The story of Elenion is based on the Lord of the Rings movies, directed by Peter Jackson. The characters, with the exception of Elenion, belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Elenion is a character all my own. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 7: The Gondorian

Elenion found herself snapping out of her trance way further down the path than she had expected to go. She looked around her surroundings, seeing that the trees were overgrown and in their natural state of beauty, the sun was blocked out by their presence, and even the birds and animals of Rivendell seemed to not trespass there. She could hear herself breathe, and wondered just how truly far away she was. The place was not scary, but more relaxing to her. Time to herself was what she was accustomed to.

After looking around some more, she noticed there was a spring not too far off from the path. She strayed from the path and cut through the trees, reaching the stream's bank quickly, as if there had been no weeds to walk through or tree branches to dodge. She kneeled down by the bank and peered over, gazing at herself in the water. Her reflection upon the water looked vastly different from the way she knew everyone saw her. Elenion wore her hair straight, in an elven manner, and her clothes were all white. The only thing similar to her look in her reflection were her eyes and her longer, pointed ears. Otherwise, the hair appeared to be lighter and curly, and the clothes had a greenish tint.

The only way Elenion could show anybody her true appearance would be to take them into her world, a trait she had realized she'd had only recently. On her way to Rivendell, she had been spotted by a band of orcs lingering in the forest on the outskirts of Lothlorien. She had not known she had lost them for some time, only after she hid from them and they came upon her hiding place, and even though she was only in the shadow of a tree, and they appeared to be looking right at her, they did not see her. Once she discovered this, she walked out amongst them in the daylight and they still took no notion of her being there, and decided to head back to their original position on Lothlorien's borders. Elenion had discovered the power to turn invisible. It was then that she also happened upon another spring, and looked into her reflection and saw what she looked like in her invisible state. Afterwards, she appeared and disappeared in front of her own reflection. The feeling was almost a tingly sensation, almost as if a cold breeze ran over her entire body, chilling her to an invisible state. Once invisible, she figured only she could still see herself and her reflection. She knew not what another person would see, and figured the risk would be too great, so she avoided water of any type when others were around.

Lost in her memory of the orc chase outside of Lorien, she had not sensed the person that came up behind her. Only when a twig snapped did she back quickly away from the water. She whipped around to see a man standing a few yards behind her, just off of the path. He appeared startled and was staring at her hands. She looked at them herself, only then noticing that she had drawn her sais. She looked at him apologetically. The man was not Aragorn. She had not met this one, but he seemed perfectly harmless.

"You have to excuse my actions, you startled me," she told him. A low chuckle accompanied the smile he returned.

"It's quite alright. I should have made myself better known. I just saw you crouched by the water, I thought perhaps you were wounded or needed help of some sort."

Elenion smiled politely at him. "I'm sorry to have worried you. I thought I was alone so I simply stopped beside the spring for a bit." She knew she was just being polite but also wondered why she was explaining anything to him. He continued to watch her, making her feel somewhat conscious of herself suddenly. He smiled at her with an awkward and shy politeness.

"What is your name," he asked, interrupting the silence. She was thankful for it.

"You have not told me your own name, why should I reveal mine," she retorted almost playfully back at him. He seemed friendly enough. He smiled at her again and stepped forward. He had a nice smile, she thought to herself, wondering if that was what made him so personable.

"I mean not to insult you or trouble you in anyway. I mean no harm to you and I apologize, I should have introduced myself first. I've just never talked to a she-elf before…" he laughed shyly. Elenion smiled at him and his shyness. He'd been so nervous he hadn't even known she was teasing him.

"I'm Elenion Telumendil…." she paused for a second, debating on whether to tell him the rest. She wondered if he really needed to know where she was from. Before she could finish, he jumped in.

"My name is Boromir. I have traveled here from Minas Tirith, and I am to represent Gondor at the council. I assume you know of which council I speak…" he looked up at her, hoping he hadn't let out some kind of secret. Elenion laughed.

"Are you assuming that because I am a woman that I wouldn't be made aware of such things," she teased.

"That is the way of some cultures," he said in his own defense.

"Is that the way of your culture, Boromir," she asked, curious to understand his reasoning behind the statement. He seemed to almost wince at the sound of her stating his name.

"If you are asking if it is my way, then I would have to say no. Is it the way of my father, and his father before him? Then I have to say yes, my father would not believe in any woman knowing of this council." Elenion looked at him curiously.

"Does it bother you to know then, Boromir of Gondor, that I not only know of the council's existence, but I also know it's details?" she asked, anxious to hear his response. He looked up at her sharply.

"Why should that bother me? I do not understand the elves and therefore do not understand how they are all knowing…" he stammered. Elenion smiled at him.

"Does it bother you then that I am to be in attendance at Lord Elrond's demand?" she asked, eager now for any kind of answer this might bring out of the Gondorian. He looked at her as if he were in shock. Even she did not understand why she was taunting him with the information.

"You will be there?" he asked, almost scornfully, yet his eyes twinkled with curiosity. "I understand it is a meeting of the races, but may I ask, lady, what is your role?" His blue eyes burned withfascination and she thought she almost sensed anger lingering in the depths behind them.

"You will find out when needed," she said piercingly, her eyes gazing back into his. He looked into her eyes for a second before having to turn away. He looked almost stung by her gaze, and his reaction highly confused her. She turned to get back on the path and leave, wondering if she should say anything else to him. He interrupted her thoughts.

"I did not mean to insult you. I've just never heard of any woman, she-elf or mortal, attending any such council. Surely you are someone of importance and I have doubted you. For that, I am sorry," he mumbled. She turned to face him, and he continued.

"I am hoping my impression was not a bad one." She went to correct him when a noise behind her interjected. She turned around suddenly to see Elrond on the path behind her, Arwen close behind.

"Elenion, may we talk with you?" he asked, eyeing Boromir. Elenion felt the sudden pressure on Boromir and quickly distracted Elrond.

"Yes, my lord…I'll be right there," she stated. She watched as Elrond turned and walked back up the path a way. She quickly turned back to Boromir.

"I accept your apology. It was nice to have met you, Boromir." He smiled in return at her. "And you as well, my lady," he said softly. She smiled at him one last time before turning and running up the path behind Elrond and Arwen.