Authors note: Sorry for the delay, been kind of sick lately. Enjoy!
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Rivendell
The next morning when Adelaide stumbled out of bed at around noon, she was almost knocked off her feet when she ran into Gandalf who had just arrived.
"Adelaide, forgive me, but, where is Frodo?"
Unsure she shrugged her soldiers, "I was not allowed to see him yet."
"He was stabbed by a wraith, I do not know of his condition now, but it was serious. Go speak with Elrond."
"Thank you. I shall see you later Adelaide, I am sure of it." And Gandalf was off to hunt down Lord Elrond for the latest new on Frodo.
She squinted her eyes as the sun rays fell upon her. Her head was pounding, Arwen had insisted on drinking elvish wine last night, but had not realized that they had finished off about eight bottles of it. Some fresh air would do her good, she thought She headed back towards her temporary quarters, just down the hall from Arwen's, and retrieved her bow and quiver of arrows.. She then made her way over to the practice field.
It was common knowledge that elves were known for the ability to hold their liquor, but apparently, the delicious lunarberry wine that a certain two elleths consumed last night, was…to say the least, potent. The berry from which this dark red liquid is created from can only be harvested during spring like months, the night after a full moon. After the seven years it takes to age, the taste is unbelievable. This rare wine is Adelaides' favorite, and any chance there is to consume only a drop, she will take it. Coincidently, Lord Elrond keeps a decent stock of it in his personal wine cellar…And that caused the two elleths to become completely hammered. Adelaide blamed Arwen entirely. And because of so much consumption of this particular wine, means a very hung-over elf. And a hung over elf was not a very happy, lively, or balanced one.
And so Adelaide was impressed that she made it to the training field without falling on her face or fatally wounding anyone for looking at her the wrong way.
Once there, the few elves already practicing were trying to keep straight faces. But failed. Seeing a very hung over elf, whish is a rare occurrence, was an amusing sight.
But while notching an arrow she sent a glare their way, and hit their target right in the bulls eye. They had sobered up after that.
Some found archery dull and boring, but for others, it was a fantastic way to relax. And it was helping with her headache. And as she released arrow after arrow, a small crowd had assembled behind her. They were silent, but she could sense them still, and also the two pairs of feet running towards her. The closer they got the more her head ached, these hobbits were loud, and not helping her hangover go away.
One of the spectators watching her was a Rivendell soldier. And he was telling the hobbits how to use a bow properly, when he saw their curious glances at Adelaide.
She tried to concentrate, but she kept sensing people arriving in Rivendell. And it was distracting her. Extremely odd presences were arriving along with a few familiar ones. She tried blocking them out, as she pulled on the string then releasing another arrow. Bull's-eye.
The target next to her was hit off centered. She looked up to see the disgruntled Rivendell guard glaring at how easily she was hitting her target.
The Hobbits, easily distracted, noticed something on the other side of the archery field and fled to investigate.
She hit another bull's-eye.
"Are you trying to show off?" The guard seethed. Adelaide raised an eyebrow. Why did things like this always happen on days like today, when she was not in the mood?
"No, I do not show off, I just have a pure talent." The guard drew his sword.
"Soldier! Stand down." One of the elves that had been practicing on Adelaide's other side was interjecting.
Swordless, Adelaide aimed an arrow, as a warning, at his head.
"You need to learn your place, girl." He growled. She was almost tempted to kill him right there after that remark. But another voice killed her train of thought.
"Lower your sword soldier."
"Legolas!" Adelaide squealed.
The guards' eyes widened, "Prince Legolas." Legolas' eyes were blazing.
"Lower your weapon. How dare you attempt to hurt my sister."
"You need to learn your place soldier." Adelaide was tempted to stick out her tongue. He quickly sheathed his sword, looking slightly embarrassed at the same time. Legolas then laced his fingers with his sisters and lead her away from the practice field.
"You did not have to do that, I can handle myself."
"Yes I did, I am your brother, it is my duty." Adelaide rolled her eyes, and then pulled her brother into a warm hug.
"I missed you." Legolas breathed.
"I missed you too. How is everyone at home?"
"Well, mother and father wish you to come home."
"You know as well as they know, I would go insane if I stayed there too long."
"Yes we know, but you have not visited in over three years."
"I have sent notes."
"Yes but still…"
They started to walk up to Elrond's house.
"…how have you been holding up?"
"Better, much better, time heals."
"Come, I must great Elrond, I have news for him."
"You are here for the council?"
"Yes, Ada sent me."
Nearing the entrance to Rivendell, more people were arriving; a man with the white tree symbol on his chest plate, and Adelaide released her brothers' fingers before anyone saw.
She knew that most of the elves in Rivendell new who she was but she did not want the Hobbits to know and treat her any more differently then they already did. And with all these new people that she had sensed arriving, the fact that she was a princess and should act and be treated a certain way was the least of he worries.
But she followed Legolas, who was trying to find Lord Elrond anyways. She wanted to know how Frodo was doing. Knowing the healing capabilities that Elrond Posessed, he would be good as new sooner rather then later.
Elrond let Adelaide into Frodo's room, while himself and Legolas were conversing about something in hushed rapid elvish.
Frodo was still asleep, with Gandolf watching over him, deep in thought.
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