Author's Note: Alright, there were some people telling me my faults in
previews on my other stories. One including facts, and another about elvish
names. I thank you all very much, because I'm not that good on my Lord of
the Rings IQ but I just wanted to make an announcement. I'm going to keep
using my generated names, but I am definitely going to try to take one of
those Elvish Lesson thingies. I'll try to check my facts before I post them
in a story, and please keep reviewing and telling me everything I'm doing
wrong, (in a nice way, please, if you don't mind!)
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The rough pages of parchment were warm beneath my fingers; I had been clutching them so hard I'm surprised they're still intact. I was eating the book up, word by word, sentence by sentence, page by page. I was so engulfed I didn't even realize someone had come in.
"So," the voice said. It was a woman's; she didn't seem much older than me. You can never tell with elves though. "I see someone else has discovered my reading chair." She said. I looked up, there were shelves of books all around and was a very odd room for Rivendell. The lady was clad in normal, beautiful elvish clothing. It seemed a little less feminine than what some of the women of Rivendell wore.
"I suppose I have." I replied calmly, the woman looked nice enough, "Do you need it? If so, I would be glad to move, but this book is very interesting, and I would like to get back to my reading."
"No," said the lady, picking up various books, flipping through them and putting them back. "I was just looking for a book."
"Okay, I will let you go with that, then." I said, and pretended to continue reading my book. I couldn't concentrate anymore now, that's usually why I read in private. If there's someone else around, I loose my attention. About two minutes later, I was still not concentrating and lightly shut my book and set it on my lap. I peered at the woman for a little. She was looking through all the books about the different races of Middle Earth. She seemed extremely interested in the one or two about hobbits.
"Did you hear that four hobbits just arrived here not to long ago?" I asked her, I had heard it from one of the stable hands, who took in their pony. Three of them came with the ranger, Aragorn. I will always remember him as the little adventurous boy who wreaked havoc upon all of Rivendell. He tamed down a bit when he got older.
"No," the lady said, now seeming interested. "That's curious."
"Yes, very." I replied getting a little excited now, "One was stabbed on Weathertop by one of the Nazgul. Lady Arwen found them with three others and that ranger, Aragorn. She brought him here for healing, and the Nazgul followed them the whole way. Aragorn arrived with the other three a night or so later. I heard that the one they stabbed, was carrying the One Ring."
"The One Ring?" the woman said, now completely swallowed up by our conversation.
"Yes, they are having a council tomorrow morning, to form a brethren, to destroy the ring." The lady was looking at me now, "We should go."
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The rough pages of parchment were warm beneath my fingers; I had been clutching them so hard I'm surprised they're still intact. I was eating the book up, word by word, sentence by sentence, page by page. I was so engulfed I didn't even realize someone had come in.
"So," the voice said. It was a woman's; she didn't seem much older than me. You can never tell with elves though. "I see someone else has discovered my reading chair." She said. I looked up, there were shelves of books all around and was a very odd room for Rivendell. The lady was clad in normal, beautiful elvish clothing. It seemed a little less feminine than what some of the women of Rivendell wore.
"I suppose I have." I replied calmly, the woman looked nice enough, "Do you need it? If so, I would be glad to move, but this book is very interesting, and I would like to get back to my reading."
"No," said the lady, picking up various books, flipping through them and putting them back. "I was just looking for a book."
"Okay, I will let you go with that, then." I said, and pretended to continue reading my book. I couldn't concentrate anymore now, that's usually why I read in private. If there's someone else around, I loose my attention. About two minutes later, I was still not concentrating and lightly shut my book and set it on my lap. I peered at the woman for a little. She was looking through all the books about the different races of Middle Earth. She seemed extremely interested in the one or two about hobbits.
"Did you hear that four hobbits just arrived here not to long ago?" I asked her, I had heard it from one of the stable hands, who took in their pony. Three of them came with the ranger, Aragorn. I will always remember him as the little adventurous boy who wreaked havoc upon all of Rivendell. He tamed down a bit when he got older.
"No," the lady said, now seeming interested. "That's curious."
"Yes, very." I replied getting a little excited now, "One was stabbed on Weathertop by one of the Nazgul. Lady Arwen found them with three others and that ranger, Aragorn. She brought him here for healing, and the Nazgul followed them the whole way. Aragorn arrived with the other three a night or so later. I heard that the one they stabbed, was carrying the One Ring."
"The One Ring?" the woman said, now completely swallowed up by our conversation.
"Yes, they are having a council tomorrow morning, to form a brethren, to destroy the ring." The lady was looking at me now, "We should go."