Untitled
By penpunk
Disclaimer: All LotR characters and such belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Chapter 3: Truth Revealed
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After being cooped up in her room for three days straight, Kat finally convinced Tinuviel that she was healthy enough to leave and enjoy the various sights of Rivendell. True, she still didn't know why she was in Middle-earth and her voice was still MIA, but if she was going to be here for a while, she had better make the best of it.
She had read the Tolkien books once when she was a teenager but nothing could have prepared her for the beauty of the realm of the Elves. Everything: the buildings, statues, and trees, looked old and fragile, yet strong and beautiful at the same time. Everything had detail that made even the most mundane thing spectacular.
Her wanderings led her to a large room at the center of Rivendell. Inside, vastly huge paintings and murals covered the walls as well as lengthy descriptions telling a story about each picture. Kat was awed by the fact that she could read the words as if they were a giant newspaper. One mural struck a chord of familiarity in her. It showed a dark figure looming over a man with a broken sword. She read the words below the painting. She knew this as the story of the One Ring. Kat turned from the painting. Behind her was a statue of a sitting woman. A broken sword lay on her lap. The shards of Narsil. She passes a hand over her dry lips. The detail was too real, her senses where too stimulated. The last hope of this all being a dream crumbled.
It was true; she was in Middle-earth. She walked unsteadily over to a bench, her shaking legs unable to support her weight. She couldn't take it all in. Her senses were on overload.
And she was alone. Totally alone. Alone with black hair and pointed ears.
"Okay Kat, calm down," she thought. "Let's just go over everything that has happened so far."
A week ago, she was in England with her sister. Six days ago, she was brought to this. . . this alternate universe. She was found by two blonde elf men, one of who hates her, or rather Elenril, for some unknown reason. Three days ago, she woke up to find that she was in someone else's body. Now, she had confirmed that she was actually in Middle-earth.
Oh, this is just bleedin' great.
Kat was slightly startled when someone came from behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned around quickly.
"Elenril, are you feeling well?" asked Tinuviel as she sat next to Kat. Kat nodded in return. She studied her companion's features in the unusually dim room. Tinuviel had long dark auburn hair with jade green eyes. As with all elves it seemed, she was tall and slender. Kat liked Tinuviel. She was a loyal friend, never leaving her side for more than an hour or two. "I have come to tell you that Lord Elrond requests your presences tonight at dinner."
Kat nodded her head in confirmation. Tinuviel stood up and started to walk away, but stopped and turned.
"Well Ele? Are you coming or not?" asked Tinuviel with a smile. Oh, she meant now? Kat smiled a little nervously before standing up and following the elf.
Before going to dinner, Tinuviel and Kat went up to change. Apparently, on her way to Rivendell, Elenril had been riding a horse. The horse was found riderless on the boarders of Rivendell by some elves. The horse had been carrying all of Elenril's belongings, which were now in her room. Kat wondered at Elenril's style choices. All her dresses seemed a little tighter and more revealing then the other elven women. After a few minutes of debating, Kat decided on a white silk dress with an overlay of sheer beaded fabric. Tinuviel helped her with her hair, tying parts of it back with a silver, leaf-shaped clasp. She left Kat's long side locks down, which curled slightly at the end.
Kat looked at herself in the mirror in her room. She had to admit she looked stunning. The white fabric of her dress fell in all the right paces, accentuating her smoothly rounded hips. The dress seemed to favor her cleavage a little more than desired but all in all, she looked damn good for someone one the edge of a nervous breakdown. Okay, so maybe the whole being-an-elf-in-Middle-earth-thing was slowly sinking in, but no one said that this was a desirable situation.
Tinuviel came walking back over to Kat once she was dresses and ready to go. She was carrying a small silver box.
"Does My Lady wish to wear her pendant tonight?"
Kat raised an eyebrow. What pendant? Tinuviel walked over and placed the box in her hand.
"Your pendant of position?"
Kat eyed Tinuviel before opening the box. She froze. Inside was a pendant of silver and emerald, the same one she had found before being brought to Middle-earth. She brushed a finger over the huge emerald on the pendant. The other spoke up as she examined it. The pendant was called the Aldamire, the Tree Jewel. Her position was princess. Princess? 'Oh, that's just bloody great,' thought Kat. 'First I'm an elf, and now I'm a bleedin' princess.' But the other didn't stop there. It continued. She was Elenril, princess of Aelin-Brethil, near Fanghorn Forest. Her mother was Luinuial, Queen of Aelin-Brethil. Still, the other had no emotional memories of any of these people or places. 'And why the hell can't you tell me all these things at once?' thought Kat as she scolded her inner lexicon.
"Everything is on a need to know basis."
Kat sighed as she allowed Tinuviel to place the pendant around her neck. Things were starting to get weirder and weirder.
The two elves made their way to where they would be dining that night. The dining hall was surprisingly small, but as Kat looked around, she realized that it was more of a private affair than she realized. Kat had thought all the elves of Rivendell dined together but there were only six seated at the table. At the head of the table was Lord Elrond. On his left was a she-elf who looked much like Elrond. 'Must be Arwen,' thought Kat as she remembered facts from the book. Next to Arwen was Legolas. On Elrond's right was Carandil. Kat took a seat next to her brother. On Kat's right was an elf she had never seen before. She had dark brown hair with light hazel eyes. According to the other, this was Daewen of Rivendell. The other had no other information of her, though Daewen did give Kat a particularly nasty look as she sat next to her. Tinuviel sat next to Legolas.
"Lady Elenril," began Elrond as he smiled warmly at her, "how lovely it is to see you finally feeling well again."
Kat nodded at him politely.
"Lord Elrond says you will be leaving for Mirkwood tomorrow," said Carandil. "Will you be returning to Aelin-Brethil soon."
Kat simply shrugged. She didn't know where Aelin-Brethin or Mirkwood was let alone when she would return or go. Hell, she didn't even know she was leaving for Mirkwood the next day.
Dinner continued on rather quietly. Elrond and Carandil conversed quietly as did Arwen and Legolas. Tinuviel kept sending her questioning glances as she caught Kat looking at Legolas. She smiled timidly in return but couldn't help but look at the blonde elf. He seemed to be having a casual conversation with Arwen but his body language and the expression on his face was quite closed.
Legolas looked from Arwen to Kat, catching her looking at him. She quickly, though not discreetly, looked down to her own plate. Legolas raised an eyebrow at her actions but said nothing and returned to Arwen.
Daewen had watched this whole scene unfold in front of her. She leaned over to Kat and whispered in her ear.
"Planning on another go with him are you?"
Kat shot a look of surprise at this elf. What was she talking about? Daewen shot her own sneer at Kat before returning to her own plate. Kat looked from Daewen to Tinuviel. She was also looking at Daewen. Kat gave her a look of confusion, which Tinuviel clearly understood.
Kat walked alone on her way back to her room. She had some packing to do. As she rounded a corner, a strong hand gripped her by the forearm and pulled her against the wall. After Kat got over the initial shock, she realized it was Daewen who had grabbed her.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing Elenril," Daewen spit out her name harshly. "You fucked up your chance with him already, don't you fuck up mine."
Kat tore her arm away from the elf's grasp and started back down the corridor.
"Give it up Elenril. Don't you have some other elf man you can open your legs to?" yelled Daewen as Kat retreated down the hall.
Kat stormed into her room and threw herself onto her bed. She was angry with Daewen for making such comments to her, but she was angrier with Elenril. What had she left Kat to deal with and where was she? If Kat was in her body, Elenril must be back in England, in her body. Kat cringed at the thought. Elenril seemed to have some sort of reputation. Kat did not know what Elenril did to gain such, but it couldn't be good. Legolas hated her for some reason and no doubt Elenril did something to him. Daewen didn't seem to like her much either. If this was just two of the elves she had met so far, Kat couldn't imagine how many elves in Middle-earth hated her.
Kat's thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of Tinuviel. She sat up quickly and wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall out of frustration and anger. Tinuviel had a worried look on her face as she paced the room.
"I saw Daewen exit the dining room after you and grew worried. Did she confront you?" Tinuviel sat next to Kat on the giant elven bed. Kat nodded. "What did she say?"
Kat grabbed a makeshift pad of parchment and a quill off her bedside table and began scribbling the harsh words Daewen had used when addressing her. Tinuviel grabbed the pad and read what Kat had written. For some reason, she didn't seem surprised.
"Well, Daewen has always been quite a jealous person, but what is all this business with you being interested in Legolas? You dismissed him years ago. Why would you ever renew your interests in him?"
Kat looked up at Tinuviel in confusion. What was she talking about? What had Elenril done to Legolas? Tinuviel frowned at Kat's puzzled look.
"Don't tell me you do not remember what happened between you two."
Kat's look did not change.
"This must be some sickness for you not to remember that whole ordeal," Tinuviel sighed heavily. "Maybe as I start to tell you, you will remember. As I recall, Legolas had grown quite fond you. He asked your mother for consent to marry and she gave it. On your wedding day, you never showed up."
As Tinuviel spoke, it sparked images from Elenril's memory. She had agreed to marry Legolas. On her wedding day, she chose to accompany a hunting party instead, leaving Legolas, his father, her mother, and all their wedding guest to wonder where she was. When Legolas had confronted her, she had told him it simply slipped her mind.
'No wonder he hates Elenril,' thought Kat. She grabbed the pad back from Tinuviel and quickly scribbled another question. She handed the pad back to Tinuviel who laughed in response. Kat did not seem to think the question was so funny.
"Oh come on Elenril, your memory cannot be that incomplete," said Tinuviel, still laughing. Kat shot her a glare that suggested that in could be. Tinuviel stopped laughing and answered the question "When Daewen asked if you had any other elf men to open you legs to, she wasn't being vindictive. You have plenty of other men you can turn to, you always have."
Realization suddenly dawned on Kat. Elenril had a reputation of being a slut, an elf slut. She could have any man she wanted, when she wanted. Obviously, Daewen had something for Legolas and she was afraid Elenril was going to steal him away.
"Cheer up my friend," said Tinuviel as she stood up to leave. "You will no longer have to spend time with these people once you are healed and ready to go back to Aelin-Brethil. Your men friends will be anxiously awaiting your return."
She gave Kat one more smile before kissing her gently on the forehead and leaving the room. After she was gone, Kat threw herself back on the bed. Packing could wait until morning. She had much contemplating to do over the wrench thrown into her once well-ordered life.
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This chapter was kinda short but it was the best place to stop. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, and keep them coming. You know you are all itching to push that little button in the corner.
By the way, if anyone reading this has an idea for a title for this fic, let me know. I feel kind of stupid just calling it "Untitled"
Responses:
Joanne "Jo" March: Wow, thank you so much. I'm glad you like my descriptions. Unfortunately, they don't come natural to me at all. I work really hard to write everything with enough description. I'm glad you like my story as well. I really like writing this and I'm glad there are a few people who like it. Hope to see you in the next review.
Anon: Thank you for the nice reviews. I'm glad you like my fic.
Cute-kitty: Wow, thank you. Was it really amazing? I'm glad you thing so. Hope you like this chapter, even though it was kind of short.
By penpunk
Disclaimer: All LotR characters and such belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Chapter 3: Truth Revealed
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After being cooped up in her room for three days straight, Kat finally convinced Tinuviel that she was healthy enough to leave and enjoy the various sights of Rivendell. True, she still didn't know why she was in Middle-earth and her voice was still MIA, but if she was going to be here for a while, she had better make the best of it.
She had read the Tolkien books once when she was a teenager but nothing could have prepared her for the beauty of the realm of the Elves. Everything: the buildings, statues, and trees, looked old and fragile, yet strong and beautiful at the same time. Everything had detail that made even the most mundane thing spectacular.
Her wanderings led her to a large room at the center of Rivendell. Inside, vastly huge paintings and murals covered the walls as well as lengthy descriptions telling a story about each picture. Kat was awed by the fact that she could read the words as if they were a giant newspaper. One mural struck a chord of familiarity in her. It showed a dark figure looming over a man with a broken sword. She read the words below the painting. She knew this as the story of the One Ring. Kat turned from the painting. Behind her was a statue of a sitting woman. A broken sword lay on her lap. The shards of Narsil. She passes a hand over her dry lips. The detail was too real, her senses where too stimulated. The last hope of this all being a dream crumbled.
It was true; she was in Middle-earth. She walked unsteadily over to a bench, her shaking legs unable to support her weight. She couldn't take it all in. Her senses were on overload.
And she was alone. Totally alone. Alone with black hair and pointed ears.
"Okay Kat, calm down," she thought. "Let's just go over everything that has happened so far."
A week ago, she was in England with her sister. Six days ago, she was brought to this. . . this alternate universe. She was found by two blonde elf men, one of who hates her, or rather Elenril, for some unknown reason. Three days ago, she woke up to find that she was in someone else's body. Now, she had confirmed that she was actually in Middle-earth.
Oh, this is just bleedin' great.
Kat was slightly startled when someone came from behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned around quickly.
"Elenril, are you feeling well?" asked Tinuviel as she sat next to Kat. Kat nodded in return. She studied her companion's features in the unusually dim room. Tinuviel had long dark auburn hair with jade green eyes. As with all elves it seemed, she was tall and slender. Kat liked Tinuviel. She was a loyal friend, never leaving her side for more than an hour or two. "I have come to tell you that Lord Elrond requests your presences tonight at dinner."
Kat nodded her head in confirmation. Tinuviel stood up and started to walk away, but stopped and turned.
"Well Ele? Are you coming or not?" asked Tinuviel with a smile. Oh, she meant now? Kat smiled a little nervously before standing up and following the elf.
Before going to dinner, Tinuviel and Kat went up to change. Apparently, on her way to Rivendell, Elenril had been riding a horse. The horse was found riderless on the boarders of Rivendell by some elves. The horse had been carrying all of Elenril's belongings, which were now in her room. Kat wondered at Elenril's style choices. All her dresses seemed a little tighter and more revealing then the other elven women. After a few minutes of debating, Kat decided on a white silk dress with an overlay of sheer beaded fabric. Tinuviel helped her with her hair, tying parts of it back with a silver, leaf-shaped clasp. She left Kat's long side locks down, which curled slightly at the end.
Kat looked at herself in the mirror in her room. She had to admit she looked stunning. The white fabric of her dress fell in all the right paces, accentuating her smoothly rounded hips. The dress seemed to favor her cleavage a little more than desired but all in all, she looked damn good for someone one the edge of a nervous breakdown. Okay, so maybe the whole being-an-elf-in-Middle-earth-thing was slowly sinking in, but no one said that this was a desirable situation.
Tinuviel came walking back over to Kat once she was dresses and ready to go. She was carrying a small silver box.
"Does My Lady wish to wear her pendant tonight?"
Kat raised an eyebrow. What pendant? Tinuviel walked over and placed the box in her hand.
"Your pendant of position?"
Kat eyed Tinuviel before opening the box. She froze. Inside was a pendant of silver and emerald, the same one she had found before being brought to Middle-earth. She brushed a finger over the huge emerald on the pendant. The other spoke up as she examined it. The pendant was called the Aldamire, the Tree Jewel. Her position was princess. Princess? 'Oh, that's just bloody great,' thought Kat. 'First I'm an elf, and now I'm a bleedin' princess.' But the other didn't stop there. It continued. She was Elenril, princess of Aelin-Brethil, near Fanghorn Forest. Her mother was Luinuial, Queen of Aelin-Brethil. Still, the other had no emotional memories of any of these people or places. 'And why the hell can't you tell me all these things at once?' thought Kat as she scolded her inner lexicon.
"Everything is on a need to know basis."
Kat sighed as she allowed Tinuviel to place the pendant around her neck. Things were starting to get weirder and weirder.
The two elves made their way to where they would be dining that night. The dining hall was surprisingly small, but as Kat looked around, she realized that it was more of a private affair than she realized. Kat had thought all the elves of Rivendell dined together but there were only six seated at the table. At the head of the table was Lord Elrond. On his left was a she-elf who looked much like Elrond. 'Must be Arwen,' thought Kat as she remembered facts from the book. Next to Arwen was Legolas. On Elrond's right was Carandil. Kat took a seat next to her brother. On Kat's right was an elf she had never seen before. She had dark brown hair with light hazel eyes. According to the other, this was Daewen of Rivendell. The other had no other information of her, though Daewen did give Kat a particularly nasty look as she sat next to her. Tinuviel sat next to Legolas.
"Lady Elenril," began Elrond as he smiled warmly at her, "how lovely it is to see you finally feeling well again."
Kat nodded at him politely.
"Lord Elrond says you will be leaving for Mirkwood tomorrow," said Carandil. "Will you be returning to Aelin-Brethil soon."
Kat simply shrugged. She didn't know where Aelin-Brethin or Mirkwood was let alone when she would return or go. Hell, she didn't even know she was leaving for Mirkwood the next day.
Dinner continued on rather quietly. Elrond and Carandil conversed quietly as did Arwen and Legolas. Tinuviel kept sending her questioning glances as she caught Kat looking at Legolas. She smiled timidly in return but couldn't help but look at the blonde elf. He seemed to be having a casual conversation with Arwen but his body language and the expression on his face was quite closed.
Legolas looked from Arwen to Kat, catching her looking at him. She quickly, though not discreetly, looked down to her own plate. Legolas raised an eyebrow at her actions but said nothing and returned to Arwen.
Daewen had watched this whole scene unfold in front of her. She leaned over to Kat and whispered in her ear.
"Planning on another go with him are you?"
Kat shot a look of surprise at this elf. What was she talking about? Daewen shot her own sneer at Kat before returning to her own plate. Kat looked from Daewen to Tinuviel. She was also looking at Daewen. Kat gave her a look of confusion, which Tinuviel clearly understood.
Kat walked alone on her way back to her room. She had some packing to do. As she rounded a corner, a strong hand gripped her by the forearm and pulled her against the wall. After Kat got over the initial shock, she realized it was Daewen who had grabbed her.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing Elenril," Daewen spit out her name harshly. "You fucked up your chance with him already, don't you fuck up mine."
Kat tore her arm away from the elf's grasp and started back down the corridor.
"Give it up Elenril. Don't you have some other elf man you can open your legs to?" yelled Daewen as Kat retreated down the hall.
Kat stormed into her room and threw herself onto her bed. She was angry with Daewen for making such comments to her, but she was angrier with Elenril. What had she left Kat to deal with and where was she? If Kat was in her body, Elenril must be back in England, in her body. Kat cringed at the thought. Elenril seemed to have some sort of reputation. Kat did not know what Elenril did to gain such, but it couldn't be good. Legolas hated her for some reason and no doubt Elenril did something to him. Daewen didn't seem to like her much either. If this was just two of the elves she had met so far, Kat couldn't imagine how many elves in Middle-earth hated her.
Kat's thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of Tinuviel. She sat up quickly and wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall out of frustration and anger. Tinuviel had a worried look on her face as she paced the room.
"I saw Daewen exit the dining room after you and grew worried. Did she confront you?" Tinuviel sat next to Kat on the giant elven bed. Kat nodded. "What did she say?"
Kat grabbed a makeshift pad of parchment and a quill off her bedside table and began scribbling the harsh words Daewen had used when addressing her. Tinuviel grabbed the pad and read what Kat had written. For some reason, she didn't seem surprised.
"Well, Daewen has always been quite a jealous person, but what is all this business with you being interested in Legolas? You dismissed him years ago. Why would you ever renew your interests in him?"
Kat looked up at Tinuviel in confusion. What was she talking about? What had Elenril done to Legolas? Tinuviel frowned at Kat's puzzled look.
"Don't tell me you do not remember what happened between you two."
Kat's look did not change.
"This must be some sickness for you not to remember that whole ordeal," Tinuviel sighed heavily. "Maybe as I start to tell you, you will remember. As I recall, Legolas had grown quite fond you. He asked your mother for consent to marry and she gave it. On your wedding day, you never showed up."
As Tinuviel spoke, it sparked images from Elenril's memory. She had agreed to marry Legolas. On her wedding day, she chose to accompany a hunting party instead, leaving Legolas, his father, her mother, and all their wedding guest to wonder where she was. When Legolas had confronted her, she had told him it simply slipped her mind.
'No wonder he hates Elenril,' thought Kat. She grabbed the pad back from Tinuviel and quickly scribbled another question. She handed the pad back to Tinuviel who laughed in response. Kat did not seem to think the question was so funny.
"Oh come on Elenril, your memory cannot be that incomplete," said Tinuviel, still laughing. Kat shot her a glare that suggested that in could be. Tinuviel stopped laughing and answered the question "When Daewen asked if you had any other elf men to open you legs to, she wasn't being vindictive. You have plenty of other men you can turn to, you always have."
Realization suddenly dawned on Kat. Elenril had a reputation of being a slut, an elf slut. She could have any man she wanted, when she wanted. Obviously, Daewen had something for Legolas and she was afraid Elenril was going to steal him away.
"Cheer up my friend," said Tinuviel as she stood up to leave. "You will no longer have to spend time with these people once you are healed and ready to go back to Aelin-Brethil. Your men friends will be anxiously awaiting your return."
She gave Kat one more smile before kissing her gently on the forehead and leaving the room. After she was gone, Kat threw herself back on the bed. Packing could wait until morning. She had much contemplating to do over the wrench thrown into her once well-ordered life.
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This chapter was kinda short but it was the best place to stop. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, and keep them coming. You know you are all itching to push that little button in the corner.
By the way, if anyone reading this has an idea for a title for this fic, let me know. I feel kind of stupid just calling it "Untitled"
Responses:
Joanne "Jo" March: Wow, thank you so much. I'm glad you like my descriptions. Unfortunately, they don't come natural to me at all. I work really hard to write everything with enough description. I'm glad you like my story as well. I really like writing this and I'm glad there are a few people who like it. Hope to see you in the next review.
Anon: Thank you for the nice reviews. I'm glad you like my fic.
Cute-kitty: Wow, thank you. Was it really amazing? I'm glad you thing so. Hope you like this chapter, even though it was kind of short.