Well, Cheerleading season is officially over. The end of the season is always the busiest but now I hope I can update more often!
Disclaimer: Do I look like a old, English guy? No, I didn't think so.
Chapter Three- A Feast and a Dark Rider
Aragorn was awoken the next morning by the bright orange glow which poured in from the window. Remembering the previous day's events he looked around the room hoping to see Blythe. His survey of the room revealed to him that it was empty, except for Daran across the room.
Blythe did not wake for another hour. When she did, she hastily dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. After a quick meal she headed for the House of Healing with Daran and Aragorn's breakfast. When she got there Aragorn was sitting up waiting for her. Daran was asleep again but his dinner had been eaten. She replaced it with his breakfast. Blythe offered Aragorn his meal but he declined claiming he wasn't hungry.
Before they left, Blythe checked Aragorn's injuries one last time. She could only faintly see the bruises that were so dark yesterday. The cut was still there but it was very light. She figured there would still be a scar to remind him of the accident. He pulled his shirt back over his head. Together, Blythe and Aragorn, left the House of Healing.
"Where shall we go Lady?" Aragorn asked turning to face Blythe.
Blushing at the sound of "Lady" she replied, "To the stables, and there's no need to call me Lady." Blythe turned away from him and walked towards the stable.
The sun was already bright and warm in Rivendell. Blythe and Aragorn thankfully stepped into the cool shade of the stables. Blythe led him through the stables and out into the pasture beyond. She looked around the open field but did not see Velez. Suddenly, out of the trees five hundred feet ahead a pure black horse came galloping towards them. The horse ran as fast as the wind and as smooth as a stream. Velez stopped directly in front of Blythe and gently nuzzled her cheek with his lips. She smiled and rubbed his neck.
"Aragorn, this is Velez. He carried me here through much peril. He is the best of my family's horses." She said brushing his mane with her fingers.
"He is beautiful. However, unless he can bear two, I am without a mount."
"He will bear two and will let no rider fall." With that said she mounted Velez and patted his neck. Blythe offered her hand to Aragorn and helped him up. She pressed her heels gently into Velez's sides and at once the horse turned to the woods and galloped away. Startled by the sudden start and speed, Aragorn placed his hands around Blythe's waist to steady himself. As he did a slight tingle shot up Blythe's spine.
Velez galloped along the river that flowed through and around Rivendell. Suddenly, he cut into the woods and a few minutes later stopped next to a hollow tree.
"Why did he stop here?" Aragorn asked as he dropped to the ground.
"He knows this place. I like it here... The elves don't pass this way often and there were times when I just needed to be by myself. I think Elrond knew I was here but he didn't bother me about it. Before you came I was alone here. It was very different."
"Yes. I know." He whispered to himself. Blythe looked at him with a curious look. "That is a tale for another day. Now it is time for your story."
"I suppose you're right," Blythe said sitting down with her back against the tree. Aragorn sat down beside her and she began her recount of the previous year. She began with the night the orcs attacked her town. By the time she reached the part where the orcs murdered her brother Blythe was crying. Aragorn placed his hand in hers and she held it tight for a long time. She told him what Elrond had told her about what happened while she was unconscious. Then she briefly told him about what Lord Elrond had been teaching her over the past year. She told him about some of her patients and about lessons in Elvish. The lessons in Elvish she said were more difficult than learning medicine and healing.
By the time she finished it was late in the afternoon and both of them were very hungry. After they took Velez back to the stable and fed him, they walked to the Dining Hall. As it was already late there were very few Elves left in the hall. Aragorn and Blythe ate slowly, enjoying the quiet of the now empty hall. When they had finished eating the two walked outside.
Many of the Elves had gathered to sing their songs about the older times and to talk about things that were happening outside Rivendell. Blythe stared at the beautiful fountain in the middle of the garden. The crystal clear water flowed from the top of the elegant stone and lazily flowed to join the river a few hundred yards away. Birds fluttered and sang in the warm afternoon sun. A small cat strutted up to Blythe and purred until she was picked up and scratched under her chin.
Aragorn remembered that Blythe still had his sword and asked, "Now do you think you could give me my sword?"
"Yes, I guess I should. Follow me." She said leading Aragorn to her room. When they got there Blythe went in first getting the sword from her bed. As he walked in she presented it to him.
"Thank you," Aragorn replied as he unsheathed it. Blythe had already moved to her window and was staring at the stream that flowed slowly past her window. Aragorn came and sat down in the window dangling his legs out. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down beside him. For a long time they remained sitting and talking about Rohan and about Aragorn's travels.
In time the sun began to shine directly on them. The sun was warm and they soon began to get hot. Suddenly, Aragorn saw Blythe push herself away from the window and fall fifteen feet into the water below. A few seconds later she surfaced from the water. Blythe laughed when she saw the shocked look on Aragorn's face. Soon he stood and plunged into the water beside her. The water was cool and refreshing in contrast to the sunny window sill. After ten minutes, Blythe climbed out of the water and sat down on the bank. Aragorn walked up on the bank and sat as he tried to adjust the wet clothes that clung to him.
Blythe was aware that Aragorn's shirt had become transparent in the water and soon found herself staring at the handsome man. He looked at her and it took a little while before he realized what she was looking at. She noticed that he was watching her. She blushed and stared at the water. In the reflection she could still see him staring at her
In the water she saw Aragorn stand. She looked at the hand he extended to her. He pulled her up and then did something she did not expect. He scooped her up and started to carry her back to the water.
"No, no, Aragorn! Aragorn put me down!" Blythe yelled, trying to get free. Before she could he had let go and she was falling back towards the water. When she surfaced she found Aragorn standing on the bank laughing to himself.
"Yes, very funny. Keep laughing. I'll get you back, just you wait and see." She said as he pulled her out of the water.
From far off Blythe and Aragorn heard someone calling their names. Blythe tried to squeeze some of the water out of her hair before they started running back to Elrond's house. As his guest, Blythe had been given a room in his house for the past year. As they neared their rooms Aragorn stopped her. He had to go down a different hall now. They stood for a minute to catch their breath. It was nearly time for dinner and the hall was already empty except for the dripping pair.
"See you at dinner," Blythe said.
"Until dinner,"Aragorn replied. He leaned in and kissed her cheek and turned to go to his room. Blythe stood there for a minute before going into her room. She quickly removed her wet clothes, dried off, and put on a nice dress. It was the color of an amethyst and looked beautiful with her dark hair. She loosely pulled back a small portion of the sides of her hair to keep it out of her face.
As soon as she was ready she left to go to the Dining Hall. When she went inside she found there was some sort of special feast being held. Lord Elrond waved her over from the head of the table when he caught her attention. Blythe carefully made her way up to Elrond.
"Good evening, Blythe."
"Good evening, Lord Elrond."
"Where have you been all day?"
"I have been talking with Aragorn, my Lord." She said as her eyes caught the man's sitting next to Elrond.
"Ah, yes. I figured," Elrond said with a smile. "Blythe, there are two people I would like to introduce you to."
To Elrond's left was Aragorn and to his right was an old man in a grey cloak. She did not recognize the second man.
"This is Mithandir. You may have heard him called Gandalf the Grey."
Blythe bowed her head and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you." The wizard chuckled in a grandfatherly way and Blythe smiled.
"This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. He is the heir to the throne of Gondor."
Blythe knelt to one knee and bowed her head. She grinned as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. When she stood a slight blush was still on her cheeks. Aragorn locked eyes with her. His beautiful blue-grey eyes held her captivated.
Suddenly, Elrond interrupted, "Blythe, if you would take your seat we will begin." Blythe sat next to Gandalf, across from Aragorn.
"Dear friends, tonight we honor our two esteemed guests, Mithandir and Aragorn." Elrond said and sat down. After he had taken his first bite everyone else began to eat. The Hall was suddenly much louder than it had been.
Blythe returned to her room very late that night. Dinner had gone much later than it usually did because of the guests. Afterwards everyone had gone into a large hall to talk with each other. Nearing the end of the night Aragorn had pulled her aside. He led her into an empty room for privacy.
"Tomorrow morning will you meet me for breakfast? Afterwards we could go horseback riding if you like." Aragorn asked gently holding her hands in his.
"Of course," she replied quietly.
"I am looking forward to it," He said. He slowly stepped closer to her, carefully as if he carried something very delicate. Blythe closed her eyes as his lips gently touched hers. Slowly, he deepened the kiss and she returned his it. They sprung apart quickly when laughter erupted from the Hall. Blythe blushed when she looked back at him.
Inside they could see the cause of the sudden out burst. Gandalf was in the middle of the room with leaves and other similar things swirling around him. Blythe followed Aragorn back inside the main Hall. Aragorn went to Elrond's side and she stood in a corner talking to a young elf named, Melyanna. She had met Melyanna the first week she was in Rivendell and she had been very kind to Blythe.
After a few more hours everyone began to leave the Hall. Most of the Elves gathered outside under the stars to sing. However, Blythe could barely keep her eyes open any longer. She said goodnight to Melyanna who then joined some of the other young Elves in a game. Blythe searched for Aragorn but was unable to find him in the crowd. She settled for seeing him in the morning and went to bed.
* * *
Aragorn was lying on his bed when a sharp knock jerked him from his thoughts.
"One moment," he called, as he pulled a shirt on and opened the door.
"Lord Elrond has requested your presence." The Elf said.
"What is it, Ada?" Aragorn asked when he walked into Elrond's library.
Elrond looked up from the volume he was immersed in and said hesitantly, " I believe it would be wise for you to leave."
Aragorn shoulders drooped. "I only just got home."
"I know and I am sorry. You still have more to do before you can rest." He paused thinking about how to say what he needed to say next. "About you and the girl, Blythe. Your roles in the near future will keep you apart. It would distract you from your tasks. It would be better for all if you were to forget her." Elrond said placing his hands on his foster son's shoulders.
"I don't understand, Ada. I really like her." The man said confused and angry.
"There are more important things you and she must fulfill." Elrond paused and glanced at the book.
Before he could explain more Aragorn said, "Then I leave tonight." And he stormed from the room.
"He will understand one day," Elrond hoped.
* * *
"Damian come on. They will kill you!" Blythe said looking at the bridge and woods where they were to meet the Elven party.
Orcs came running out of the woods towards them.
"Blythe! Let's get out of here," Her brother yelled.
Blythe and her brother galloped away from the orcs. Damian gasped and fell. Blythe ran to her brother who was lying on the ground with an arrow protruding through his back. He was dead.
* * *
Blythe awoke abruptly from her dream. Her breathing was quick and she was suddenly very cold. Like so many nights since Damian had died, she dreamt of him. She would try to warn him, but always to no avail.
She found that she could not fall asleep again. Blythe walked across the cold stone floor to the window. The stars were shining clearly that night, as if they shone brighter on the home of the Elves. She had loved looking at the stars from the plains close to her old home. They were bright there also. The moon was almost full tonight. She remembered when she was little, her father would tell her and Damian about men who turned into beasts on the full moon.
On one of the roads leading away from Rivendell she saw a dark hooded rider on a grey horse. The horse was galloping away from Rivendell as if death itself were after it. Soon the horse and its rider were long out of sight.
'It must have been urgent if the person was leaving so very early in the morning,' she thought.
***
I hoped you liked it. I wrote most of it on a 4 hour trip to Ft. Myers stuffed in the back seat with some of my Cheerleading friends. It was inspiring. I think.
Please leave me a review! Thanks! ~Sorceress of Rohan
Disclaimer: Do I look like a old, English guy? No, I didn't think so.
Chapter Three- A Feast and a Dark Rider
Aragorn was awoken the next morning by the bright orange glow which poured in from the window. Remembering the previous day's events he looked around the room hoping to see Blythe. His survey of the room revealed to him that it was empty, except for Daran across the room.
Blythe did not wake for another hour. When she did, she hastily dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. After a quick meal she headed for the House of Healing with Daran and Aragorn's breakfast. When she got there Aragorn was sitting up waiting for her. Daran was asleep again but his dinner had been eaten. She replaced it with his breakfast. Blythe offered Aragorn his meal but he declined claiming he wasn't hungry.
Before they left, Blythe checked Aragorn's injuries one last time. She could only faintly see the bruises that were so dark yesterday. The cut was still there but it was very light. She figured there would still be a scar to remind him of the accident. He pulled his shirt back over his head. Together, Blythe and Aragorn, left the House of Healing.
"Where shall we go Lady?" Aragorn asked turning to face Blythe.
Blushing at the sound of "Lady" she replied, "To the stables, and there's no need to call me Lady." Blythe turned away from him and walked towards the stable.
The sun was already bright and warm in Rivendell. Blythe and Aragorn thankfully stepped into the cool shade of the stables. Blythe led him through the stables and out into the pasture beyond. She looked around the open field but did not see Velez. Suddenly, out of the trees five hundred feet ahead a pure black horse came galloping towards them. The horse ran as fast as the wind and as smooth as a stream. Velez stopped directly in front of Blythe and gently nuzzled her cheek with his lips. She smiled and rubbed his neck.
"Aragorn, this is Velez. He carried me here through much peril. He is the best of my family's horses." She said brushing his mane with her fingers.
"He is beautiful. However, unless he can bear two, I am without a mount."
"He will bear two and will let no rider fall." With that said she mounted Velez and patted his neck. Blythe offered her hand to Aragorn and helped him up. She pressed her heels gently into Velez's sides and at once the horse turned to the woods and galloped away. Startled by the sudden start and speed, Aragorn placed his hands around Blythe's waist to steady himself. As he did a slight tingle shot up Blythe's spine.
Velez galloped along the river that flowed through and around Rivendell. Suddenly, he cut into the woods and a few minutes later stopped next to a hollow tree.
"Why did he stop here?" Aragorn asked as he dropped to the ground.
"He knows this place. I like it here... The elves don't pass this way often and there were times when I just needed to be by myself. I think Elrond knew I was here but he didn't bother me about it. Before you came I was alone here. It was very different."
"Yes. I know." He whispered to himself. Blythe looked at him with a curious look. "That is a tale for another day. Now it is time for your story."
"I suppose you're right," Blythe said sitting down with her back against the tree. Aragorn sat down beside her and she began her recount of the previous year. She began with the night the orcs attacked her town. By the time she reached the part where the orcs murdered her brother Blythe was crying. Aragorn placed his hand in hers and she held it tight for a long time. She told him what Elrond had told her about what happened while she was unconscious. Then she briefly told him about what Lord Elrond had been teaching her over the past year. She told him about some of her patients and about lessons in Elvish. The lessons in Elvish she said were more difficult than learning medicine and healing.
By the time she finished it was late in the afternoon and both of them were very hungry. After they took Velez back to the stable and fed him, they walked to the Dining Hall. As it was already late there were very few Elves left in the hall. Aragorn and Blythe ate slowly, enjoying the quiet of the now empty hall. When they had finished eating the two walked outside.
Many of the Elves had gathered to sing their songs about the older times and to talk about things that were happening outside Rivendell. Blythe stared at the beautiful fountain in the middle of the garden. The crystal clear water flowed from the top of the elegant stone and lazily flowed to join the river a few hundred yards away. Birds fluttered and sang in the warm afternoon sun. A small cat strutted up to Blythe and purred until she was picked up and scratched under her chin.
Aragorn remembered that Blythe still had his sword and asked, "Now do you think you could give me my sword?"
"Yes, I guess I should. Follow me." She said leading Aragorn to her room. When they got there Blythe went in first getting the sword from her bed. As he walked in she presented it to him.
"Thank you," Aragorn replied as he unsheathed it. Blythe had already moved to her window and was staring at the stream that flowed slowly past her window. Aragorn came and sat down in the window dangling his legs out. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down beside him. For a long time they remained sitting and talking about Rohan and about Aragorn's travels.
In time the sun began to shine directly on them. The sun was warm and they soon began to get hot. Suddenly, Aragorn saw Blythe push herself away from the window and fall fifteen feet into the water below. A few seconds later she surfaced from the water. Blythe laughed when she saw the shocked look on Aragorn's face. Soon he stood and plunged into the water beside her. The water was cool and refreshing in contrast to the sunny window sill. After ten minutes, Blythe climbed out of the water and sat down on the bank. Aragorn walked up on the bank and sat as he tried to adjust the wet clothes that clung to him.
Blythe was aware that Aragorn's shirt had become transparent in the water and soon found herself staring at the handsome man. He looked at her and it took a little while before he realized what she was looking at. She noticed that he was watching her. She blushed and stared at the water. In the reflection she could still see him staring at her
In the water she saw Aragorn stand. She looked at the hand he extended to her. He pulled her up and then did something she did not expect. He scooped her up and started to carry her back to the water.
"No, no, Aragorn! Aragorn put me down!" Blythe yelled, trying to get free. Before she could he had let go and she was falling back towards the water. When she surfaced she found Aragorn standing on the bank laughing to himself.
"Yes, very funny. Keep laughing. I'll get you back, just you wait and see." She said as he pulled her out of the water.
From far off Blythe and Aragorn heard someone calling their names. Blythe tried to squeeze some of the water out of her hair before they started running back to Elrond's house. As his guest, Blythe had been given a room in his house for the past year. As they neared their rooms Aragorn stopped her. He had to go down a different hall now. They stood for a minute to catch their breath. It was nearly time for dinner and the hall was already empty except for the dripping pair.
"See you at dinner," Blythe said.
"Until dinner,"Aragorn replied. He leaned in and kissed her cheek and turned to go to his room. Blythe stood there for a minute before going into her room. She quickly removed her wet clothes, dried off, and put on a nice dress. It was the color of an amethyst and looked beautiful with her dark hair. She loosely pulled back a small portion of the sides of her hair to keep it out of her face.
As soon as she was ready she left to go to the Dining Hall. When she went inside she found there was some sort of special feast being held. Lord Elrond waved her over from the head of the table when he caught her attention. Blythe carefully made her way up to Elrond.
"Good evening, Blythe."
"Good evening, Lord Elrond."
"Where have you been all day?"
"I have been talking with Aragorn, my Lord." She said as her eyes caught the man's sitting next to Elrond.
"Ah, yes. I figured," Elrond said with a smile. "Blythe, there are two people I would like to introduce you to."
To Elrond's left was Aragorn and to his right was an old man in a grey cloak. She did not recognize the second man.
"This is Mithandir. You may have heard him called Gandalf the Grey."
Blythe bowed her head and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you." The wizard chuckled in a grandfatherly way and Blythe smiled.
"This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. He is the heir to the throne of Gondor."
Blythe knelt to one knee and bowed her head. She grinned as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. When she stood a slight blush was still on her cheeks. Aragorn locked eyes with her. His beautiful blue-grey eyes held her captivated.
Suddenly, Elrond interrupted, "Blythe, if you would take your seat we will begin." Blythe sat next to Gandalf, across from Aragorn.
"Dear friends, tonight we honor our two esteemed guests, Mithandir and Aragorn." Elrond said and sat down. After he had taken his first bite everyone else began to eat. The Hall was suddenly much louder than it had been.
Blythe returned to her room very late that night. Dinner had gone much later than it usually did because of the guests. Afterwards everyone had gone into a large hall to talk with each other. Nearing the end of the night Aragorn had pulled her aside. He led her into an empty room for privacy.
"Tomorrow morning will you meet me for breakfast? Afterwards we could go horseback riding if you like." Aragorn asked gently holding her hands in his.
"Of course," she replied quietly.
"I am looking forward to it," He said. He slowly stepped closer to her, carefully as if he carried something very delicate. Blythe closed her eyes as his lips gently touched hers. Slowly, he deepened the kiss and she returned his it. They sprung apart quickly when laughter erupted from the Hall. Blythe blushed when she looked back at him.
Inside they could see the cause of the sudden out burst. Gandalf was in the middle of the room with leaves and other similar things swirling around him. Blythe followed Aragorn back inside the main Hall. Aragorn went to Elrond's side and she stood in a corner talking to a young elf named, Melyanna. She had met Melyanna the first week she was in Rivendell and she had been very kind to Blythe.
After a few more hours everyone began to leave the Hall. Most of the Elves gathered outside under the stars to sing. However, Blythe could barely keep her eyes open any longer. She said goodnight to Melyanna who then joined some of the other young Elves in a game. Blythe searched for Aragorn but was unable to find him in the crowd. She settled for seeing him in the morning and went to bed.
* * *
Aragorn was lying on his bed when a sharp knock jerked him from his thoughts.
"One moment," he called, as he pulled a shirt on and opened the door.
"Lord Elrond has requested your presence." The Elf said.
"What is it, Ada?" Aragorn asked when he walked into Elrond's library.
Elrond looked up from the volume he was immersed in and said hesitantly, " I believe it would be wise for you to leave."
Aragorn shoulders drooped. "I only just got home."
"I know and I am sorry. You still have more to do before you can rest." He paused thinking about how to say what he needed to say next. "About you and the girl, Blythe. Your roles in the near future will keep you apart. It would distract you from your tasks. It would be better for all if you were to forget her." Elrond said placing his hands on his foster son's shoulders.
"I don't understand, Ada. I really like her." The man said confused and angry.
"There are more important things you and she must fulfill." Elrond paused and glanced at the book.
Before he could explain more Aragorn said, "Then I leave tonight." And he stormed from the room.
"He will understand one day," Elrond hoped.
* * *
"Damian come on. They will kill you!" Blythe said looking at the bridge and woods where they were to meet the Elven party.
Orcs came running out of the woods towards them.
"Blythe! Let's get out of here," Her brother yelled.
Blythe and her brother galloped away from the orcs. Damian gasped and fell. Blythe ran to her brother who was lying on the ground with an arrow protruding through his back. He was dead.
* * *
Blythe awoke abruptly from her dream. Her breathing was quick and she was suddenly very cold. Like so many nights since Damian had died, she dreamt of him. She would try to warn him, but always to no avail.
She found that she could not fall asleep again. Blythe walked across the cold stone floor to the window. The stars were shining clearly that night, as if they shone brighter on the home of the Elves. She had loved looking at the stars from the plains close to her old home. They were bright there also. The moon was almost full tonight. She remembered when she was little, her father would tell her and Damian about men who turned into beasts on the full moon.
On one of the roads leading away from Rivendell she saw a dark hooded rider on a grey horse. The horse was galloping away from Rivendell as if death itself were after it. Soon the horse and its rider were long out of sight.
'It must have been urgent if the person was leaving so very early in the morning,' she thought.
***
I hoped you liked it. I wrote most of it on a 4 hour trip to Ft. Myers stuffed in the back seat with some of my Cheerleading friends. It was inspiring. I think.
Please leave me a review! Thanks! ~Sorceress of Rohan