Author's Note:
I'll just like to take this opportunity to thank my friend Tom whom has
kindly gone through all these chapters and correct all my grammatical and
spelling errors. Thanks Tom! I really appreciated all the help and advice
you gave me! Although I never realised how many typos and mistakes I make!
(Ps. amidly: not a word after all, you were right :D) And English is
"supposed" to be my best subject too. *Argh*!
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CHAPTER 2:
'Arwen? Do you remember who I am?' the other man asked me, scrutinising me like a scientific specimen.
'Uh. Elrond the Lord of Rivendell?' I guessed, pulling out the first name that came to me.
'Excellent!' the other man exclaimed, looking relief. 'I think Arwen's fine now,' he said to Aragorn. 'Now, excuse me, I have to find young Master Frodo and talk to him about the Ring.'
'The Ring?' I blurted out. 'As in the One Ring that Sauron created to rule the world?'
'I think her memory is perfectly fine. Yes, my daughter.' He smiled and swept out of the room, without another word. Am I in the Fellowship of the Ring?
Aragorn came up to me and placed his brown arm on my shoulder. I gazed at him through the mirror. He was wearing a dull brown shirt with matching brown tight tights (which I might say emphasises his . uh *cough*. knees. yes, it emphasises his KNEES). He was about 6 foot and funnily enough I came up to just under the tips of his ears - which makes me 5 foot 10. This is one wicked dream; I like it. I'd always wanted to be taller and now I've just grown 6 inches. Ah!
'You've been asleep for nearly 2 days. Would you like to eat something? Or perhaps if you are well enough, would you like to join the Feast?' Aragorn suggested.
I felt my stomach growling. 'Yeah, sure,' I said, awkwardly. I glanced at down at my nightgown (so my concussion is kind enough to make me taller, but there it goes spoiling it all by dressing me in nighties! Urgh, I hate dresses!). 'First I need to change.'
'Of course,' he said smoothly. 'I'll wait for you downstairs at the Feast.' He kissed me on the cheek (aww, how gentleman-like!) and left me.
I opened the wardrobe and sighed. Every dress in it was in shades of white. What is wrong with my head? I chose a flowing WHITE dress that was prettily embroidered with silver thread, and slipped it on. Finding no hair ties, I braided my hair and hooked it on with a pearl pin. In less than a minute, I was finding my way to the Great Hall, which wasn't very hard since everyone seemed to be wandering that way. I was in a daze; my mind thinking about where I am and who I am.
'Good afternoon, Lady Arwen, daughter of Elrond,' an old thin man with long white hair and beard greeted me.
I strained my brain on who he could be. Not a servant, he seemed too well dressed to be one. A wizard, I guess. Which one? Gandalf or Saruman? Hold on wasn't Saruman evil? He wouldn't be at an Elf's Feast. 'Oh hello, Gandalf-the-Grey!' Please be the right guy.
'I heard you had a nasty accident involving young Pippin, whom Aragorn has skinned,' the wizard laughed heartily. I released a laugh, more of a relieved laugh.
I strolled into the hall; I somehow sensed that my seat was in the middle of the table under a canopy, so I made my way to it. The Great Hall was wide, spacious and beautiful decorated; filled with countless paintings, several different folks and of course various delicious-smelling foods. I tried to eat daintily because many eyes were on me, like one particular short man staring at me like he was hypnotized.
'Who is that?' I asked a lanky blond-haired guy (an elf I assume? Actually he probably is an elf: he has the cutest pointed ears) next to me, jerking my head.
'Frodo Baggins, a hobbit of the Shire, son of Drogo, nephew of Bilbo and also the current Ringbearer,' he replied, biting off a hunk of his white bread. 'And you must be Lady Arwen, daughter of him!' He pointed his half- eaten bread at Elrond, who was talking avidly to Gandalf at the head of the long table.
'And you are?'
He flashed me a wide smile showing his straight even teeth. 'Legolas Greenleaf, son and messenger of Thranduil, King of Elves of Northern Mirkwood!' He took a deep breath in. 'Don't you just hate introducing yourself, way too long!' he grumbled, stabbing his meat. 'There was this one time when - ' He was interrupted by two short men, probably hobbits, clearing their throats.
'Excuse me, fair Lady Arwen,' one of them said. 'Meriadoc Brandybuck, the folks call me Merry, at your service. Pippin here wants a word, my Lady.'
The other hobbit flushed and shifted his feet. 'I would like to apologize for my falling on you. And-and please don't punish me, for Aragorn son of Arathorn has seen to that already.'
I was about to say, 'not to worry' or something light like that, when Legolas butted in. 'What did Aragorn do?' he asked, laughing, choking on his bread.
While Pippin explained, blushing, Legolas laughed tossing his hair back, strongly reminding me of a flirtatious cheerleader.
I watched Pippin getting more and more embarrassed, and then I cracked. 'Oh shut up, Legolas!' I snapped. 'Give it a rest! And Pippin, thank you for your apology! You are forgiven, so you and Merry go on back to your seat.' Pippin and Merry skidded away. Legolas was looking stunned. I guess maybe the Arwen he's used to have never blown up on anyone.
'I'm sorry, Legolas, but you're soo mean. How could you torment Pippin like that?' I cried.
'If I may speak, my Lady. I ask for forgiveness please,' Legolas said meekly. In the bright light of the chandelier, I must say he was really good looking - his light blue eyes perfectly shaped and his hair were like shimmering gold, falling past his shoulders. He bowed his head, going red slightly. I felt bad for yelling at him.
'Don't worry about it, okay?' I said. Legolas glanced up at me, a mystified expression on his face. 'Where is Aragorn?' I asked, scanning the crowded table, but he was nowhere to be seen. 'He said he was meeting me here.'
'I do not know, my Lady,' said Legolas.
'Please, call me Alis - umm, I mean Arwen. I don't particularly like titles.' Legolas gave me an odd sideward glance, and slowly nodded.
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The Feast ended finally after 2 maybe 3 hours later. I was stuffed. Is it possible to feel really full in dreams? Elrond rose and I followed suit, feeling it would be the right thing to do. He strode into another large hall, this one with blazing fires on the sides. Beautiful, rather enchanting music was playing. Elrond moved towards a small sleeping figure, beckoning to Frodo who had followed after us. I heard Frodo's cry of surprise, 'Bilbo!' and then a 'Hullo, Frodo my lad!' from the small figure that had awakened. I hovered awkwardly around wondering where I should be now.
Legolas saved me. 'Shall we leave the reunion of two absent-minded hobbits?' he grinned, taking my arm. I smiled gratefully. He steered me into a garden and to a bench. It was a nice spot surrounded by tall shrubs. Legolas fiddled with his hair.
Honestly! How conceited can one get? I thought, amused.
I was beginning to wonder why Legolas had brought me here and was not saying anything. Finally, after a long pause, Legolas finally spoke, quietly with no expressions. He looked me straight in the eye, a determined and intense gleam in his eyes.
'Tell me the truth please,' he said. 'You're not Lady Arwen, daughter of Elrond, are you?'
*****
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CHAPTER 2:
'Arwen? Do you remember who I am?' the other man asked me, scrutinising me like a scientific specimen.
'Uh. Elrond the Lord of Rivendell?' I guessed, pulling out the first name that came to me.
'Excellent!' the other man exclaimed, looking relief. 'I think Arwen's fine now,' he said to Aragorn. 'Now, excuse me, I have to find young Master Frodo and talk to him about the Ring.'
'The Ring?' I blurted out. 'As in the One Ring that Sauron created to rule the world?'
'I think her memory is perfectly fine. Yes, my daughter.' He smiled and swept out of the room, without another word. Am I in the Fellowship of the Ring?
Aragorn came up to me and placed his brown arm on my shoulder. I gazed at him through the mirror. He was wearing a dull brown shirt with matching brown tight tights (which I might say emphasises his . uh *cough*. knees. yes, it emphasises his KNEES). He was about 6 foot and funnily enough I came up to just under the tips of his ears - which makes me 5 foot 10. This is one wicked dream; I like it. I'd always wanted to be taller and now I've just grown 6 inches. Ah!
'You've been asleep for nearly 2 days. Would you like to eat something? Or perhaps if you are well enough, would you like to join the Feast?' Aragorn suggested.
I felt my stomach growling. 'Yeah, sure,' I said, awkwardly. I glanced at down at my nightgown (so my concussion is kind enough to make me taller, but there it goes spoiling it all by dressing me in nighties! Urgh, I hate dresses!). 'First I need to change.'
'Of course,' he said smoothly. 'I'll wait for you downstairs at the Feast.' He kissed me on the cheek (aww, how gentleman-like!) and left me.
I opened the wardrobe and sighed. Every dress in it was in shades of white. What is wrong with my head? I chose a flowing WHITE dress that was prettily embroidered with silver thread, and slipped it on. Finding no hair ties, I braided my hair and hooked it on with a pearl pin. In less than a minute, I was finding my way to the Great Hall, which wasn't very hard since everyone seemed to be wandering that way. I was in a daze; my mind thinking about where I am and who I am.
'Good afternoon, Lady Arwen, daughter of Elrond,' an old thin man with long white hair and beard greeted me.
I strained my brain on who he could be. Not a servant, he seemed too well dressed to be one. A wizard, I guess. Which one? Gandalf or Saruman? Hold on wasn't Saruman evil? He wouldn't be at an Elf's Feast. 'Oh hello, Gandalf-the-Grey!' Please be the right guy.
'I heard you had a nasty accident involving young Pippin, whom Aragorn has skinned,' the wizard laughed heartily. I released a laugh, more of a relieved laugh.
I strolled into the hall; I somehow sensed that my seat was in the middle of the table under a canopy, so I made my way to it. The Great Hall was wide, spacious and beautiful decorated; filled with countless paintings, several different folks and of course various delicious-smelling foods. I tried to eat daintily because many eyes were on me, like one particular short man staring at me like he was hypnotized.
'Who is that?' I asked a lanky blond-haired guy (an elf I assume? Actually he probably is an elf: he has the cutest pointed ears) next to me, jerking my head.
'Frodo Baggins, a hobbit of the Shire, son of Drogo, nephew of Bilbo and also the current Ringbearer,' he replied, biting off a hunk of his white bread. 'And you must be Lady Arwen, daughter of him!' He pointed his half- eaten bread at Elrond, who was talking avidly to Gandalf at the head of the long table.
'And you are?'
He flashed me a wide smile showing his straight even teeth. 'Legolas Greenleaf, son and messenger of Thranduil, King of Elves of Northern Mirkwood!' He took a deep breath in. 'Don't you just hate introducing yourself, way too long!' he grumbled, stabbing his meat. 'There was this one time when - ' He was interrupted by two short men, probably hobbits, clearing their throats.
'Excuse me, fair Lady Arwen,' one of them said. 'Meriadoc Brandybuck, the folks call me Merry, at your service. Pippin here wants a word, my Lady.'
The other hobbit flushed and shifted his feet. 'I would like to apologize for my falling on you. And-and please don't punish me, for Aragorn son of Arathorn has seen to that already.'
I was about to say, 'not to worry' or something light like that, when Legolas butted in. 'What did Aragorn do?' he asked, laughing, choking on his bread.
While Pippin explained, blushing, Legolas laughed tossing his hair back, strongly reminding me of a flirtatious cheerleader.
I watched Pippin getting more and more embarrassed, and then I cracked. 'Oh shut up, Legolas!' I snapped. 'Give it a rest! And Pippin, thank you for your apology! You are forgiven, so you and Merry go on back to your seat.' Pippin and Merry skidded away. Legolas was looking stunned. I guess maybe the Arwen he's used to have never blown up on anyone.
'I'm sorry, Legolas, but you're soo mean. How could you torment Pippin like that?' I cried.
'If I may speak, my Lady. I ask for forgiveness please,' Legolas said meekly. In the bright light of the chandelier, I must say he was really good looking - his light blue eyes perfectly shaped and his hair were like shimmering gold, falling past his shoulders. He bowed his head, going red slightly. I felt bad for yelling at him.
'Don't worry about it, okay?' I said. Legolas glanced up at me, a mystified expression on his face. 'Where is Aragorn?' I asked, scanning the crowded table, but he was nowhere to be seen. 'He said he was meeting me here.'
'I do not know, my Lady,' said Legolas.
'Please, call me Alis - umm, I mean Arwen. I don't particularly like titles.' Legolas gave me an odd sideward glance, and slowly nodded.
*****
The Feast ended finally after 2 maybe 3 hours later. I was stuffed. Is it possible to feel really full in dreams? Elrond rose and I followed suit, feeling it would be the right thing to do. He strode into another large hall, this one with blazing fires on the sides. Beautiful, rather enchanting music was playing. Elrond moved towards a small sleeping figure, beckoning to Frodo who had followed after us. I heard Frodo's cry of surprise, 'Bilbo!' and then a 'Hullo, Frodo my lad!' from the small figure that had awakened. I hovered awkwardly around wondering where I should be now.
Legolas saved me. 'Shall we leave the reunion of two absent-minded hobbits?' he grinned, taking my arm. I smiled gratefully. He steered me into a garden and to a bench. It was a nice spot surrounded by tall shrubs. Legolas fiddled with his hair.
Honestly! How conceited can one get? I thought, amused.
I was beginning to wonder why Legolas had brought me here and was not saying anything. Finally, after a long pause, Legolas finally spoke, quietly with no expressions. He looked me straight in the eye, a determined and intense gleam in his eyes.
'Tell me the truth please,' he said. 'You're not Lady Arwen, daughter of Elrond, are you?'
*****