Disclaimer: see any other part. For those who don't know it, Teleperion ( The White Tree) and Laurelon ( The Golden Tree of Valinor) were the trees that brought light to the Land of the Valar in ancient times. They were destroyed by Melkor (the first dark Lord, more common called Morgoth) and Ungoliant. Their last flowers were made into the sun and the moon.
Chapter VI: The Last Homely House.
" Amin nowe ron n'kelaya e' cormamin"The sight of The Last Homely House was always a sight of joy for tired eyes. For the travelers who had been walking quickly for more then six days, it was like reaching land after swimming across a sea.
Strider led them down a hill and when they reached the gorge, they could see the House of Elrond captured on a cliff at the root of a tall mountain that disappeared in the clouds. "That is the River Bruinen" Strider said and pointed at a mighty river that twisted its way around the house, surrounding it with waterfalls.
"We should keep on the Main Path" Strider continued "we must reach Lord Elronds House before nightfall " he shifted the weight of the elf in his arms and placed her head lay gingerly on his shoulder. Frodo and Sam cast a nervous glance at her and, then they stared up at the house once more before they stared the walk down.
They had not walked far before the elve's eyes suddenly open and she moved uneasy in Striders arms. The she opened her voice and spoke in barley audible voice, which was soar from the muttering and sounded like a dry rasp.
"Mani marte?" (What happened?)
"Lle tyava quel? " (Do you feel well?)
" Amin nowe ron n'kelaya e' cormamin" (I thought they would never leave my heart)
"Ya?" (Who?)
Her eyes stared vacantly at him, she did not answer, soon her eyes closed again, and she fell back into unconsciousness.
"Has she woken? Is she alright?" Frodo asked when he saw that Strider had stopped walking.
"I do not know Mr. Frodo, let us haste," he answered quickly.
They had walked for a few hours when Sam, although he had been silent for most of the journey, asked if they could not rest for just a few minutes. Strider looked at the sky and saw that the sun was starting to smear the sky reddish and then looked up the road to the House. It would be dark before they reached their goal.
"Let us rest then, but not for long" he muttered and gently lowered his valuable package.
They all removed their backpacks from their back and content sighs of relief filled the forest as the hobbits sat down for the most welcomed rest.
Strider stretched his soar muscles and rubbed his forehead before he too sat down letting the ache in his feet slowly leave his body.
"I wonder if there are any elves here!" Pippin said thoughtfully as he roamed around in his bag for an apple.
" I should think so, this is Rivendell" Merry answered and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah…I wonder what they are like, do you think they are as ghastly as Mr. Billing said?"
"Who is Mr. Billing?" Sam asked questionably.
"A man from the Prancing Pony, he said he had meet the elves loads of time, told me they were man-eating monsters" Pippin said dramatically and Strider snorted.
"Maybe not man…. but we do fancy a bit of hobbits now and then"
Everybody leaped to their feet as three elves emerge, from the bushes with their bows armed. Merry, Sam and Pippin quickly huddled together and dragged out their swords and raised them in defense.
Strider rose calmly and walked over to the elves, which he reorganized.
" Naa rashwe?" (Is there trouble?)
The elves shook their heads and lowered their guards. "They were starting to get worried and sent somebody out to search for you" one of them said and then eyed each of them, his eyes finally resting on the elfmaid resting on the ground.
"They told us to look for one man and four hobbits, but did not mentioned an elfmaid, where did she come from?" Frodo rose from the stone and walked over to her, not knowing why but he felt like he needed to protect her, she seemed so vulnerable, when she lay on the ground.
"A long story, we need to get to Lord Elrond… I do not know what is wrong…she has been unconscious for almost six days" Strider said and one of the elves walked over to her and placed a hand on her for head, he to quickly drew it back.
"Her skin is on fire Master Glorfindel"
Glorfindel walked over and placed his hand on the woman's head, he felt the heat from her skin burn his hands and he removed them. Her head rolled to the side and she opened her eyes and stared wearyingly at the elves gazing down on her.
" Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha … gurth tula khila amin, gurth ta tuluva a' lye"
"She does not understand the common tongue, this is what she has been muttering for the last six days" Strider said. "I do not recognize her from our house, can she been from Mirkwood or Lothlòrien?" Glorfindel asked.
"I do not know we found her in….." Strider was cut short as they heard a scream pierce the night.
"Ndengina amin….. Tua amin…..amin….Mori….. Gurth""The Ringwraiths…" Frodo shuddered and Strider put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Do not worry Mr. Frodo the magic of the elves will keep them away…. they can't cross the river Bruinen which Lord Elrond has under his control"
Frodo and the others breathed a sigh of relief as they, for the first time since they started the journey, felt truly safe.
"Let us hurry to Lord Elrond" Glorfindel said. The hobbits eagerly gathered their backpacks and Strider walked towards the elfmaid, when Glorfindel stopped him.
"I shall carry her, let us haste"
The black spots on her skin puzzled and feared the elves. The elfmaid seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and they watched as the black spots started to fade away and left the skin pale and soft. She had been unconscious for a few days, but when one of the elves had walked in to check on her, she had awoken with an alarming scream.
Lord Elrond had gotten his first rest in many weeks when the scream awoke him. He staggered out in the hallway half drunken in sleep, down the corridor curious heads popped up as they all turned towards the sounds. Suddenly a door opened an elf, which looked like he had just found a goblin in his bed, hurried out muttering curses under his breath.
"What is going on, what is all the screaming about?" Elrond asked and grabbed the elves arm.
"Its the elfmaid we brought in, my lord," he added.
"What do you mean?" He asked, fully awake now already on his way towards the door, but the elf stopped him.
" I do not think you should enter, Gildur has his hands full trying to calm her down." Elrond was about to open his mouth to ask something, when suddenly there was a loud crash, then silence.
Just then, the door slid open and Gildur walked out carrying some cloths in his hands. He closed the door, and leaned heavily on it.
"What is going on?" Elrond asked.
"I was going to tend to her wounds when she suddenly awoke and started to trash about "Gildur said and handed the bandages to the elf who had been talking to the Lord of Rivendell, and he hurried off.
"What do you mean?" Elrond asked.
"She started to kick and scream. Suddenly one of the vases broke and she turned silent."
Elrond opened the door slowly and glanced around in the room. The bed sheets were on a tangled heap on the floor and a blue vase, a gift from Lothlórien was broken and shards of glass lay all over the floor. In the corner, he just managed to see the elfmaid, huddled together, hiding behind her face in her hair, her arms around her knees. He opened the door a little more, when suddenly he heard something growl and he looked down at a dog.
"I was going to warn you about that" Gildur said as Elrond quiet the dog. T'quel hurried across the room to its master. He lay down by the elf's feet and stared at them with his calm brown eyes. Elrond took a steep inside and he heard the sound of glass crumble under his foot.
When she heard his footstep, she looked up and her hands rose up to cover her face as if to shade it. For a minute her eyes meet his and she stared at him with a most intense and serene look. Elrond felt his pulse quicken as he stared at the one green and one blue eyes in the pale elven face. It felt as if he was staring back thousands of years in time. As if he was looking at a ghost.
"So…" Gildur asked, but the Lord of Rivendell did not answer, just started to quickly walk down the corridor toward the library.
"Send for Gandalf…tell me to meet me in the library!" Elrond ordered.
"What about her?" Gildur asked and pointed to her room.
"If I am right…I am afraid there is little we can do to help her" Elrond muttered, and then thoughtfully he added to him self. "…Thought they were all killed when Teleperion and Laurelin were destroyed by Melkor"
"What do you mean?"
"She may be much more then an elf…" The Lord Elrond answered and the quickly hurried down the corridor. This was no concidence.
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