A/N: Yea! Thank you soo much to all my reviewers! Yes, there is more to
Merheyl than meets the eye. How else did all those humans travelling with
Kaurea die? I haven't explained that yet.. have I.. ^^ Anyway, you'll just
have to keep reading. I'm going to actually balance her life out a little
in this chapter, throw in a little romance, perhaps. I'll just have to
see..
Gradually, under the careful tutoring of Elrohir, my elvish improved greatly. I could soon speak it almost perfectly. Elrohir said that it was because I had most likely spoken it before when I was just a child, but I could not remember.
Elrond treated me like I was his own daughter instead of his niece, which I was grateful for. Ever since that night that we had spoke about my mother, he never again questioned me about my past. Some part of me wanted to know more about Merheyl, but it was easier to pretend that I did not care.
I was allowed to move out of the Halls of Healing a few months after my arrival. Elrond knew that I would be happy to simply be given my own room and the freedom to roam where I wished instead of being bedridden. So I was given a room that looked off into the garden, which was everything that I had ever wanted and so much more.
From that point on, Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir became my brothers and I became like a little sister to them. They taught me the ways of the elves and how to fight so that I would be able to defend myself if the time ever came. For nights on end they would sit by my bedside and read me stories and poems, always making sure that I was fast asleep before they slipped away.
The one thing that I was not able to master was the art of horseback riding. Oddly enough, none of the horses would bear me as a rider, spare one that went by the name of Súltal. Aragorn claimed he was bred in the famous stables of Rohan as a horse for some powerful child of kings. I could not help but laugh at the time, but later I began to wonder if he had spoken the truth.
"Now, loosen up on the reins a little bit and relax. If you are frightened, do not let him sense it." Elladan said as I again sat upon Súltal and tried to urge him into a slow trot. The stubborn yet graceful beast did nothing but stand there. I tried not to grow frustrated.
"Kara orme.." I leaned down and whispered into the horse's ear. Almost instantly, the horse sprang forward. A scream of surprise burst forth from my mouth as Súltal raced quickly away from the spot where Elladan stood. Even though I was carried further from him by the moment, I could still hear his laughter echoing through the trees.
I was unwillingly carried along for another few feet before the proud stallion finally gave in to my constant pulling on the reins. Elladan eventually caught up with me, almost completely out of breath from laughter and having to run so far just to catch up with me. While I was less than happy at him for laughing at me, I could hardly refrain from laughing myself.
"I'm going to kill you." I said through clenched teeth. It had been Elladan who mentioned just the day before that Kara orme was like telling the horse to slowly trot along. Foolish elf that I was, I chose to believe him. And once we were inside and pretty much finished laughing, Elladan made sure he told anyone who would listen of my adventure.
A few days later, Elrond received a letter from Galadriel of Lothlorien saying that Arwen requested to be brought home. Apparently there was a minor accident while she was using her dagger and she had fractured her wrist and a few fingers. What little healing it did require had been done, but Galadriel thought it best that she returned home for a while. Elrond naturally agreed with her; for it had been a very long time since he had last seen his daughter.
So late the next morning Elrond informed his sons that they were to go to Lorien to fetch Arwen. I jumped at the chance to go with them, but Elrond claimed that it was too dangerous for me to leave Rivendell. Despite its beauty, it had become a sort of prison for me.
I watched the three of them ride out together as envy built up deep within my stomach. I was just as strong as they were. Just because I was not a boy did not mean that I was incapable of fighting just as hard as they could. Súltal had even begun to tolerate my presence upon his back. It just wasn't fair.
A/N: I apologize for the short chapter- tomorrow's chapter will be way longer, I promise!
Gradually, under the careful tutoring of Elrohir, my elvish improved greatly. I could soon speak it almost perfectly. Elrohir said that it was because I had most likely spoken it before when I was just a child, but I could not remember.
Elrond treated me like I was his own daughter instead of his niece, which I was grateful for. Ever since that night that we had spoke about my mother, he never again questioned me about my past. Some part of me wanted to know more about Merheyl, but it was easier to pretend that I did not care.
I was allowed to move out of the Halls of Healing a few months after my arrival. Elrond knew that I would be happy to simply be given my own room and the freedom to roam where I wished instead of being bedridden. So I was given a room that looked off into the garden, which was everything that I had ever wanted and so much more.
From that point on, Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir became my brothers and I became like a little sister to them. They taught me the ways of the elves and how to fight so that I would be able to defend myself if the time ever came. For nights on end they would sit by my bedside and read me stories and poems, always making sure that I was fast asleep before they slipped away.
The one thing that I was not able to master was the art of horseback riding. Oddly enough, none of the horses would bear me as a rider, spare one that went by the name of Súltal. Aragorn claimed he was bred in the famous stables of Rohan as a horse for some powerful child of kings. I could not help but laugh at the time, but later I began to wonder if he had spoken the truth.
"Now, loosen up on the reins a little bit and relax. If you are frightened, do not let him sense it." Elladan said as I again sat upon Súltal and tried to urge him into a slow trot. The stubborn yet graceful beast did nothing but stand there. I tried not to grow frustrated.
"Kara orme.." I leaned down and whispered into the horse's ear. Almost instantly, the horse sprang forward. A scream of surprise burst forth from my mouth as Súltal raced quickly away from the spot where Elladan stood. Even though I was carried further from him by the moment, I could still hear his laughter echoing through the trees.
I was unwillingly carried along for another few feet before the proud stallion finally gave in to my constant pulling on the reins. Elladan eventually caught up with me, almost completely out of breath from laughter and having to run so far just to catch up with me. While I was less than happy at him for laughing at me, I could hardly refrain from laughing myself.
"I'm going to kill you." I said through clenched teeth. It had been Elladan who mentioned just the day before that Kara orme was like telling the horse to slowly trot along. Foolish elf that I was, I chose to believe him. And once we were inside and pretty much finished laughing, Elladan made sure he told anyone who would listen of my adventure.
A few days later, Elrond received a letter from Galadriel of Lothlorien saying that Arwen requested to be brought home. Apparently there was a minor accident while she was using her dagger and she had fractured her wrist and a few fingers. What little healing it did require had been done, but Galadriel thought it best that she returned home for a while. Elrond naturally agreed with her; for it had been a very long time since he had last seen his daughter.
So late the next morning Elrond informed his sons that they were to go to Lorien to fetch Arwen. I jumped at the chance to go with them, but Elrond claimed that it was too dangerous for me to leave Rivendell. Despite its beauty, it had become a sort of prison for me.
I watched the three of them ride out together as envy built up deep within my stomach. I was just as strong as they were. Just because I was not a boy did not mean that I was incapable of fighting just as hard as they could. Súltal had even begun to tolerate my presence upon his back. It just wasn't fair.
A/N: I apologize for the short chapter- tomorrow's chapter will be way longer, I promise!