Disclaimer - I am not Tolkien, nor do I wish to be, because if I was Tolkien, I would be "pushing up daisies", if you know what I mean.
A/N - Again, this is a serious fic. Constructive criticism is wanted, and greatly appreciated. Also, all names that you do not recognize were constructed using the back of the Silmarillion, and belong to original characters. My apologies for butchering Sindarin.
My apologies for taking so long to update. I've had Writer's Block, and school's back in. ~_~
Glorfindel must have understood her meaning even if he did not understand her words, for within an hour she was taken before Elrond Peredhel, and tried to converse with him, but to little avail. He, not knowing what language it was she spoke, was able only to communicate with her through signing, which she did not readily understand.
"Elrond," he told her, pointing to himself. This was followed by something unintelligible, then, "Sirion."
Glorfindel also did the same. "Gondolin."
It took her a moment to comprehend, but when she did, how long it had took her seemed almost idiotic. "They're asking where I'm from," she thought to herself. "or at least I think they are. Glorfindel was from Gondolin, and Elrond was from the Havens at Sirion, I think. So they want to know what place I've sprung from. What should I tell them?"
A few moments passed, with Anna lost deep in thought. Finally, she answered with something she hoped was suitable. "My name is Anna," she replied, placing her hand on her chest, as she had done earlier. "I come from Earth."
Elrond and Glorfindel looked at one another and began to converse rapidly in what she thought was elvish, leaving her standing and feeling stupid.
"E-arth?" asked Elrond, after a long bout of conversation.
She nodded, relieved that they had understood at least that much of her speech. "Earth."
"Arda?" implored the lore-master.
She shook her head.
A fleeting look of anxiety crossed his face as he considered her answer. Finally, having nothing to say, he beckoned for her to follow him, down the corridor and into an empty room. Empty, that is, except for a bed and a wardrobe, or what she thought was a wardrobe.
He motioned for her to sit down; then turned and swiftly strode out of the room.
Assuming that he wanted her to stay where she was, Anna did not leave; rather, she waited patiently for him to return. While she waited she thought of how she had come to Arda, and wondered what could have possibly brought her there.
"I was in the woods, trying to help Dad pitch the tent so that he'd be done faster and we could go out on the lake; then I was here. What happened? Did I fall? Did Dad send me here?"
She tried to imagine her father casting some spell to send her into Tolkien's Arda and failed. The thought of a somewhat short, stocky balding man wearing dungarees and a plaid shirt casting a magic spell to send his daughter away was beyond her, and soon had her dissolving in fits of giggles.
A sound not unlike someone clearing their throat calmed her down, and reminded her of where she was.
"Sorry - I tend to laugh a lot, at stupid things. I think it comes from living around my brother too long," she said, then quickly shut her mouth, as she realized that whoever had made the clearing-throat noise could not understand her.
Curious as to who it could have been, she turned to face the door, only to see Elrond Peredhel accompanied by an unfamiliar lady, both of whom were giving her a very odd look.
She chose to ignore their confused stares and instead concentrated on introducing herself to the maiden before her.
Using the method that had worked before, she put her hand on her chest and stated her name. "Anna."
The lady regarded her suspiciously, then turned to Elrond and began to chatter away in Sindarin or Westron; which on Anna could not be sure, as she did not speak either of them.
Elrond said something back to her, then nodded at Anna, and back at the maid.
Satisfied with whatever Elrond had told her, the lady turned to face her. "Sîrwen," she said, pointing to herself.
Anna smiled weakly. "Lovely," she thought. "I've been assigned a babysitter. Maybe she'll teach me the language . . ."
This thought was forgotten as Sîrwen soon took her by the hand and led her to another room, where she was forced to wash her face and hands. She regarded this without much surprise, as she was absolutely covered in dirt from head to toe. The day's earlier wanderings in the woods had left her filthy.
It was not a week later, with Anna knowing a few words in both elvish and Westron, having been exposed to them almost constantly during the past few days, that the hobbits arrived. It did not surprise her. Glorfindel had ridden out almost two weeks earlier, and Gandalf had arrived shortly thereafter. Being the Tolkien geek that she was, she had known what to expect.
"The Periannath," she whispered to herself, tucking the elvish word away in her mind. "The hobbits. Frodo is coming. The Council of Elrond will be held soon."
Sîrwen, who was walking close behind her, keeping an eye on her charge as she wandered the paths laid out in the gardens, gave her a curious look, then reprimanded her for speaking in English.
"Westron," the elf-maiden told her, in a firm voice. "Westron."
Anna managed to look abashed, and muttered a quick apology before turning her thoughts back to the matter at hand. The Council of Elrond would be held soon, and she, for one, had no interest in going. What was the use, if she did not understand what they said? What help could she possibly be? She had read the books, and knew the outcome, but she did not dare change the story; did not dare tell the characters within what would happen to them.
Little did she know what would soon become of her, and how she soon would have a part to play in the events at hand.
Sîrwen - River Maiden. It was all I could come up with on short notice.
A/N - Yes, it's a cliff-hanger, and yes, I know it's going to be a few days before I update. Please don't tell me how rude I'm being; I know it well. ~-~
Please tell me of any mistakes that you saw in canon, any spelling or usage mistakes, etc. Also, please feel free to tell me what you *didn't* like. Thank you.
Reviewer notes: (If any of the previous reviewers are still checking for updates on this)
Saber Apricot - I'm trying to *not* make this a Mary Sue, but thank you for reviewing anyway. Feel free to e-mail me if you would like any help with your fan fic. :o)
Yuhi - Sorry to disappoint you; it's another short chapter. Feel free to throw stuff at me until I write longer ones!
Stryph8's piss-toll - Thanks for your kind review . . . then again, you're my friend, so you're forced to like my work anyway. Hmm.
Huinesoron - Yes, I know. Shocking, isn't it? Thanks for reviewing - and for putting me on your favorites list. I feel loved. ;-)
A/N - Again, this is a serious fic. Constructive criticism is wanted, and greatly appreciated. Also, all names that you do not recognize were constructed using the back of the Silmarillion, and belong to original characters. My apologies for butchering Sindarin.
My apologies for taking so long to update. I've had Writer's Block, and school's back in. ~_~
Glorfindel must have understood her meaning even if he did not understand her words, for within an hour she was taken before Elrond Peredhel, and tried to converse with him, but to little avail. He, not knowing what language it was she spoke, was able only to communicate with her through signing, which she did not readily understand.
"Elrond," he told her, pointing to himself. This was followed by something unintelligible, then, "Sirion."
Glorfindel also did the same. "Gondolin."
It took her a moment to comprehend, but when she did, how long it had took her seemed almost idiotic. "They're asking where I'm from," she thought to herself. "or at least I think they are. Glorfindel was from Gondolin, and Elrond was from the Havens at Sirion, I think. So they want to know what place I've sprung from. What should I tell them?"
A few moments passed, with Anna lost deep in thought. Finally, she answered with something she hoped was suitable. "My name is Anna," she replied, placing her hand on her chest, as she had done earlier. "I come from Earth."
Elrond and Glorfindel looked at one another and began to converse rapidly in what she thought was elvish, leaving her standing and feeling stupid.
"E-arth?" asked Elrond, after a long bout of conversation.
She nodded, relieved that they had understood at least that much of her speech. "Earth."
"Arda?" implored the lore-master.
She shook her head.
A fleeting look of anxiety crossed his face as he considered her answer. Finally, having nothing to say, he beckoned for her to follow him, down the corridor and into an empty room. Empty, that is, except for a bed and a wardrobe, or what she thought was a wardrobe.
He motioned for her to sit down; then turned and swiftly strode out of the room.
Assuming that he wanted her to stay where she was, Anna did not leave; rather, she waited patiently for him to return. While she waited she thought of how she had come to Arda, and wondered what could have possibly brought her there.
"I was in the woods, trying to help Dad pitch the tent so that he'd be done faster and we could go out on the lake; then I was here. What happened? Did I fall? Did Dad send me here?"
She tried to imagine her father casting some spell to send her into Tolkien's Arda and failed. The thought of a somewhat short, stocky balding man wearing dungarees and a plaid shirt casting a magic spell to send his daughter away was beyond her, and soon had her dissolving in fits of giggles.
A sound not unlike someone clearing their throat calmed her down, and reminded her of where she was.
"Sorry - I tend to laugh a lot, at stupid things. I think it comes from living around my brother too long," she said, then quickly shut her mouth, as she realized that whoever had made the clearing-throat noise could not understand her.
Curious as to who it could have been, she turned to face the door, only to see Elrond Peredhel accompanied by an unfamiliar lady, both of whom were giving her a very odd look.
She chose to ignore their confused stares and instead concentrated on introducing herself to the maiden before her.
Using the method that had worked before, she put her hand on her chest and stated her name. "Anna."
The lady regarded her suspiciously, then turned to Elrond and began to chatter away in Sindarin or Westron; which on Anna could not be sure, as she did not speak either of them.
Elrond said something back to her, then nodded at Anna, and back at the maid.
Satisfied with whatever Elrond had told her, the lady turned to face her. "Sîrwen," she said, pointing to herself.
Anna smiled weakly. "Lovely," she thought. "I've been assigned a babysitter. Maybe she'll teach me the language . . ."
This thought was forgotten as Sîrwen soon took her by the hand and led her to another room, where she was forced to wash her face and hands. She regarded this without much surprise, as she was absolutely covered in dirt from head to toe. The day's earlier wanderings in the woods had left her filthy.
It was not a week later, with Anna knowing a few words in both elvish and Westron, having been exposed to them almost constantly during the past few days, that the hobbits arrived. It did not surprise her. Glorfindel had ridden out almost two weeks earlier, and Gandalf had arrived shortly thereafter. Being the Tolkien geek that she was, she had known what to expect.
"The Periannath," she whispered to herself, tucking the elvish word away in her mind. "The hobbits. Frodo is coming. The Council of Elrond will be held soon."
Sîrwen, who was walking close behind her, keeping an eye on her charge as she wandered the paths laid out in the gardens, gave her a curious look, then reprimanded her for speaking in English.
"Westron," the elf-maiden told her, in a firm voice. "Westron."
Anna managed to look abashed, and muttered a quick apology before turning her thoughts back to the matter at hand. The Council of Elrond would be held soon, and she, for one, had no interest in going. What was the use, if she did not understand what they said? What help could she possibly be? She had read the books, and knew the outcome, but she did not dare change the story; did not dare tell the characters within what would happen to them.
Little did she know what would soon become of her, and how she soon would have a part to play in the events at hand.
Sîrwen - River Maiden. It was all I could come up with on short notice.
A/N - Yes, it's a cliff-hanger, and yes, I know it's going to be a few days before I update. Please don't tell me how rude I'm being; I know it well. ~-~
Please tell me of any mistakes that you saw in canon, any spelling or usage mistakes, etc. Also, please feel free to tell me what you *didn't* like. Thank you.
Reviewer notes: (If any of the previous reviewers are still checking for updates on this)
Saber Apricot - I'm trying to *not* make this a Mary Sue, but thank you for reviewing anyway. Feel free to e-mail me if you would like any help with your fan fic. :o)
Yuhi - Sorry to disappoint you; it's another short chapter. Feel free to throw stuff at me until I write longer ones!
Stryph8's piss-toll - Thanks for your kind review . . . then again, you're my friend, so you're forced to like my work anyway. Hmm.
Huinesoron - Yes, I know. Shocking, isn't it? Thanks for reviewing - and for putting me on your favorites list. I feel loved. ;-)