This is going to be a short chapter because I really should be packing for Atlanta as I type. However, I have been threatened with bodily harm or even death, by Jess, if I don't update soon. So Jess this chapter is dedicated to you! I will be gone all weekend at a Lads to leader/Leaderettes convention. So here goes nothing...
Chapter Five- Departure from Rivendell
When Blythe woke the next morning she read the note that had come with the knife again. She still couldn't believe what it said and this would be the eighth time she had read it. She carefully opened it for it had become fragile from getting wet. The hurried and scribbled handwritting read:
My dearest Blythe,
I have left Rivendell on the request of Lord Elrond. I know why he wants me to go but I do not wish to leave you. I have left this in the place you told me you went sometimes. I hope you find this before someone else does. I will continue to write if I can. The letters will be sent to Gandalf and I trust him to deliver them. He is a wise man and an even better friend. Please trust him in the things he advises you. He has told me of what he knows about you. He will help you in almost any way you need. I am going to those who helped me through a difficult time. I am sorry I left so suddenly. My anger has clouded my better judgement. I hope to see you soon. I miss you already. Tell Gandalf I am...
The rest had been become to illegible from the rain. Only his name at the end showed.
Until We Meet Again,
Aragorn
Why did it have to rain? The letter was only half there. She would have to show this to Gandalf today. She dressed in men's pants and a white shirt just in case Gandalf's lessons were more physical than a dress would allow. When she entered the Dining Hall Melyanna laughed and teased her friend, "What about your hair Blythe? Will it go next?"
"No, I am only being prepared if I have to get dirty today."
Gandalf met Blythe for breakfast. She pulled the letter out to show him but before she could unfold it he whispered, "Not here! Save it for later."
Blythe quickly put it back in her pocket and waited until after breakfast in the safety of the forest to pull it out again. Gandalf read it and huffed.
"Tell me what?" He said as frustrated as Blythe felt. "I am almost sure he would have gone back to the Rangers. Maybe..." He added trailing off into thought.
Blythe stood still like Gandalf instructed. She took a deep breath trying to clear her mind. She could hear his voice now. 'Think only about what you are trying to do. You have to want the stone in your hand. See it in your hand.'
Blythe tried to focus as he said. She imagined the small grey stone in her hand. She could mentally see the stone move from his hand to hers. She felt a warmth flood her. A shiver ran down her spine. 'Focus!' She told herself. Suddenly, she felt a cold stone fall into her palm. She opened her hand and there was the rock.
"Very good. Very good." Gandalf said happily. "You can do whatever you wish if you concentrate on it."
Blythe found herself dodging huge rocks after about two days. Gandalf would hurl the stones magically at her. She would imagine the rocks flying passed her and around her they went. It must have looked strange to anyone else because large rocks would be flying towards her and abruptly they would stop and turn in another direction. To Blythe it was actually very tiring. After about five minutes she would stop and simply begin jumping behind trees and yelling for Gandalf to stop. He would stop and let her rest. She wasn't able to harness all the energy she needed to keep up such strenuous activities.
The next day Blythe found herself in the House of Healing. Gandalf stood beside her. Elrond now avoided the two of them whenever he could. Blythe was staring down at an Elf lying on a bed. He had a huge gash in his right shoulder and many bruises all over. Once again she took a deep breath and cleared her mind. Gandalf was telling her now to see imagine the arm as it should be. She placed her hand over the shoulder. She focused on the other shoulder which was normal. She imagined the right shoulder how it should have been.
Gandalf watched the girl across from him. Beads of sweat appeared on her forhead. A faint red glow flowed out of the hand above the arm. The light entered the wound and flowed back out when the girl opened her eyes. The shoulder was healed. Blythe smiled up at Gandalf and started to say something. However, it was abruptly ended when she slumped to the floor unconscious.
Blythe awoke in her own bed. Gandalf lifted his head when he saw her stir. "Good evening." He said.
"Good... what? Evening. It was morning just a second ago!" She replied confused.
"My dear you have been unconcious all day. You passed out after healing that elf. Which I must add was most impressive."
"Thank you. I don't remember."
"Lord Elrond was surprised when I told him. However, he has asked us to leave for the safety of Rivendell."
"What?"
"He believes that your presence here puts his people in danger."
"We could go find Aragorn, right?" She asked hopefully.
"We'll see."
The next day Blythe and Gandalf were packed and escorted to the edge of Rivendell. They headed Northwest for there had been rumor of a terrible disease going around. Blythe wanted to know if she could help put a dent in its progress. Together on Velez and Gandalf's horse, Shadowfax, which Blythe knew well, they hurried away from Rivendell.
A tall, handsome man watched the pair ride swiftly away from the Elven refuge. He grinned knowing where they were headed. He hoped to meet them before they reached their destination. A breeze blew the dark cloak that was drawn around him. He looked back at where Blythe and Gandalf had just ridden through. Suddenly the man was gone. No one would find any trace of his presence.
I'm sorry if there are typos and such. I wrote this very quickly. Hope you liked it!
Please tell me what you think! Review!!!
Chapter Five- Departure from Rivendell
When Blythe woke the next morning she read the note that had come with the knife again. She still couldn't believe what it said and this would be the eighth time she had read it. She carefully opened it for it had become fragile from getting wet. The hurried and scribbled handwritting read:
My dearest Blythe,
I have left Rivendell on the request of Lord Elrond. I know why he wants me to go but I do not wish to leave you. I have left this in the place you told me you went sometimes. I hope you find this before someone else does. I will continue to write if I can. The letters will be sent to Gandalf and I trust him to deliver them. He is a wise man and an even better friend. Please trust him in the things he advises you. He has told me of what he knows about you. He will help you in almost any way you need. I am going to those who helped me through a difficult time. I am sorry I left so suddenly. My anger has clouded my better judgement. I hope to see you soon. I miss you already. Tell Gandalf I am...
The rest had been become to illegible from the rain. Only his name at the end showed.
Until We Meet Again,
Aragorn
Why did it have to rain? The letter was only half there. She would have to show this to Gandalf today. She dressed in men's pants and a white shirt just in case Gandalf's lessons were more physical than a dress would allow. When she entered the Dining Hall Melyanna laughed and teased her friend, "What about your hair Blythe? Will it go next?"
"No, I am only being prepared if I have to get dirty today."
Gandalf met Blythe for breakfast. She pulled the letter out to show him but before she could unfold it he whispered, "Not here! Save it for later."
Blythe quickly put it back in her pocket and waited until after breakfast in the safety of the forest to pull it out again. Gandalf read it and huffed.
"Tell me what?" He said as frustrated as Blythe felt. "I am almost sure he would have gone back to the Rangers. Maybe..." He added trailing off into thought.
Blythe stood still like Gandalf instructed. She took a deep breath trying to clear her mind. She could hear his voice now. 'Think only about what you are trying to do. You have to want the stone in your hand. See it in your hand.'
Blythe tried to focus as he said. She imagined the small grey stone in her hand. She could mentally see the stone move from his hand to hers. She felt a warmth flood her. A shiver ran down her spine. 'Focus!' She told herself. Suddenly, she felt a cold stone fall into her palm. She opened her hand and there was the rock.
"Very good. Very good." Gandalf said happily. "You can do whatever you wish if you concentrate on it."
Blythe found herself dodging huge rocks after about two days. Gandalf would hurl the stones magically at her. She would imagine the rocks flying passed her and around her they went. It must have looked strange to anyone else because large rocks would be flying towards her and abruptly they would stop and turn in another direction. To Blythe it was actually very tiring. After about five minutes she would stop and simply begin jumping behind trees and yelling for Gandalf to stop. He would stop and let her rest. She wasn't able to harness all the energy she needed to keep up such strenuous activities.
The next day Blythe found herself in the House of Healing. Gandalf stood beside her. Elrond now avoided the two of them whenever he could. Blythe was staring down at an Elf lying on a bed. He had a huge gash in his right shoulder and many bruises all over. Once again she took a deep breath and cleared her mind. Gandalf was telling her now to see imagine the arm as it should be. She placed her hand over the shoulder. She focused on the other shoulder which was normal. She imagined the right shoulder how it should have been.
Gandalf watched the girl across from him. Beads of sweat appeared on her forhead. A faint red glow flowed out of the hand above the arm. The light entered the wound and flowed back out when the girl opened her eyes. The shoulder was healed. Blythe smiled up at Gandalf and started to say something. However, it was abruptly ended when she slumped to the floor unconscious.
Blythe awoke in her own bed. Gandalf lifted his head when he saw her stir. "Good evening." He said.
"Good... what? Evening. It was morning just a second ago!" She replied confused.
"My dear you have been unconcious all day. You passed out after healing that elf. Which I must add was most impressive."
"Thank you. I don't remember."
"Lord Elrond was surprised when I told him. However, he has asked us to leave for the safety of Rivendell."
"What?"
"He believes that your presence here puts his people in danger."
"We could go find Aragorn, right?" She asked hopefully.
"We'll see."
The next day Blythe and Gandalf were packed and escorted to the edge of Rivendell. They headed Northwest for there had been rumor of a terrible disease going around. Blythe wanted to know if she could help put a dent in its progress. Together on Velez and Gandalf's horse, Shadowfax, which Blythe knew well, they hurried away from Rivendell.
A tall, handsome man watched the pair ride swiftly away from the Elven refuge. He grinned knowing where they were headed. He hoped to meet them before they reached their destination. A breeze blew the dark cloak that was drawn around him. He looked back at where Blythe and Gandalf had just ridden through. Suddenly the man was gone. No one would find any trace of his presence.
I'm sorry if there are typos and such. I wrote this very quickly. Hope you liked it!
Please tell me what you think! Review!!!