Sorry that it took me so long to post this chapter. First, school has been absolutely taking over my life. (You know how it is.) Second, I'm really lazy. Sorry.
Thanks to all of my reviewers!
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, except Blythe and other stuff you may not recognize, all the rest is Tolkien's creation and is owned by the Tolkien estate and by New Line Cinema.
Chapter Two- Elrond's Son
Almost a year to date of her arrival in Rivendell, Blythe sprinted into Elrond's study. Elrohir who was just coming out of his father's study was practically run over by the young woman.
"I am so sorry, Elrohir," Blythe said looking down at the handsome elf. She offered her hand to the smiling elf and helped him to his feet.
"It's all right," Elrohir replied shaking the dust off his tunic and turning back down the hall.
"Blythe," Elrond began at the sight of his pupil's sudden appearance.
"Yes, Lord Elrond?"
"Elrohir has informed me that there is a man in the House of Healing that I need you to attend to. His wounds you should be able to heal with what I have taught you thus far." Lord Elrond explained.
"Who is he?"
"His name is Aragorn."
Figuring she wouldn't get any more information, Blythe left Elrond and hurried to the House of Healing. Elrond stared at the door smiling. The air from where she had stood began to settle. Only he had felt the disturbance. He felt this ever time she was around. It was like energy just flowed out of her. She didn't know how to harness the energy. He knew that time hadn't come yet. He only hoped no one else knew.
When Blythe entered the large room she saw a man not much older than she was. Infact, she would be eighteen in a few weeks. The man was lying on a bed half way across the room. When the doors opened he looked at Blythe as she walked towards him.
"Hello,"Blythe said as she looked at the one Elrond had called Aragorn. "What hurts?"
"Everything," he replied hoarsly.
"Well that helps," Blythe said smiling softly. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"I was," He said taking a short breath collected his thoughts. "Out with Elrohir and Elladan. Orcs attacked us and I remember a sharp pain in my chest and a rough beating. It feels like it's burning but it isn't real bad."
Blythe removed the blood stained shirt to find dark bruises and a deep cut across his chest that had been hastily wrapped by a cloth. She went to a cabinet and took out a green bottle and a clear vile with a dark liquid in it. The contents of the clear vile she made him drink.
"It tastes terrible," he said trying not to spit it up.
"The worst it tastes the better it works is what I have found," she replied pouring some of the green bottle's liquid over the cut and gently cleaning it with a clean cloth. For a moment she stared at him and smiled oddly. With business aside she had taken a chance to really look at the man. He was incredible handsome. He was muscular but not unappealingly so. His skin was tanned from spending all day outside. His hair was dark brown and long, just how she liked it. She quickly exused herself and went back to Elrond's study.
"My Lord, excuse me. Who is he exactly?" Blythe asked trying to mask her curiosity.
Elrond smiled and answered calmly, "He is my son."
"Your son?" Blythe asked very confused. "How can he be? He is not elvish. Is he?"
"No he is not," Erond began but was cut off by the sudden appearance of a breathless elf. He told Elrond that an elf named Daran who had been travelling was in the House of Healing and needed medical attention. Blythe looked again at Elrond before turning to go back to the House of Healing. On the way the elf explained that Daran had been ambushed by orcs. When she heard this she sprinted the rest of the way. Ever since what had happened last year Blythe had a deeper loathing of orcs.
Blythe rushed in just as some elves were placing Daran on a bed opposite of Aragorn. Blythe hurried over to them grabing a bottle and some bandages on the way."Thank you," she said politely as they turned to go. Each bowed their heads as they left. Blythe removed the yound elf's tunic which revealed many deep cuts and bruises. She poured the medidine over the cuts, washed them, and wrapped them in a cloth. By that time, Daran had already fallen asleep again from exhaustion.
Blythe suddenly heard a loud crash from behind her and turned to see Aragorn half way out of his bed. He froze awkwardly when he saw her looking at him.
"What are you doing? Lie down." She said walking towards him. He stood up and faced her. "Aragorn, lie down," she said again. Aragorn sighed and got back into bed.
"Can I ask a favor," Aragorn asked.
"If it is reasonable."
"I am very hungry. If you could, my Lady, bring dinner soon?"
"Yes. I was getting ready to go now." Blythe said walking to the door.
"Wait. Where are all of my things?"
"Lord Elrond had everything put in your room," Blythe said standing in the door way.
"I would like to have my sword."
"You have no need for it here," she replied and turned to leave.
"Please, I don't want anything to happen to it."
Blythe looked at him and said,"Nothing will happen to it here, I promise."
"Please." Aragorn pleaded.
Blythe surrendered assuming she wouldn't win this fight. She laughed to herself and hurried off to Aragorn's room. The room was almost empty, except for some things on his bed and some maps and parchments in a corner.
Blythe picked up the sword from among the article's on Aragorn's bed. It was surprisingly light. She swung it back and forth a few times. It sliced through the air evenly and crisp. She was impressed with the sword. Every inch of it was symmetrical.
She carried it back to the House of Healing as quickly as she could. When she walked in she found Aragorn sitting in the window watching the sun sink lower in the sky. "Aragorn,"she said running to the window. Aragorn stood similing at her. He reached for the sword she held in her hand.
"I don't think so," Blythe said putting the sword behind her back. His intrigued grey eyes locked with hers. A playful smile spread across his face. Blythe turned away before she began to blush. "You still should not be walking around," She said with her back to him. Aragorn followed her back to his bed. He sat down before asking for his sword.
"You are not getting it back until you can stay in bed until I say otherwise."
"You wouldn't do that."
"Oh really," Blythe said taking the sword and walking out the door. She headed straight for her bedroom.
Being close to the time she usually ate, Blythe put the sword on her bed and changed into a fresh dress. It was a simple emerald green that did bring out her dark green eyes. It had long sleeves with a neck that scooped down to just above her chest and curved out the her shoulders. The dress was form fitted and complimented her slim figure very well. The clothes made her feel less out of place, more delicate like the elves around her. Blythe washed her face and lightly wetted her wavy auburn hair so it wouldn't be frizzy. She brushed her hair then headed for the Dining Hall.
The sun was low in the sky and the reddish rays shone through the golden leaves on the tree. The birds san merrily in the trees joined by the soft anthems of the elves. Blythe loved Rivendell more than any other place in Middle Earth. The last year had been difficult with the loss of her family and home, but Elrond had taken good care of her. He had also been teaching her about healing which she had taken up easily. Now with the addition of Aragorn she was thinking things could only get better.
Reluctantly, Blythe walked into the Dining Hall. Many elves were already there eating, talking, and singing. A few of the younger elves still watched her as she walked past. Elladan and Elrohir came in shortly after and sat next to her. BLythe ate quickly and talked to the twins a short while before excusing herself. Elladan and Elrohir said goodnight and watched Blythe leave with Daran and Aragorn's dinner.
When Blythe walked in Aragorn almost had a heart attack. Again she had caught him out of bed, but that wasn't the only reason he stared. He hurried back to his bed and jumped onto it.
"You are in serious trouble." Blythe said half amused, half frustrated.
"I am sorry. I just can't stay still in this quiet room." Aragorn apologized.
"You have proved to be the most difficult person I have dealt with this year."
"I'm sorry," he said again.
"Not to worry," Blythe said. "Just remember I have your sword."
Blythe smiled and set his dinner next to his bed. She took Daran his dinner but he was srill asleep. Aragorn stared at her entranced. He could see she was of the race of men, but she was more beautiful than many of the elven maidens he had known growing up. Blythe cam back to his bed and sat down. He sat up with his back supported by the headboard.
"Do you think you can handle it by yourself?" Blythe teased. Aragorn grabbed the plate from the table. As he ate, Aragorn and Blythe talked. Mostly about Rivendell but as he put his empty plate aside he said, "I see you know my name, my Lady, but I have yet to learn yours."
My name is Blythe."
"Unless Elrond has kept you locked up somwwhere I know you are not from Rivendell. I have lived here all my life until a few years ago. I would have remembered such a beautiful face as yours." Aragorn said.
Blythe blushed and told him, "You are right. I am from Rohan and have only come here in the last year."
"How did you come to be in Rivendell?" Blythe quickly looked away from Aragorn.
"I'm sorry," he apologized seeing her reaction.
Blythe looked back at him trying to hid the saddness but he could still feel it. "It's all right. I don't mind, but that is a long tale. Only for those with patient ears and time that we certainly do not have now." She said as she looked out the window that showed how dark it had actually gotten.
"Perhaps tomorrow you could tell me." He said hoping to spend more time with her.
Blythe smiled and said, "Possibly, but tomorrow I think it would be reasonable for you to go. I doubt you would want to spend your first day of freedom with me instead of your friends."
Aragorn laughed. "I would love nothing more than to talk to you. I have greatly enjoyed your company. The time without you to talk to was desolate."
Blythe was mesmerized by his smile, and the way he treated her made her feel like agreeing to anything. "Well, I suppose I shall see you tomorrow when I bring you both breakfast. I do need some sleep now."
"Goodnight," Aragorn whispered. He watched Blythe go before she turned the corner and was gone.
As soon as she got into the hall she hurried off to find Elrond. She found him in his study unmoved from where he had been before. He had many old, frail books lying around him. One of them he had in his hands and was reading unfaltering from it.
"Come in Blythe." Startled Blythe hurried into the room. Elrond silently noted the smile when he looked up from his book.
"Lord Elrond, if you wouldn't mind could I ask a favor?" Elrond nodded so she continued. "Could you find someone to look after Daran after breakfast?"
Elrond smiled before saying, " I believe someone could be found to take care of him. Though none have the gift that you have." Blythe wondered a minute about what he had said, it sounded strange but a lot of what he said was strange.
"Thank you, Lord Elrond."
"What is it that you are doing tomorrow, Blythe?" Elrond asked with a grin, but she had already skipped out the door and was headed for her room.
When Blythe got back to her room she washed her face and changed into a sleeping gown. Aragorn's sword she put on her dresser. After about ten minutes Blythe was soundly asleep.
Wow that took me long enough... Next chapter will not be so long in the writing. I promise. Please review, maybe it will encourage me.
Again thank you thank you thank you to all of my reviewers last chapter. :)
~Sorceress of Rohan
Thanks to all of my reviewers!
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, except Blythe and other stuff you may not recognize, all the rest is Tolkien's creation and is owned by the Tolkien estate and by New Line Cinema.
Chapter Two- Elrond's Son
Almost a year to date of her arrival in Rivendell, Blythe sprinted into Elrond's study. Elrohir who was just coming out of his father's study was practically run over by the young woman.
"I am so sorry, Elrohir," Blythe said looking down at the handsome elf. She offered her hand to the smiling elf and helped him to his feet.
"It's all right," Elrohir replied shaking the dust off his tunic and turning back down the hall.
"Blythe," Elrond began at the sight of his pupil's sudden appearance.
"Yes, Lord Elrond?"
"Elrohir has informed me that there is a man in the House of Healing that I need you to attend to. His wounds you should be able to heal with what I have taught you thus far." Lord Elrond explained.
"Who is he?"
"His name is Aragorn."
Figuring she wouldn't get any more information, Blythe left Elrond and hurried to the House of Healing. Elrond stared at the door smiling. The air from where she had stood began to settle. Only he had felt the disturbance. He felt this ever time she was around. It was like energy just flowed out of her. She didn't know how to harness the energy. He knew that time hadn't come yet. He only hoped no one else knew.
When Blythe entered the large room she saw a man not much older than she was. Infact, she would be eighteen in a few weeks. The man was lying on a bed half way across the room. When the doors opened he looked at Blythe as she walked towards him.
"Hello,"Blythe said as she looked at the one Elrond had called Aragorn. "What hurts?"
"Everything," he replied hoarsly.
"Well that helps," Blythe said smiling softly. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"I was," He said taking a short breath collected his thoughts. "Out with Elrohir and Elladan. Orcs attacked us and I remember a sharp pain in my chest and a rough beating. It feels like it's burning but it isn't real bad."
Blythe removed the blood stained shirt to find dark bruises and a deep cut across his chest that had been hastily wrapped by a cloth. She went to a cabinet and took out a green bottle and a clear vile with a dark liquid in it. The contents of the clear vile she made him drink.
"It tastes terrible," he said trying not to spit it up.
"The worst it tastes the better it works is what I have found," she replied pouring some of the green bottle's liquid over the cut and gently cleaning it with a clean cloth. For a moment she stared at him and smiled oddly. With business aside she had taken a chance to really look at the man. He was incredible handsome. He was muscular but not unappealingly so. His skin was tanned from spending all day outside. His hair was dark brown and long, just how she liked it. She quickly exused herself and went back to Elrond's study.
"My Lord, excuse me. Who is he exactly?" Blythe asked trying to mask her curiosity.
Elrond smiled and answered calmly, "He is my son."
"Your son?" Blythe asked very confused. "How can he be? He is not elvish. Is he?"
"No he is not," Erond began but was cut off by the sudden appearance of a breathless elf. He told Elrond that an elf named Daran who had been travelling was in the House of Healing and needed medical attention. Blythe looked again at Elrond before turning to go back to the House of Healing. On the way the elf explained that Daran had been ambushed by orcs. When she heard this she sprinted the rest of the way. Ever since what had happened last year Blythe had a deeper loathing of orcs.
Blythe rushed in just as some elves were placing Daran on a bed opposite of Aragorn. Blythe hurried over to them grabing a bottle and some bandages on the way."Thank you," she said politely as they turned to go. Each bowed their heads as they left. Blythe removed the yound elf's tunic which revealed many deep cuts and bruises. She poured the medidine over the cuts, washed them, and wrapped them in a cloth. By that time, Daran had already fallen asleep again from exhaustion.
Blythe suddenly heard a loud crash from behind her and turned to see Aragorn half way out of his bed. He froze awkwardly when he saw her looking at him.
"What are you doing? Lie down." She said walking towards him. He stood up and faced her. "Aragorn, lie down," she said again. Aragorn sighed and got back into bed.
"Can I ask a favor," Aragorn asked.
"If it is reasonable."
"I am very hungry. If you could, my Lady, bring dinner soon?"
"Yes. I was getting ready to go now." Blythe said walking to the door.
"Wait. Where are all of my things?"
"Lord Elrond had everything put in your room," Blythe said standing in the door way.
"I would like to have my sword."
"You have no need for it here," she replied and turned to leave.
"Please, I don't want anything to happen to it."
Blythe looked at him and said,"Nothing will happen to it here, I promise."
"Please." Aragorn pleaded.
Blythe surrendered assuming she wouldn't win this fight. She laughed to herself and hurried off to Aragorn's room. The room was almost empty, except for some things on his bed and some maps and parchments in a corner.
Blythe picked up the sword from among the article's on Aragorn's bed. It was surprisingly light. She swung it back and forth a few times. It sliced through the air evenly and crisp. She was impressed with the sword. Every inch of it was symmetrical.
She carried it back to the House of Healing as quickly as she could. When she walked in she found Aragorn sitting in the window watching the sun sink lower in the sky. "Aragorn,"she said running to the window. Aragorn stood similing at her. He reached for the sword she held in her hand.
"I don't think so," Blythe said putting the sword behind her back. His intrigued grey eyes locked with hers. A playful smile spread across his face. Blythe turned away before she began to blush. "You still should not be walking around," She said with her back to him. Aragorn followed her back to his bed. He sat down before asking for his sword.
"You are not getting it back until you can stay in bed until I say otherwise."
"You wouldn't do that."
"Oh really," Blythe said taking the sword and walking out the door. She headed straight for her bedroom.
Being close to the time she usually ate, Blythe put the sword on her bed and changed into a fresh dress. It was a simple emerald green that did bring out her dark green eyes. It had long sleeves with a neck that scooped down to just above her chest and curved out the her shoulders. The dress was form fitted and complimented her slim figure very well. The clothes made her feel less out of place, more delicate like the elves around her. Blythe washed her face and lightly wetted her wavy auburn hair so it wouldn't be frizzy. She brushed her hair then headed for the Dining Hall.
The sun was low in the sky and the reddish rays shone through the golden leaves on the tree. The birds san merrily in the trees joined by the soft anthems of the elves. Blythe loved Rivendell more than any other place in Middle Earth. The last year had been difficult with the loss of her family and home, but Elrond had taken good care of her. He had also been teaching her about healing which she had taken up easily. Now with the addition of Aragorn she was thinking things could only get better.
Reluctantly, Blythe walked into the Dining Hall. Many elves were already there eating, talking, and singing. A few of the younger elves still watched her as she walked past. Elladan and Elrohir came in shortly after and sat next to her. BLythe ate quickly and talked to the twins a short while before excusing herself. Elladan and Elrohir said goodnight and watched Blythe leave with Daran and Aragorn's dinner.
When Blythe walked in Aragorn almost had a heart attack. Again she had caught him out of bed, but that wasn't the only reason he stared. He hurried back to his bed and jumped onto it.
"You are in serious trouble." Blythe said half amused, half frustrated.
"I am sorry. I just can't stay still in this quiet room." Aragorn apologized.
"You have proved to be the most difficult person I have dealt with this year."
"I'm sorry," he said again.
"Not to worry," Blythe said. "Just remember I have your sword."
Blythe smiled and set his dinner next to his bed. She took Daran his dinner but he was srill asleep. Aragorn stared at her entranced. He could see she was of the race of men, but she was more beautiful than many of the elven maidens he had known growing up. Blythe cam back to his bed and sat down. He sat up with his back supported by the headboard.
"Do you think you can handle it by yourself?" Blythe teased. Aragorn grabbed the plate from the table. As he ate, Aragorn and Blythe talked. Mostly about Rivendell but as he put his empty plate aside he said, "I see you know my name, my Lady, but I have yet to learn yours."
My name is Blythe."
"Unless Elrond has kept you locked up somwwhere I know you are not from Rivendell. I have lived here all my life until a few years ago. I would have remembered such a beautiful face as yours." Aragorn said.
Blythe blushed and told him, "You are right. I am from Rohan and have only come here in the last year."
"How did you come to be in Rivendell?" Blythe quickly looked away from Aragorn.
"I'm sorry," he apologized seeing her reaction.
Blythe looked back at him trying to hid the saddness but he could still feel it. "It's all right. I don't mind, but that is a long tale. Only for those with patient ears and time that we certainly do not have now." She said as she looked out the window that showed how dark it had actually gotten.
"Perhaps tomorrow you could tell me." He said hoping to spend more time with her.
Blythe smiled and said, "Possibly, but tomorrow I think it would be reasonable for you to go. I doubt you would want to spend your first day of freedom with me instead of your friends."
Aragorn laughed. "I would love nothing more than to talk to you. I have greatly enjoyed your company. The time without you to talk to was desolate."
Blythe was mesmerized by his smile, and the way he treated her made her feel like agreeing to anything. "Well, I suppose I shall see you tomorrow when I bring you both breakfast. I do need some sleep now."
"Goodnight," Aragorn whispered. He watched Blythe go before she turned the corner and was gone.
As soon as she got into the hall she hurried off to find Elrond. She found him in his study unmoved from where he had been before. He had many old, frail books lying around him. One of them he had in his hands and was reading unfaltering from it.
"Come in Blythe." Startled Blythe hurried into the room. Elrond silently noted the smile when he looked up from his book.
"Lord Elrond, if you wouldn't mind could I ask a favor?" Elrond nodded so she continued. "Could you find someone to look after Daran after breakfast?"
Elrond smiled before saying, " I believe someone could be found to take care of him. Though none have the gift that you have." Blythe wondered a minute about what he had said, it sounded strange but a lot of what he said was strange.
"Thank you, Lord Elrond."
"What is it that you are doing tomorrow, Blythe?" Elrond asked with a grin, but she had already skipped out the door and was headed for her room.
When Blythe got back to her room she washed her face and changed into a sleeping gown. Aragorn's sword she put on her dresser. After about ten minutes Blythe was soundly asleep.
Wow that took me long enough... Next chapter will not be so long in the writing. I promise. Please review, maybe it will encourage me.
Again thank you thank you thank you to all of my reviewers last chapter. :)
~Sorceress of Rohan