Rivendell
Four days had passed us by since we had arrived in Imladris. Julia and I stood on a balcony looking out upon the river of Loudwater and the Ford of Bruinen. We listened to the sounds of the waterfall pounding against the rocks sitting below. The sun shone brightly that day and the air was sweet with pine from the forest across the way. The Rivendell climate was soft and warm this day, but unlike my birth place or Lothlórien, the snow would still drift down to the lands some days and make fluctuation in the temperature. Julia and I were just standing, chatting, and admiring the wood works of the elves. The wood varied in color, and many a graceful hand had worked to complete the art pieces. There were details of carved leaves that brought back life on the wood pillars' forgotten branches.
Another rather breathtaking sight, if I do say so myself, was Julia and me. She wore a white dress that hung beneath the calf, and had a silver cloak which was fastened by a golden star brooch. I wore no dress, but more of an Elven warrior ensemble. With my light green shirt embroidered with bright blue flowers on either arms with matching gauntlets, my outfit was a lot like Legolas' only for a she-Elf. I was intrigued though, how I got two items that already belonged to me, my dragon necklace, which that too had blue in it like my shirt, and a black velvet cloak that had a ranger hood that my parents had bought me for Christmas.
"I've always wanted to see Rivendell up close," I said, "and it ends up that I've lived here most of my life."
"Yeah," said Jules, "this is just bizarre."
With my green eyes, I suddenly spotted a fish far down below; it jumped out of the water and I heard it splash back into the great river. Julia and I had just recently gotten used to our Elf selves. We had to learn to cooperate with being strangely graceful, having super natural sight and hearing, and not to mention getting used to each other with pointed ears.
"Sorry, changing subject," I said, "but, what are we going to do about the Legolas situation."
"Yeah, shoot," said Julia who was perfectly happy with talking about Legolas, "he actually is, like, real now."
"How's this?" I began, "Any weird Legolas occasions we play Rock, Paper, Scissors. Whoever wins, well whatever the situation may be, gets to sit or ride a horse with Legolas, or whatever, got me."
"Sounds good to me," said Julia nodding her head in agreement. There was then an interruption that came directly after we were discussing The Hot Elf. Good news came springing from a most flippant Hobbit
"Frodo, he's alright!" shouted Pippin running as fast towards us as his little Halfling legs could carry him, Merry followed close behind. Merry, Pippin, Julia and I became good friends the four days we had stayed there being both pairs of outcasts, as we are. "He jus' woke up. Good old Gandalf won't let us in though. He says I'm too much of a Took."
"And I too close in relations to the Took," complained Merry.
"Course he let Sam in though," continued Pippin. "Samwise Gamgee the calm one of the four, I'm calm. Pipeweed's doing the trick daily making folk just like me calmer than Sam's ever been. Who's ever heard of a hobbit that's not calm?"
"Well I sure have, Pip," said Merry taking his right hand and making hard contact with the back of Pippin's head.
We were all laughing when out of an overhang two Halflings walked into the light. Before I could even identify them Merry and Pippin had toppled the brunette. The blonde stood blushing.
"Sam." I turned to the rouge Hobbit. "You're a good friend. Don't ever give that quality up." My motivational Elf speaking was in need of much improvement, but I meant what I said. Sam never left Frodo's side when the curly-brown headed Hobbit was ill. I shivered at the thought of being surrounded by Ringwraiths, all of who carried swords, all of who representing a fallen human king who carried a ring. The wound on the Ring Bearer's shoulder will never fully heal. Frodo's strength to endure a blow where tiny particles of dust, blade, and poison go into his blood never ceases to captivate my appreciation of him. Sam showed that he would carry half of Frodo's burdens, whatever the burden.
"Your slowing down our smoking and drinking, not being awake and all," Merry scolded Frodo.
"Well I apologize for being unconscious," spat Frodo
"Lady Julia's been joking about dry laws apparently where you can't drink in certain countries," Pippin quoted Julia.
"Well, I'll tell you Mister Frodo the four of us aren't going to be living in those countries."
Julia and I stood aside watching the reunion. It made me thankful Julia was my friend. She was with me. Even though she pretended not to embrace all of Middle-earth as much as I took it upon myself to open my eyes to all the new experiences that lay before us, she was here to share the adventure. That's all that mattered.
"Bilbo's here too Mr. Frodo," said Sam finally cutting in when the ecstatic shouting and first moments of excitement had settled.
"Bilbo!" said Frodo when he spotted near by, settled on a bench, a fifth hobbit with snow white hair. (Haha, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Wait these are hobbits, oh well, there'll be dwarves later.) Frodo sprang forward in excitement.
"Hullo, Frodo my lad!" he bellowed. "I've gotten old. Hope it isn't too much of a disappointment to you, my boy. I felt as if you and I were always youthful together."
"Oh, Bilbo, you're always trying to keep up with the world. I can see you've aged." said Frodo in a polite manner.
"Ai, Adonneniel Rumiliell," said Biblo and he laughed. I was taken aback by his little Elvish expression. "I've grown attached to your people. I've grown a great deal interested in maps since last you came and visited Rivendell." He acknowledged me and I felt our friendship swell. We had known each other in my past time.
"Uncle Bilbo," chimed in Frodo surprised that Bilbo was familiar with me. "The one good thing about being around a longer time is you've always known people."
"Knowing people has nothing to do with age it has to do with loyalty, Frodo," rolled the wisdom off of Bilbo's tongue. "And to the Lady Adonneniel, I'm unsure you'll be interested. This—Lady Julia, I don't believe we've met."
"Just seen ya around," said Julia casually.
"I've added something to my book." Bilbo turned the pages to a map labeled in his perfect Hobbit handwriting The World of Others. "I don't know if you remember the image you described to me of this world. The Old one," he was referring to himself, "recalls you not knowing if it was a real world or not."
I was staring straight at an intricately drawn map of the town I lived in as a human, queen city suburbia.
"I remember sitting down with you and describing it." I said.
"Hmph, so familiar can't put finger on it." Julia spoke without any pronouns. "Oh! Oh." It clicked and she remained quiet. Julia now deserves a cookie for cooperation.
"Must have explained it to you too, Julia-shmoo." I joked. Frodo averted the interest back onto himself without me having to ask as he flipped quickly to a map of the Shire.
"You know I've been meaning to go somewhere again besides the Shire and Imladris," said Bilbo "Wisdom welcomes pain in the knees though. Since I'm wrinkled, I have a slight urge for the making of song and a great deal of feasting," he smiled. "Would you like to join the feast that is being held in your honor, Frodo Baggins?"