Jèanna stared at the woman in bafflement. "What is your name?!" Jèanna
fumed at her. The woman did not reply. "Oi nes anwai ta atlan?"(Are you
really that stubborn?) Jèanna asked her.
"Laa, e noa nes toi i er ya lo!" She replied. (No, I think you are the one who is!) Jèanna glared at the person.
"If you wish to be that way," Jèanna said, her words edged in venom. "Then I will take you to the Lady, and she can think of a punishment for you!"
The person sighed and said, "Very well, if you would like my name I shall give it to you." She hesitated, but then said, "I am Arcualia. As I said, I am one of the Dúnedain. I wish to see Lady Galadriel."
Jèanna looked at Arcualia, her mouth agape. She thought 'Is this for real or what?' Pondering upon this, she did not notice that Arcualia was pulling out the arrows. As she began to run, Jèanna looked at her, and quickly shot an arrow in her direction, which pinned Arcualia against another tree. Sighing, Jèanna slowly walked over to Arcualia, her steps long and drawn out.
"Do you really think that you could escape me?" Jèanna said to her. "An elf who is an expert archer!" Jèanna laughed a malicious laugh that made Arcualia cringe.
"Do what you want with me," Arcualia said. "But all I came to do is talk to the Lady of the Wood."
"Oh really?" Jèanna said. "Then I will take you to her," Arcualia smiled, "As a prisoner." Jèanna bound Arcualia's hands as Arcualia said, "Are you really going to trust me that I'm not going to run away?"
Jèanna looked at her and gave a smile that seemed out of place. "Do you really think that you can make it back out of the Woods safely again? They are even more protected now that you got through." Jèanna finished tying her hands and she removed the arrow. "You are to follow me, and I don't want you to say anything." Arcualia said nothing as she was told.
As they came to the front of the Hall, Jèanna swung open the doors in triumph. Galadriel and Aragorn came rushing up to her. Glortari stayed behind. Galadriel said to Jèanna, "Great job-"Arcualia cut her off.
"My Lady," she said. Galadriel stared into her. "I have been sent here by the other Dúnedain," Aragorn looked at her, "We have been around here lately and we have seen a small creature roaming around. It was with many of orcs, but it scampered away. We have been trying to look for it, but we have found no such luck. I came to warn you that it might be dangerous.
Jèanna stared at Arcualia, noticing that she looked different in the light. Her black hair was in a matted mess from the wilderness, twigs and leaves were throughout it. Her violet eyes were the only thing that looked malicious about her. Her outfit was stained with orc blood and mud. She carried a few daggers and one large sword. She looked at Jèanna and gave a secretive smile. As Galadriel began to talk to Arcualia, Aragorn pulled Jèanna away and said, "She is one of my kind."
"What?" Jèanna said in dismay.
"She is one of my kind, a person of the Dúnedain. I am too." Aragorn replied.
As Jèanna began to say something, Galadriel came over to them with Arcualia following her. "She is harmless," Galadriel said, referring to Arcualia. "Jèanna, can you show her to the bathing rooms?"
"Yes, my Lady," Jèanna replied. She gave Aragorn a smile and said to Arcualia, "Follow me."
As they exited the hall and were out of earshot, Jeanna said to Arcualia, "I want to apologize for being like that in the Wood, but those were my orders, so I couldn't do anything else. These are rough times coming, and you can never be sure."
"That's quite alright," she replied. "I know you didn't mean it." As they neared the bathing rooms, Jèanna said, "These are the bathing rooms. Everything you need will be in there, even a new outfit." Arcualia thanked her and went inside the rooms.
As Arcualia was in the bathing rooms, Jèanna decided to change back into her outfit. When she reentered the room that she had awoken in, there was a different dress. It was a royal blue satin dress. It looked as though it was encrusted with gems, but when Jèanna touched it, it was really a certain material sewn in with the dress to make it glimmer. The neckline of the dress had bunched up blue satin in the front and in the back was a golden material that shimmered. The dress reached all the way to the ground and had a slight train at the end.
When she emerged, Arcualia looked radiant. She had an elven outfit on that blended with the walls. Her sword and daggers were on her belt. Her black hair was now straight and a few inches below her shoulders. She looked refreshed as she said, "Shall we enter the hall once again?"
As they reentered the hall, Jèanna noticed that it had changed from the light pastel to a golden color. The thrones were in the same spot and Galadriel and Celeborn were sitting in them. On the left side of the room were a few elves singing and some elves were dancing. On the right side, there was a long golden table filled with all different kinds of elven foods. As Jèanna looked at the table, she noticed the only ones that were getting food were Merry and Pippin. Sam and Frodo were talking to the Lord and Lady, as was Boromir, Legolas was talking with Gimli, and Aragorn was wandering around mindlessly. To Jèanna, he seemed joyful and happy. He then walked over to Pippin (as Pippin was stuffing his face) and Merry. Arcualia walked down the steps that they were standing on and joined the rest of the party. Jèanna stayed where she was.
Jèanna then noticed Aragorn looking at her. He waved and she waved back. He had on an elven garment that was silver/grey, much like Celeborn's, and he looked refreshed. He began walking up to her. As he reached her he said, "Ettul ar yan ma."(come out and join us.) Aragorn said. He held out his hand and Jèanna gladly took it. Cascading down the stairs in the light of the hall, she felt like a queen. And walking down next to the heir of Isildur made her feel even better. When they reached the end of the stairs, Jèanna spotted Arcualia among several elves, chatting away. She had just enough time in between words to flash a smile at Jèanna, and Jèanna smiled back. Noticing hardly anything else, Jèanna continued walking towards Galadriel and Celeborn with Aragorn holding her steady.
"Welcome, Jèanna and Aragorn," Galadriel said lightly. Frodo, Sam, and Boromir all stared in disbelief at Jèanna and Aragorn. "I am glad you have made it back safely, Jèanna. We have thrown this party for the Fellowship for they will be departing tomorrow. I hope you will not be too distressed." Galadriel smiled at her. Jèanna forced a smile back. Aragorn said something that Jèanna didn't catch and he turned her away from them all.
Inside, her heart was breaking. She had liked the Fellowship so much, she never wanted them to leave. Aragorn led her towards where the elves were twirling and dancing. As he began to dance with her, she stopped as he lifted up her head to make her look at him. The mysterious smile on his face was gone. He looked worried. "Are you alright?" He asked.
Jèanna looked at him, tears welled up in her eyes. Words escaped her. The only thing she could say was, "I have to go." With that, she pulled away from his securing arms, and ran out into the balcony that overlooked the lake. Aragorn tried to follow her, but Arcualia stopped him, saying, "Let her be alone for a moment." Aragorn stared at Arcualia, puzzlement on his face. "Why?" He asked her.
"Are you blind?" Arcualia said to him. "You are leaving tomorrow and she has fallen in love with you!" Aragorn looked to the balcony, where he saw Jèanna standing alone, the pale moonlight cascading on her. He sighed and gave up, knowing he would just upset her more if he tried to comfort her.
Out upon the balcony, tears flowed freely down Jèanna's pale face. She looked down at the lake and saw how the moon and stars reflected on the surface. She then noticed a small waterfall where there was a basin on a stand. She stopped her crying and noticed that Galadriel was pouring water into the basin. Sam and Frodo were there also. As Jèanna looked upon the sight, someone tapped her shoulder. She turned around and noticed it was a messenger elf holding a letter.
"Here you are," the elf said. With that, the elf left. Letter in hand, Jèanna walked back inside. Aragorn, Glortari, and Arcualia crowded around her.
"Whose it from?" Aragorn asked.
"It's from," Jèanna said, "My father."
"What does it say?" Arcualia asked.
"Dear Jèanna,
I do not want to upset you. I do not wish for you to do anything, but come to the Grey Havens and meet me there. I have decided to go to Aman. My time, the time of the elves is fading away. Soon the whole world will be filled with shadows and monsters of Mordor. I will be leaving two days from whence you get this letter.
Josèhsè."
They all looked at Jèanna as she held the letter in disbelief. "I have to...leave...tomorrow...to reach...him before he...leaves." Jèanna said, trying to control her tears. Aragorn could stand it no longer. He took the letter from out of her hands, and wrapped his arms around her, comfortingly. Jèanna did not try to break free, she couldn't take the pain any longer. No one at the party noticed that there was a small group crowded around two people. Jèanna wept for most of the night in Aragorn's arms.
"Laa, e noa nes toi i er ya lo!" She replied. (No, I think you are the one who is!) Jèanna glared at the person.
"If you wish to be that way," Jèanna said, her words edged in venom. "Then I will take you to the Lady, and she can think of a punishment for you!"
The person sighed and said, "Very well, if you would like my name I shall give it to you." She hesitated, but then said, "I am Arcualia. As I said, I am one of the Dúnedain. I wish to see Lady Galadriel."
Jèanna looked at Arcualia, her mouth agape. She thought 'Is this for real or what?' Pondering upon this, she did not notice that Arcualia was pulling out the arrows. As she began to run, Jèanna looked at her, and quickly shot an arrow in her direction, which pinned Arcualia against another tree. Sighing, Jèanna slowly walked over to Arcualia, her steps long and drawn out.
"Do you really think that you could escape me?" Jèanna said to her. "An elf who is an expert archer!" Jèanna laughed a malicious laugh that made Arcualia cringe.
"Do what you want with me," Arcualia said. "But all I came to do is talk to the Lady of the Wood."
"Oh really?" Jèanna said. "Then I will take you to her," Arcualia smiled, "As a prisoner." Jèanna bound Arcualia's hands as Arcualia said, "Are you really going to trust me that I'm not going to run away?"
Jèanna looked at her and gave a smile that seemed out of place. "Do you really think that you can make it back out of the Woods safely again? They are even more protected now that you got through." Jèanna finished tying her hands and she removed the arrow. "You are to follow me, and I don't want you to say anything." Arcualia said nothing as she was told.
As they came to the front of the Hall, Jèanna swung open the doors in triumph. Galadriel and Aragorn came rushing up to her. Glortari stayed behind. Galadriel said to Jèanna, "Great job-"Arcualia cut her off.
"My Lady," she said. Galadriel stared into her. "I have been sent here by the other Dúnedain," Aragorn looked at her, "We have been around here lately and we have seen a small creature roaming around. It was with many of orcs, but it scampered away. We have been trying to look for it, but we have found no such luck. I came to warn you that it might be dangerous.
Jèanna stared at Arcualia, noticing that she looked different in the light. Her black hair was in a matted mess from the wilderness, twigs and leaves were throughout it. Her violet eyes were the only thing that looked malicious about her. Her outfit was stained with orc blood and mud. She carried a few daggers and one large sword. She looked at Jèanna and gave a secretive smile. As Galadriel began to talk to Arcualia, Aragorn pulled Jèanna away and said, "She is one of my kind."
"What?" Jèanna said in dismay.
"She is one of my kind, a person of the Dúnedain. I am too." Aragorn replied.
As Jèanna began to say something, Galadriel came over to them with Arcualia following her. "She is harmless," Galadriel said, referring to Arcualia. "Jèanna, can you show her to the bathing rooms?"
"Yes, my Lady," Jèanna replied. She gave Aragorn a smile and said to Arcualia, "Follow me."
As they exited the hall and were out of earshot, Jeanna said to Arcualia, "I want to apologize for being like that in the Wood, but those were my orders, so I couldn't do anything else. These are rough times coming, and you can never be sure."
"That's quite alright," she replied. "I know you didn't mean it." As they neared the bathing rooms, Jèanna said, "These are the bathing rooms. Everything you need will be in there, even a new outfit." Arcualia thanked her and went inside the rooms.
As Arcualia was in the bathing rooms, Jèanna decided to change back into her outfit. When she reentered the room that she had awoken in, there was a different dress. It was a royal blue satin dress. It looked as though it was encrusted with gems, but when Jèanna touched it, it was really a certain material sewn in with the dress to make it glimmer. The neckline of the dress had bunched up blue satin in the front and in the back was a golden material that shimmered. The dress reached all the way to the ground and had a slight train at the end.
When she emerged, Arcualia looked radiant. She had an elven outfit on that blended with the walls. Her sword and daggers were on her belt. Her black hair was now straight and a few inches below her shoulders. She looked refreshed as she said, "Shall we enter the hall once again?"
As they reentered the hall, Jèanna noticed that it had changed from the light pastel to a golden color. The thrones were in the same spot and Galadriel and Celeborn were sitting in them. On the left side of the room were a few elves singing and some elves were dancing. On the right side, there was a long golden table filled with all different kinds of elven foods. As Jèanna looked at the table, she noticed the only ones that were getting food were Merry and Pippin. Sam and Frodo were talking to the Lord and Lady, as was Boromir, Legolas was talking with Gimli, and Aragorn was wandering around mindlessly. To Jèanna, he seemed joyful and happy. He then walked over to Pippin (as Pippin was stuffing his face) and Merry. Arcualia walked down the steps that they were standing on and joined the rest of the party. Jèanna stayed where she was.
Jèanna then noticed Aragorn looking at her. He waved and she waved back. He had on an elven garment that was silver/grey, much like Celeborn's, and he looked refreshed. He began walking up to her. As he reached her he said, "Ettul ar yan ma."(come out and join us.) Aragorn said. He held out his hand and Jèanna gladly took it. Cascading down the stairs in the light of the hall, she felt like a queen. And walking down next to the heir of Isildur made her feel even better. When they reached the end of the stairs, Jèanna spotted Arcualia among several elves, chatting away. She had just enough time in between words to flash a smile at Jèanna, and Jèanna smiled back. Noticing hardly anything else, Jèanna continued walking towards Galadriel and Celeborn with Aragorn holding her steady.
"Welcome, Jèanna and Aragorn," Galadriel said lightly. Frodo, Sam, and Boromir all stared in disbelief at Jèanna and Aragorn. "I am glad you have made it back safely, Jèanna. We have thrown this party for the Fellowship for they will be departing tomorrow. I hope you will not be too distressed." Galadriel smiled at her. Jèanna forced a smile back. Aragorn said something that Jèanna didn't catch and he turned her away from them all.
Inside, her heart was breaking. She had liked the Fellowship so much, she never wanted them to leave. Aragorn led her towards where the elves were twirling and dancing. As he began to dance with her, she stopped as he lifted up her head to make her look at him. The mysterious smile on his face was gone. He looked worried. "Are you alright?" He asked.
Jèanna looked at him, tears welled up in her eyes. Words escaped her. The only thing she could say was, "I have to go." With that, she pulled away from his securing arms, and ran out into the balcony that overlooked the lake. Aragorn tried to follow her, but Arcualia stopped him, saying, "Let her be alone for a moment." Aragorn stared at Arcualia, puzzlement on his face. "Why?" He asked her.
"Are you blind?" Arcualia said to him. "You are leaving tomorrow and she has fallen in love with you!" Aragorn looked to the balcony, where he saw Jèanna standing alone, the pale moonlight cascading on her. He sighed and gave up, knowing he would just upset her more if he tried to comfort her.
Out upon the balcony, tears flowed freely down Jèanna's pale face. She looked down at the lake and saw how the moon and stars reflected on the surface. She then noticed a small waterfall where there was a basin on a stand. She stopped her crying and noticed that Galadriel was pouring water into the basin. Sam and Frodo were there also. As Jèanna looked upon the sight, someone tapped her shoulder. She turned around and noticed it was a messenger elf holding a letter.
"Here you are," the elf said. With that, the elf left. Letter in hand, Jèanna walked back inside. Aragorn, Glortari, and Arcualia crowded around her.
"Whose it from?" Aragorn asked.
"It's from," Jèanna said, "My father."
"What does it say?" Arcualia asked.
"Dear Jèanna,
I do not want to upset you. I do not wish for you to do anything, but come to the Grey Havens and meet me there. I have decided to go to Aman. My time, the time of the elves is fading away. Soon the whole world will be filled with shadows and monsters of Mordor. I will be leaving two days from whence you get this letter.
Josèhsè."
They all looked at Jèanna as she held the letter in disbelief. "I have to...leave...tomorrow...to reach...him before he...leaves." Jèanna said, trying to control her tears. Aragorn could stand it no longer. He took the letter from out of her hands, and wrapped his arms around her, comfortingly. Jèanna did not try to break free, she couldn't take the pain any longer. No one at the party noticed that there was a small group crowded around two people. Jèanna wept for most of the night in Aragorn's arms.