I'd like to thank all of my reviewers, right now I got 3, which makes me
very happy. Thank you Spry Sprite, LailaithoftheBruinen and
spacellamaprincess.
Spry Sprite: This might not be too original, you will find out in later chapters exactly what I mean by stating this. I hope you can forgive me when you do find out!
LailaithoftheBruinen: I read your story and left a review, it is very good! Thanks for reviewing!
spacellamaprincess: I really appreciate your review and your tips, but everything has already (hopefully) been taken into consideration when I wrote this story. Everything will be explained in later chapters, with the curse, and the muteness and the silver hair and pale eyes and so on. You'll never really "get to know" her as long as this story lasts (it's already finished) but we'll see if the public demands an epilouge or a sequel or something. I've left enough hints about the future for it to be able to become a sequel. The cause of me not jumping right into the action is because I had this dreamy vision I conjured up of that exact opening scene, I've been meaning to write it for very long and one evening I just sat down and wrote it and then ideas started to sprout and this story was formed. Then I never really wanted to change the opening scene as it sets the mood for the whole opening and kind of gives a kind of feel for the whole story, with the magic and all. I thank you very much for taking your time to read and review so thoroughly! Everything you wrote has been given a thought- over! =)
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Chapter 2
The three sets of eyes belonged to one of Lord Elrond of Rivendell's advisors, the mighty balrog slayer Glorfindel, and the Lord's very own twins sons. They were engaged in a hushed conversation.
"She fits the describtion ada gave us. Silver hair, too pale skin, even paler eyes and that aura," one of the indentical twins said.
"Yes, indeed she does brother," the other answered, his rage slowly building. He wanted to get this witch once and for all.
The third in the company could see the other two's want to do something, anything to this...witch they didn't even know with certanity was the one Elrond had described to them all after his time imprisoned years prior. His memories from that time were all hazy, it felt like he was only there for a few months yet for an eternity. In truth he had been there for more then 15 years.
"We do not even know if this is the one he meant or what her purpose for being so far away from her home is," he reminded them. They sighed and nodded as one.
"What shall we do then?" asked the second twin.
They all pondered this for a while.
"I say we capture her and bring her home to ada so we can know if this is the same..witch he described to us," the first twin suggested.
The others thought for a minute over this suggestion.
Then Glorfindel, an advisor as he was, always thought of everything out of every aspect. "Have you given a thought as to how your ada will react when he sees someone from his past he'd most probably'd like to forget?" he asked, concerned over how his trusted old friend would react.
The twins groaned softly as the realisation hit them that maybe he wouldn't react good to this event.
"Shall we leave her then?" the second twin asked.
"I don't know Elrohir, what do you think Glorfindel? What would be for the best?"
Glorfindel pondered over this question as they quietly stalked behind the weary silver haired witch. He sighed softly as he made up his mind. His old friend would have to face some old demons.
"I'd say we go with Elladan's first suggestion and bring her back to Imladris with us. If it really is this witch he has told us about then I think he would want some justice shown." Glorfindel said.
They had made their decision. They also said it would be better if they drugged the witch to be a bit hazy minded and uncoherent, just in case she wanted to put some spell over them. They quickly mixed the herbs nesseccary and snuck up behind the unsuspecting witch who was now drinking for the small stream not far away from their camp.
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She had found the stream quickly, and had seen the clear water. She had sunk heavily onto her knees and started scooping up water with her hands. She quickly quenched her thirst. She took some deep breaths and felt this small cloud of hazyness that had swept over her tired mind go away. She was on the verge of standing up when two arms grabbed her from behind and she was pushed back against a hard chest and had a cloth with some funny smell on pressed over her nose and mouth.
When she refused to breathe it in a fist was swiftly punched into her stomach making her gasp for air, breathing the herbs in and after a few excruciatingly long seconds of bleary eyed vision and hazy mindedness she fell limp in the arm's of her captor, unconscious.
Glorfindel who had caught her from behind looked down at her incrediously, then back up at Elladan who was the one who had punched her in the guts. "Unconscious Elladan?" he asked, wanting to know if this really was the wanted effect. They all stared down at the one in Glorfindel's arms.
"Not really the desired effect, but it's as good as any else," came Elladan's reply.
"Actually, I can remember ada saying something about this being the effect if one is truly exhausted. But we shouldn't worry, she'll come to in a matter of hours. We still have a two days ride home. It's only for the best that she's out for a while." Elrohir said.
They, or rather..Glorfindel, carried her back to their camp and bound her hands with a strong elvish rope, which they tied securely around a sturdy treetrunk.
* * *
Ára couldn't remember much more than waking up in a camp with three persons staring down at her before blackness drew her in once more. The next time she woke up she was still in the camp, now realising her hands were bound and her mind was as hazy as the thick mist on a foggy day. Her vision wasn't the very best, she thought she sometimes saw double, and she couldn't remember much of the time that passed them all by.
She wasn't privileged enough to ride a horse, and because of her slightly hazy mind she kept slowing them down all day, until they stopped to rest for a late lunch. The others talked about what they were going to do, they were going to come home after 4 days if this kept up, and they didn't exactly have that time. They needed to get back to plan for the arrival of the royal family of Mirkwood next month. They were bringing their youngest son along this time around as their two older one's were on guard duty for the next few months. Ára collapsed, not being fit enough for marathons.
She can remember being hauled to her feet, a slice of meat being put in her hand and a cup of water in the other. She ate slowly, her hazy mind not allowing her to do much more. Someone took the cup away from her, and pushed her towards a horse, but the horse backed away in fear and reared. He could sense the evil aura her mother put around her being, and had gotten very frightened.
She tried to calm him down by speaking in the only way she knew possible. Telepathy.
'Shhhhh... it's ok my sweet beauty. It's ok. I'm good, look beneath the surface and see the truth! I want to be your friend,' when the horse visibly relaxed but was still nervous she repeated 'I want to be your friend'.
The horse lowered his muzzle towards the ground and stepped forward, puffing the air around him as he walked steadily forward to her, but was still alert and wary in case that evil aura around her was going to lash out. Soon he stood before her, and puffed her face, where she looked completely detatched from everything around her, but her foggy mind was still trying to process the words to transmit to the horse that she was ok.
When he was as certain as he could be he nuzzled his muzzle first down on her shoulder then into his master, Glorfindel's, shoulder, and snorted. He then let them sit up on him, her first as one of the two twins held the horse's head, and then Glorfindel behind her who wrapped a secure arm around her waist, keeping her pinned to him so she wouldn't fall off.
And they were on their way. They started at a brisk gallop and Ára couldn't help but being a bit frightened at first even through her foggy haze that kept her somewhat limp and relaxed, it was her first time on a horse after all, but she came to like the rolling motion made by the horse beneath her and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling.
Glorfindel noticed she was being frightened when they started riding, but didn't care. If she was the one who had taken Elrond captive all those years then she deserved being the frightened one. He also noticed her becoming more and more relaxed in the horse's rocking motions and even started to melt in with the horse, becoming one with it, just like he was.
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I think you know where the cute little blueish grey button is by now =)
Spry Sprite: This might not be too original, you will find out in later chapters exactly what I mean by stating this. I hope you can forgive me when you do find out!
LailaithoftheBruinen: I read your story and left a review, it is very good! Thanks for reviewing!
spacellamaprincess: I really appreciate your review and your tips, but everything has already (hopefully) been taken into consideration when I wrote this story. Everything will be explained in later chapters, with the curse, and the muteness and the silver hair and pale eyes and so on. You'll never really "get to know" her as long as this story lasts (it's already finished) but we'll see if the public demands an epilouge or a sequel or something. I've left enough hints about the future for it to be able to become a sequel. The cause of me not jumping right into the action is because I had this dreamy vision I conjured up of that exact opening scene, I've been meaning to write it for very long and one evening I just sat down and wrote it and then ideas started to sprout and this story was formed. Then I never really wanted to change the opening scene as it sets the mood for the whole opening and kind of gives a kind of feel for the whole story, with the magic and all. I thank you very much for taking your time to read and review so thoroughly! Everything you wrote has been given a thought- over! =)
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Chapter 2
The three sets of eyes belonged to one of Lord Elrond of Rivendell's advisors, the mighty balrog slayer Glorfindel, and the Lord's very own twins sons. They were engaged in a hushed conversation.
"She fits the describtion ada gave us. Silver hair, too pale skin, even paler eyes and that aura," one of the indentical twins said.
"Yes, indeed she does brother," the other answered, his rage slowly building. He wanted to get this witch once and for all.
The third in the company could see the other two's want to do something, anything to this...witch they didn't even know with certanity was the one Elrond had described to them all after his time imprisoned years prior. His memories from that time were all hazy, it felt like he was only there for a few months yet for an eternity. In truth he had been there for more then 15 years.
"We do not even know if this is the one he meant or what her purpose for being so far away from her home is," he reminded them. They sighed and nodded as one.
"What shall we do then?" asked the second twin.
They all pondered this for a while.
"I say we capture her and bring her home to ada so we can know if this is the same..witch he described to us," the first twin suggested.
The others thought for a minute over this suggestion.
Then Glorfindel, an advisor as he was, always thought of everything out of every aspect. "Have you given a thought as to how your ada will react when he sees someone from his past he'd most probably'd like to forget?" he asked, concerned over how his trusted old friend would react.
The twins groaned softly as the realisation hit them that maybe he wouldn't react good to this event.
"Shall we leave her then?" the second twin asked.
"I don't know Elrohir, what do you think Glorfindel? What would be for the best?"
Glorfindel pondered over this question as they quietly stalked behind the weary silver haired witch. He sighed softly as he made up his mind. His old friend would have to face some old demons.
"I'd say we go with Elladan's first suggestion and bring her back to Imladris with us. If it really is this witch he has told us about then I think he would want some justice shown." Glorfindel said.
They had made their decision. They also said it would be better if they drugged the witch to be a bit hazy minded and uncoherent, just in case she wanted to put some spell over them. They quickly mixed the herbs nesseccary and snuck up behind the unsuspecting witch who was now drinking for the small stream not far away from their camp.
* * *
She had found the stream quickly, and had seen the clear water. She had sunk heavily onto her knees and started scooping up water with her hands. She quickly quenched her thirst. She took some deep breaths and felt this small cloud of hazyness that had swept over her tired mind go away. She was on the verge of standing up when two arms grabbed her from behind and she was pushed back against a hard chest and had a cloth with some funny smell on pressed over her nose and mouth.
When she refused to breathe it in a fist was swiftly punched into her stomach making her gasp for air, breathing the herbs in and after a few excruciatingly long seconds of bleary eyed vision and hazy mindedness she fell limp in the arm's of her captor, unconscious.
Glorfindel who had caught her from behind looked down at her incrediously, then back up at Elladan who was the one who had punched her in the guts. "Unconscious Elladan?" he asked, wanting to know if this really was the wanted effect. They all stared down at the one in Glorfindel's arms.
"Not really the desired effect, but it's as good as any else," came Elladan's reply.
"Actually, I can remember ada saying something about this being the effect if one is truly exhausted. But we shouldn't worry, she'll come to in a matter of hours. We still have a two days ride home. It's only for the best that she's out for a while." Elrohir said.
They, or rather..Glorfindel, carried her back to their camp and bound her hands with a strong elvish rope, which they tied securely around a sturdy treetrunk.
* * *
Ára couldn't remember much more than waking up in a camp with three persons staring down at her before blackness drew her in once more. The next time she woke up she was still in the camp, now realising her hands were bound and her mind was as hazy as the thick mist on a foggy day. Her vision wasn't the very best, she thought she sometimes saw double, and she couldn't remember much of the time that passed them all by.
She wasn't privileged enough to ride a horse, and because of her slightly hazy mind she kept slowing them down all day, until they stopped to rest for a late lunch. The others talked about what they were going to do, they were going to come home after 4 days if this kept up, and they didn't exactly have that time. They needed to get back to plan for the arrival of the royal family of Mirkwood next month. They were bringing their youngest son along this time around as their two older one's were on guard duty for the next few months. Ára collapsed, not being fit enough for marathons.
She can remember being hauled to her feet, a slice of meat being put in her hand and a cup of water in the other. She ate slowly, her hazy mind not allowing her to do much more. Someone took the cup away from her, and pushed her towards a horse, but the horse backed away in fear and reared. He could sense the evil aura her mother put around her being, and had gotten very frightened.
She tried to calm him down by speaking in the only way she knew possible. Telepathy.
'Shhhhh... it's ok my sweet beauty. It's ok. I'm good, look beneath the surface and see the truth! I want to be your friend,' when the horse visibly relaxed but was still nervous she repeated 'I want to be your friend'.
The horse lowered his muzzle towards the ground and stepped forward, puffing the air around him as he walked steadily forward to her, but was still alert and wary in case that evil aura around her was going to lash out. Soon he stood before her, and puffed her face, where she looked completely detatched from everything around her, but her foggy mind was still trying to process the words to transmit to the horse that she was ok.
When he was as certain as he could be he nuzzled his muzzle first down on her shoulder then into his master, Glorfindel's, shoulder, and snorted. He then let them sit up on him, her first as one of the two twins held the horse's head, and then Glorfindel behind her who wrapped a secure arm around her waist, keeping her pinned to him so she wouldn't fall off.
And they were on their way. They started at a brisk gallop and Ára couldn't help but being a bit frightened at first even through her foggy haze that kept her somewhat limp and relaxed, it was her first time on a horse after all, but she came to like the rolling motion made by the horse beneath her and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling.
Glorfindel noticed she was being frightened when they started riding, but didn't care. If she was the one who had taken Elrond captive all those years then she deserved being the frightened one. He also noticed her becoming more and more relaxed in the horse's rocking motions and even started to melt in with the horse, becoming one with it, just like he was.
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I think you know where the cute little blueish grey button is by now =)