Summary: If you read the first chp. you know the story
Rating: Pg-13 for language and other stuff
Alternative Rating: R for random
Take Control
Chp.3: Fates
'Others have run away from their true fates,' the words spun through his head over and over. He once again caught himself looking into the water. He had done this himself, no he had not, well yes. He replayed the scene in his mind. 'Promise me my son you will not go to Valinor, you will stay and claim the throne at my death,' his father had asked this of him some years before. "Of course father," he answered now, but it was too late. He had sailed across the sea and left his father and his kingdom behind. He had runaway just as Elrond said.
The surface of the water was disturbed. Rings were spreading through the water distorting the image of him and his surroundings. Everything he had ever done wrong in his life spilled out of him in tears. Thousands of ripples were in the water, 'What did I do to deserve this. Why do I cry like this I am an elf, I am strong. Elves hide their true feelings, where is my mask that hides who I truly am, where' he thought.
He was interrupted by a female voice, "Why do you cry, Eäráng? From what I have heard we elves do not need to cry. That we hide our true emotions."
"We do, I mean we are supposed to. How do you know my name?" he answered.
"I was at the council."
"Is it over already?" he wondered, "maybe I should have stayed."
"If you had not said what you did we would still be there, however I would rather still be there than have the knowledge of what I have to do," she said quietly.
"And what is that?" he asked this even though he knew the answer already.
"I must carry the Ring to Mordor and I do not know who will come with me."
"You are the outsider, I can not help you," he said almost sadly. Without once taking his eyes a way from the water. He heard her walk away up the steps to be alone. Just as he was now, and only then did he realize how much he hated it. He was always alone, even when there was someone there.
"Eldar, come forth," Elrond commanded. She came forward. "You will journey to Mordor with nine companions just as it happened long ago. Gandalf, come forth. You shall guide her to Mordor. King Aragorn, and Prince Eldarian shall be the two men to accompany you. Your friend Frodo, Drigger Dol, and Merry shall be the Hobbits. Gilith shall be the dwarf, and Eäráng you shall be the Elf."
"There is already an elf, an outsider at that. Why would you need me?" he asked not wanting to go on a journey with people he could not trust.
"You said earlier you would go on this journey with whomever, was to go. She is going, and also is the Hobbit you will have to go and your words," Elrond said.
"Fine I will go, whether it be against my will or not," he said, "When do we leave?"
"As soon as you can. Eldar, do you have any weapons?" Elrond answered.
"No," she said quietly not wanting anyone to hear.
"Follow me," he commanded. She followed him to the Hall of Remembrance.
They entered the Hall and went to a secret chamber that only Elrond, would have known of.
"These were once King Thranduil's, to be given to Prince Legolas, but he sailed away. You shall be given the responsibility of caring for them."
"Thank you, Lord Elrond," Eldar said, bowing. She took the bow and tested the string. It was strong this, this bow could shoot an arrow far. She picked up the two blades.
"Those blades are known as Exar and Thestas, the blades of Relathis himself," said Elrond admiring the skillfully crafted blades.
"I have never used any Blades before, but I can shoot a bow. So these would prove useless to me," she said sadly.
"I will have an elf teach you, someone good with a blade. Now who shall it be?" Elrond pondered, "Maybe Glorfindel."
"What about Eäráng, I am sure he would be happy to do it," said a voice in a dark corner.
"Eäráng is that you?" Elrond asked.
"Of course it is me," he said as if that was a stupid question, he continued, "If she is to be trusted with such a noble gift she might as well have the skills to use. I myself am quite skilled with knifes."
"Fine, you shall start immediately," said Elrond satisfied. He walked out of the room, not even stopping to ponder how Eäráng new where the room was.
"What are you up to? A few minutes ago you refused to journey with us just because of me. And now you say you want to help me out," she said trying not to get killed by this strange elf she knew she knew from somewhere.
"My reasons for helping me are my own. Now do you want to learn or not?" he said irritated she asked these questions.
"Fine," she answered. They walked out together, heading towards the training ground.
When they arrived Eäráng said, "You hold your knifes like this." He took his knifes and held them. "It is simple enough." Eldar held the knifes in the way shown.
They went through a few simple drills, which Eldar failed at miserably. She might say that she was distracted with her mind somewhere else. But she was not watching the blond elf twirling and stabbing.
"Maybe if you paid attention, you would actually get it right," Eäráng said half-laughing. But even after she started paying attention she still failed miserably.
Eäráng felt something he hadn't in a while. He felt happy. Happy watching this Other-Realmer trying to do these simple steps, and always failing.
After awhile they parted. Eäráng went to find Gandalf, while Eldar searched for solitude off in the forest.
"Gandalf, how did she get what I have worked for all of life? Why do they torment me by giving it away to someone who won't be able to use them like they should be," said Eäráng, not able to hide his anger.
"Because you ran away, my friend. And everyone thinks you are gone, and you are afraid to come back fearing having to claim the throne."
"I couldn't do it. Locked up like a king all day. I can not change like Aragorn did to fit that lifestyle. My heart must be free."
"That is not my decision, it is yours. Do what you will, I cannot ask for more." Gandalf stood up and left to go to his room.
As he did this Aragorn and Eldarian approached. "Elf," the king said. Eäráng lifted his eyes to meet the kings, showing that this man was nothing special here. They stared at each other, Grey eyes looking into blue. Those blue eyes, so cold, so heartless. You could see nothing in them, as the king had planned to. There was only one other pair of eyes that could do that, only one that could make him flinch away like that.
"Legolas?" he asked hoping that it was his old friend.
"No, Legolas sailed across the sea years ago, and to my knowledge is still there. However, I knew him. He was a good friend when we were young. I miss him dearly. Yes we look a like, even his father had us confused sometimes. He would sometimes hurry him off and lead my back to the castle," he laughed trying to make it more believable.
"A friend of his is a friend of mine," he said putting out his hand.
"That is nice, but you are no friend of mine. Sorry," he said lying once again, he was not sorry. His eyes still cold and unreadable. He got up and went off into the woods. Alone once more.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews from kedavra997 and Tonksinater, and yes Eldar is so cool and I will take time to explain in btw. one of the chp. However I won't post another chp. until I get 3 more reviews (at the least). Also much thx to Tonksinater for helping write the next chp. :-)