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A/N: What more can I say? Council's in the next chapter, and they completely mess that up, of course, because every other character does. But I put my own twist on it. Yay. Read on!
Chapter 5-Rivendell
Once Ainaelda had primped and deemed herself perfect, we walked outside. I eyed her dress. It had a pretty low neckline, seemed to me. Back home, Ainaelda couldn't have pulled the look off, but now...if she thought she was going to flirt with Legolas again, she was so sadly mistaken...but, like the good little friend that I am, I didn't say a word. But I think she knew I disapproved anyway, because we've known each other too long.
The halls were disappointingly empty. We had originally intended to go to breakfast, but the plan got terminated when we got lost. Besides, the air was so enchanted, I don't understand why anyone would ever need to eat. No WONDER Elves are such miracle workers; you can't help but feel good here. We wandered around the gardens, discussing what had happened in low voices (all we needed was for someone to ask us where America was) and marveling at everything. It was one thing to see it in the movie; it was another to go into the whole thing, the parts undocumented by the movie. It was AWESOME.
We had been outside for about an hour when we found a secluded little courtyard. It was a pretty spot; hedged by brightly blooming flowers, paved with fancifully shaped paving stones that fit together like some fantastic puzzle. There was one bench, where we sat down and talked some more, in louder voices, since it was obvious that no one was around.
"Katty, did you really mean it when you said that you never wanted to go home?" asked Ainaelda quietly. I chewed my lower lip, thinking hard. Finally, I spoke slowly.
"Well, sort of. I mean, I'm here in the land of my dreams. I don't know. My mom won't miss me. I don't think she'd even tell my dad. Do you think we're even gone there? What if, when we got sucked into Hobbit-land, we ceased to exist in our world? Or, our parents could think we're kidnapped. Do you still remember your life from America?" I asked anxiously, thinking my idea about ceasing to exist might have hit a little too close to home. Now I sorta regretted reading all those books.
"Of course. I even remember your fifth birthday, when you cried because Ricky Cadeski made fun of your headgear." I cringed at that particular memory. My teeth were so screwed up when I was little that I had to wear this really embarrassing head gear until I was seven, and I got it put on the day before my fifth birthday. Ricky Cadeski was my friend, but then he laughed his head off when he first saw me with my oh-so-attractive new style. I cried for about five minutes, then ran him down, socked him in the face, and broke his nose. See? I was BORN for the life of Tolkein. Moving on.
"Good. Then we can assume, since our memories are still intact, that we are simply missing in our home, and not that we have merely dissentegrated." A voice spoke up behind us then, causing us to stiffen with unexpected shock.
"Missing? Dissentegrated? I thought you two were abandoned." Okay. How the hell did Aragorn get here, and why doesn't that man make NOISE when he moves? I mean, normal people at least make some sort of noise when they walk on dry grass and fallen leaves, but NO. Not our blessed RANGER. I thought quickly. Middle Earth, Middle Earth...where was the flash of inspiration?! But hey...how did he know our 'history', as it were? Of course, he had talked to Frodo.
"We, uh, we were. Forgive us, sir, if we kept the whole truth from you. It was as you say, we were abandoned, but it is also not the entire truth." Here it was. Flash of brilliance, right on schedule! Where to now? I started off again hesitantly, trying to look like I was merely reluctant to talk about this to an almost-stranger and not grappling for a plausable story. "You see, well, we knew our parents, first off. I grew up in, uh, outside Mirkwood. My mother was kind of a hermit, didn't want to associate. Yeah. Well, how do I say this? Uh, Ainaelda, your turn." I said rapidly. Apparently these flashes of brilliance were just that: flashes. Mine was gone like the wind. Ainaelda glared at me quickly, then hastened on, aware of Aragorn's expectant and frankly quite unnerving stare. What DID she see in that man?
"I lived in the area around Lothlorién. I lived with both my parents, but they sorta doted on my older sister. She was everything they hoped for: tall, queenly, graceful, the whole package. Me? Hey, I was this skinny little girl who only wanted to fool around with bows and knives." I marveled at how she drew on her real life experiences to make this sound more believeable. I recognized the cue and took up the tale, making it just soppy enough.
"Well, my mother just told me to go hunt, since that seemed to be all I was good for anyway. When I came back, our house was empty and stripped bare. She would have taken the door if I hadn't put those hinges on securely. I don't know how long I huddled in our barren little shack, eating the game I had caught that morning. When it ran out, I realized that I had to leave. So I did, and I only had my bow and a quiver and the clothes I was wearing. I trekked across country for years, and then I met up with Ainaelda. So we've been traveling together ever since."
Wow. I should have seriously started writing novels, or something. I never realized that I had such a...potent...imagination when it came to this sort of thing. Sure, I could always make up brilliantly believable lies for my parents, but I was pretty shallow, and never tried to pursue anything deeper than writing notes to Ainaelda in Sinadrin. Well, I mean, hey. It was pretty awesome to see the teacher's or cheerleader's face if the notes got intercepted. If I ever got home, I secretly promised myself, I would be a published author as soon as I could wind a book out.
I looked up, hoping that Aragorn believed us, though we gave no reason to disbelieve our stories. To my everlasting shock, he had tears in his eyes. Sweet. I moved someone to tears with my lies, and for once it wasn't because they found me out. Ainaelda looked just as stunned as I was, also noticing. This revealed more of Aragorn's somewhat mysterious nature. He could still cry, and no one would laugh at him and start calling him a wuss. Well, that might actually have something to do with that sword and its sharp pointy tip around his waist, ready to be drawn at a minute's notice. Abruptly, he wiped his eyes quickly, trying to hide the action. Men. What was he going to say, he just had allergies?
"Well, um, that is a very, uh, harrowing tale, young maids. Now then, ah, it is time for the Council. Follow me." Right on cue, a warning bell rang out. We grinned at each other behind his back. Here it was, the most pivotal point in the film! And we would be there! I wanted to see Elrond up close and personal. I wanted to see all the other important personages that would be there. I wanted to see the rest of Rivendell. I wanted to be included in something earth-shatteringly important. I...I wanted to see the One Ring.
A/N: Yeah, I bet she does...but does the Ring want to see her?
A/N: What more can I say? Council's in the next chapter, and they completely mess that up, of course, because every other character does. But I put my own twist on it. Yay. Read on!
Chapter 5-Rivendell
Once Ainaelda had primped and deemed herself perfect, we walked outside. I eyed her dress. It had a pretty low neckline, seemed to me. Back home, Ainaelda couldn't have pulled the look off, but now...if she thought she was going to flirt with Legolas again, she was so sadly mistaken...but, like the good little friend that I am, I didn't say a word. But I think she knew I disapproved anyway, because we've known each other too long.
The halls were disappointingly empty. We had originally intended to go to breakfast, but the plan got terminated when we got lost. Besides, the air was so enchanted, I don't understand why anyone would ever need to eat. No WONDER Elves are such miracle workers; you can't help but feel good here. We wandered around the gardens, discussing what had happened in low voices (all we needed was for someone to ask us where America was) and marveling at everything. It was one thing to see it in the movie; it was another to go into the whole thing, the parts undocumented by the movie. It was AWESOME.
We had been outside for about an hour when we found a secluded little courtyard. It was a pretty spot; hedged by brightly blooming flowers, paved with fancifully shaped paving stones that fit together like some fantastic puzzle. There was one bench, where we sat down and talked some more, in louder voices, since it was obvious that no one was around.
"Katty, did you really mean it when you said that you never wanted to go home?" asked Ainaelda quietly. I chewed my lower lip, thinking hard. Finally, I spoke slowly.
"Well, sort of. I mean, I'm here in the land of my dreams. I don't know. My mom won't miss me. I don't think she'd even tell my dad. Do you think we're even gone there? What if, when we got sucked into Hobbit-land, we ceased to exist in our world? Or, our parents could think we're kidnapped. Do you still remember your life from America?" I asked anxiously, thinking my idea about ceasing to exist might have hit a little too close to home. Now I sorta regretted reading all those books.
"Of course. I even remember your fifth birthday, when you cried because Ricky Cadeski made fun of your headgear." I cringed at that particular memory. My teeth were so screwed up when I was little that I had to wear this really embarrassing head gear until I was seven, and I got it put on the day before my fifth birthday. Ricky Cadeski was my friend, but then he laughed his head off when he first saw me with my oh-so-attractive new style. I cried for about five minutes, then ran him down, socked him in the face, and broke his nose. See? I was BORN for the life of Tolkein. Moving on.
"Good. Then we can assume, since our memories are still intact, that we are simply missing in our home, and not that we have merely dissentegrated." A voice spoke up behind us then, causing us to stiffen with unexpected shock.
"Missing? Dissentegrated? I thought you two were abandoned." Okay. How the hell did Aragorn get here, and why doesn't that man make NOISE when he moves? I mean, normal people at least make some sort of noise when they walk on dry grass and fallen leaves, but NO. Not our blessed RANGER. I thought quickly. Middle Earth, Middle Earth...where was the flash of inspiration?! But hey...how did he know our 'history', as it were? Of course, he had talked to Frodo.
"We, uh, we were. Forgive us, sir, if we kept the whole truth from you. It was as you say, we were abandoned, but it is also not the entire truth." Here it was. Flash of brilliance, right on schedule! Where to now? I started off again hesitantly, trying to look like I was merely reluctant to talk about this to an almost-stranger and not grappling for a plausable story. "You see, well, we knew our parents, first off. I grew up in, uh, outside Mirkwood. My mother was kind of a hermit, didn't want to associate. Yeah. Well, how do I say this? Uh, Ainaelda, your turn." I said rapidly. Apparently these flashes of brilliance were just that: flashes. Mine was gone like the wind. Ainaelda glared at me quickly, then hastened on, aware of Aragorn's expectant and frankly quite unnerving stare. What DID she see in that man?
"I lived in the area around Lothlorién. I lived with both my parents, but they sorta doted on my older sister. She was everything they hoped for: tall, queenly, graceful, the whole package. Me? Hey, I was this skinny little girl who only wanted to fool around with bows and knives." I marveled at how she drew on her real life experiences to make this sound more believeable. I recognized the cue and took up the tale, making it just soppy enough.
"Well, my mother just told me to go hunt, since that seemed to be all I was good for anyway. When I came back, our house was empty and stripped bare. She would have taken the door if I hadn't put those hinges on securely. I don't know how long I huddled in our barren little shack, eating the game I had caught that morning. When it ran out, I realized that I had to leave. So I did, and I only had my bow and a quiver and the clothes I was wearing. I trekked across country for years, and then I met up with Ainaelda. So we've been traveling together ever since."
Wow. I should have seriously started writing novels, or something. I never realized that I had such a...potent...imagination when it came to this sort of thing. Sure, I could always make up brilliantly believable lies for my parents, but I was pretty shallow, and never tried to pursue anything deeper than writing notes to Ainaelda in Sinadrin. Well, I mean, hey. It was pretty awesome to see the teacher's or cheerleader's face if the notes got intercepted. If I ever got home, I secretly promised myself, I would be a published author as soon as I could wind a book out.
I looked up, hoping that Aragorn believed us, though we gave no reason to disbelieve our stories. To my everlasting shock, he had tears in his eyes. Sweet. I moved someone to tears with my lies, and for once it wasn't because they found me out. Ainaelda looked just as stunned as I was, also noticing. This revealed more of Aragorn's somewhat mysterious nature. He could still cry, and no one would laugh at him and start calling him a wuss. Well, that might actually have something to do with that sword and its sharp pointy tip around his waist, ready to be drawn at a minute's notice. Abruptly, he wiped his eyes quickly, trying to hide the action. Men. What was he going to say, he just had allergies?
"Well, um, that is a very, uh, harrowing tale, young maids. Now then, ah, it is time for the Council. Follow me." Right on cue, a warning bell rang out. We grinned at each other behind his back. Here it was, the most pivotal point in the film! And we would be there! I wanted to see Elrond up close and personal. I wanted to see all the other important personages that would be there. I wanted to see the rest of Rivendell. I wanted to be included in something earth-shatteringly important. I...I wanted to see the One Ring.
A/N: Yeah, I bet she does...but does the Ring want to see her?