Rumor awoke early the next morning, and not to a happy mood.
Grumbling to herself on how she should not be up so early, it was inhuman,
Rumor pulled herself out of bed and stumbled over to the bathroom connected
to the room she was staying in. Yawning repeatedly, she worked to get a
knot out of her hair as the bathtub filled with clearly steaming water.
Rubbing the gunk from her eyes, Rumor undressed quickly and slipped into
the hot water. Sinking back into the tub, Rumor laid back and relaxed,
letting the warm water loosen her tensed muscles.
An hour later, Rumor reluctantly dragged herself out of the water. Wrapping herself in a fluffy white towel, Rumor sat at a vanity and brushed her long hair out. Her white skin shined in the sunlight, and her face was pink from the steam bath. Slowly reaching up, Rumor traced the line that was forever scared on her face. Pain etched her pretty face, in thought that she couldn't even remember how her own parents died.
Jerking out of the seat, Rumor refused to feel sorry for herself. With a look towards the clothes on her bed, Rumor headed towards the closet to find a pair of clean clothes. She opened the closet to be greeted by dresses, nothing but dresses. Crossing her eyes and making a face of disgust, Rumor slammed the closet door shut and stomped towards the bed where her clothes laid. Picking them up, she was distracted by a loud knocking at her door.
"Come in." She yelled loudly, hoping to be heard through the thick wooden door. A thin female elf walked gracefully through her door. "My lady, there is no need to shout, I can hear you just fine." Rumor blushed, forgetting about the elves super hearing. "I'm sorry, I had forgotten..." Rumor trailed off.
The she-elf smiled at the fumbling human, "I'm here to help you dress and be ready for the council, my lady." Rumor looked at the elf gratefully, "Oh thank god, I could use your help so much." The elf opened up the closet and started to pick through the dresses, "What about this one, my lady?" She asked, pulling out a dress, ice blue in color. Rumor made a face at the dress, and the she-elf laughed. "I was thinking less about a dress, and more of something like what I was wearing before." Rumor stated, turning red from the elf's laughter.
The beautiful elf frowned at this, "It would not be proper for a young lady to wear pants, especially when attending a great council with all the lords of the land." Rumor just simply shook her head furiously, "Then I will go with what I was wearing before." She stated in her 'don't mess with me' attitude. The she-elf sighed and frowned deeper, "At least allow me to wash them for you." With that, she gathered up the dirty clothes that lay on Rumor's bed and exited the room.
Rumor sat on the edge of the bed, lost in her thoughts. It wasn't until a cool breeze startled her out of her daze, and she realized what she was wearing, or in her case, wasn't wearing. Getting up from her spot on the bed, and with a quick look through the closet, Rumor let out a proud squeal with what she had found. Stepping out of the walk-in closet, Rumor held up her booty and replaced the towel with it. Her booty was a long robe that was white and satin. In the robe, Rumor felt covered enough to step on to her balcony.
Looking out upon the city, Rumor gasped in awe (and not for the last time) at the majesty of it all. The elves were so gorgeous, even this early in the morning. Rumor felt small and plain next to them. She hated feeling so insignificant, but she pushed that feeling aside, because they were the elves and she couldn't hate such a beautiful race. A knock came from her door, and the she-elf breezed in again, "Here, my lady, your clothes have been washed and dried. Hurry now, the time draws near."
Rumor looked back inside the room, startled. "You only left a few minutes ago." She proclaimed, shocked. The elf laughed gently, her laughter ringing down like silver petals. "My lady, I have been gone almost an hour." Rumor blinked *had it really been that long?* She couldn't help wondering. Shrugging her shoulders, Rumor started to dress. Leaving her hair flowing freely on her shoulders, Rumor followed the elf out and to the council. After traveling down a few winding stairs and some long ass hallways, the elf stopped and turned to Rumor, "This is where we say goodbye." Rumor looked at her; she was starting to get nervous. "I am not allowed to go near the council, for I'm not even supposed to know about it." Quickly giving Rumor directions, and with a quick smile, the elf was off.
Walking off in the direction the elf pointed her in; Rumor nervously began to play with her hair. She was getting nervous about this meeting. It wasn't long before Rumor noticed where she was, and realized that she was lost. "Oh, shit!" Rumor cursed out loud. She wasn't going to make it to the council at this rate.
"Would you like some assistance, Lady Rumor?" Rumor looked up to a familiar raspy voice. Gandalf was walking down the hall, coming towards her at a slow, steady pace. His eyes twinkled merrily at the sight of the lost young girl. At his side was a little kid. Rumor glanced down at his feet and smiled, *hobbit* she thought to herself. The hobbit looked up, although with her height, the Halfling didn't have to look too far up and offered a small smile. "You must be Frodo Baggins?" Asked Rumor, startled with his still pale appearance. His gorgeous blue eyes widened, "How did you know, my lady?"
"Rumor, call me Rumor, "stated Rumor, losing count on how many times she had said that over the last couple of days. "And your friends, Sam, Merry, and Pip, had told me." Smiling down at him, she told the tiny hobbit, "They've told me much about you and the Shire. How are you feeling? Last I saw, you were still passed out." The hobbit once again appeared startled, "I'm much better, but still sore." He narrowed his eyes curiously, "What did they tell you exactly?"
Rumor opened her mouth to speak, but Gandalf beat her to it. "Come little ones, or we shall be late for the council." With that he continued down the hall, his grey robed floating behind him. Frodo and Rumor looked at him, then each other, and then Gandalf again, and hurried to catch up with the wizard.
Upon reaching the site of where the council was being held, Gandalf and Frodo passed by a guarding elf without question, but when Rumor tried to walk past, the elf grabbed her arm tightly. "No woman is allowed in the council." Rumor attempted to jerk her arm out of his grasp, "Check the guest list again, dude, 'cause you'll see that I'm on it." The elf looked at her, doubt in his eyes, but a pale thin hand reached out and touched the guard's shoulder. "Let her go, she is here at Lord Elrond's requests." The guards reluctantly released his grip and allowed her to pass.
Rumor looked up to look at the face of her rescuer, but found herself looking into a pair of blue eyes. Gasping slightly at the intensity of the look she received from the eyes, Rumor stepped back unconsciously, disturbed by the gaze. Her rescuer was the elf from Lord Elrond's study, she never did learn his name, but she didn't care to either, so it didn't really matter. "Thanks," she muttered, brushing past him, trying to ignore the looks he gave her and made her way to the area where the council was being held.
Legolas smiled as the youthful girl brushed by him. *A girl attending a council? This should be interesting, but why is she here?*
There was no need for him to voice his thoughts to Estel, for Boromir of Gondor voiced them to the entire council for him. "A women? What would a woman be doing at a Great Council?"
Rumor looked at the speaker with obvious distain, "Fuck off, I was asked to come, so I came. You got a problem with it, talk it up with Lord Elrond." The man drew himself to full height, "You have no business here, and this is a man's job. Why don't you go run along and knit, like woman should do."
Rumor opened her mouth to curse the sexist pig off, but the people surrounding them grew quiet. Looking to the front of the room she could see Lord Elrond standing, he wished to start the council. Instead of retorting, Rumor calmly took a seat and waited to see what the fuck was happening.
An hour later, Rumor reluctantly dragged herself out of the water. Wrapping herself in a fluffy white towel, Rumor sat at a vanity and brushed her long hair out. Her white skin shined in the sunlight, and her face was pink from the steam bath. Slowly reaching up, Rumor traced the line that was forever scared on her face. Pain etched her pretty face, in thought that she couldn't even remember how her own parents died.
Jerking out of the seat, Rumor refused to feel sorry for herself. With a look towards the clothes on her bed, Rumor headed towards the closet to find a pair of clean clothes. She opened the closet to be greeted by dresses, nothing but dresses. Crossing her eyes and making a face of disgust, Rumor slammed the closet door shut and stomped towards the bed where her clothes laid. Picking them up, she was distracted by a loud knocking at her door.
"Come in." She yelled loudly, hoping to be heard through the thick wooden door. A thin female elf walked gracefully through her door. "My lady, there is no need to shout, I can hear you just fine." Rumor blushed, forgetting about the elves super hearing. "I'm sorry, I had forgotten..." Rumor trailed off.
The she-elf smiled at the fumbling human, "I'm here to help you dress and be ready for the council, my lady." Rumor looked at the elf gratefully, "Oh thank god, I could use your help so much." The elf opened up the closet and started to pick through the dresses, "What about this one, my lady?" She asked, pulling out a dress, ice blue in color. Rumor made a face at the dress, and the she-elf laughed. "I was thinking less about a dress, and more of something like what I was wearing before." Rumor stated, turning red from the elf's laughter.
The beautiful elf frowned at this, "It would not be proper for a young lady to wear pants, especially when attending a great council with all the lords of the land." Rumor just simply shook her head furiously, "Then I will go with what I was wearing before." She stated in her 'don't mess with me' attitude. The she-elf sighed and frowned deeper, "At least allow me to wash them for you." With that, she gathered up the dirty clothes that lay on Rumor's bed and exited the room.
Rumor sat on the edge of the bed, lost in her thoughts. It wasn't until a cool breeze startled her out of her daze, and she realized what she was wearing, or in her case, wasn't wearing. Getting up from her spot on the bed, and with a quick look through the closet, Rumor let out a proud squeal with what she had found. Stepping out of the walk-in closet, Rumor held up her booty and replaced the towel with it. Her booty was a long robe that was white and satin. In the robe, Rumor felt covered enough to step on to her balcony.
Looking out upon the city, Rumor gasped in awe (and not for the last time) at the majesty of it all. The elves were so gorgeous, even this early in the morning. Rumor felt small and plain next to them. She hated feeling so insignificant, but she pushed that feeling aside, because they were the elves and she couldn't hate such a beautiful race. A knock came from her door, and the she-elf breezed in again, "Here, my lady, your clothes have been washed and dried. Hurry now, the time draws near."
Rumor looked back inside the room, startled. "You only left a few minutes ago." She proclaimed, shocked. The elf laughed gently, her laughter ringing down like silver petals. "My lady, I have been gone almost an hour." Rumor blinked *had it really been that long?* She couldn't help wondering. Shrugging her shoulders, Rumor started to dress. Leaving her hair flowing freely on her shoulders, Rumor followed the elf out and to the council. After traveling down a few winding stairs and some long ass hallways, the elf stopped and turned to Rumor, "This is where we say goodbye." Rumor looked at her; she was starting to get nervous. "I am not allowed to go near the council, for I'm not even supposed to know about it." Quickly giving Rumor directions, and with a quick smile, the elf was off.
Walking off in the direction the elf pointed her in; Rumor nervously began to play with her hair. She was getting nervous about this meeting. It wasn't long before Rumor noticed where she was, and realized that she was lost. "Oh, shit!" Rumor cursed out loud. She wasn't going to make it to the council at this rate.
"Would you like some assistance, Lady Rumor?" Rumor looked up to a familiar raspy voice. Gandalf was walking down the hall, coming towards her at a slow, steady pace. His eyes twinkled merrily at the sight of the lost young girl. At his side was a little kid. Rumor glanced down at his feet and smiled, *hobbit* she thought to herself. The hobbit looked up, although with her height, the Halfling didn't have to look too far up and offered a small smile. "You must be Frodo Baggins?" Asked Rumor, startled with his still pale appearance. His gorgeous blue eyes widened, "How did you know, my lady?"
"Rumor, call me Rumor, "stated Rumor, losing count on how many times she had said that over the last couple of days. "And your friends, Sam, Merry, and Pip, had told me." Smiling down at him, she told the tiny hobbit, "They've told me much about you and the Shire. How are you feeling? Last I saw, you were still passed out." The hobbit once again appeared startled, "I'm much better, but still sore." He narrowed his eyes curiously, "What did they tell you exactly?"
Rumor opened her mouth to speak, but Gandalf beat her to it. "Come little ones, or we shall be late for the council." With that he continued down the hall, his grey robed floating behind him. Frodo and Rumor looked at him, then each other, and then Gandalf again, and hurried to catch up with the wizard.
Upon reaching the site of where the council was being held, Gandalf and Frodo passed by a guarding elf without question, but when Rumor tried to walk past, the elf grabbed her arm tightly. "No woman is allowed in the council." Rumor attempted to jerk her arm out of his grasp, "Check the guest list again, dude, 'cause you'll see that I'm on it." The elf looked at her, doubt in his eyes, but a pale thin hand reached out and touched the guard's shoulder. "Let her go, she is here at Lord Elrond's requests." The guards reluctantly released his grip and allowed her to pass.
Rumor looked up to look at the face of her rescuer, but found herself looking into a pair of blue eyes. Gasping slightly at the intensity of the look she received from the eyes, Rumor stepped back unconsciously, disturbed by the gaze. Her rescuer was the elf from Lord Elrond's study, she never did learn his name, but she didn't care to either, so it didn't really matter. "Thanks," she muttered, brushing past him, trying to ignore the looks he gave her and made her way to the area where the council was being held.
Legolas smiled as the youthful girl brushed by him. *A girl attending a council? This should be interesting, but why is she here?*
There was no need for him to voice his thoughts to Estel, for Boromir of Gondor voiced them to the entire council for him. "A women? What would a woman be doing at a Great Council?"
Rumor looked at the speaker with obvious distain, "Fuck off, I was asked to come, so I came. You got a problem with it, talk it up with Lord Elrond." The man drew himself to full height, "You have no business here, and this is a man's job. Why don't you go run along and knit, like woman should do."
Rumor opened her mouth to curse the sexist pig off, but the people surrounding them grew quiet. Looking to the front of the room she could see Lord Elrond standing, he wished to start the council. Instead of retorting, Rumor calmly took a seat and waited to see what the fuck was happening.