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Chapter 6: Elrond

As they walked through the halls Ilsa leaned into Laure.

"That elf was Inwir," she said.

"Oh. Hey Master Inwir where are we going?"

"No, not him. The other guy."

"Oh. Sorry just ignore me," Laure waved him away.

"He's my brother. I have a brother. Can you believe it?"

Just then they reached a pair of doors. The dispatcher rapped twice with a little knocker.

"You may enter," said a voice.

They were shown through the double-doors. An elf stood up from behind a desk that was in the center of the room.

"Welcome to Rivendell. I trust that your rooms are comfortable," he said.

Ilsa stepped forward, "They are, thank you."

"Good. Please sit," he gestured to the seats in front of the desk.

When they were seated he continued, "I have heard many interesting stories about you maidens. When I spoke to Prince Legolas-"

Laure blanched.

"Are you alright? You reacted as if you didn't know he was your prince."

"I'm fine," said the pale Laure.

"Please, Milord, we are just trying to readjust to the surroundings," uttered Ilsa.

"Are you sure?"

"Well we have found ourselves in a very difficult situation. We have fallen into a new life so to speak. Uh, I'm not making any sense am I?"

"No, you must have been placed here for a reason. We all have destiny's that we need to complete."

"What if we don't know what they are?"

"Then it is up to you to find it. Only you can discover it, to except or deny is up to you. Does this help?"

"Not really."

"Life is always complicated," he smiled. "I have just received some news from Mirkwood stating that some cloaks that were identified as yours were found on the boarder. When you came to Rivendell you arrived without a scratch on you, and yet these clothes, which many had seen both of you wear that very day, were bloodstained and torn. Do you have any explanation for this mystery?"

"Our bloody cloaks?" Ilsa asked.

"Yes. Do either of you know what this is about?"

The girls share an confused look before answering Elrond.

"No."

"Than it really is a mystery," Elrond half says to himself.

"My brother is here, milord. Would we be able to seek our rooms?" Ilsa asked.

"Of course, I will send someone to accompany to the council when the time comes. You know the way back to your rooms?"

"Yes."

"I shall, then, see you ladies at the council."

As they walked out Ilsa said, "We are here for a reason Laure. We just have to find out what it is."

"But the finding of our supposable bloody cloaks?" Laure whispered to her. Ilsa shrugged as they exited the room.

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