A/N: To reader(): Okay, I don't know if this is a good, believable
answer, but I'll try and see if you like it! Okay, the stable hand was a
childhood friend of Aragorn, and Aragorn really trusted him. So, he told
him everything. Tanlaithwen and the stable hand are really good friends
(maybe something more? You'll find out later ;D) and he told her everything
that Aragorn told him.
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"Go?" the woman asked, "To the council?"
"Yes! I can tell you're a good fighter. You have the right build."
"Well, let me introduce myself first. I'm Eámanë." She outstretched her hand.
"Tanlaithwen," I said, and shook her hand, "Nice to meet you."
"So, when is this council?" Eámanë asked.
"That's the only problem, I'm not sure." I said, the feeling of disappointment washing over me once more. "I've asked the stable hand, but he doesn't know either."
"Then there's only one thing you can do."
"What?" I asked, hoping it was a good plan.
"Go to Elrond."
"Elrond?" I said, remembering my last encounter with him. "Well...I..."
"He'll hear you out." That was true, he always listens to everyone, he just doesn't always agree.
I took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll do it."
"Good."
"On one condition."
"What?"
"You'll come with me." She was silent, "You don't have to say anything. I just want you there."
"Okay."
I slowly walked into Elrond's presence. He was staring at me with a cold, hard look. I remembered again our last meeting. Eámanë was slowly trailing behind me, and she stopped a few feet behind me. I took a deep breath.
"Good day, Lord Elrond." I said, knowing he was probably remembering our last meeting also. He nodded, showing no emotion. "My friend and I," I continued, a little shakily, "We wanted to know when you are holding the council for The Ring."
I knew it was a bad idea coming here.
Elrond's face grew red with anger, and if I didn't know better, I would have thought I just insulted his mother. Even though he looked angry, his voice was still unnaturally calm. "That was a secret matter, and no one was supposed to know except those invited. How did you find out?"
I thought of the kind stable hand, his fair face was floating around in my head. I remembered how he coaxed the rampaging horse into calmness while I watched him. I didn't know how Elrond would punish him, but I didn't want him to.
"I can't tell you that."
"I believe you are in every way capable of telling me."
"No, I am not. You can punish me for knowing, but I will not let you punish my friend." Elrond's look turned to stone.
"In three day's time. At noon."
"Thank you." I said, and left the room. Eámanë glanced at me, and then at Elrond, and followed me out of the room.
"You two aren't on the best terms are you?" She asked me once the door was shut.
"No, not at all."
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"Go?" the woman asked, "To the council?"
"Yes! I can tell you're a good fighter. You have the right build."
"Well, let me introduce myself first. I'm Eámanë." She outstretched her hand.
"Tanlaithwen," I said, and shook her hand, "Nice to meet you."
"So, when is this council?" Eámanë asked.
"That's the only problem, I'm not sure." I said, the feeling of disappointment washing over me once more. "I've asked the stable hand, but he doesn't know either."
"Then there's only one thing you can do."
"What?" I asked, hoping it was a good plan.
"Go to Elrond."
"Elrond?" I said, remembering my last encounter with him. "Well...I..."
"He'll hear you out." That was true, he always listens to everyone, he just doesn't always agree.
I took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll do it."
"Good."
"On one condition."
"What?"
"You'll come with me." She was silent, "You don't have to say anything. I just want you there."
"Okay."
I slowly walked into Elrond's presence. He was staring at me with a cold, hard look. I remembered again our last meeting. Eámanë was slowly trailing behind me, and she stopped a few feet behind me. I took a deep breath.
"Good day, Lord Elrond." I said, knowing he was probably remembering our last meeting also. He nodded, showing no emotion. "My friend and I," I continued, a little shakily, "We wanted to know when you are holding the council for The Ring."
I knew it was a bad idea coming here.
Elrond's face grew red with anger, and if I didn't know better, I would have thought I just insulted his mother. Even though he looked angry, his voice was still unnaturally calm. "That was a secret matter, and no one was supposed to know except those invited. How did you find out?"
I thought of the kind stable hand, his fair face was floating around in my head. I remembered how he coaxed the rampaging horse into calmness while I watched him. I didn't know how Elrond would punish him, but I didn't want him to.
"I can't tell you that."
"I believe you are in every way capable of telling me."
"No, I am not. You can punish me for knowing, but I will not let you punish my friend." Elrond's look turned to stone.
"In three day's time. At noon."
"Thank you." I said, and left the room. Eámanë glanced at me, and then at Elrond, and followed me out of the room.
"You two aren't on the best terms are you?" She asked me once the door was shut.
"No, not at all."