I do not own Lord of the Rings or it's characters of places. Only Mÿne is mine.
The road to Rivendell had been silent for the most part. Whenever they sat down to rest, Sam would walk in circles, restless. Not even lunch or sleep could calm him down. Even at night, when Mÿne was trying to sleep, he would toss and turn. He wanted to be in Rivendell as fast as possible. Mÿne had tried to calm him down several times, telling him stories of the places she and Aragorn had been, but it didn't do any good. He would listen for the first five minutes, but ask "Will mister Frodo be alright?" after those five minutes. He was worried sick and they could do nothing but hurry up.
After three days, they'd reached Rivendell. The hobbits gauged at the sight of Rivendell. It surely was beautiful, those beautiful decorated constructions against the sunlight lit hills and the roaring waterfall. When they came to a gate, arches and curved leaves of iron, they were stopped by four guards.
"Who are you and what business do you have here, at the gates of Imladris?" they asked. Aragorn held up his hands, "My name is Aragorn. You might now me under the name Estel. I'm awaited by your Lord Elrond."
The guards let down their weapons fastly, bowed and spoke to them again, "Lord Elrond had told us, please pass and forgive us our discourtesy."
Aragorn smiled, nodded and they passed the gates. The hobbits kept looking over their shoulders, to the guards.
"Are those elves?" Merry asked, catching up to Mÿne. She nodded, "Yes, we're now entering Imladris, Rivendell. It's the capital of elves in the North." she said.
"Then, there are more?" he said, perking his head up, looking at her. Mÿne looked at him oddly.
"More of what?"
"Elves!" he exclaimed excitedly. Mÿne laughed loudly, his face being priceless.
"Of course, silly hobbit! There are capitals in the east, like in... Mirkwood and Lothlorien!" she said.
"Mirkwood?" Sam said, joining in, "Like in mister Bilbo's stories?"
"Well, I don't know who this Bilbo has met, but you are about to meet almost the powerful elf of Middle Earth. Besides Lady Galadriël of course." Mÿne added quickly, thinking about the lady in White with her scary mirror. She was allowed to look once. All she'd seen was blood, death and much fire.
She shivered unwillingly while they got up the marble stairs. At the top of it, an elf waited, his long dark hair waving slightly in a light breeze. It was Lord Elrond, who looked at them. Next to him, a female elf appeared, her skin pale and her hair dark. She was beautiful, even Mÿne envied her. They quickly bowed when Lord Elrond spoke.
"You bring a veil of darkness with you, coming here with such a dangerous matter." he said, his eyes piercing at each person, like he tried to look in everybody's soul,"Nevertheless I'm glad you came, Estel, Mÿne. And who might they be?" he said, turning to the hobbits.
"My name is Samwise Gamgee..." Sam said, as he shifted his gaze, "Is...Is mister Frodo alright?" he quickly asked. Lord Elrond crooked a smile.
"Ah yes," he said, "I thought Gandalf had warned me about you. He's up in the rooms above. You'll need to eat first then Arwen here will take you to him." he said.
"Gandalf?" the three hobbits exclaimed together.
Elrond blinked his eyes at this and nodded, "Yes, he arrived yesterday at noon. He will see you when he needs to." he said sternly. Sam quickly bowed as Elrond turned to the next hobbit.
"I'm Meriadoc Brandybuck." Merry said, uneasy about what to say next.
"Welcome to Rivendell, Meriadoc." Elrond said, looking at the last hobbit.
"My name is Peregrin Took, but just 'Pippin' will do! I wonder if your ales are just as good as ours, at home!" he said, delighted by the prospects of having a drink. Merry gave Pippin a big shove, hissing that he was a fool. Elrond just laughed, albeit a bit bitter.
"We elves don't drink, young hobbit. But we shall see if we can get our hands on something for you." he said kindly.
Arwen then took the young hobbits to the dining room as Elrond took Aragorn and Mÿne to a room to the right. Their footsteps made silent sounds as they walked to it.
"I want to know what happened at Bree and the Wheatertop." he said, still walking. Aragorn told him everything, about the Black Riders, the road to Wheathertop and the stabbing of Frodo.
"How is he?" Mÿne said when a silence fell. Only their footsteps were heard on the white marble.
"He's recovering. He'll be fine, but it was close. If Arwen brought him two hours later he might have not survived." he stated, looking at her. "Black riders followed them until the Fords of the Bruinen."
Aragorn shot Mÿne a look. They were fortunate that Arwen had found them.
Mÿne didn't want to think at what would happen if they were too late. The Ring would have been in the wrong hands. Sauron would have returned and this time, Mÿne was not sure if they could defeat him again. The Free lands of Middle Earth would've been taken and destroyed.
"Their will be a meeting tomorrow, about the fate of the Ring," Elrond said, cutting the silence and the thoughts Mÿne had been roaming around in, "Aragorn, I expect you to be there and Mÿne," he continued as he looked at her, "...I want you to be there too. You're still young, but you are a fast learner. This could be a lesson for you. Consider it a great honor, since you do not hold any high position..." he said haughtily. "And now, I want to speak to Aragorn in private."
She bowed, shot a curious look at Aragorn and left the hallways they were walking in.
She went straight to the dining room, feeling hungry and empty. She walked underneath the arches of white iron. The sun shined on her skin and she shivered by the warmth. After being in the cold, rainy days the last weeks she loved being in Rivendell. It never seemed to darken somhow. She smiled. When she was just starting her training to become a Ranger, she'd call it 'City of the Eternal Sun'. But that was long ago and things had changed after those years.
The dining room was empty. Mÿne guessed that the hobbits were visiting Frodo or Gandalf, so she took place at one of the wooden seats and pulled a silver plate towards herself. She loaded it with meat and bread, finally feeling her hunger sting. She stuffed her food down her throat, like a hungry wolf, and suddenly gave a loud burp.
"Now, that's not very lady-like." someone said at the doors of the dining room. Quickly, Mÿne looked behind her, embarrassed. She saw Arwen, crooking a smile, trying to hold back her laughter. Mÿne couldn't help it but laugh very hard, her stomach began to hurt and tears were rolling of her cheeks onto the table. Arwen laughed with her, her laugh was like a waterfall, clear and beautiful.
When they finished laughing, Arwen sat next to her.
"I see you are becoming a ranger more and more." she smiled.
"Yes. Aragorn is training me very hard and well." Mÿne said, grabbing some more food, "How have you been, Lady Arwen?" she asked.
Arwen smiled, "I have been fine, Mÿne... I've been waiting for you and Aragorn. You didn't show up at the time we'd agreed so I went looking for you." she continued as she let her gaze drop to the table and sighed.
Mÿne nodded, ate her food and grabbed a cup which Arwen filled with water.
"Thank you." Mÿne mumbled, looking at Arwen.
No wonder Aragorn fell for her, she was beautiful. Her laugh, her eyes, her hair. Mÿne thought about her own, tangled blond wavy hair, it always got in her way and was untameable. She tried to pin it up as much as possible, so it wouldn't cause any problems. One day she'd cut it, she'd sworn several times. But then again, she loved it too much too actually do it.
Some footsteps came up behind her and she looked up at Aragorn. Mÿne smiled as he and Arwen looked unsure at each other. Mÿne easily felt the room and grabbed an apple from a nearby bowl and stood from her seat. She smiled as Aragorn took place beside Arwen and held her hand. He too loaded his plate and ate like he hadn't for day, however, Mÿne soon cleared herself from the room.
Later that day, Mÿne strolled over the marketplace, looking for a new bow. She had came across some, but they didn't live up to her expectations. She decided that there was one person left who could provide her with a bow. She walked up to a sloppy stall at the end of the market. A short elf was busy organizing it's vendibles and jumped up when Mÿne called him.
"Gallahar?" she asked, looking over the stall. The short elf got up and looked at her, his eyes squinted because he had a bad eye sight.
"Ah yes, Mÿne! Maë govannen!(welcome)" he said, while he crawled over his many cattle's, pots and clothes. He shook her hand and gestured to his sloppy stall.
"It's a bit a mess, I'm afraid, but please don't mind it! How can I help you, my dear?" he said, shaking her hand again.
"Ehm... I'm looking for a bow." she said, tugging her hand free and grabbing her fragile and small bow.
"Ah yes, I see..." Gallahar said as he squinted his eyes more. He turned and dived back in his stack of vendibles while talking to her. It was hard to understand him sometimes, but Mÿne knew him too well to pay it any attention.
"You know, it's good to have you back here. Strange rumours, you know? Dark rumours-" a matt -clunk- could be heard, "Stupid cattle. Anyways, how have you been my dear?" he said while seeking further. It continued for like 10 minutes when he stood up holding his hand in the air. His fingers were clutched around a thin bow.
"I know what you're thinking," he panted as he came out of the stack of cattle's and pans, "...it doesn't look like a qualified bow, but you should give it a try. You'd be amazed!" he said, pushing the bow in Mÿne's arms.
He smiled up at her. Mÿne looked at the bow. It was long, but slim. The sunlight slightly reflected on it, giving it a light brown colour. She shrugged and grabbed an arrow from the pouch on her back. Before she'd buy it, she'd better try it first. She stretched the string of the bow, testing it's elasticity. That seemed fine. She putted the arrow on the bow, aimed for the top apple at the stack at the stall across them and released the arrow. Mÿne was quite impressed, the arrow had gone through the apple, trough the wooden wall behind it and left a small hole.
"Wow." she said, looking back at Gallahar.
"I told you." he said, nodding satisfied.
So Mÿne bought the bow, with extra arrows. She was quite pleased with her new purchase. Smiling, she decided to show Aragorn what she'd bought but when she came into the palace of Rivendell, he was nowhere to be found. Ofcourse, he'd be with Arwen. It was best to leave him for now and search him tomorrow. She proceeded to the room she always had when she was in Rivendell, as she and Aragorn were here much. When she came into her room, the first thing she did was stripping off all the weapons and cloaks she was wearing. She threw her pouch with arrows on the silky bed and looked around. It hadn't change since she was here last month. Only the view had changed, the trees she looked on were now golden. Mÿne sighed as she threw her cloak on the nearby chair. She dropped down on her bed and let her eyes rest for a moment, taking in deep breaths of clean, sweet smelling air.
