Entering Rivendell, a luminaire of golden light shone through the sea of trees that encircled the village. It sat tranquil though the waters running through it bustled into the atmosphere, causing great commotion. Upon Sereg, Avari sat awed and stunned. It had been a very long time since she had visited Rivendell: since she had visited and befriended Elves.
A sigh of relief flowed freely as she rode forth into the quaint village. Around her she saw the race that occupied the region.
"So beautiful they are...." Avari said to Sereg, giving him a slow stroke through his mane. As she rode through, whispers spread quick as fire.
Coming to a great hall that stood beautifully carved in an Elvish fashion, stood two, powerful guards: silver helms shone brightly upon the crown of their heads, the blonde-shining hair flowed freely from underneath their protection. Gleaming breastplates they wore proudly, standing straight and tall against the magnificent stone creation. White tunics hung, pressed against their sleek, muscular bodies as they made no movement: still as statues. So fair was their skin as it shone pale under the dim light that shone through. And their eyes! Icy blue were the guards eyes that watched intently its surroundings. For word quickly spread that a vistor approached and everyone was very much alert.
Approaching the great, stone hall, Avari dismounted Sereg: for no animal was allowed within the Great Hall. Grim eyes were bestowed upon the stranger as she stood outside the dark doors, waiting for permission to take leave, where Elrond, great and wise Elrond, awaited her. For he knew she would come. So many thoughts rushed into Avari's mind as she waited on the guards: one had left their position to give news to their lord of their vistor. So many memories of Rivendell that she had experienced years before rustled in her mind. Would Elrond accept her again? She wasn't here for her sake, but for Aragorn and Frodo and the other hobbits. But would he take that?
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"Please! I beg of you Lord Elrond, please! I, we, need the aid of the Elves!" Avari begged, her eyes showing a pale, icy light of the think layer of tears that began to settle.
"I am sorry, Avari. It cannot be helped. My people cannot travel so far out. These times now are not safe; nor will oncomings either." Elrond replied grimly. Finally, tears flowed frely from the melancholy eyes of the young woman that stood before the great Elf Lord.
"I fall upon my knees, begging you for aid and help....and you....you turn away? What happened to the Elrond that was once great friends with Men, during the most evil times known in Middle Earth!" she cried out. "Or did he turn away from all and only tended to the needs of HIS people?"
Elrond stood silent, watching and listening to Avari.
"Lle tela? (Are you finished?)" he said suddenly. Avari made no reply.
"Amin hiraetha. (I'm sorry.)"
"Amin uuma tualle. (I don't care.)" Avari replied sharply, wiping away the tears that tore away at her face.
"Amin n'rangwa edanea. (I don't understand your Men.)" Elrond said simply.
"Uuner uma, n'dela no'ta. (No one does, don't worry about it.)" Avari said coldly, turning away from Elrond. "Heruamin.... (My lord....)" Avari began, heading towards the cold doors. Everything in the Great Hall now seemed dark; everything had lost its soft light.
"Gondor needed the aid of our friends. We called upon Rohan, yet they could do little. We have no close others, except for the Elves. I traveled from my great city, Osgiliath, to come and beg of the wonderous Lord Elrond for help. Gondor is falling right before our eyes!" Avari screamed, stepping close to Elrond, meeting him eye-to-eye. "Gondor is falling before everyone's eyes! Minas Tirith, the White Tower, will fall and with it, the spirit and people of Gondor....yet, you cannot help. You cannot take you people out of your fief, Rivendell, and help out a friend of the Elves: so be it." Avari paused, shaking her head and now pacing to and fro.
"There was once, as I heard, a great alliance between Men and Elves. Though, that was very long ago. I suppose, that alliance will never exist again....so be it. Gondor....will not fall! Whether with help from our friends or not! Gondor is strong! Gondor will not fall!"
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"Pass through." the Elf guard said firmly, watching Avari's every movement.
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is short, but I thought the next one deserved its own title! LOOK FORWARD TO THE NEXT CHAPTER COMING VERY, VERY SOON! Also, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!! Thank you! And, thank you countessrockz (you know who you are) for helping me out so much!!! ^_^
A sigh of relief flowed freely as she rode forth into the quaint village. Around her she saw the race that occupied the region.
"So beautiful they are...." Avari said to Sereg, giving him a slow stroke through his mane. As she rode through, whispers spread quick as fire.
Coming to a great hall that stood beautifully carved in an Elvish fashion, stood two, powerful guards: silver helms shone brightly upon the crown of their heads, the blonde-shining hair flowed freely from underneath their protection. Gleaming breastplates they wore proudly, standing straight and tall against the magnificent stone creation. White tunics hung, pressed against their sleek, muscular bodies as they made no movement: still as statues. So fair was their skin as it shone pale under the dim light that shone through. And their eyes! Icy blue were the guards eyes that watched intently its surroundings. For word quickly spread that a vistor approached and everyone was very much alert.
Approaching the great, stone hall, Avari dismounted Sereg: for no animal was allowed within the Great Hall. Grim eyes were bestowed upon the stranger as she stood outside the dark doors, waiting for permission to take leave, where Elrond, great and wise Elrond, awaited her. For he knew she would come. So many thoughts rushed into Avari's mind as she waited on the guards: one had left their position to give news to their lord of their vistor. So many memories of Rivendell that she had experienced years before rustled in her mind. Would Elrond accept her again? She wasn't here for her sake, but for Aragorn and Frodo and the other hobbits. But would he take that?
* * * * * * * *
"Please! I beg of you Lord Elrond, please! I, we, need the aid of the Elves!" Avari begged, her eyes showing a pale, icy light of the think layer of tears that began to settle.
"I am sorry, Avari. It cannot be helped. My people cannot travel so far out. These times now are not safe; nor will oncomings either." Elrond replied grimly. Finally, tears flowed frely from the melancholy eyes of the young woman that stood before the great Elf Lord.
"I fall upon my knees, begging you for aid and help....and you....you turn away? What happened to the Elrond that was once great friends with Men, during the most evil times known in Middle Earth!" she cried out. "Or did he turn away from all and only tended to the needs of HIS people?"
Elrond stood silent, watching and listening to Avari.
"Lle tela? (Are you finished?)" he said suddenly. Avari made no reply.
"Amin hiraetha. (I'm sorry.)"
"Amin uuma tualle. (I don't care.)" Avari replied sharply, wiping away the tears that tore away at her face.
"Amin n'rangwa edanea. (I don't understand your Men.)" Elrond said simply.
"Uuner uma, n'dela no'ta. (No one does, don't worry about it.)" Avari said coldly, turning away from Elrond. "Heruamin.... (My lord....)" Avari began, heading towards the cold doors. Everything in the Great Hall now seemed dark; everything had lost its soft light.
"Gondor needed the aid of our friends. We called upon Rohan, yet they could do little. We have no close others, except for the Elves. I traveled from my great city, Osgiliath, to come and beg of the wonderous Lord Elrond for help. Gondor is falling right before our eyes!" Avari screamed, stepping close to Elrond, meeting him eye-to-eye. "Gondor is falling before everyone's eyes! Minas Tirith, the White Tower, will fall and with it, the spirit and people of Gondor....yet, you cannot help. You cannot take you people out of your fief, Rivendell, and help out a friend of the Elves: so be it." Avari paused, shaking her head and now pacing to and fro.
"There was once, as I heard, a great alliance between Men and Elves. Though, that was very long ago. I suppose, that alliance will never exist again....so be it. Gondor....will not fall! Whether with help from our friends or not! Gondor is strong! Gondor will not fall!"
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"Pass through." the Elf guard said firmly, watching Avari's every movement.
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is short, but I thought the next one deserved its own title! LOOK FORWARD TO THE NEXT CHAPTER COMING VERY, VERY SOON! Also, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!! Thank you! And, thank you countessrockz (you know who you are) for helping me out so much!!! ^_^