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Chapter 3
The next week flew by for Elenath. Her life was a flury of packing, organizing and practicing with her new gifts from the elves. Gandalf had her practice controlling her magic almost every day, and by the time they were ready to leave, she was exhausted.
"Hurry, my child. We mustn't be late getting to Rivendale."Gandalf called to her, waiting outside their house with two horses, both packed and ready to go." As patient as the elves are, I'm sure they don't want to wait for too long."
Elenath appeared, panting, and carrying yet another bag. She didn't want to leave anything behind and had nearly emptied her room out with the stuff she wanted to bring.
"You're going to kill your horse with all the stuff you're bringing. It'll be too heavy for him." He grumbled.
"Don't worry. If the horse collapses I'll carry it and my stuff."She replied, somewhat cheekily. Gandalf just grumbled again and turned to leave, while Elenath struggled to get on her horse. Horseback riding wasn't one of her strong points.
An hour later, the two were well on their way across the plains of Rohan. They would follow the river Anduin (a/n: or in English,"The Great River") until it met with the River Entwash, and then they would follow the small river known as Snowbourn. That would take them to Edoras, and from there they would cross the fords of Isengard, pass Isengard, then follow the Hithaeglir mountain range to Rivendale. It was a long and perilous journey, but Gandalf deemed it necessary to go to Rivendale.
"Gandalf, when are we stopping, my butt hurts,"Elenath whined. She had been like this for the whole hour they had been on the road. "How much longer till we're there?"
Gandalf sighed." Do shut up Elenath. You know we have a long ways to go. If it will make it better, I'll silence you with a charm so you won't be able to talk." Elenath promptly shut up.
10 minutes later:
"Gandalf I'm hungry! Are we there yet so we can eat? I'm starving!"
Gandalf sighed with anger(a/n: Gandalf sighs a lot).
"You know, Elenath, I wasn't kidding about that silence charm. If you annoy once more, I'll make sure you don't annoy anyone ever again!"
Elenath stuck out her tongue at him and rode ahead of him, sulking.
But by the time they had set up camp Elenath had forgotten she was sulking, and about Gandalfs threat, and was chatting away animatedly to Gandalf and to herself. Gandlaf didn't say anything, because, quite honestly it had been a boring ride without Elenath talking.
By the time their camp was set up, it was really late, so the two ate in relative silence, as Elenath still hadn't shut up. Gandalf once again had to threaten her with a silencing charm to make her quiet. Elenath once again started to sulk, and sunk into her blanket and fell asleep. It wasn't a very peaceful sleep, for as soon as she shut her eyes, she started to dream.
It started out in a peaceful area, it reminded her like the time Gandalf had shown her the beach. A great and majestic voice filled the air. Elenath realized she had heard it before, but couldn't pinpoint it. Later, when she tried to remember it, she would say it sounded familiar, like a mothers, whose voice you just knew, without knowing who was speaking.
Daughter of the gods,
Destroyer of men,
The one whose path is chosen by them.
Wielding the power of light and dark,
She decides the fate of all,
Whether man will become great, or fall.
The one whose life is connected to all,
The one who is welcomed by elves,
She is the one welcomed by bells.
She whose path is fraught with peril,
go with those who command fate,
She will lead them, will be their bait.
Sooooo...
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I would like to say sorry to the people who reviewed my story, because my computer was messed up for the longest time(which is why I didn't write another chappy for a while) and I didn't get any of your reviews. Either that, or noone reviewed my story. Hmm...