Bowing her head, she nodded grimly towards the guards and stepped on to the stoned path that lead into the dimly-lit hallway where her destiny with the race of Elves awaited her.
Looking to her sides, she gazed at the wonderous hall in which the Lord of Elves in Rivendell stayed during daylight hours. It stood tall and mighty, just as Elves were described to her while she stayed at Minas Tirth as a child.
* * * * * * * *
"Uncle!" young Avari shouted. "Uncle Orel! Tell me about Elves!"
"Well, little Avari," Orel boomed out, a deep laughter light on his voice. "Elves...." he paused for a moment, studying the young girl. Then he began again.
"It has been a long time since I've talked with any other race, other than Men of course! But, from what my old memory can recall, I'll tell you:"
"Fair and beautiful: that is what Elves are, indeed! Tall, wise and ancient they stand. Clad in silver and grey cloaks that shine and shiver in the sun and moonlight. White tunics that glow and give off a pale but invitin' glow. Long, flowing hair that seems sunkist by everythin' that lays eyes upon it. 'Tis true! Their skin shines a fair radiance. And their eyes! Oh! Their eyes shimmer like morning dew on a lily pads in a small pond or river." Orel paused, taking a enormous sigh as he drifted easily back into old memories. Suddenly, an uneasiness overtook him as he stared into the wide, light-hearted brown eyes of the young girl that sat in front of him, listening with intensity.
As if in a vision, Orel saw before his eyes, a young, strong woman. She beheld the treasured sword of their family: one of the treasured swords of the Dunedain. The young woman beheld the gleaming Elenea: The Stars of the North.
"Dunedain....."Orel whispered aloud accidentally. Avari looked at him puzzled.
"Dunedain? Are they a race of Elves, too?" she replied excitedly.
"Huh?" Orel said surprised. "Oh no! They....are long-forgotten. I think we've had enough talk for one night, Lady Avari." Avari giggled as her uncle addressed her as "Lady Avari".
* * * * * * *
Looking before her, she met the dark eyes of Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. A tremble began to quake her fierce body as she gazed with awe.
"Nae saian luume. (It has been too long.)" Elrond quietly spoke. Avari bowed before him, with a longing in her that seemed now in an odd way, satisfied.
"My lord....I-"
"I know why you have come." he interrupted her. "It is about the Ranger and hobbits. And the one hobbit that carries It." Avari nodded willingly.
"My daughter, Arwen, has went out, seeking the group." A shadow passed over Elrond's face instantly.
"What troubles you, my lord?" Avari asked innocently. The Elven lord glanced at her quickly and begun again.
"Malia ten' yulna vasa? (Care for some drink or food?)" Elrond asked, avoiding the young woman's question.
"Nay. But I do demand an answer." she rebutted swiftly and coldly.
Elrond pondered her words for a moment, thinking very hard on how to say all the thoughts that were swirling in his mind.
"The time of the Elves is over....my people are leaving these shores and going onto the Undying Lands. We can no longer help every one of our friends when they beckon. Believe me, we are worthy people, but there is not much we can do any more." Avari watched in horror as he continued.
"The enemy is growing stronger with every day's pass. This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves!"
"But with help from the Elves, all of our allies may puncture wounds in it!" Avari fought back. "Will you and your worthy people help us?" A pale light shone in her eyes.
Elrond began pacing to and fro, thinking deeply of Avari's question.
"Do not just think of it as my request! Nor the Hobbits of the Shire; nor Aragorn of the Dunedain; nor just as any Men, Elf, Dwarf, or any other races' request! Think of it as fate's request...."
Elrond froze at Avari's words.
"Fate? Is it fate that led us to this condition that Middle Earth is in? Is it fate that led Sauron the Deceiver back to his tower of Barad-dur in the Land of Mordor? How can you put so much trust into fate, if it has led all races of Middle Earth to such a gloom?"
"And is it fate that led Elrond, Lord of Rivendell, to have such a distaste towards the races of Middle Earth?" Avari slowly finished for him. Suddenly, she had a fire in her that could no longer be tamed.
"What has happened to the fair Elves that walk this Earth nowaday? 'Fair and beautiful: that is what Elves are, indeed!' that is what I was told when I was a small child! What has happened to their fairness and beauty? Have they all rotted away inside, such as you! Can you not keep some of your people from the Undying Lands yet and convince them that their friends are in dire need of their help? If Sauron is to take the Ring, will the Undying Lands stay the safety for the Elves then?"
Stopping in his pacing at once, Elrond slowly turned to Avari who stood very strong and beautiful: reminding him of the once-known race that is not long in the past. As he gazed at her in wonder, she finally broke the silence.
"Amin irma fion a est. (I would like some wine and rest.)" Avari said coldy, though a cry in her voice was hidden only to those who could not see and hear the true Ranger.
"Manka lle merna. (If you wish.)" Elrond replied. Suddenly, a guard swiftly threw open the doors to the hallway.
"Heruamin! (My Lord!)" the guard took no notice of Avari as he went on. "Your daughter, Lady Arwen, has returned from the Wild! She has brought with her, a Hobbit from the Shire, in desperate need of your attention! Come quick!"
"Frodo?" Avari said, as fear swept through her. "What has happened?"
The guard gave a grave look to Elrond and Avari.
"The Wraiths had gotten to him first."
A/N: Finally, an update! Well, I hope you're enjoying it! LOOK FORWARD TO THE NEXT CHAPTER COMING VERY, VERY SOON! Also, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!! Thank you! Also, another HUGE thanks to countessrockz! ^_^ Again, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! Thank you!
Looking to her sides, she gazed at the wonderous hall in which the Lord of Elves in Rivendell stayed during daylight hours. It stood tall and mighty, just as Elves were described to her while she stayed at Minas Tirth as a child.
* * * * * * * *
"Uncle!" young Avari shouted. "Uncle Orel! Tell me about Elves!"
"Well, little Avari," Orel boomed out, a deep laughter light on his voice. "Elves...." he paused for a moment, studying the young girl. Then he began again.
"It has been a long time since I've talked with any other race, other than Men of course! But, from what my old memory can recall, I'll tell you:"
"Fair and beautiful: that is what Elves are, indeed! Tall, wise and ancient they stand. Clad in silver and grey cloaks that shine and shiver in the sun and moonlight. White tunics that glow and give off a pale but invitin' glow. Long, flowing hair that seems sunkist by everythin' that lays eyes upon it. 'Tis true! Their skin shines a fair radiance. And their eyes! Oh! Their eyes shimmer like morning dew on a lily pads in a small pond or river." Orel paused, taking a enormous sigh as he drifted easily back into old memories. Suddenly, an uneasiness overtook him as he stared into the wide, light-hearted brown eyes of the young girl that sat in front of him, listening with intensity.
As if in a vision, Orel saw before his eyes, a young, strong woman. She beheld the treasured sword of their family: one of the treasured swords of the Dunedain. The young woman beheld the gleaming Elenea: The Stars of the North.
"Dunedain....."Orel whispered aloud accidentally. Avari looked at him puzzled.
"Dunedain? Are they a race of Elves, too?" she replied excitedly.
"Huh?" Orel said surprised. "Oh no! They....are long-forgotten. I think we've had enough talk for one night, Lady Avari." Avari giggled as her uncle addressed her as "Lady Avari".
* * * * * * *
Looking before her, she met the dark eyes of Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. A tremble began to quake her fierce body as she gazed with awe.
"Nae saian luume. (It has been too long.)" Elrond quietly spoke. Avari bowed before him, with a longing in her that seemed now in an odd way, satisfied.
"My lord....I-"
"I know why you have come." he interrupted her. "It is about the Ranger and hobbits. And the one hobbit that carries It." Avari nodded willingly.
"My daughter, Arwen, has went out, seeking the group." A shadow passed over Elrond's face instantly.
"What troubles you, my lord?" Avari asked innocently. The Elven lord glanced at her quickly and begun again.
"Malia ten' yulna vasa? (Care for some drink or food?)" Elrond asked, avoiding the young woman's question.
"Nay. But I do demand an answer." she rebutted swiftly and coldly.
Elrond pondered her words for a moment, thinking very hard on how to say all the thoughts that were swirling in his mind.
"The time of the Elves is over....my people are leaving these shores and going onto the Undying Lands. We can no longer help every one of our friends when they beckon. Believe me, we are worthy people, but there is not much we can do any more." Avari watched in horror as he continued.
"The enemy is growing stronger with every day's pass. This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves!"
"But with help from the Elves, all of our allies may puncture wounds in it!" Avari fought back. "Will you and your worthy people help us?" A pale light shone in her eyes.
Elrond began pacing to and fro, thinking deeply of Avari's question.
"Do not just think of it as my request! Nor the Hobbits of the Shire; nor Aragorn of the Dunedain; nor just as any Men, Elf, Dwarf, or any other races' request! Think of it as fate's request...."
Elrond froze at Avari's words.
"Fate? Is it fate that led us to this condition that Middle Earth is in? Is it fate that led Sauron the Deceiver back to his tower of Barad-dur in the Land of Mordor? How can you put so much trust into fate, if it has led all races of Middle Earth to such a gloom?"
"And is it fate that led Elrond, Lord of Rivendell, to have such a distaste towards the races of Middle Earth?" Avari slowly finished for him. Suddenly, she had a fire in her that could no longer be tamed.
"What has happened to the fair Elves that walk this Earth nowaday? 'Fair and beautiful: that is what Elves are, indeed!' that is what I was told when I was a small child! What has happened to their fairness and beauty? Have they all rotted away inside, such as you! Can you not keep some of your people from the Undying Lands yet and convince them that their friends are in dire need of their help? If Sauron is to take the Ring, will the Undying Lands stay the safety for the Elves then?"
Stopping in his pacing at once, Elrond slowly turned to Avari who stood very strong and beautiful: reminding him of the once-known race that is not long in the past. As he gazed at her in wonder, she finally broke the silence.
"Amin irma fion a est. (I would like some wine and rest.)" Avari said coldy, though a cry in her voice was hidden only to those who could not see and hear the true Ranger.
"Manka lle merna. (If you wish.)" Elrond replied. Suddenly, a guard swiftly threw open the doors to the hallway.
"Heruamin! (My Lord!)" the guard took no notice of Avari as he went on. "Your daughter, Lady Arwen, has returned from the Wild! She has brought with her, a Hobbit from the Shire, in desperate need of your attention! Come quick!"
"Frodo?" Avari said, as fear swept through her. "What has happened?"
The guard gave a grave look to Elrond and Avari.
"The Wraiths had gotten to him first."
A/N: Finally, an update! Well, I hope you're enjoying it! LOOK FORWARD TO THE NEXT CHAPTER COMING VERY, VERY SOON! Also, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!! Thank you! Also, another HUGE thanks to countessrockz! ^_^ Again, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! Thank you!