The next day, Elrond and Aragorn left Rory in the care of another healer, and
went to seek those who need to know what has happened, the members of the
interrupted council.
As they entered the room where the council had reconvened, they were besieged with
questions. 'Do you know who she is yet, Will the woman live', and from the
Dwarves, 'Is she dangerous?'
'No, she is not dangerous, she will live, and yes I know her', replied Elrond.
'I will also now tell you what I know of her, her name is Rory Mitchell, she is
a warrior woman, and she is from our future.'
Complete disbelief was mirrored on every face present. Aragorn had decided to
sit down and stay quiet and leave this all to Elrond to explain, he was nearly
as much in the dark as everyone else here.
Elrond commenced speaking 'During the Last Alliance, the hosts of the Elves and
Men held siege on Mt Doom for seven years. In this time, many strange and
wondrous things happened. But none so strange as Rory. I first met her five years
into the siege; Celeborn brought an intruder into Gil-Galad's command post. We at
first thought he brought a mortal boy, one who struggled and fought like a dozen
wildcats. Celeborn was bleeding from bite and scratch wounds, and he handled his
captive none too gently. As they entered the room, somehow the captive managed
to obtain Celeborn's knife, and then kicked Celeborn's feet out from under him
in a remarkable move that I have never seen duplicated. We were reluctant to
assist Celeborn out of fear of actually hurting him while aiding him. Eventually
he regained his knife, only to be kicked hard in the chest, I sprang on the captive
and pinned his arms, it was then with her clothes ripped in the fight, we
realised the 'boy' was actually a mortal woman.
She was hissing will rage and trying her best to launch another assault on
Celeborn; her strength was amazing, it took me all my time to hold her. And her
language! I had never heard some of insults she was hurling! Celeborn ignored
her, and King Elendil who was present asked her who she was. Her answer was to
spit at him. Gil-Galad then repeated the question 'Who are you?' to her, she
stared and then snarled back at him, 'What in all the pits of hell are you,
pointy-ears?'. We had enough of her aggression then, and bound her and told her
that when she was in a more reasonable frame of mind she would be questioned.
Interestingly she seemed very afraid of all Elves once she realised we were not
people she had encountered before.
The next day we commenced questioning her, as she showed such fear of Elves it
was decided that Gil-Galad and I would speak with her, as it was felt she may well
respond to our questions from fear alone. Celeborn refused to help, she was his
captive initially, he said he never wished to set eyes on such a wildcat again.
He did say that he caught her snooping outside the command post, and assumed she
was a spy in league with the enemy.'