Oh, by the way, at the moment I am just trying to get everybody some screen
time, after
the story gets rolling I will head back and show everyone again.
Thanks for reading! ^_^
Disclaimer: Do I own them? No. Do I wish I owned them? Yes.
Supposedly a line in this short excuse for a chapter was a line from a movie. If it was, I
cannot remember it.
Midii, since you reviewed, this is dedicated to you!
You did...startle...us, though. ^^;;;;;
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October 25, Rivendell
"What was that about?"
"What was what about?" The tall brown haired elf turned, blue velvet tunic shining softly in
the sun, and looked at his companion.
She glared at him in displeasure, "Were you listening to me? Apparently not." She
brushed him off and turned back to face the center of the council, where Gandalf the Gray,
known to all in Rivendell, was introducing a young halfling to the people gathered to discuss
what was to become of the Ring.
Her eyes followed Elrond's every movement, but she was not taking in all that she saw, the
soldier in her not completely awoken.
Trieze watched this struggle in her, amused.
The lady had two faces. Two sides.
He stopped his musings as Elrond spoke, "Here, my friends, is the hobbit, Frodo son of
Drogo. Few have ever come hither through greater peril or on an errand more urgent."
He continued speaking, announcing the names of those summoned, introducing even the
counselors of his own house, among them Trieze and Lady Une, both of a high enough
position to be involved in the council, when many others were left out.
It was an honor, to see the lives of many being decided for them.
The talk continued, various people telling what they knew of the ring and it's maker, the Dark
Lord Sauron. Various people, who knew various parts of the same story.
Trieze listened, deep in thought but paying close attention to every word said.
As he listened, he smiled. He knew already why they had called so many to such an urgent
gathering. They were going to decide which of the many paths the future would take.
To the west and the ocean, to the north and battle, or to the east and destruction.
He looked at the elf standing next to him, the only female in the council. She was watching
with a detached, cold interest.
Not the interest of a lady, but of a soldier.
Trieze smiled, understanding each person's part to play in this deadly game of decisions,
including hers and his own.
"Every word, every thought will affect what happens to this land."
Lady Une looked up, startled. "What was that, Trieze?"
He gave a peaceful smile. "War, my lady. I believe we are on the brink of it."
She stared at him, taken aback at his calm demeanor, then turned and looked back at the
speaking form of Glóin.
Watching her observe the dwarf, he slowly took his attention off the council, and onto her.
Her hair, harshly pulled back from her elegant face was a light shade of brown, her eyes a
stern gray. She was now taking in every word said, her muscles taunt and eyes narrowed
as she calculated every possibility with the experience of a true fighter.
Suddenly, the image flickered and disappeared, leaving a different vision.
This lady, although her hair was indeed pulled back and her eyes the same tone of gray,
was changed. Her eyes, which seemed to shine with their own light, were softer. Her hair
less harsh and more delicately placed and twisted into a complex bun. Her face seemed
calmer, and though it did not grow in beauty, it now held a strange shimmer that was lost to
the tense dignity it previously possessed.
The one thing that remained unchanged was her gown.
The early morning light reflected off the silver lining of it, the garment itself was a deep
crimson, both the color of fresh blood and a rose in bloom.
War and peace.
Lady Une's two sides.
Which side he would see was to be determined by the outcome of this council.
"Lady," He murmured, reaching out and touching her arm, "They have assembled the
actors. Let the play begin."
***
Review? Please?
the story gets rolling I will head back and show everyone again.
Thanks for reading! ^_^
Disclaimer: Do I own them? No. Do I wish I owned them? Yes.
Supposedly a line in this short excuse for a chapter was a line from a movie. If it was, I
cannot remember it.
Midii, since you reviewed, this is dedicated to you!
You did...startle...us, though. ^^;;;;;
*** ***
October 25, Rivendell
"What was that about?"
"What was what about?" The tall brown haired elf turned, blue velvet tunic shining softly in
the sun, and looked at his companion.
She glared at him in displeasure, "Were you listening to me? Apparently not." She
brushed him off and turned back to face the center of the council, where Gandalf the Gray,
known to all in Rivendell, was introducing a young halfling to the people gathered to discuss
what was to become of the Ring.
Her eyes followed Elrond's every movement, but she was not taking in all that she saw, the
soldier in her not completely awoken.
Trieze watched this struggle in her, amused.
The lady had two faces. Two sides.
He stopped his musings as Elrond spoke, "Here, my friends, is the hobbit, Frodo son of
Drogo. Few have ever come hither through greater peril or on an errand more urgent."
He continued speaking, announcing the names of those summoned, introducing even the
counselors of his own house, among them Trieze and Lady Une, both of a high enough
position to be involved in the council, when many others were left out.
It was an honor, to see the lives of many being decided for them.
The talk continued, various people telling what they knew of the ring and it's maker, the Dark
Lord Sauron. Various people, who knew various parts of the same story.
Trieze listened, deep in thought but paying close attention to every word said.
As he listened, he smiled. He knew already why they had called so many to such an urgent
gathering. They were going to decide which of the many paths the future would take.
To the west and the ocean, to the north and battle, or to the east and destruction.
He looked at the elf standing next to him, the only female in the council. She was watching
with a detached, cold interest.
Not the interest of a lady, but of a soldier.
Trieze smiled, understanding each person's part to play in this deadly game of decisions,
including hers and his own.
"Every word, every thought will affect what happens to this land."
Lady Une looked up, startled. "What was that, Trieze?"
He gave a peaceful smile. "War, my lady. I believe we are on the brink of it."
She stared at him, taken aback at his calm demeanor, then turned and looked back at the
speaking form of Glóin.
Watching her observe the dwarf, he slowly took his attention off the council, and onto her.
Her hair, harshly pulled back from her elegant face was a light shade of brown, her eyes a
stern gray. She was now taking in every word said, her muscles taunt and eyes narrowed
as she calculated every possibility with the experience of a true fighter.
Suddenly, the image flickered and disappeared, leaving a different vision.
This lady, although her hair was indeed pulled back and her eyes the same tone of gray,
was changed. Her eyes, which seemed to shine with their own light, were softer. Her hair
less harsh and more delicately placed and twisted into a complex bun. Her face seemed
calmer, and though it did not grow in beauty, it now held a strange shimmer that was lost to
the tense dignity it previously possessed.
The one thing that remained unchanged was her gown.
The early morning light reflected off the silver lining of it, the garment itself was a deep
crimson, both the color of fresh blood and a rose in bloom.
War and peace.
Lady Une's two sides.
Which side he would see was to be determined by the outcome of this council.
"Lady," He murmured, reaching out and touching her arm, "They have assembled the
actors. Let the play begin."
***
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