Chapter 5
Sidetracked To Lothlorien
After stopping at midday Sauron made camp. The ringwraiths watched over the girl but one in particular seemed very attached to the girl. In fact he stayed by her side in hopes that she would wake up and say his name. Sauron looked at this and wondered if he was doing the right thing?! He was a Dark Lord and was supposed to be mean to all those inferior to him. This girl on the other hand broke his heart in more ways then one. They were almost kindred.....
Sauron walked away from the camp to search for the atheleas that Aragon had told him about. He walked with a torch and checked the ground beside the trees that he combed. When he finally found it he nearly gave a whoop of joy that he had found it. Finally, he would be able to save her, the girl that he couldn't get out of his mind. He bent down and began gathering the weeds. A lot was needed because they still had a long way to go to reach Rivendell.
"Halt!" Sauron froze as he realized that he was being pointed at with arrows. In fact he was surrounded. Slowly he got up from his crouch and turned around still holding the atheleas.
"Excuse me but I have a friend who is in need of healing. I need to get this plant to her so that I may apply it to her wound." Sauron said. The elves looked at him skeptically as if deciding whether to believe him or not.
"Who are you and where do you hail from?" The leader of the elven troop asked him. If he told them now who he was they might not let him into the city. For all he knew they would kill him now and not ask questions. He was about to say something but the leader beat him to it.
"The Lady of the Wood is expecting you. You may come my Lord. Your guards however may not enter save one. The girl also must come. Now follow me!" The lead elf said.
By the time he reached the city he looked on shocked how beautiful it was. A fair city for a fair race of people he thought to himself. He was lead up the truck of a tree almost a mile up. Finally after much walking they came to a separate set of stairs. Upon those steps stood two elves, one of which he recognized as Galadriel.
"You will not find torment here. Peace! Let your heart rest this day so that the future will be brighter for all those around us. Lord Sauron! Welcome to Lothlorien." As Galadriel said this her husband looked at her as if she had gone insane. She turned to him and nodded a confirmation that it was really the Dark Lord of Mordor.
"Thank you! Lady Galadriel! How long has it been since we last saw each other? Years, decades? I guess time wear's away at us all including me." Sauron said to Galadriel.
"Be that as it may. You have journey hard from your home land. You may rest here in my fair woods for you are weary, are you not?" Galadriel went on.
"Indeed I am. But before I rest I must see to it that, Natasha is all right." Galadriel smiled as Sauron said this.
'You are in love with her. Do not worry she is being tended to. You must still get to Rivendell for that is where all things of change will come about. It is there that you will come to realize where you stand on this world. It is also there that you will find truths about yourself that have not come to be. There and only there with your fellowship will you come upon the reason why you want so much to dominate others. Welcome! Sauron son of Melkor deceiver of the past and savior of the present. Welcome to Lothlorien!'
"Haldir, would you lead our guest to a room that he may find rest." Galadriel said to the leader who had brought Sauron into the city.
Sauron was lead to a lavish but very big room. It was decorated in shades or red and gold. The bed was king sized due to him being tall. As soon as his head hit the pillow he fell into a silent sleep. No nightmares hunted him this night or would they ever again for he had something to really live for. A lovely girl danced in his dreams.
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Rivendell an hour after Sauron's appearance.
"So what do you propose we do now?" Frodo asked. The breeze still blew but those that stood in the garden felt chilled rather then calmed. The breeze seemed only to make things more surreal then they already were.
"I suppose the first action is to make the news of his impending journey here known. Next we must then prepare for the possibility of an assault just in case something goes horribly wrong. Other then that we only have to wait till he comes and let us hope that our meeting will not end in a feudal battle." Lord Elrond said. His eyebrows slanted as he talked in a hopeful serious tone that his orders would be carried out.
"Are you sure about this? I mean she did say who was coming. She did say that he was not bringing an army with him." Frodo spoke up.
"True! Yet we do not know of his true intentions other then coming here to seek aid for the girl. I worry that a new age is approaching. I worry that in this new age we will not be free. In the end I am not so sure about what will come of us should it come to pass. I..uh I need time to think." With that said Lord Elrond turned tail and walked away with his gaze stroking the floor. None of them noted the eyebrows had disappeared and a blank expression had emerged on his face. It was almost as if he feared that which the new age would bring.
"Aragon! what do you think will happen when they arrive?" Frodo asked.
"I..." Aragon was interrupted by the scream of a very worried Samwise Gamgee.
"Sorry! I guess that's my cue to go and see what the matter is with him. I hope we can talk later then Stri..er..Aragon. Bye! See you later!" Frodo ran off in the direction of the hobbit sweet where he was staying with his Uncle and Sam.
Watching the hobbit take off Aragon couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Gandalf was right. Hobbit's were amazing creatures, now elves on the other hand....
A beautiful elf danced in his head. Arwen was her name. Arwen! It just sort of rolled off the tong in a soft and peaceful way. Long dark hair and a face so beautiful that to be honest, it kept him from ever succumbing to the rings call.
Aragon walked off to the dining room to get breakfast. Walking down one hall he noticed Boromir looking at Narsil with an eye of lust. His stomach turned at the prospect of what might be going through his head at the moment.
"Boromir! Are you going to breakfast or are you just going to stand and stare at a broken sword all day?" Aragon said loudly. Boromir snorted and shook his head.
"I'll come but later. I have too much on my mind right now. You go on Aragon to breakfast. I'll stay here and think." Boromir said.
In truth Aragon did not like the idea of letting Boromir stay alone for he worried that when he laid eyes on the ring his face had literally lit up. It was as if he thought it was a gift when it was entirely not. Either way something was wrong because after the council events he had been off in his own world. Daydreaming as some would probably call it. What he could not understand was that Boromir seemed to be shying away from everyone. It was as if he did not want to be involved with the events of change that would surely come.
Sighing Aragon made the rest of the way to the dining room where a heated debate was taking place among four familiar hobbits.
