Rumor awoke once again, but not to the piercing sun as before.
Instead she looked over to see a silhouette blocking the sun from her gaze.
The figure was tall and frumpy, yet with the sun shining around him, he
looked godly. Rumor struggled to swallow against her dry throat, "Who the
hell are you?" she demanded weakly. The figure laughed out loud, but it was
not a horrific, terrifying laugh like Rumor expected, instead it was a
kind, fatherly laugh.
"I am Mithrandir, but you may call me Gandalf." The figure shifted in his seat next to the bed. He wore a long grey robe, and had long grey hair, and a beard to match it. "You hit your head pretty hard on a rock when you fainted, my lady."
"Rumor, call me Rumor." Rumor interrupted. Gandalf gave her a queer look, but continued talking, "You have been here for five days, Lady Rumor, and except for those few moments two days ago, you have been asleep ever since you were taken back here."
Rumor flushed a deep scarlet, remembering how she had acted when she had woken up the last time. Then it struck her, she had no idea where she was. "Umm, Mr. Gandalf...sir?" Gandalf looked at her expectantly from under his bushy eyebrows. "Umm, where the hell is 'here'?" Rumor asked calmly, despite her calm exterior she was inside scared of what the answer was going to be.
"You are in Rivendell, under the care of Lord Elrond." Gandalf replied quietly, watching the young girl carefully, looking for any sort of reaction to this news. The only reaction he got was a few slow blinks. "Where the fuck is that?" Rumor asked after a minute of silence. Gandalf opened his mouth to reply, but a loud commotion from outside her balcony stopped him. Jerking immediately from his chair, Gandalf headed straight for the balcony. Staring down at something that was happening just outside her window, he muttered to himself, "Oh that the Valar, he's arrived."
With that Gandalf hurried toward her door without saying another word and left the room, leaving the girl alone, completely forgotten. As perturbed as she was by the old man's abrupt change in manner, Rumor pushed the bedcovers aside and attempted to stand on her shaky legs. Elladan, who was also rushing to greet the new arrivals, heard a muffled shout, and a loud "Shit!" following a thump to the floor. Despite his eagerness to see those arriving, curiosity for what the girl was doing, won out. Opening the door slightly, and peeping in, he could see the girl struggling to rise from the floor using the bedpost. Elladan flinched as he watched her take a step and fall to the floor again. "What the hell? Fuck me!" The girl let out a long stream of curses while sitting on the floor. Elladan choked back laughter at the scene that played out before him, he couldn't help it, but her anger amused him.
Opening the door farther, Elladan poked his head into the girl's room, "My lady?" He asked softly, "Are you alright?" The girl snapped her head around to look at Elladan and glared at him, her eyes blaring with anger. Trying to swallow the laughter that threatened to pour out of him, he looked down into her eyes, but what he saw in there made all laughter stop. Pain, grief, confusion, a haunted look that made her appears smaller, weaker, and more fragile then ever. "I'm fine." She said shortly, going to look away, but stopped. Elladan cocked his head at her expectantly, thinking she was going to say something, but instead she just sat there, gaping at him.
"My lady? Is there something wrong?" Elladan was confused at her reaction to something that was on him. "You're...Your ears...What the hell is wrong with them?" Elladan reached up to his ears automatically and started to feel for something out of the ordinary, but he couldn't find anything unusual about them. With a questioning look, he was forced to ask, "What is wrong with them, my lady?"
Rumor stared up at him startled, "What the hell do you mean, 'what is wrong with them'? Incase you failed to notice...they're pointed!" She shrieked out the last part, disturbed by what was going on. *What the fuck is wrong with these people?* She thought to herself. "I want to know what the hell is going on around here! And where the hell is Rivendell? And what the fuck is wrong with your ears?" Rumor demanded, getting frustrated at the recent events, and the lack of knowledge that she had of what was happening to her.
"All your questions will soon be answered." A voice replied to her ranting smoothly. Rumor and Elladan turned towards the door to see Elrohir standing in the doorway. Walking into the room, Elrohir stood before Rumor and bowed low to her. Rumor snickered out loud at this action, but was silenced when he crouched down in front of her and laid a gentle kiss upon her hand. "My lady, I am Elrohir, son of Lord Elrond. This," he gestured to his carbon copy, "This is my brother, Elladan." Rumor nodded mutely, still in shock from the kiss. *Who the hell are these people* She wondered to herself, and not for the first time.
Elrohir looked at her expectantly, but spoke once he realized that she was not going to give her name in return. "My father is currently detained, but he wishes for you to wait in his study." Rumor jerked her head from looking down at the floor to looking into his face. *He's kinda cute* she thought. "What does he want to talk about?" She asked challengingly. The two brothers exchanged looks, and Rumor felt a twinge of guilt. They had done so much for her, and were being really patient, yet Rumor refused to open up to these complete strangers. There was only one person she could trust, and count on and he was still back in the land of the sane, unlike her. A wave of sorrow washed over Rumor, Driver, she missed him with every ounce of her being. She loved him, and now wished she had told him exactly how much she loved him sooner.
"Fine, take me to your dad." She said meekly. Elrohir nodded and picked her up gently. Rumor stiffened at his touch, but Elrohir did not take offense to it. Instead he smiled down at the young girl in his arms, "Relax, my lady. I promise no harm will come to you." Rumor loosened up he body, but not much. With that Elrohir carried her off to his father's study, with Elladan trailing behind.
"I am Mithrandir, but you may call me Gandalf." The figure shifted in his seat next to the bed. He wore a long grey robe, and had long grey hair, and a beard to match it. "You hit your head pretty hard on a rock when you fainted, my lady."
"Rumor, call me Rumor." Rumor interrupted. Gandalf gave her a queer look, but continued talking, "You have been here for five days, Lady Rumor, and except for those few moments two days ago, you have been asleep ever since you were taken back here."
Rumor flushed a deep scarlet, remembering how she had acted when she had woken up the last time. Then it struck her, she had no idea where she was. "Umm, Mr. Gandalf...sir?" Gandalf looked at her expectantly from under his bushy eyebrows. "Umm, where the hell is 'here'?" Rumor asked calmly, despite her calm exterior she was inside scared of what the answer was going to be.
"You are in Rivendell, under the care of Lord Elrond." Gandalf replied quietly, watching the young girl carefully, looking for any sort of reaction to this news. The only reaction he got was a few slow blinks. "Where the fuck is that?" Rumor asked after a minute of silence. Gandalf opened his mouth to reply, but a loud commotion from outside her balcony stopped him. Jerking immediately from his chair, Gandalf headed straight for the balcony. Staring down at something that was happening just outside her window, he muttered to himself, "Oh that the Valar, he's arrived."
With that Gandalf hurried toward her door without saying another word and left the room, leaving the girl alone, completely forgotten. As perturbed as she was by the old man's abrupt change in manner, Rumor pushed the bedcovers aside and attempted to stand on her shaky legs. Elladan, who was also rushing to greet the new arrivals, heard a muffled shout, and a loud "Shit!" following a thump to the floor. Despite his eagerness to see those arriving, curiosity for what the girl was doing, won out. Opening the door slightly, and peeping in, he could see the girl struggling to rise from the floor using the bedpost. Elladan flinched as he watched her take a step and fall to the floor again. "What the hell? Fuck me!" The girl let out a long stream of curses while sitting on the floor. Elladan choked back laughter at the scene that played out before him, he couldn't help it, but her anger amused him.
Opening the door farther, Elladan poked his head into the girl's room, "My lady?" He asked softly, "Are you alright?" The girl snapped her head around to look at Elladan and glared at him, her eyes blaring with anger. Trying to swallow the laughter that threatened to pour out of him, he looked down into her eyes, but what he saw in there made all laughter stop. Pain, grief, confusion, a haunted look that made her appears smaller, weaker, and more fragile then ever. "I'm fine." She said shortly, going to look away, but stopped. Elladan cocked his head at her expectantly, thinking she was going to say something, but instead she just sat there, gaping at him.
"My lady? Is there something wrong?" Elladan was confused at her reaction to something that was on him. "You're...Your ears...What the hell is wrong with them?" Elladan reached up to his ears automatically and started to feel for something out of the ordinary, but he couldn't find anything unusual about them. With a questioning look, he was forced to ask, "What is wrong with them, my lady?"
Rumor stared up at him startled, "What the hell do you mean, 'what is wrong with them'? Incase you failed to notice...they're pointed!" She shrieked out the last part, disturbed by what was going on. *What the fuck is wrong with these people?* She thought to herself. "I want to know what the hell is going on around here! And where the hell is Rivendell? And what the fuck is wrong with your ears?" Rumor demanded, getting frustrated at the recent events, and the lack of knowledge that she had of what was happening to her.
"All your questions will soon be answered." A voice replied to her ranting smoothly. Rumor and Elladan turned towards the door to see Elrohir standing in the doorway. Walking into the room, Elrohir stood before Rumor and bowed low to her. Rumor snickered out loud at this action, but was silenced when he crouched down in front of her and laid a gentle kiss upon her hand. "My lady, I am Elrohir, son of Lord Elrond. This," he gestured to his carbon copy, "This is my brother, Elladan." Rumor nodded mutely, still in shock from the kiss. *Who the hell are these people* She wondered to herself, and not for the first time.
Elrohir looked at her expectantly, but spoke once he realized that she was not going to give her name in return. "My father is currently detained, but he wishes for you to wait in his study." Rumor jerked her head from looking down at the floor to looking into his face. *He's kinda cute* she thought. "What does he want to talk about?" She asked challengingly. The two brothers exchanged looks, and Rumor felt a twinge of guilt. They had done so much for her, and were being really patient, yet Rumor refused to open up to these complete strangers. There was only one person she could trust, and count on and he was still back in the land of the sane, unlike her. A wave of sorrow washed over Rumor, Driver, she missed him with every ounce of her being. She loved him, and now wished she had told him exactly how much she loved him sooner.
"Fine, take me to your dad." She said meekly. Elrohir nodded and picked her up gently. Rumor stiffened at his touch, but Elrohir did not take offense to it. Instead he smiled down at the young girl in his arms, "Relax, my lady. I promise no harm will come to you." Rumor loosened up he body, but not much. With that Elrohir carried her off to his father's study, with Elladan trailing behind.