The next morning Elladan went to check on Bridget, partly because she was so foreign, and partly because he was intrigued. When he stepped into the room he was surprised to see the balcony doors thrown open and the curtains fluttering in the wind.
"Bridget?" he said in question. But he received no answer. The girl stood on the balcony, her hair flowing madly about her pale cheeks. She was singing something softly. Her voice, he noted, was not good by elven standards, but for a human it was average. He couldn't understand the words.
"What is that song in common?" he asked, coming up beside her. When she turned he was surprised to see the tear tracks on her face.
"Common?" she asked, but it was in her own tongue. She blinked, seeming to realize what was wrong. "How do I know this...common?" she asked, this time in common.
"Is it not spoken in your land?"
"In my land, English, my language, is common."
"Speak this...English..."
"Hello Elladan, do you know that thousands of girl all over the internet are madly in love with you?" she asked. Elladan glanced at her, having heard his name. He gazed at her suspiciously when she broke off into a fit of laughter. She smiled at him and he glared at her. Then she turned away.
"Elladan, what if...I just want to go home? I don't want to be here. It is lovely, but it is not home. I hate this!" He stared at her. How could on hate middle-earth?
"Bridgie, what is wrong with Imladris?"
"Imlawhat?"
"Imladris, or Rivendell."
"Oh."
"Bridgie? You didn't answer."
"Well, wouldn't you hate my home? It just isn't right, Elladan, I shouldn't be here."
"May you are supposed to be?"
"No. Something's wrong, maybe some guy who could save you, or Mary-sue could. But not me."
"a Mary-sue?" Elladan was entirely perplexed at this statement.
"You said you wanted to see the stable, there is time b s before breakfast."
"Only if Nengel can come." He nodded and went to find aid elleth. When they arrived back at Bridget's room the girl was yelling at something in her language.
"Stupid dress! Go on! No! Don't do that! FOR GODS SAKE!" At the sound of fabric hitting the floor Nengel smiled knowingly and stepped into the room. Elladan could vaguely hear her saying,
"Here, let me help tithen pen." When the two females emerged Elladan smiled. Bridget looked entirely disgruntled and uncomfortable in the green dress. Nengel was practically dragging the girl from the room.
"Bloody elves!" she swore in her own language. Elladan raised an eyebrow.
"Pardon?" She rolled her eyes at him. Elladan sighed, this child was very...odd.
When Elrond entered the room he was surprised to find no one in it. Sighing he decided to go down to the stables to make arrangements for the Lorien elves who would be visiting for the summer. When he entered the building he saw Bridget gently stroking the noise of a chestnut mare.
"What is her name?" the girl asked.
"Hirilych. Lady of Horses, a fine mare sired by my favorite stallion."
"She is beautiful, hey, who is that?"
"Oh my, they are early!" Elladan whispered to his father as Arwen walked in. They heard a squeak from the corner of the room.
"Holy shi-" the girl began. She backed up worriedly but at that moment Arwen embraced her father, and Bridget was forgotten. That is until they heard a small wimper and the sound of a body crashing to the floor. The four Rivendell elves stared at the spot where Bridget had been standing for a minute, and then at the spot on the floor where she now was.
"Elrond, what did I do?" Galadriel said confused.
"I must speak to you immediately about this child, her name is Bridget, from what she told me of it's meaning the closet in our tongue would be Alvisthel, or Breghel possibly." That was the last Elladan could catch before they were out of earshot. He moved over to Bridget, and could feel Arwen's eyes on him.
"Yes?"
"Who is she," the elleth asked.
"One of Ada's strays, she's called Bridgie."
"I am NOT a stray!" the girl on the floor slurred, slowly sitting up. She looked at Arwen.
"Oh my god, am I dead? I have now seen TWO angels!"
"That would be Daernana and me, I am Arwen, Daernana is Lady Galadriel." Suddenly Bridget's eyes got huge and she backed up.
"G-Galadriel? You mean like the mystical mind reading elf lady?" It was hard not to know SOMTHING with a friend like Jess.
"Sure?" And for the third time in two days...
Bridget Bishop fainted.
As Elladan lay her down in her bed he glared at Arwen. "You really need to stop making her faint you know." Arwen glared back.
"You like her, don't you?"
"She's nice, she is sort of like another Estel."
"Estel?"
"Umm..."
"Elladan Elrondion..." she growled. Elladan laughed and dove under the bed.
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It was nearly dinner time and Elladan, Elrohir, Estel, and Nengel were sitting with Bridget when she finally woke up. Shortly there after Arwen entered the room.
"My Lady, she had awoken," Nengel said quietly. The lady Arwen was very kind, but she seemed distant from the family since Celebrían's death, not the playmate the servant had known.
"Nengel?"
"I am here tithen pen, how do you feel?"
"Like I crashed into the floor twice today," Bridget responded dryly. Nengel chuckled. Then she saw Arwen and went limp.
"That is it! Arwen! Get out! We can not have her feinting every other minute!" he was interrupted by quiet laughter from the bed. Elladan stared open mouthed at the girl who had just tricked them.
"Nengel?"
"Yes tithen pen?"
"How long have I been out?" her stomach grumbled.
"Long enough to not have eaten, come tithen pen, we shall take you down to dinner," Elladan replied.
"Thank you." He smiled at her and the small group of elves, and humans went downstairs.
"My Lords, where is she to sit, certainly not..."
"Thank you Nengel, but she is an honored guest and..." this part was whispered, "I do not wish her to sit with unfamiliar elves, she will be in between Estel and one of us," Elladan told the servant. Nengel nodded and smiled. Slowly walking off. Elladan turned his attention back to the feast room, he could feel the girl sliding closer to Estel and himself, he smiled and gently squeezed her shoulder, blinking as she flinched.
"Goheno nin, tithen pen, do not fear. All is well," he told her gently. She was slowly getting paler with every step they took.
"Bloody hell, bloody hell..." she was murmuring over and over. Elladan listened to the odd sounds and syllables of a language he didn't understand. Elrond smiled at his children and guest.
"Lord Thranduil, Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, may I introduce my son Estel, and..." he faltered, how to explain the presence of the girl to Thranduil, who barely tolerated Estel, "Erm, his cousin," again he stopped, Thranduil would be suspicious of an non-elvish name.
"Palanél," Elladan supplied quickly. Bridget bit her lip not understanding what the name meant.
"Distant star, what an interesting name little one," he spoke in Sindarin. The girl as rapidly paling.
"She does not speak Sindarin, when she got here she was badly wounded by orcs, she refuses to speak the language and it must be slowly taught to her in time," Estel made up the story quickly, knowing it was one the elven King could relate to. It was not that they didn't trust Thranduil, but he was rash, and they didn't need him getting in the way.
"Well, your name is quite pretty child." She nodded and smiled, forgetting she shouldn't speak her own language.
"Thank you uh...Sir. Elladan...who is he?" everyone stared at her and she blushed crimson. But suddenly she could think of the words in Westron, a voice flitted through her head. You were given the words to say all you could, and now they are taken, Bridget Palanél. She froze and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Elladan, I can't talk! I don't remember westron, Elladan! Estel!" Estel was closest, so he did the only thing he could do, he hugged her and whispered to her in elvish, she was frantic, she clutched his tunic and sobbed. Elrond looked worriedly at her.
"Galadriel, what happened?" he thought.
"The Westron speech has been taken from her. She will have to learn Sindarin." was the answer. He sighed, immediately understanding the girl's hysteria.
"Estel, please take your cousin back to her chamber, and grab Nengel, see if she will not calm down."
Estel was forced to pick the girl up to control her struggling. He felt bad for her, poor child. Whatever had happened was upsetting her incredibly.
Sorry it took so long, I wrote the chapter three times, but my computer deleted it tree out of four. So it's short. But that's where it ended. SO, who wants to see her wear leggings? Or should she stick to dresses?