Authors: Rebecca und Jordan
Summary: Last chapter, Galadriel spoke to Rae. What words would the Lady have for her companion? - Rebecca's meeting with the fair folk and the Company's first night in Lorien. ((I know, I know, it's long past time for an update. Sue me.))
Disclaimer: No mine, no sue. All characters with the exceptions of Rae and Rebecca belong to Professor Tolkien, God rest his soul. Some sections are directly taken from Tolkien's work: Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter VII (7) Mirror of Galadriel
Warning: Adult Language. (* = Elvish Translation)
What words would the Lady have for her companion?
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Rebecca moved cautiously up onto the flet floor. . .
Her eyes roamed hurriedly to set her sights on the familiar face of the Captain of Gondor. Despite his negative feelings toward her, Rebecca still found him fascinating. Perhaps he didn't harbor negative feelings, but he had certainly grown weary. She didn't mind.
She stood near the ladder, in an almost trance-like state, until her thoughts were interrupted-
~~I understand your mind is unfocused as of late.~~
Rebecca tore her eyes quickly from Boromir, and looked to the Elvish pair, Frodo at their right. It had been the voice. or mind, of Galadriel disrupting her thoughts. But the Elf was not looking at her. She was speaking to the Fellowship. The girl took her place next to Rae, who was in turn standing next to Gimli.
The Elven Queen felt a strong anxiousness radiating from the dark-haired girl. Rebecca's eyes rarely left Boromir. She seemed fearful. Even as she fell in line with her companions, she was leaning to catch a glimpse of the Gondorian.
~~Do not fear for him. . . His destiny will be decided of his own actions. It would be wise to let fate run its course. I sense that you, much like your companion, know far more than you might wish to let on. How you choose to use this knowledge, if at all, will effect more than you might know. Act wisely. . . I shall wish to speak with the pair of you. . . ~~ She warned.
Rebecca swallowed, and glanced nervously from side to side. She had seen examples of this experience, but meeting Galadriel for herself was something of a trial.
Of course, the Elven rulers took notice of the absence of the Wizard. The Fellowship, mainly Aragorn and Gimli, spoke in return to the questions asked by Lord Celeborn. Finding it very hard to listen and pay even slight attention, Rae and Rebecca endured. . . Finally, Celeborn spoke the magical words they had been wishing to hear: "You are worn with sorrow and much toil. . . Now you shall rest, and we will not speak of your further road for a while."
Rae shifted her weight, finding it hard to remain standing. She stepped back and let the Fellowship move as they wished. She looked to Rebecca, and gave a sigh.
Rebecca's eyebrows rose in exhausted agreement, and they followed after the Hobbits back down to a lower flet, then lower still. What a day it had been. . . They knew what the evening held, but despite the Company's grief, the girls looked forward to a warm bed and a fairly decent meal.
When their feet touched soil once again, a fair-haired she-Elf who had introduced herself as Fëawen, led the company away. Their things had been gathered at the roots of the vast tree where they had encountered Celeborn and Galadriel. Once they had gathered their belongings, they were led to a fountain. Several small trees and the roots of great mallorn had been decorated with a pale grey fabric, forming a large and private tent. A group of Elves had placed 'soft couches' about the tent, enough for the ten of them.
Rae stood a moment, after slipping her pack from her shoulders, and stared in awe at the fountain of the Galadhrim. The fountain itself was made of a shimmering stone, and the water looked cool and clean. She hadn't gotten a chance to bathe since she'd left for her camping trip with Rebecca five days earlier. The fountain made her realize how much she missed access to a tub and hot water. . . And soap. She dragged her pack under the tent and pulled it up beside where Rebecca was settling in.
"I wanna shower. . ." Rae murmured, flopping down onto the feathered bed on the floor.
"I want food. . . and," Rebecca smirked a little, "some Elvish booze," she added.
"Ugh, I don't like wine. . ." Rae replied, staring up at the thin grey roof above her head.
"Then perhaps the white mead of Lorien would suit your fancy," Legolas interrupted, "Or perhaps an herbal tea?"
"I. . . er. . ." Jordan's eyes fluttered open when she heard the voice of the Elf. "Tea's nice," she managed.
Legolas smiled wryly and as he placed his quiver carefully onto his outer- tunic that was laying on his bedroll. He arranged his things obsessively, and his eyes caught the taller girl as she moved for the exit. He thought a moment of questioning her movements, but decided to let her be.
"I'm gonna have a better look at this fountain," Rebecca offered, much to the dismay of the other female present.
Rae's eyes looked up from where she lay on the floor and she kept her eyes on the exit of the tent until Rebecca was out of sight. She dared to glance over where Legolas knelt.
The Elf gazed back with his light eyes, knowing full well what caused Rae's timidity.
Summary: Last chapter, Galadriel spoke to Rae. What words would the Lady have for her companion? - Rebecca's meeting with the fair folk and the Company's first night in Lorien. ((I know, I know, it's long past time for an update. Sue me.))
Disclaimer: No mine, no sue. All characters with the exceptions of Rae and Rebecca belong to Professor Tolkien, God rest his soul. Some sections are directly taken from Tolkien's work: Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter VII (7) Mirror of Galadriel
Warning: Adult Language. (* = Elvish Translation)
What words would the Lady have for her companion?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rebecca moved cautiously up onto the flet floor. . .
Her eyes roamed hurriedly to set her sights on the familiar face of the Captain of Gondor. Despite his negative feelings toward her, Rebecca still found him fascinating. Perhaps he didn't harbor negative feelings, but he had certainly grown weary. She didn't mind.
She stood near the ladder, in an almost trance-like state, until her thoughts were interrupted-
~~I understand your mind is unfocused as of late.~~
Rebecca tore her eyes quickly from Boromir, and looked to the Elvish pair, Frodo at their right. It had been the voice. or mind, of Galadriel disrupting her thoughts. But the Elf was not looking at her. She was speaking to the Fellowship. The girl took her place next to Rae, who was in turn standing next to Gimli.
The Elven Queen felt a strong anxiousness radiating from the dark-haired girl. Rebecca's eyes rarely left Boromir. She seemed fearful. Even as she fell in line with her companions, she was leaning to catch a glimpse of the Gondorian.
~~Do not fear for him. . . His destiny will be decided of his own actions. It would be wise to let fate run its course. I sense that you, much like your companion, know far more than you might wish to let on. How you choose to use this knowledge, if at all, will effect more than you might know. Act wisely. . . I shall wish to speak with the pair of you. . . ~~ She warned.
Rebecca swallowed, and glanced nervously from side to side. She had seen examples of this experience, but meeting Galadriel for herself was something of a trial.
Of course, the Elven rulers took notice of the absence of the Wizard. The Fellowship, mainly Aragorn and Gimli, spoke in return to the questions asked by Lord Celeborn. Finding it very hard to listen and pay even slight attention, Rae and Rebecca endured. . . Finally, Celeborn spoke the magical words they had been wishing to hear: "You are worn with sorrow and much toil. . . Now you shall rest, and we will not speak of your further road for a while."
Rae shifted her weight, finding it hard to remain standing. She stepped back and let the Fellowship move as they wished. She looked to Rebecca, and gave a sigh.
Rebecca's eyebrows rose in exhausted agreement, and they followed after the Hobbits back down to a lower flet, then lower still. What a day it had been. . . They knew what the evening held, but despite the Company's grief, the girls looked forward to a warm bed and a fairly decent meal.
When their feet touched soil once again, a fair-haired she-Elf who had introduced herself as Fëawen, led the company away. Their things had been gathered at the roots of the vast tree where they had encountered Celeborn and Galadriel. Once they had gathered their belongings, they were led to a fountain. Several small trees and the roots of great mallorn had been decorated with a pale grey fabric, forming a large and private tent. A group of Elves had placed 'soft couches' about the tent, enough for the ten of them.
Rae stood a moment, after slipping her pack from her shoulders, and stared in awe at the fountain of the Galadhrim. The fountain itself was made of a shimmering stone, and the water looked cool and clean. She hadn't gotten a chance to bathe since she'd left for her camping trip with Rebecca five days earlier. The fountain made her realize how much she missed access to a tub and hot water. . . And soap. She dragged her pack under the tent and pulled it up beside where Rebecca was settling in.
"I wanna shower. . ." Rae murmured, flopping down onto the feathered bed on the floor.
"I want food. . . and," Rebecca smirked a little, "some Elvish booze," she added.
"Ugh, I don't like wine. . ." Rae replied, staring up at the thin grey roof above her head.
"Then perhaps the white mead of Lorien would suit your fancy," Legolas interrupted, "Or perhaps an herbal tea?"
"I. . . er. . ." Jordan's eyes fluttered open when she heard the voice of the Elf. "Tea's nice," she managed.
Legolas smiled wryly and as he placed his quiver carefully onto his outer- tunic that was laying on his bedroll. He arranged his things obsessively, and his eyes caught the taller girl as she moved for the exit. He thought a moment of questioning her movements, but decided to let her be.
"I'm gonna have a better look at this fountain," Rebecca offered, much to the dismay of the other female present.
Rae's eyes looked up from where she lay on the floor and she kept her eyes on the exit of the tent until Rebecca was out of sight. She dared to glance over where Legolas knelt.
The Elf gazed back with his light eyes, knowing full well what caused Rae's timidity.
