The key for my story:
"talking"
/Thinking/
(something I have to say)
: notes written by characters:
'sarcasm'
this is Sindarin
Hey there people. This is mysticaldreamsorceress. Hope you enjoy the story and I'll try to update as often as I can.
Chapter 5
Miria was minding her own business in one of the many gardens. She heard something over in the distance and decided to check it out. She came to a field where it seemed people could fight, or train. Miria saw Strider and was about to go talk to him when three men came out onto the field. They soon ended up starting a training session. She watched them and got closer over time. Suddenly she could sense someone coming. It turned out to be the old man she 'sorta' talked to the other day. He started talking to Strider. Miria wasn't close enough to catch the conversation though. She soon left for her room a while after the old man left. She was having a hard time. She hadn't told Strider, but her side still hurt. In fact, she hadn't even mentioned the pain to anyone. She got dressed in her pajamas, the ones she came in, and went to sleep. They were blue workout pants, and a white tank top and a gray sweater.
The next morning she didn't feel very well. All she wanted to do was stay in bed and sleep. But she was stubborn and knew from experience that she had to get up. She quickly got dressed. She didn't feel she could handle a dress that tight on her body, so she wore some clothes she had made. The seamstress didn't think it right she wore 'men's' clothes. So Miria had bought and made her own clothes. She knew she needed energy. She headed for the kitchens seeing as it was to early for breakfast.
When she got their the cooks were making the breakfast.
"Excuse me." Miria politely says to the nearest cook.
"Yes?" He asks looking over to the girl. She looked like she was in need of food. He was no healer, but this girl looked ill. He also noticed she had strange hair coloring. /It must be more of Mithrandir's hair dye./
"Do you have some food to spare?" Miria asks not wanting to make the cooks make something for her.
"Yes. I'll get that for you." The cook replies and gets her a plate of food.
Miria was glad when she got the food. Once she ate the whole plate she quickly left. She had seen the look of the cook and didn't see him after he gave her the plate. She knew she looked bad, she also knew she was in terrible pain. But she wouldn't let anyone see her like this. It has been about 11 days since she had first felt the pain. She decided to look around some more.
The cook had been worried by what he saw. So he had decided to get a healer. Seeing as Lord Elrond was busy he went looking for Estel, because there had been an orc attack on the patrol so the healing wing was busy. He finally found Estel training with Legolas. Though it seemed they had just gotten done.
Strider was on his way to see how Frodo was doing when he decided to have an archery competition with Legolas. He soon saw the cook coming up to him. He was wondering what it was about. It was to early for breakfast.
"Estel. May I have a word?" Asks the cook.
"Why?" Asks Strider curious.
"It is about the young woman you came with." The cook replies getting striders attention.
"What is it?" Strider asks concerned.
"She looks ill. I believe she should see a healer, and soon." Replies the cook leaving.
"Thank you." Strider replies to the cook. He then turned to Legolas. "Excuse me Legolas. I need to see what's going on." Strider says looking at him.
"Of course." Legolas replies. He had not seen this girl yet, but she seemed very odd.
Strider was walking around trying to find Miria. He came upon the hobbits and started to talk to them. Unfortunately he forgot about Miria when the twins came over.
Miria was wondering around in the more beautiful gardens. She saw a large tree that seemed to be calming. She sat under it and became very calm. She soon decided to meditate in this calm place. Soon she was in the realm of meditation.
Elrond was in his study. He had just gotten done with meeting with Gandalf, the group of men, healing the patrol that was attached, and the group of dwarfs. He decided to go out to one of his more private gardens. On the way he was thinking about the new girl. His sons had met her for only a second or two and they said she was very odd. They didn't know about her past he suspected. He finally got to the garden and was immediately calm.
Miria was calmly meditating when she felt a presence come into the garden. She had met a few people and knew this wasn't them. Strider had a mysterious feeling. While most of the elves had a feeling of seeing much more than she could ever see, and a wise feeling to them. The hobbits were a kind of innocent feeling. And the old man was a feeling of knowing more than he would let on. This feeling was new. She quickly, and unhealthily, got out of her trance of meditation. She did not want to run into this new person. Unfortunately she would. She new she would when she felt him getting closer.
Elrond was calmly walking through the garden when he was surprised to see a young woman sitting under one of the trees. He slowly approached her. He noticed she had odd hair coloring. Once he got close enough to her he decided to talk to her.
"Hello." Elrond starts. The girl looks up to him.
"Hello." she replies.
"I'm Lord Elrond. And who are you?" Elrond asks
"My name is Miria. Don't you want to sit Lord Elrond?" Miria asks.
Elrond was quit surprised to say the least. He was finally meeting with the girl Strider told him about. He was also surprised that no one had mentioned the color of her hair. He was also surprised with the way she addressed him. Most said my lord, or milord. He did sit down next to her though and tried to get her to talk to him.
"How has your stay in Rivendell been?" He started, and remembering all that everyone said when they told him about their meetings with her.
"Fine." Miria replies looking out over the garden. She had learned long ago how to talk in situations like this.
Flashback
Miria was about 10 and she had many friends. Her life wasn't the best. She never really told anyone but her life was like Cinderella's, only worst. When she did something wrong, or bad she got a whipping. Her step dad didn't make that much money so they only had enough for a little food. Actually, they could have had a lot of food, but he always bought the expensive food for him. Miria was left with eating fruit and vegetables that grew in the forest they surrounded. She was glad they had a lot of fruit trees around their house. But she was still under nourished.
Her friends parents were starting to get worried for the girl when winter came and her weight suddenly dropped. Miria was invited to a sleep over one day. Her step dad wasn't to happy, so she got a beating for that. He did let her go though. He had thought about it and had an idea. She could get free food, and he would have her steal some of their jewels and such. When he first told her this Miria was against it. But many whippings later she agreed.
While at the party she was having lots of fun. She was having so much fun she forgot about her bruises. Her friends mom was braiding all of their hair. Miria's hair was long because she never got it cut. While Ms. Hendricks was doing Miria's hair she noticed the bruises. This got her immediately worried. A child did not get so many, especially on her back. The next morning she called social services. She told them what she had seen. They immediately went over to the house.
When they got their the group consisted of two social workers, and a police officer. They needed to see the living conditions and talk to the father and daughter. When they got their the house looked fine, and the inside was in perfect condition. The girl in question was calmly playing with some dolls in front of her father. He was watching a news channel, but at the moment was at the door.
"May we come in?" Asks one of the social workers.
"Yes. What is the problem?" Asks her dad.
"We had a call placed about some problems." Replies the worker.
"Well, I can assure you nothing is wrong." Replies her dad.
"Right. But we need to asks you some questions." Says the other one. Both the workers and the officer come in. one goes into another room to talk to the father and one goes to talk to the kid.
"Hello." The man replies to the young girl.
"Hi!" She replies.
"And who might you be?" Asks the man sitting down beside her.
"I'm Miria. And this is Rachael!" The girl says pointing to the doll she was holding.
"I see. So how are you?" Asks the man continuing with his conversation.
"I'm fine. Rachael and Tom are getting married. I just need a priest to unify them." The girl says.
The social worker was surprised. He was told this girl was 10. She was talking like an educated adult. She had used many words children shouldn't know about.
"We'll I'm sure you'll find someone. How old are you?" He continues
"I'm 10. Why are you here?" The girl questions.
"We just need to talk to your daddy." He says.
"He's not my daddy." The girl says with venom in her voice. The man knew immediately the girl did not like the man.
"Well, where's your daddy?" He asks suspicious. Was this girl kidnapped?
"He's dead. Just like mommy. They both left me alone." The girl says sadly.
"Are you fine in this house? Do you like it here?" He asks trying to get something out of the girl.
"Daddy doesn't like Rachael. Do you like her?" The girl asks ignoring the subject.
"Yes. I think she's wonderful." He says to the girl he tried many times to get the girl to talk to him again, but she turned into a young child who only cared about playing with her dolls.
The social workers left finding nothing wrong. They did suggest that he take his daughter to the doctor. They suspected double personality. He never took his daughter to the doctors. He new she didn't have a double personality.
Ever since then Miria has been wary of questions. She only answers questions that she wants to.
End Flashback
"I see. Have you met anyone new?" Elrond questions looking at the girl out of the corner of his eye.
"A few." Miria replies. Elrond noticed they were answers that weren't meant to give anything away.
"Lady Miria, where do you hail from?" Elrond asks taking a risk. He knew he would either get an answer, or she wouldn't talk to him for a while.
Miria did not answer the question. Why should she? Elrond noticed this and sighed inwardly. He had hoped to get an answer. When he looked at her he immediately got concerned. She did not look healthy. She looked very ill.
"My lady. Are you alright?" Elrond asks not hiding his concern. He expected her to deny it.
"No. I'm not well. Do I really look that bad?" Miria asks sadly.
"I'm sorry to say you do. Come." Elrond says and got up.
Once he was up he helped Miria up. He was even more concerned when he had to practically carry her to her room. He knew the healing wing was crowded so he headed for the room she was staying in. once he got there he sat her on the bed.
Miria was angry at herself. She knew she should have gotten help sooner, but she just had to deal with it. She didn't trust Lord Elrond that much, but she knew who he was. He was the head or leader of Rivendell. At the moment she was sitting on her bed. Lord Elrond was trying to examine her. Trying being the key word.
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