Angel
Chapter 17: Reflection
AN: Yes, that 'you think I'm gorgeous, you want to date me' bit below is from Miss Congeniality, and no I don't own it! I am broke, don't sue me! I own nothing except Tersa! Eeeee!! *Hides* Please don't hurt me for taking so long to post! I sorry! And as always, thank you for the reviews, much appreciated.^^
Tersa sighed, standing on one of the many balconies of Rivendell, looking out over the pristine waterfalls and gardens. She'd been there most of the day, thinking, not even coming out of her room for meals.
"Tersa?"
…Hence why Sam had come to look for her.
"Yes Sam?" Tersa sighed tiredly.
"What's wrong? I haven't seen you all day." Sam said from the doorway of Tersa's room. "We've missed you. Sarcasm seems to be the only thing that makes elves even smirk around here."
"I'm not in the mood to be around anyone is all." Tersa replied with a shrug, still not turning around. "I am not quite myself, I suppose."
"Then who are you?" Sam asked, looking a bit confused. "You look like the same kind, strange, artistic Tersa I've always known from here."
"If I told you who I think I am, would you believe me?" Tersa asked, turning around and looking at him sadly. "I don't even believe myself anymore… I just feel so different Sam… I feel sort of detached. We almost lost Frodo, and then it just hit me. If he dies… if he fails… we're all as good as dead. The entire Middle Earth is as good as gone. Nothing will be left." She turned back to the horizon, where the sun was now setting and squinted. "I wanted to come with you so much… and now I just want to go home."
"You're not the only one." Sam said glumly. "I want to go home too. After all, we got the ring to Rivendell, but of course, that's not enough, we get to travel all the way to Mordor, which sounds very cheery from what Boromir described it as."
"I wouldn't know, I wasn't invited to the happy little council that took place today."
"That never stopped you before." Sam grinned. "And besides, Merry and Pippin reserved you a place in the fellowship, much to the dismay of the other, taller people."
Tersa couldn't help but laugh. "They have enough trouble with Merry and Pip I'm guessing."
"Something like that." Sam walked over to the balcony and stood next to her, looking out over the greenery. "Tersa?"
"Hm?"
"If I were to tell you that I fancied you, what would you do?"
"Fall off the balcony in shock and probably break my neck. Why do you ask?"
"Merry told me to ask you that."
"I don't beeeelieeeeve you."
"What?!"
"You think I'm gooooooorgeous, you want to date meeeeee…"
"What?!!!! I never said that!" Sam exclaimed as Tersa started dancing around, continuing to sing.
Tersa pretended to look heartbroken. "You… don't? Oh the pain!" Tersa fell to the floor in mock-agony as Merry, Pippin, and Frodo walked in, followed by the other, rather irritated looking, members of the Fellowship.
"Have you quite succeeded in finding Tersa yet Samwise Gamgee, or are we going to have to wait another hour?" Gandalf said, narrowing his eyes.
"No! I'm here!" Tersa chirped, hopping up off the ground with a wave. "Hi everyone I don't know!"
"Save your energy, you're going to need it later. To the Great Hall!" Gandalf said, starting off towards the Great Hall, the Fellowship following behind him.
"I have called this meeting to prepare you to leave out the day after tomorrow at first light." Elrond said, spreading a large map of the Middle Earth on the end of the table that the Fellowship was clustered around. The Great Hall was HUGE, and the table seemed big enough to seat all of Rivendell and then some. Moonlight poured in from the roof, and torches flickered on the walls, giving the room a dark, dungeon-like feel. "You will take this map with you and use it as a reference on how to get to Mordor."
"Erm, excuse me, but how are we going to get to Mordor without being caught or killed?" Tersa asked.
"That is up to you." Elrond answered gravely. "If you are caught, it will be your own fault and nothing will prevent it. However, I highly suggest that you do not get caught; as orcs are not very kind to those they take prisoner. You are Tersa, the fifth hobbit coming on this journey, are you not?"
"Y-yes."
"Welcome to the battle. Now, back to business…"
Well, I updated sooner . I know the chapter wasn't as long, I'm sorry about that… my school won't stop giving me homework and it's getting harder and harder to find time to write. Please review, make an author feel needed!