord" she said with a bow, then turned and left.
Elrond looked at her drawings for a long time after Cele left. He decided that he needed to speak to Gandalf and Aragorn, so he sent a servant to fetch them. He was still pouring over them, when Gandalf and Aragorn arrived. "Come in. I had an interesting conversation with Celebrian today. Her story was the same as yesterday. I don't think she's lying." "I didn't think so either. "Gandalf said, sitting down in a chair. "What are those?" Aragorn asked, pointing to the pages in Elrond's hand. "Drawings. Things that Cele sees, but can't describe." Elrond replied, handing them to Aragorn. "There must be dozens of sketches here." he said, handing some to Gandalf. "Yes. I found it interesting that she accurately drew things that have not be seen by public eyes for an Age." Elrond announced, pacing. "There are things here that seem familiar and some that I do not recognize at all. What is this?" Aragorn asked pointing to one of the pictures. "That is the Sceptre of Annuminus. You've seen it before. It belongs to the Line of Isildur." Elrond answered. "Yes, I remember it now. But how would a child know what this looks like? No one outside of Rivendell has seen if for a thousand years." Aragorn questioned. "I don't know. It's all very curious. On one of those pages is an exact drawing of the crown of the High King of Gondor. A crown that has been locked away since the death of Isildur himself." Elrond declared.
Gandalf had not spoken since his arrival, but now he did. "There is something special about this child. In that, there can be no doubt. She cannot remember her past, but knows the future well enough. There is mush thinking to be done." Elrond seemed to agree as he was nodding his head. "Aragorn. Talk to her. She seems to recognize you, though I don't yet now if that is a good sign or a bad one. See what you can find out, if anything. Maybe your presents will trigger a memory." "Of course. I will go right away." he said as he stood and left the room. " Gandalf." Elrond said, turning to the wizard. "Celebrian does not seem to be a servant or spy of the enemy as we originally feared, but her memories unnerve me. How can someone who knows nothing of her past, know the future of someone she is not familiar with. It's unnatural." "I agree, but until we know more about her we cannot let her leave. I fear she would be in more danger wandering the wilds that she would be if she remained here, even in this dark time."
Go me! A long chapter! I'm so proud of myself. Let me know what you guys think. Review Please.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing, it all belongs to Tolkien!!
A/N: denotes Elvish translations
Chapter 5
After a good nights rest, Cele was feeling much better. She was supposed to meet with Lord Elrond that afternoon, so as far as she knew she was free until then. Cele dressed quickly in a simple gown of tawny and green, combed her hair, and set out to find some breakfast.
As she rounded the corner at the end of her hallway, she met with a servant elf. "Quel amrum, Arwen en amin. Good morning, my Lady. Lle anta amin tu? Do you need help? the servant asked politely with a bow. "Uma. Doila lle. Yes. Thank you. Could you tell me where I might find something to eat? Cele asked as her stomach let out a long rumble. "Of course, my Lady. If you please, follow me." the servant replied as he led her down the hall.
Within moments, he had taken her to a small dining hall. There was only a few elves left after the main breakfast hour, but there was still plenty of food. Cele sat down in one of the empty chairs and helped herself to some juice and fruits. The meal was simple, but tasty and filling.
Once she had finished, Cele set out to explore Rivendell and become more aquainted with the place. She wandered for hours, through the stables, the gardens, the hallways, and finally stumbling upon a library. Books had always fascinated her and she hadn't seen any in such a long time that she decided to go in and look around. The library was enormous and must have housed thousands of books. Cele wandered up and down the aisles, pulling books off the shelves, flipping through them and then putting them back. She had just started down one of the last aisles when she nearly fell over someone who was seated on the floor. Once she had righted herself and straightened her dress, Cele looked down at the person on the floor. "Oh, excuse me my Lady. I did not see you there." Cele said with a bow to Arwen. "No, the fault is mine. I have a terrible habit of sitting on the floor. You are not the first one to trip over me, nor shall you be the last." Arwen replied, standing.
A few akward moments passed, then Cele spoke up, "Lady Arwen? May I ask you a question?" "Of course, let's sit." Arwen answered, leading them to a bench by a window. "Now, what is it that you wanted to ask me?" "I wanted to know why Lord Elrond was shocked when I told him what my name was." Cele whispered, looking embarrassed. "Probably, because that was my mother's name." Arwen replied. "Oh! I hope I have not caused him any pain." Cele said softly. "Why would you cause him any pain?" Arwen questioned. "I assumed, that when I saw no other high-born ladies here, that she was dead." Cele replied. "You are partically correct. She is not dead, but she has sailed over the Sea to the Undying Lands." Arwen said after some time. "I'm sorry. You must miss her terribly." "Yes, but I remember her fondly and that lessens the pain somewhat." "It must be nice to know your parents. I wish I could remember mine." Cele sniffed. "It must be hard for you. Not knowing where you come from." "It is. Lonely too." "You said yesterday that you remember you home being in a city of white marble?" "Yes." "There is only one city that I can think of, only one city in all of Middle-Earth, that is made of white marble. That's Minas Tirith." At that moment, a servant entered the room. "My Lady?" "Yes?" Arwen replied. "Pardon my intrusion, Lady Arwen, but your father requests to speak with Celebrian." "Of course. Find me when your done with my father and we shall continue our conversation." "I shall, my Lady. Thank you." And with a bow, both the servant and Cele left.
"Lord Elrond? You wished to speak with me?" Cele asked as she poked her head into his study. "Come in, Celebrian. Hama sinome. Have a seat. "Doila lle. Thank you." Cele sat in silence for some time, while Elrond paced the room and gathered his thoughts. "Kwentra amin lle I'nam. Tell me your tale." he said as he sat opposite her. "There isn't much to tell. One day I was at home with my parents, happy and safe. The next, I was in a cave, captured and imprisoned by Orcs. I can't even begin to guess how long I was down there. Most days they forgot about me. Others I was forced to fight in the battles against the goblins that lived nearby or against intruders. Then, two days ago I was summoned to fight a band of intruders and was knocked out during the fight. What I remember next is only two, male voices talking softly to each other, about what I can't call to mind. The when I awoke, I was here." Elrond sat in stillness for a time, pondering her tale. "You don't recall anything that happened to you before you were captured by Orcs? Nothing but you name and the city of white marble?" "Correct, my Lord. Although, sometimes I do remember shapes. Pictures that seem to vanish in my minds eye as quickly as they come, but if I try hard enough I can bring them back to my mind." "For instance?" " I can't really describe them. I could draw them if you'd like." "Please." he said, pointing to his desk. Cele drew for what seemed like hours and when she was done, handed all the drawings to Elrond. He looked at them quickly then smiled at her and said, "Diola lle, hin. Lle ume quel. Thank you, child. You did well. You may go." "Heru en amin. My Lord" she said with a bow, then turned and left.
Elrond looked at her drawings for a long time after Cele left. He decided that he needed to speak to Gandalf and Aragorn, so he sent a servant to fetch them. He was still pouring over them, when Gandalf and Aragorn arrived. "Come in. I had an interesting conversation with Celebrian today. Her story was the same as yesterday. I don't think she's lying." "I didn't think so either. "Gandalf said, sitting down in a chair. "What are those?" Aragorn asked, pointing to the pages in Elrond's hand. "Drawings. Things that Cele sees, but can't describe." Elrond replied, handing them to Aragorn. "There must be dozens of sketches here." he said, handing some to Gandalf. "Yes. I found it interesting that she accurately drew things that have not be seen by public eyes for an Age." Elrond announced, pacing. "There are things here that seem familiar and some that I do not recognize at all. What is this?" Aragorn asked pointing to one of the pictures. "That is the Sceptre of Annuminus. You've seen it before. It belongs to the Line of Isildur." Elrond answered. "Yes, I remember it now. But how would a child know what this looks like? No one outside of Rivendell has seen if for a thousand years." Aragorn questioned. "I don't know. It's all very curious. On one of those pages is an exact drawing of the crown of the High King of Gondor. A crown that has been locked away since the death of Isildur himself." Elrond declared.
Gandalf had not spoken since his arrival, but now he did. "There is something special about this child. In that, there can be no doubt. She cannot remember her past, but knows the future well enough. There is mush thinking to be done." Elrond seemed to agree as he was nodding his head. "Aragorn. Talk to her. She seems to recognize you, though I don't yet now if that is a good sign or a bad one. See what you can find out, if anything. Maybe your presents will trigger a memory." "Of course. I will go right away." he said as he stood and left the room. " Gandalf." Elrond said, turning to the wizard. "Celebrian does not seem to be a servant or spy of the enemy as we originally feared, but her memories unnerve me. How can someone who knows nothing of her past, know the future of someone she is not familiar with. It's unnatural." "I agree, but until we know more about her we cannot let her leave. I fear she would be in more danger wandering the wilds that she would be if she remained here, even in this dark time."
Go me! A long chapter! I'm so proud of myself. Let me know what you guys think. Review Please.
Thanks!!