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The next morning, Jèanna woke up confused. She realized she was in her bed and sun was pouring in from the window. The door was open and a figure loomed in the doorway. Dismayed, Jèanna sat up and said, "Man lo en?" (Who is there?).
The figure replied in the common tongue, "You must get ready, you will be departing soon, as will the Fellowship!" It was an elf, who was sent by Galadriel. She quickly withdrew from the room as Jèanna sat up in bed.
Her hair, although she was an elf, was in a matted mess. She got out of bed and put a pastel pink-colored silk dress on. Jèanna tied it and went to the mirror to comb her hair. Luckily, it easily came undone and resumed it's place flowing over her shoulders. She sighed at her reflection as she headed towards the door. She suddenly stopped as footsteps approached. Still wary of being awakened, she grabbed a vase and held it in front of her for protection. The door opened cautiously and a hand came across the doorway. Jèanna sighed as she realized that it was Aragorn. "Come in," she said to his hand. He finally did.
Aragorn looked at her awkwardly s she looked down at the vase in her hands. She smiled as she set it down on the nearest table. She was feeling lightheaded, but she didn't show it. She felt feverish and a pounding headache enveloped her mind. Aragorn watched her intently as he sat down on one of the chairs. "Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yes," she replied. "I'm fine, but I really don't feel like traveling today." She said this last sentence with a dull tone in her voice. He looked at her oddly as she finished. She falsified a smile as she curtsied to him. "Good-day to you, sir!" Jèanna said as she began to exit the room.
"Jèannalay," Aragorn began. "What are you acting for? You are not yourself this morning." She turned to face Aragorn, whose face was sternly set.
"Oh, but I am myself!" Jèanna replied holding back her frustration. She hated being called by her actual name. "I am a high elf, and high elves act like this. I've decided to take a much larger role in my father's land since he has decided to leave me..." She paused. "...alone." Jèanna looked at Aragorn, his face was saddened.
"There is nothing I can do−" Aragorn began, but Jèanna had left the room in frustration. He could hear her footsteps echo through the empty halls.
Finding a dim hallway, Jèanna leaned her right shoulder on one of the walls. She clasped her forehead with her left hand. Underneath her hand, her head felt like it was on fire. She felt dizzy. Still using the wall for support, she slowly made her way to a chair that was right next to a closed doorway. Intent upon not being disturbed, Jèanna promptly sat down in the chair, still clasping her forehead.
As soon as she was settled, the vast doors opened, and Legolas emerged. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, Jèanna let her hand fall to her lap as she straightened her posture. His blue eyes pierced her gaze.
"Vanima wende," he began to say, "kai lya uu lende ar yan ma?" (Fair Maiden, will you not come and join us?)
"Malli," replied Jèanna (Gladly).
Legolas held out his hand to better steady her as she gladly took it. Entering the hall, the entire Fellowship was seated at a golden table. Celeborn and Galadriel were not present.
Legolas guided her to the table as he sat down in his own seat. The only ones who were not there (besides Celeborn and Galadriel) were Kristal and Glortari. Although they were missing, only one chair was left, so Jèanna sat down in it.
She was sitting at the far corner of the table. No one was sitting on her left, but Aragorn was sitting on her right. Jèanna did not want to be in the dining hall. She wasn't even hungry.
Not wanting to speak with anyone, mainly Aragorn, Jèanna stared intently upon her plate. She began to feel light-headed. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. Her skin became paler with every minute. Her breathing became short gasps of breath.
She couldn't take anymore. Jèanna forced herself to back into her chair, her hands clasping the armrests firmly, her eyes closed, her head tilted slightly backwards.
Jèanna stayed in this particular position until the elves came with the food. No one noticed how deathly sick Jèanna looked, except Aragorn.
~â¼Aragorn POVâ¼~
He felt awkward having to sit next to her after she had stormed out of the room. He tried not to look at her, for fear that he would sadden her even more than he already had.
Finally, Aragorn looked at Jèanna. She looked dreadfully pale. Her eyes were closed bloodshot, she was sweating amply.
When she leaned back in her chair, Aragorn noticed how short her breaths were as she closed her eyes tightly. He watched her for what seemed like an eternity. He could take it no longer.
As he was about to ask her how she felt, the elves came with food. Her eyes shot open, they were no longer bloodshot. Her skin was still damp, but her breathing was normal. She relaxed in her chair. She was fine.
~Jèanna~
*Why does this happen?* Jèanna thought. A few moments ago, she felt sick to her stomach, but now she felt fine.
An elf set food down in front of her. Jèanna took small portions of everything, When she finished, she excused herself from the table and left the hall. Little did she know that Aragorn was following her out...
The next morning, Jèanna woke up confused. She realized she was in her bed and sun was pouring in from the window. The door was open and a figure loomed in the doorway. Dismayed, Jèanna sat up and said, "Man lo en?" (Who is there?).
The figure replied in the common tongue, "You must get ready, you will be departing soon, as will the Fellowship!" It was an elf, who was sent by Galadriel. She quickly withdrew from the room as Jèanna sat up in bed.
Her hair, although she was an elf, was in a matted mess. She got out of bed and put a pastel pink-colored silk dress on. Jèanna tied it and went to the mirror to comb her hair. Luckily, it easily came undone and resumed it's place flowing over her shoulders. She sighed at her reflection as she headed towards the door. She suddenly stopped as footsteps approached. Still wary of being awakened, she grabbed a vase and held it in front of her for protection. The door opened cautiously and a hand came across the doorway. Jèanna sighed as she realized that it was Aragorn. "Come in," she said to his hand. He finally did.
Aragorn looked at her awkwardly s she looked down at the vase in her hands. She smiled as she set it down on the nearest table. She was feeling lightheaded, but she didn't show it. She felt feverish and a pounding headache enveloped her mind. Aragorn watched her intently as he sat down on one of the chairs. "Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yes," she replied. "I'm fine, but I really don't feel like traveling today." She said this last sentence with a dull tone in her voice. He looked at her oddly as she finished. She falsified a smile as she curtsied to him. "Good-day to you, sir!" Jèanna said as she began to exit the room.
"Jèannalay," Aragorn began. "What are you acting for? You are not yourself this morning." She turned to face Aragorn, whose face was sternly set.
"Oh, but I am myself!" Jèanna replied holding back her frustration. She hated being called by her actual name. "I am a high elf, and high elves act like this. I've decided to take a much larger role in my father's land since he has decided to leave me..." She paused. "...alone." Jèanna looked at Aragorn, his face was saddened.
"There is nothing I can do−" Aragorn began, but Jèanna had left the room in frustration. He could hear her footsteps echo through the empty halls.
Finding a dim hallway, Jèanna leaned her right shoulder on one of the walls. She clasped her forehead with her left hand. Underneath her hand, her head felt like it was on fire. She felt dizzy. Still using the wall for support, she slowly made her way to a chair that was right next to a closed doorway. Intent upon not being disturbed, Jèanna promptly sat down in the chair, still clasping her forehead.
As soon as she was settled, the vast doors opened, and Legolas emerged. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, Jèanna let her hand fall to her lap as she straightened her posture. His blue eyes pierced her gaze.
"Vanima wende," he began to say, "kai lya uu lende ar yan ma?" (Fair Maiden, will you not come and join us?)
"Malli," replied Jèanna (Gladly).
Legolas held out his hand to better steady her as she gladly took it. Entering the hall, the entire Fellowship was seated at a golden table. Celeborn and Galadriel were not present.
Legolas guided her to the table as he sat down in his own seat. The only ones who were not there (besides Celeborn and Galadriel) were Kristal and Glortari. Although they were missing, only one chair was left, so Jèanna sat down in it.
She was sitting at the far corner of the table. No one was sitting on her left, but Aragorn was sitting on her right. Jèanna did not want to be in the dining hall. She wasn't even hungry.
Not wanting to speak with anyone, mainly Aragorn, Jèanna stared intently upon her plate. She began to feel light-headed. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. Her skin became paler with every minute. Her breathing became short gasps of breath.
She couldn't take anymore. Jèanna forced herself to back into her chair, her hands clasping the armrests firmly, her eyes closed, her head tilted slightly backwards.
Jèanna stayed in this particular position until the elves came with the food. No one noticed how deathly sick Jèanna looked, except Aragorn.
~â¼Aragorn POVâ¼~
He felt awkward having to sit next to her after she had stormed out of the room. He tried not to look at her, for fear that he would sadden her even more than he already had.
Finally, Aragorn looked at Jèanna. She looked dreadfully pale. Her eyes were closed bloodshot, she was sweating amply.
When she leaned back in her chair, Aragorn noticed how short her breaths were as she closed her eyes tightly. He watched her for what seemed like an eternity. He could take it no longer.
As he was about to ask her how she felt, the elves came with food. Her eyes shot open, they were no longer bloodshot. Her skin was still damp, but her breathing was normal. She relaxed in her chair. She was fine.
~Jèanna~
*Why does this happen?* Jèanna thought. A few moments ago, she felt sick to her stomach, but now she felt fine.
An elf set food down in front of her. Jèanna took small portions of everything, When she finished, she excused herself from the table and left the hall. Little did she know that Aragorn was following her out...