Alright, this my revision for chapter two. I got a lot of reviews demanding to know why I used Norwegian and Dutch rather than Elvish. The answer is simple; I wanted to try something different. I do know elvish (although not I'm not fluent in it) and I love the language. I know the two modern languages were not in Middle Earth; I'm not stupid. lol. This is the best explanation I can give and sorry if it annoys anyone.
"Shit!" Erin cried a little too loud as one of her spells went in the wrong direction. The year was 2998; 147 years since she was found by Gandalf the Grey. During this time, Gandalf and Saruman the White had been training Erin to properly use her powers. She was not as strong as either of the two great wizards but had enough power that was desirable by any magical being. What was odd about her is that she did not age as a normal human or as slowly as the elves. She had the appearance of a fourteen year old and it seemed to take twelve years for her to age one year. No, she was not an elf, nor a member of the Dúnedain. In fact, no great wizard knew who she was or where she came from. They could only tell her what was obvious; she was a blessed human.
"Elendil," Saruman said to her, "You have been trained by myself for almost one hundred and fifty years. When will you learn?"
Shifting around uncomfortably, Elendil said in a hushed voice, "I'm trying my best. My strengths don't seem to come as easily anymore."
"That is because your mind has been dimmed with unimportant concerns," Saruman answered. "I advise you work harder before you return to me. You cannot rise in status until you have learned your place in this world."
Leaving Saruman's tower, Erin was saddened that all her efforts had failed her. "I wish I wasn't special," Erin said to herself, "No matter how hard I try, I can never please Saruman. The only person who gives a damn about me is Gandalf."
The ride back to Rivendell was over 550 miles and it took a long time by foot. Erin didn't mind because she wasn't looking forward to the return. Lord Elrond would immediately ask how her training was in Isengard. He would be very disappointed when she told the news that she had been unsuccessful. It would only make things worse. Elrond didn't like the fact that Erin was put into his care 147 years ago. She had been trouble since the first day. He found her too inquisitive and curious considering she was constantly getting into mischief. Keeping her in Rivendell, was only a burden to him. His daughter, Arwen, was the complete opposite of Elrond. She was more kind to Erin and they were had a relationship as though they were sisters. They tended to get along well but they had their moments. One of them began when Erin accused Arwen of taking some of her belongings. Of course, Arwen had never done so and it was proven when Gandalf returned with them.
Laughing at the memory, Erin continued her journey. By the time three weeks had gone by, she was almost back to Rivendell. Her journey went quite smoothly until one evening; a rustle in the bushes caught her off guard. Immediately, she knew who it was.
"Aragorn, De skremte meg ikke," (Aragorn, you did not frighten me) Erin said to Aragorn in one of the hundred of languages she knew, "Er De hvorfor her?" (Why are you here?) Yes, she was not speaking elvish. In fact, Erin was gifted in languages. As far as Erin knew, only Aragorn and her fluently knew the language.
"Jeg trodde at De er her," (I thought you would be here.) Aragorn said to her emerging from the bushes, "Herre Elrond leter etter De." (Lord Elrond is searching for you.)
"Damn, it," Erin whispered, "I knew he would receive the news before I even returned to Rivendell." Turning toward Aragorn she asked, "Is that why you were searching for me? To return me to Rivendell, to be addressed?"
Aragorn nodded truthfully, "Saruman sent word to Elrond very shortly after you left. As you probably expected, he is not impressed."
Sighing and kicking at some tree bark on the ground, Erin remained silent as Aragorn looked on. Watching her, he thought on how he truly understood her frustration. Both of them had been taken to Rivendell for protection when they were very young. They had been raised together and equally but for some reason Aragorn was showed more favor than Erin. Elrond was constantly disappointed in her but gave Aragorn more freedom no matter what he had done. Although Aragorn didn't agree with this, he couldn't change anyone's mind.
"Elendil," he said with sympathy.
"Kall ikke meg som kaller!" (Don't call me that name!) she said with irritation in her voice, "I hate the name I was given. It means nothing to me."
"I know who I am named after," she said with scorn, "I'm named after your ancestors. I am named after the great leader who was killed in the war against the ring. He was a friend of the elves. The name means star- lover."
Staring at each other, they realized the cruelty in their voices. Neither had good news to bear and neither wanted to return to Rivendell.
"I'm sorry Aragorn," Erin said with more ease in her voice, "I don't hate my name but I think it's one I don't deserve to have. There is too much trouble for me to cope with."
"Don't worry about it, Elendil," Aragorn said, "Besides, there has been rumor that Gandalf is soon to visit."
"I have also heard that Arwen will remain in Rivendell for quite some time," Erin informed Aragorn with a teasing voice. She knew that Arwen and Aragorn were deeply in love but were very silent about the issue. Very few people knew of the relationship save Erin and Lord Elrond. Though they were quiet about their love, Erin found it very apparent.
Finally with a more pleasant mood, Erin and Aragorn continued their road back to Lord Elrond.