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I know it's been a while…and I'm truly sorry. This and that, only having time to read and review one story, school and work. I haven't had the time to sit down and write for…along time! Lol Cindy, thank you for you are now my reason for taking away from my h/w time to write the next chapter.
"My lady," Sephora turned around to look at the entrance to her flet, where a young elfling was standing, slightly nervous. "Lady Galadriel asked for you to be present at the bottom of the great tree." Sephora kept watching him, silently waiting for more. "No, the group has not arrived yet." With that, he bowed and quickly left.
Although Sephora had her time to rest, train and seek the answers she needed from Galadriel, she was still the lost child from Valinor. Her lust for goblin blood had cooled to a sizzling bubble and she could do nothing but wait for the Fellowship to arrive. It should be any day now, for it had passed a night from when they should have arrived. Her skills as a seer could tell exact days when others could only guess the time of month. Sephora was beginning to be very worried for they were taking longer than they should have.
She quietly gathered her sheer overcoat and left her flet to meet the Lady of the Wood.
"They are taking longer than they should my lady." Sephora and the Lady had taken quite a liking towards each other, Sephora because the Galadriel actually believed her and Galadriel because of her curiosity, skills and heritage.
"They will be here in the late afternoon," she whispered with a knowing smile.
Sephora, showing the most excitement she had in her entire time here, smiled a big and bright smile, "You are sure?" Upon Galadriel's nod, Lothlorien heard the quiet, musical laugh of the broken-down mortal.
Sephora listened from high up in the trees, her heart pulsing, as Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn spoke to the Fellowship who had arrived in the heart of the city only minutes before. She could barely contain the excitement she was feeling, her stomach turning into knots as her face flushed a faint pink. There were eight of them; four hobbits, one dwarf, two men and one elf. She knew all of them, their names and history, their place in the fellowship and their future.
She could feel the distress of the group, a pulsing pain. Perhaps, she thought, from the death of Gandalf.
She would wait to present herself. She wanted to jump down there immediately and hurry them towards their next destination. She did not want to wait for them to rest. She had already missed their first encounter with the goblins, and her heart bled with that knowledge.
But she would wait. They were too tired and were not in the right frame of mind to accept a woman joining them. They would have to accept her by the end of this interlude in their journey anyways...and...No. She would wait.
She looked down to hear Galadriel still speaking. "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace." She watched as the fellowship was led away by one of the young elves. One of the men waited behind a little to take up the end. She watched as he looked around, and as if he felt someone's eyes on him, he turned around slowly to look up into the trees and when his green eyes met her silver orbs, she heard him inhale sharply. She panicked for a second, thinking he recognized her, but then realized that could not be it, so she continued to silently watch him until he turned around and disappeared into the foliage after the group.
She climbed down slowly and went back to her flet. She was too excited to sleep. So she paced back and forth in her room trying to decide again if she should go down and introduce herself. She did not want to know them. She did not want to understand who that man was and why he looked at her like that. She didn't care that they were tired, saddened or hungry.
No, she could not. She was not here for them. She came to help with the quest, to eliminate orcs and goblins. Not to run back and forth in her room annoying herself with the prospect of meeting the men who would save the world.
One thing that Sephora was mediocre at was convincing herself or persuading herself to not do something. If she wasn't sure of what she should do, she did the first thing that came to mind. Her father had always reproved her of being so impetuous, and she smiled sadly to herself at the memory as she climbed down the stairs and headed towards the area reserved to the fellowship.
Sephora could do nothing but yell at herself in her head over and over at how stupid she was being. In silence, she walked through the trees until she came to a small clearing with only two men talking. The man from before who she recognized to be Boromir now was sitting on a log while the other man who was obviously Aragorn stood in front of him, quietly speaking to him. Neither of them noticed her presence and she inched closer, listening to them.
'... My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And now our…our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I— I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored." She heard Boromir sigh in remembrance as he continued, "Have you ever seen it Aragorn? The White Tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. Its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?"
"I have seen the White City, long ago" Aragorn replied quietly.
"One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guard shall take up the call: "The Lords of Gondor have returned!" It was half-hearted, she could tell, for his voice had not the joy that that statement should have invoked. Gondor, from what her father had told her was a very splendid place, of course being there himself, he had brought back many items for her to see, and since then, she had had a grand desire to visit the city.
She stood there and waited for the king to reply, but he turned away silent and left a few moments later after bidding him goodnight. Sephora waited a moment before stepping into the small area, "Good evening, my lord." He jumped and stood up quickly, about to draw his sword. She watched him as he registered that she was not any threat to his well –being, and put his sword back down in its scabbard.
His widened eyes watched her for a few more seconds before bowing gracefully. "Forgive me my lady if I gave fright."
She just looked at him and smiled slightly. "Where is the rest of the fellowship?"
He pointed towards a small breaking in the trees, "Through there," he hesitated for a moment, "May I inquire as to why?" She didn't answer, and he found that very strange. Everything about this woman was strange. Her long raven hair was hair he had only seen on elves, her silver eyes...no, he had never seen that before. They looked like stormy clouds, with the specks of silver appearing to actually be moving in circles. Her pale skin and red lips, a sticking contrast to the rest of her face. Her eyes held no emotions, her face no expression. She was everything an elvin woman was, but she was human. Immediately, he felt a strong interest in her.
"You reacted strangely when I first saw you. Why?" He blinked a couple of times at the abrupt subject change.
"My lady, I do not remember seeing you before." He said with confusion, standing up straighter.
"After your meeting with the Lord and Lady, you saw me up in the trees." She waited as his confusion turned into surprise and then a deeper confusion.
"That was you up in the trees?" At her silence he continued, "My lady...I was merely surprised that there was someone up in the trees watching me. But I dismissed it, for I thought it was only a guard on duty." Upon her nod he smiled a little. "My lady, may I ask your name?"
Sephora had forgotten that none of them knew her name, and that of course she could not have given him her real name, "Lilian." She listened as he looked down and repeated her name in a whisper. Sephora's eyebrows quirked up in mild surprise, but it was gone before he looked up again, smiling softly.
"My name is -"
"Boromir, son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor." Sephora finished for him. "How...did you know?" He asked shocked.
"I would like to speak to the rest of the fellowship, if you would please lead me to them."
"Oh, of course my lady, this way" Sephora waited as he led the way through the trees and only when he was out of sight did she close her eyes tightly and calm the dizzying butterflies in her tummy. The Fellowship of the Ring was only a couple of steps away. She took a deep breath and disappeared into the trees after Boromir.