Holy cow.
I can't even express with words how DIFFICULT it was to get this chapter out, and all I can say is a humongously heartfelt thank you to everyone out there still sticking by me and this story, reviewing and favouriting and encouraging me on.
Anywho, all my love to you guys. You're amazing, and the reason I kept going.
- Torrance Rose -
Elvish words used:
Vartyo - Servant.
Elleth - Female elf.
Radagast was not one for travelling.
No, he preferred the familiarity of his woods, and the company of his animals. Nothing sat better with him than being immersed in the midst of nature, completely cut off from all signs of civilisation. He never left the comfort of his home unless the situation demanded it.
With Gandalf imprisoned and under certain attack, Radagast had no other choice but to venture out east toward the Misty Mountains and into the Wilderlands.
It was here he'd find the Eagles Eyrie, and could enlist the help of his old friend Gwaihir.
Radagast rode his sled with the speed of the wind itself, the Rhosgobel Rabbits flying over the terrain until they were not much more than a misshapen blur to onlookers passing by.
Two moons had passed since he'd left Elle in the doorway to the Prancing Pony. He did not know how the little she-wolf fared, or how she'd been handling her changes. For all he knew, she could've turned and torn apart the town of Bree by now.
Radagast shook his head, swinging the sled past a narrow cluster of trees. No, he would know if that were the case. Even out here, he would have heard. The news would've spread like the plague, and the land would indeed be gripped by a new fear.
She must have pushed through. He felt tremendously proud of the wolf, though his thoughts tugged forlornly at his heart. He did miss her, strangely enough. She'd been a big part of his life for a while there. But life ebbed and flowed like the tide. Always changing, never constant.
Now, he had to focus on rescuing Gandalf. And to do that, he had to find the Eagles. Pushing all thoughts of the she-wolf to the back of his mind, Radagast continued on.
He had to stop more than once and hide out from orc sentries stationed throughout the valleys, or trudging off in groups to stage raids on the villages nearby. Sauron's forces were growing, and Radagast could not quell the sickness in his stomach at the thought.
It was late afternoon by the time he pulled the rabbits to a sudden stop, his grey eyes stormy as he peered up at the cliff face before him.
The wizard stepped off his sled, gesturing for the rabbits to rest in the shade of the trees as he walked forward into the open space below. Looking up, he could just make out the hollowed alcoves the birds nested within, dotted sporadically across the mountain. His eyes could not reach the top as it quickly became shrouded in low hanging clouds, but he knew that that would be where the Lord of the Eagles took rest.
Radagast lifted both hands to his lips, cupping one as he produced an odd, eerie whistle that echoed loudly up into the mountains.
The answering screech was almost immediate, the Eagles each taking up the song in turn. A massive gush of wind roared down out of the fog that hugged the pass, almost knocking the wizard off his feet. He had to hold tight to his hat as the Eagles descended down into the forest to greet him.
Nine Eagles, golden and majestic in all their glory, soared down from the cliffs as one. Each bat of their massive wings sent Radagast's robes flying, and his eyes watered from the dust and cold air blasting across his face.
The nine settled upon the boulders littered across the base of the cliff, some eying him with suspicion and others with disdain. He was just beginning to grow nervous when the largest, with eyes of gold flames, looked to him and spoke:
Radagast the Brown... To what do I owe this pleasure, Tender of Beasts?
His hooked, black beak did not move once, yet Radagast could feel the gentle timbre of his voice brushing softly against his mind.
He took a deep breath in, preparing himself for the upcoming debate in order to prove that his need was genuine and noble. Eagles, like the great extinct Sphinxes, were a proud race and, if history proved anything, were rarely convinced with ease.
"I look to beseech you for your aid, Gwaihir, Lord of all the Eagles." Radagast answered, mindful to not break eye contact and show weakness.
A couple of the other Eagles bristled, ruffling their bronze feathers in obvious irritation to his words. One look from Gwaihir, however, had their protests quelled immediately in respect.
The largest Eagle turned back to the old wizard, who trembled in his wake.
Do not be fearful, Aiwendil, the great Eagle spoke, referring to Radagast by his true name, We mean you no harm.
Radagast dipped his head in reverence.
What aid, bird-friend, would you have me contribute?
"Gandalf the Grey has been imprisoned at Isengard, betrayed by Saruman. He must be rescued and informed of the growing force of Sauron's army." Radagast implored Gwaihir as he shuffled closer, raising his voice to be heard by the Eagles that roosted above, "He- he will surely die if we do nothing, and this world will be plunged into an eternity of darkness."
The imposing bird watched the small wizard carefully, tilting his head in thought. No creature - wizard, human or elf - had come to ask for his aid in many years. Not since he'd rescued the dwarven King, Thorin Oakenshield, from the attack of the pale Orc.
Should he help them? Or would his constant assistance be a hindrance toward the growth of their kind? His people would not always be here to help in times of great need.
After some deliberation, Gwaihir made his choice without the need for further prompting. The decision was almost easy, as the Great Eagle's Eye could see far.
I will help the wizard Gandalf, he murmured within Radagast's head, For his time has not yet come to pass. The wizard still has much to offer this world, and much room to grow within himself.
Radagast had thought he'd heard incorrectly at first, until Gwaihir repeated his final verdict once more. And with that, he felt like the weight of a thousand worlds had been lifted from his shoulders. Radagast twitched nervously in an attempt to hide his joy, wanting to dance about with glee knowing that he had not failed.
"Thank you, thank you my friend!" He tumbled over his words in an attempt to show his gratitude, his hands wringing the ends of his tunic nervously as he mustered up the courage to ask for yet another favour.
He had truly thought that this would be a far more arduous endeavour, and had clearly underestimated Gandalf's influence with the Eagles and importance within this world.
But no matter. Gandalf would now live, and Radagast could return to his home in the wild with a clear conscience.
If Eagles could smile, Radagast was sure he'd be doing just that. He heard it in his voice as he replied to the jubilant wizard; I shall leave at nightfall.
"Yes, perfect!"
It would have taken Radagast over a month to travel to Isengard from here, but with the speed of the Eagles it would take Gwaihir only a mere few hours to traverse the night sky.
To Rivendell Gandalf shall go, and join the Fellowship as the Valar decreed, Gwaihir finished, before noting the wizard's tentative stance.
Is there anything more you have to ask, bird-friend?
Radagast's nose twitched in a similar fashion to the Rhosgobel Rabbits nearby, "Y-yes, actually. Gandalf must be informed that the she-wolf has returned. She should be with the Fellowship by now. My time with her has come to an end, it is now up to him to guide her in the right direction."
The Lord of the Eagles bowed his long neck gracefully in understanding, It shall be done.
Radagast beamed up at the Eagle, lowering into a bow of thanks.
"I will not forget this, Gwaihir. Thank you."
Go now, Aiwendil, but be wary. These woods are not the safe haven they once were, Gwaihir warned the wizard, who bowed down once more.
"Of course. My thanks, Great One." Radagast stammered out.
And just as swiftly as they'd appeared, all nine Eagles took off into the darkening sky, disappearing within the fog as their deafening screeches echoed across the stone mountain.
Radagast straightened his hat from where it'd fell lopsided from the rush of wind, before turning and scuttling back to his sled.
His job was now done in this war. He had to return to the forests where he belonged, and commit his life to keeping their inhabitants safe and protected as Yavanna had graced him to do.
Elle stirred, her back stiff from sleeping on the hard floor once again. Sunlight streamed through the leaves above, kissing the dawn frost from her cheeks.
Smiling sleepily, she curled her blanket tight around her as she listened to the peaceful murmur of the awakening woods. It felt so good to be able to relax, to not have the burden of the Ring in their midst. It was like some invisible rubber band had been lifted from the group once Frodo had left, the tension immediately dispersing now that they were not under threat of snapping.
Elle sighed, letting herself drift.
Half asleep, she rolled to her left and was suddenly confronted by the overpowering stench of caked dirt, vegetation and BO.
Popping her eyes open with disgust, Elle found a large, hairy foot just inches from her nose.
"Ew!" She squealed, twisting away under her blanket as her nose crinkled from the smell.
A throaty laugh met her reaction and she turned, bleary with sleep, to scowl at the Ranger from where he sat by the dead fire.
"Not funny." She grimaced.
Aragorn just shrugged, chuckling as he went back to cleaning his blade.
"Did you sleep okay?" Elle asked after a moment, leaning over to rummage through her pack for the water skin. She was, as always, careful not to let any of her electronics show as she hunted through her bag.
Of course, she would've killed for a toothbrush right about now but had been having to make do with water and the mints in her bag. Not for the first time, she wished she'd had a few toiletries on her person when she'd been transported.
"Fine, my Lady. Are we back to friendly terms, then?" Aragorn replied with a teasing smile.
Elle rubbed her neck awkwardly, "Yeah... Sorry about yesterday. I was a little stressed, it wasn't fair of me to take it out on you."
Aragorn nodded, accepting her apology with ease.
"You know, I do not recognise your accent. It is very unusual."
Elle shrugged, ignoring the unauthorised heating of her cheeks as she stood and stretched the joints of her body languorously, "Like I said, Sydney is pretty far from here..."
Okay, time for a new topic of discussion please.
"I don't know if I could ever get used to sleeping on the floor, though."
Her ability to change the subject was poor at best, but seemed to do the trick.
"The life of the traveller is not for everyone." Aragorn agreed.
She nodded, before beginning the arduous chore of rinsing and gargling with water from her flask.
"Why are you doing that?" Aragorn said, staring at her in bewilderment.
"Isn't it obvious?" She replied as she spat out some water, "I'm trying to clean my teeth."
Aragorn chuckled and raised his eyes to the heavens, "Oh Valar, she has much to learn."
Elle crossed her arms and scowled, "Don't make fun of me. How else am I supposed to do it?"
The Ranger flicked his hand for her to come over, and she obeyed as he plucked a small piece of black coal from the campfire. She took it from his hand and stared at it in confusion. It was cool to the touch, and ashy between her fingers.
Aragorn instructed her to crush it until it became powdery in her hand, which she did, though she wasn't too fond of having soot all over her fingers.
"Now rub it into your teeth," He continued as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, "And afterwards, rinse with water."
"Wait, what?" She stopped him with a look of horror, "I have to put this in my mouth?!"
Aragorn raised both brows comically, "Well, yes. Of course. It's what you do as a wanderer to clean and whiten teeth. Do you not wish for good hygiene, my Lady?"
Elle glared at him, "Well, duh. This just seems a little barbaric, that's all."
He didn't answer, just watched as she tentatively, and with great trepidation, began to rub the black powder into her teeth.
It tasted foul, and the texture was horrible. She had to give it a couple tries before she managed to get all of her teeth, rinsing her mouth from the black paste in between, but afterwards her mouth did feel oddly clean and fresh. Much better than it had in days, actually.
And, in spite of her fears, her mouth didn't remain the blackened mess they had surely looked once she'd rinsed it out with water.
Well, damn. Who knew.
"Thank you." Elle said once she was done, feeling like she'd finally accomplished something in this world.
I'm assimilating in to Middle-Earth, Elle giggled to herself as she returned the water skin to her pack.
The boys woke one by one, the Ranger allowing them to wake with the day now that they were no longer pressed for time.
They had apples again and some packed muesli-like bars similar to the ones Radagast had given Elle for breakfast, and together they sat and discussed Frodo.
"Is he okay, Strider?" Sam prodded for the hundredth time from his seat, chewing on an apple beside Bill.
"I'm sure he is." Aragorn replied, "He is a strong lad, and Arwen is the fastest rider I know. I have no doubt that they arrived safely this morning."
"What of the Black Riders?" Pippin's voice wavered, but his expression remained strong.
Aragorn looked to them in turn, "I do not know, but I am certain that we are the least of their concerns right now. We are safe, and Frodo is alive. I'm sure of it."
His conviction eased all of their worries, settling them into high spirits as they packed up their camp and set off once more.
Elle's body no longer ached from the activities of the day before, and this time she knew that it was because of the wolf's influence. There was no way in hell she would've held up for that long under normal circumstances, and even if by some miracle she had, she'd definitely be incapacitated the next day.
After her deep rest, she truly felt the best she had since arriving in Middle-Earth. Elle was grateful that Aragorn had gifted them with the short lay in, but was mindful that they still had a job to do as they all picked up their pace toward the direction of the Elven city.
She couldn't hide her eagerness to arrive. Partly to finally be able to see Rivendell in all it's glory, but mostly because she needed to know that Frodo was alright. The rest of the company seemed to mirror her sentiments exactly, as they silently trundled in a line through the brush with one single goal in mind.
Another day passed, with a night just as cold and uncomfortable as the last. They packed up with dawn the next day, determined to make it to Frodo as soon as possible.
It was just after high noon when they finally stopped for a quick break. They weren't doing too bad actually, but Bill was an old pony and he for one was definitely getting on the worst.
Elle was bursting with energy, something she wasn't at all used to. Back in her old life (It was so strange to think it'd been just a week ago, seeing as how she felt like she'd been gone for years already), Elle had been prone to short bouts of depression. She'd even suffered anaemia once as a teen, and it'd been difficult to get out of bed most days.
Now, well... She was filled with a newfound appreciation for life, not to mention buzzing with repressed energy. If it'd been just her walking, she probably wouldn't have stopped at all.
She wasn't sure if it was because of their near brush with death the other night, or if it was her connection with the wolf that filled her with a need to move, and be excited about everything at once. Probably a combination of the above.
It was almost like she was experiencing life anew, recognising things she'd never noticed before. Like the fresh scent of ferns, the rawness of tree bark, or the tingle of peppermint in the pines.
And the sounds, wow. Every second she was picking up on something new. It was like a buzzing radio in the background, and all she had to do was focus on something in particular and boom; loud and clear, almost as if it was coming from right beside her.
And as such, she could now locate things without even trying. Like the noisy squirrels chattering high up in the branches, or the grazing deer herd that carried on the breeze to the west.
It was beautiful, tranquil. Elle was positive that if she didn't have the aid of the wolf that all of these different noises and scents would have quickly become unmanageable, and she would have gone insane. The wolf on the other hand just seemed to drown them out, unless of course she wanted to focus on something.
It was a perfectly symbiotic relationship, in which they both benefited from. The wolf had halted her actions more than once, adjusting her balance and foot steps accordingly, stopping her from crashing down embankments or tripping over raised tree roots.
She was actually beginning to like it's presence in her mind. It was a strong, youthful, exuberant presence. The wolf for one, she found, had a certain sense of prideful, cocky invincibility about her which Elle thought was quite funny. She'd never felt so confident before, or so free of cynicism and doubt.
Elle, full of zest, utilised the time in their break to climb up a nearby tree and see if she could survey the forest from above.
Sam and Pippin were rubbing down a tired Bill, while Aragorn watched on with Merry. Despite their distraction, she still made sure to move far enough away so that they wouldn't be able to look up and see under her skirts.
The Ranger had already admonished her more than once over her current state of dress. Seeing as how her skirt was now torn, with a nice big split up one leg where she'd ripped the shreds to bind Frodo's wound, apparently that meant she was immodest and needed to take more care in covering up.
Men of this age really were a bore in that department. Because really, a little leg never hurt nobody.
Which, you know, she'd told him. But according to his exasperated look, it hadn't really meant all that much.
So Elle was about four metres up the tree, with her skirts fluttering open around her bare legs in a very unladylike manner, swinging a foot out from a branch when a pleasant voice she didn't recognise drifted up from the ground.
"Well, well... What's this? A woman, stuck in a tree?"
Elle almost lost her footing in fright, a shriek springing from her lips as she scrambled for a better hold.
She glanced down, and could've died of embarrassment right then and there. The group of decidedly male strangers below were obviously getting quite a nice, long perve at her knickers, as they all stared up at her curiously.
The one who'd spoke, obviously their leader, stepped forward with just a hint of a smile, "Do you speak, little one?"
She frowned at that. Sure she was only 5'5", but that didn't mean she was little.
"I can speak just fine, thank you." Elle sneered, "You just scared the bejeezus out of me. Now could you please stop staring at my underwear? Some might find that rude, you know."
Some of the men chuckled at her response. The leader however, rather than respecting her wishes, just continued to smile placidly up at her.
"Some may, indeed. However, if a woman wishes to climb about in trees dressed in nothing but rags, one can really expect no less, correct?" He retorted smoothly, his smile growing as she scowled.
"No, you wanker. I'm scouting. Now please, fuck off." She snapped, her cheeks firing bright red. Gods, why was she never able to think of any witty comebacks when it actually mattered?!
"Glorfindel! I did not expect to see you until nightfall!" Came Aragorn's voice, and Elle watched, mortified, as he too joined the group at the base of her tree to clap a hand to the leader's shoulder.
"I was just outside of Rivendell, along the border. I came immediately after speaking with Arwen." The leader, Glorfindel, explained as he returned Aragorn's embrace.
"How is Frodo?" Aragorn asked, and Elle leant down in anticipation for his answer.
"He did not look well, but Arwen assured me that he was going to be fine." Glorfindel said, "She was to take him to her father when we parted ways."
Aragorn relaxed, and Elle felt herself soar with joy.
They made it! Frodo would live!
Her happiness was cut short, however, as the Ranger finally noticed the amused glances of the men up into the tree, and followed their eyes to a very sheepish-looking Elle who was currently tucking her dress between her legs to avoid being seen.
"Lady Elle? What are you doing up there?"
"You know this woman?" Glorfindel asked before she could answer.
"Aye," Aragorn replied, "She is under Gandalf's protection, watching over the hobbits until he returns."
"Returns?" The stranger questioned.
"Excuse me!" Elle broke in irritably, "I'm right here, and I'd really love to get down. Can you please look away?"
They had the decency to look a little shamefaced, each turning their backs so as to let her crawl down with her pride intact.
Her reflexes were astonishing, coming from someone who couldn't even carry a glass of water to the table without spilling half of it. Elle was on the ground with ease in under a minute, hands on hips as she informed them that they could now look.
She was shocked to find that the six strangers were all elves, standing tall and proud with their pale skin, pointed ears and long, golden hair. Not to mention, they were all ridiculously good looking. It was just not fair for men to look this beautiful.
And no wonder they'd called her little. They all had to be over 6 ft tall each, with nicely toned muscles to boot. Honestly, if all elves carried themselves like these guys, she was in deep shit once she got to Rivendell.
Their captain, Glorfindel, was particularly appealing. His dark gold hair reached just below the broad width of his shoulder blades, straight as the arrows he kept on his back. With a strong-cut jaw, high cheekbones and full lips, Elle had little doubt that he could be a top model if he had been born on Earth.
His blue eyes sparkled knowingly as she perused his form, and when her eyes snapped back to his face in embarrassment he offered her a quick smirk and a wink before looking back to Aragorn.
"Where is Gandalf?"
Aragorn shrugged, "Lady Elle believes that he was delayed during his search for knowledge. We do not know what has transpired since."
Glorfindel turned and appraised her just as curiously as she had him, though he had little respect for subtlety.
"Lady Elle? How peculiar."
Elle glared up at the rude stranger, wishing that poking her tongue out was still a valid argument in the adult world. Instead she kept her mouth shut, fully aware that it was the generosity of these men that would soon have her on horseback and in a nice, warm bed by dinner.
"Strider?" Sam's voice called through the undergrowth, Pippin and Merry trotting on behind. He stopped abruptly when he caught sight of the six Elven warriors, armed for battle.
"Gentlemen, this is Glorfindel and his squadron. He has come to escort us safely to Rivendell." Aragorn addressed the hobbits, encouraging them to step forward.
Glorfindel nodded his head in acknowledgment, "Speaking of which, we had best leave now if you hope to arrive before the morrow."
The Ranger agreed, leading them back toward the campsite. Elle followed behind grudgingly, keeping her distance from the smug elves.
With haste they packed up their minimal belongings, tugging behind a sleepy Bill as the elves took them back to their waiting steeds.
Elle gasped in delight upon seeing the exquisite white and silver horses, their coats shining brilliantly in the sun. She approached the nearest one with earnest, holding out a hand to let the giant, gentle beast muzzle at her palm.
"His name is Asfaloth, my Lady." Glorfindel said from behind her, before leading the steed away and bouncing up into the saddle.
There was but one spare horse for Aragorn, the rest of them having to share with the elves. Elle sat behind one with wavy, honey brown hair and a warm smile. He introduced himself as Lhaindor, and assisted her up into the saddle with refined poise.
Elle had never ridden a horse before but had always wanted to give it a try. She adored the look of them, and their lovely nature.
For the first few hours she was enjoying herself immensely. Her feet no longer hurt from walking, and she could happily admire the scenery without having to watch for roots or overturned stones to stumble over. Plus, Lhaindor had the same spicy, flower-like scent Arwen exuded and it smelt pretty damn good.
After the fifth hour had passed however, she was really starting to get bored. Her ass was smarting like a bitch from the fast pace of the horse, sending her jostling up and down in the saddle with each step and making the experience increasingly unpleasant.
Both of her legs were cramped, and the pack still strapped to her shoulders was thumping uncomfortably against her lower back.
"Are we almost there?" Elle asked the elf for the third time, not bothering to hide the discomfort from her voice.
"Soon, my Lady."
Elle huffed, impatient for a decent meal, a bath and a chance to stretch her poor legs. But then they rounded the corner of the narrow cliff pass, and all coherent thoughts fled.
It's one thing to see Rivendell depicted on film or in art, but... It's an entirely different experience to behold the magnificent city in person.
Nestled in the pit of a valley, surrounded by craggy cliffs and towering mountains, Rivendell took her breath away. It was perfectly situated to catch the glow of the sun at all times of day, bathing it in golden light. Everything was still, calm, serene. Elle had never even imagined that such beauty could exist.
"Welcome to Rivendell, my Lady." Lhaindor spoke, sensing her behind him as she craned her neck for a better look.
"You actually live here?" She breathed, eyes drinking in the silver spires of the city, broken up by autumn-tinged trees and tumbling waterfalls.
"I do." Lhaindor indulged the girl, following behind as the group unconsciously picked up speed with their home in sight.
"Wow."
By the time they reached the engraved gates of Rivendell, night had fallen. Elle was grateful to finally be on solid ground, smiling at Lhaindor in thanks as he lifted her from the saddle and placed her carefully on her feet.
Gods, her arse hurt. And her thighs. And her back. And, well, pretty much everything.
Straining, she hobbled over to the Ranger's side.
"Welcome, friends, to Rivendell!" Glorfindel smiled broadly at them all, gesturing toward a group of well-dressed elves waiting patiently nearby, "Come, Lord Elrond will greet you now."
Elle huddled close to the hobbits, mimicking their actions as they all stared up in overwhelmed awe at the shining city, flecked by torchlight in the night. She felt as if her eyes couldn't soak in enough things at once.
Her gaze was stolen shortly by the figures standing in the candlelight, their expressions one of welcome.
"Greetings, Lord Elrond." Aragorn said, stepping forward as he dipped into a courteous bow, "My thanks for your assistance and hospitality."
The ethereal, dark-haired elf raised a hand, waving away the Ranger's words, "It is no trouble to help a friend, Aragorn."
His voice was gentle, his expression serene. While he could not have been a day past thirty-five, Elrond's eyes held such powerful wisdom that he gave the impression of being thousands of years older.
Elle shook herself, of course he was thousands of years older. He was an elf, genius.
The hobbits whispered amongst themselves beside her, her keen hearing catching their words as they mumbled in confusion. They didn't seem to understand Lord Elrond calling the Ranger by his true name, their suspicion rising. She'd forgotten that they didn't know of his real title, and resisted the urge to giggle evilly at the upcoming conversation Aragorn would now have to have to explain.
But then she remembered her predicament with not quite being truthful about her own self, and fell awkwardly silent.
Distracting herself, Elle perused the unfamiliar faces of the elves around them. The only one she could recognise was the radiant she-elf, Arwen, standing by her father's side in similar robes of white. She looked stunning, sharing a smile with Elle from where she stood amongst her father's advisors.
Aragorn inclined his head toward Lord Elrond once more, before making the necessary introductions.
"These are my companions; Peregrin Took, Meriadoc Brandybuck and Samwise Gamgee of the Shire. They escorted Frodo Baggins to Bree." Aragorn said, pointing each of them out until he came to stop at Elle.
"And this..." He paused, "...Is the Lady Elle, of Sydney. She is under Gandalf's instruction to watch over the hobbits."
All eyes were on her, and Elle felt as if she'd love the floor to swallow her up right about now. Lying to the boys had been traumatic enough, but now she was lying to elves? It just didn't sit right with her.
"Masters Peregrin, Meriadoc, Samwise, and our Lady Elle; please make yourselves at home. You may rest here for however long you see fit to." Lord Elrond spoke softly, his eyes burning curiously on Elle. She quickly looked away from his discerning blue gaze, heat prickling nervously beneath her skin.
Elves couldn't read minds, could they?
"Thank you." They all mumbled as one, shuffling awkwardly at the entrance to his grand estate.
"What of the hobbit, Frodo? How is he?" Aragorn asked the question that had been on all of their lips, before anything more could be said.
"Frodo is doing well, considering. He will be unconscious for another two days or so while his body repairs the internal damage, but he will live." Lord Elrond was glad to respond, smiling genially as all of them expressed their relief and gratitude over the good news.
"Come now, my guests. We have food to be offered, baths to be had and warm beds to enjoy." Lord Elrond said after their excitement had died down, turning to lead the way into Rivendell.
Elle looked up, marvelling over the stunning architecture as they followed after Lord Elrond. The palace, for she felt that the term was dutifully fitting here, was decorated in shades of grey oak and varying tones of the setting sun. Pastel oranges, golds, browns and greens warmed the eyes, sending a feeling of reverence and security tingling to her toes.
She felt completely at peace within the walls of Imladris. Even the wolf proved to be no challenge, quite happy to bide it's time contently within as they wandered through the spacious, airy halls.
There were no glass panes in the tall, arch shaped windows, just open space that somehow managed to keep the air at a perfect temperature. Not too hot, not too cold; Just right.
A symphony of voices began singing far off within the grounds, in the same foreign language Aragorn had used earlier when speaking with Arwen. Sindarin, was it? In any case, the elvish music was hauntingly beautiful, weaving through the trees as more unseen elves picked up the tune and joined in.
Elle felt as if she shouldn't dare make a noise, fearful she might disturb the peace and the elves would stop their soothing hymns. She could stay here and listen to this forever.
"How do you fair, Lady Elle?" Arwen asked as she stepped in beside her.
Elle glanced up at the tall elf nervously, "I'm good, thanks. You?"
Arwen puzzled for a moment over the human's unusual speech before answering, "I am well, thank you. My father has asked if you would join him in a few days time, so that he might discuss how you came to be here?"
Elle gulped. Uh, oh.
"Sure, sounds good." She replied, faking a smile.
Arwen grinned back at her, "Wonderful. Your quarters are right next to mine, so if you have any questions or just want someone to show you around, I won't ever be too far."
"Thanks!" Elle chirped back, feeling horribly guilty.
Lord Elrond led the company through the twisting, winding halls of Imladris, deep into the heart of the city. Elle felt overwhelmed by the raw, captivating beauty of it all, detailed in the smallest of ways to the greatest of masterpieces. The views were breathtaking and the halls open to the elements, with the constant drum of the waterfalls like a distant song only adding to the tranquility.
The three hobbits stuck close to her the entire time, Merry even going so far as to take her hand once more to comfort her. She'd grown fond of them during their journey, and it seemed like her feelings were mutual. Even if they had come quite close to death, Elle supposed that that was probably the only reason they all felt so bonded.
Lord Elrond stopped at a large, spacious hallway swathed in the gentle light of the crescent moon.
"This is where I leave you. Arwen shall show you to your rooms, and I'm sure you will all have time to see the grounds in the light of a new day. Rest now; I bid you all a good night."
"B-but what about Mr. Frodo? Can we see him, sir?" Sam stammered, speaking up for the first time since they'd entered through the gates.
Lord Elrond shook his head kindly, "I am sorry, Master Gamgee. It is late, and Frodo needs rest and healing. I will, however, send someone in the morn to escort you to his ward, so that you might all have a chance to see him."
Sam wasn't all too pleased about this but he nodded his head obediently anyway, respectful of all that the elf had done for them.
Aragorn, rather than retire for the evening, left with Lord Elrond to further discuss Frodo's well being, and the unforeseen presence of the Ring in Rivendell.
Elle wanted to go with him, but he'd refused. Even when she'd stamped her foot in annoyance, Aragorn had sent Arwen a look that had her taking the human's arm and steering her in the opposite direction.
Stupid, fuckwit Ranger's and their sexist, patriarchal crap! Elle fumed silently, stomping alongside Arwen's dainty steps.
Hadn't she proved she was trustworthy by now? Hadn't she been the one who'd defended and protected the boys after Aragorn had bailed on them? It riled her up to no end to know she wasn't allowed to have any say in their plans, especially knowing that they would probably be discussing her.
The hobbits each got their own room, conjoined so that they wouldn't feel too alone in the large, foreign city. Elle said her goodbyes, spying their beds behind their doors with keen interest. Only now did she finally realise just how drained she was.
Stifling a yawn, she followed Arwen up a twisting flight of stairs to yet another long and open hall. Her room was the very first on the right, it's door of ivory wood adorned with the falling shapes of leaves and stars.
"The vartyo have left a warm meal for you here. You may bathe either now, or tomorrow morning. Whichever you wish, Lady Elle." Arwen said as she opened the door and led Elle inside.
"It's just Elle, actually." She corrected, before the words died in her throat.
The room was not at all alike to her one back home, or even the one she'd stayed in at the inn. This one, like the rest of Imladris, was carved exquisitely from white and grey oak to simulate the feel of being in the depth of the forest.
Engraved vines and tree branches wrapped around the columns of her four-poster bed and arced across the arched windows, reaching across the roof until they met in the middle, forming an unusual dome shape. There was no fireplace, but the room was nice and warm and just to her liking. Burning, white candles perched on most available surfaces to add light and a feeling of warmth, but mostly they were just for show.
"This is beautiful." Elle breathed, wandering in and trailing her fingers along anything and everything in reach.
Arwen smiled, appreciating the human's excitement, "Yes, it is. You may stay here for however long you need, Elle."
"Thank you." She said, barely containing her squeal of joy when she spied the meal laid out on a small table by the window. Her stomach practically howled.
Oh food, how I've missed you!
"Would you prefer to bathe now, or in the morning?"
Elle turned to Arwen, almost missing what she'd said. She grinned apologetically as her brain caught on, "If we'd got here an hour earlier I would've jumped at the chance, but I'm bloody starving. I need to eat first, and knowing me I'll crash right after. Do you think you can take me to a bath tomorrow?"
Arwen laughed, "Of course, I expected as much. I will leave you to rest now and come for you in the morning. Good night."
Elle watched as she left, feeling a little gross for turning down the chance to clean herself. Especially after the amount she'd sweated in the past days. But priorities took precedent, and she desperately needed to eat.
She guesstimated it would probably be around 11:00pm now, and while normally she might've been able to stay up in to the wee hours of the night, today was not the case. She was knackered, and needed a decent nights sleep in an actual, proper bed.
Wasting no time now that Arwen had left, Elle dived into her dinner. It was completely vegetarian, much to her liking, and quite a diverse range too. Some sort of heated veggie patty stuffed with herbs, lentils and a delicious melted sauce she'd never tasted before, with a side of chickpea salad and sliced apples.
At least, she thought they were chickpeas. Hoped they were, would be the better term.
After she'd filled her belly to the brim and was as satisfied as she could possibly get, Elle began the slow task of stripping herself of her tattered new dress.
She'd had it for barely a week, and it was already destroyed! She had no idea what she was supposed to wear for the rest of her time here, but it wasn't something she wanted to worry about right now.
Once she was left in only her threadbare chemise and a nice, protruding food baby, Elle stumbled over to the bed and slid between the crisp, soft grey sheets, lifting the mint patterned doona up to her chin as she went.
The smooth, costly fabric felt fantastic against her body. She could already feel the aches and pains seeping away as her tight muscles unwound for the night. Elle blinked the sleepy haze from her eyes, staring up into the night sky from the nearest window. It was ablaze with lights, and she let out a small breath in wonder.
Why had she not been looking up this entire time?
Too excited by everything around her, she'd never thought to. And, somehow, she'd been missing the absolute work of art above. Swirling galaxies and cosmos lit up the night sky like dazzling fireworks, putting nothing but shame on the excuse of stars she had grown accustomed to back home.
She couldn't recognise any of them, which wasn't saying all that much seeing as how she could really only identify the Southern Cross. But still, she couldn't even find that.
It really only served to drive in just how far from home she really was. In an entirely different dimension. It was crazy, yet more thrilling than she could have ever imagined.
Closing her eyes, Elle shoved the pillow out from under her head as she preferred to sleep and smiled. This was a new beginning for her. She was in Rivendell for crying out loud, surrounded by elves and other magical creatures. Heck, she was now one of them!
Her thoughts turned to Radagast, wondering if he'd found his mark and alerted the Eagles to Gandalf's predicament. Was the old wizard on his way to Imladris right now? What would he say when he found her here?
Her stomach clenched uncomfortably. Would he be angry? And what of Aragorn, and the hobbits? Would they hate her, and turn from her in fear and disgust when they found out what she was? What she was capable of?
Here she was, a guest in Lord Elrond's home, using falsity and lies to slither her way in. She never thought she could be this wily, and wondered if that was a trait of the wolf showing through, or if it were her own survival instincts that were helping her keep up the lie.
For a moment she twisted and turned, trying to get comfortable and shut down for the night. She was still buzzing; going so hard for so long was difficult to turn off.
But then the elves picked up their song once more, drifting in like the soothing starlight from her open windows.
Elle was asleep in seconds.
This was the third morning in a row that Elle had been woken by the rising sun. When had her life become something dictated by the availability of daylight, rather than the norm of an irritating alarm clock?
She threw her covers over her head, deciding she'd have much preferred a pair of curtains and an alarm set to her liking.
After realising there was just little to no point in trying to get back to sleep now that she was wide awake, Elle gave up and peeked her head out into the blinding sunshine.
Yep, she was definitely still in Rivendell.
So last night hadn't been a beautiful dream, after all. Her smile grew until she was beaming like a complete dork, all grumpiness of the early morning wake up call erased.
She was in Rivendell!
And holy crap did she have a good sleep. It was literally like laying back upon a mattress of clouds.
Mhmm, she could definitely get used to this.
Elle padded across the cool marble floors and perched herself on a teal window seat, staring out across the grounds as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
If it was even possible, Rivendell was somehow more beautiful during the day. Whereas the night had been empty of all life, today the place flowed like a pleasant breeze with the constant thrum of activity. It was like watching a flower bloom, opening up to the eager rays of dawn.
Men and women (well, technically elves) lingered throughout the gardens, or walked swiftly through open hallways below. Reading, writing, singing, embroidering; It didn't matter, but it was all for leisure.
A soft knock echoed from the door, and Elle turned reluctantly from the view as she called for whoever it was to come in.
Arwen, followed by a sweet-looking elven girl with ringleted ash-blonde locks, glided through the door in airy robes of pale lilac.
"Good morning, Elle." Arwen greeted with a smile as she swept over to her by the window, "How did you sleep?"
"Fine, thanks," Elle replied, somewhat distracted as she watched the little elf place a wooden tray on the table and begin pouring out a steaming green drink into two dainty, goblet-like tea cups, "You?"
Her eyes arrowed in on the two covered plates. Breakfast was on that tray, and she was starving.
"I was thinking we might break our fast together, and then I can take you to the baths? Frodo will be fine to have visitors around noon. He is still unconscious, and had a rough night last night, but he is healing." Arwen chattered away, taking Elle to sit over at the table.
"Okay, sure. Sounds nice." Elle replied, taking the offered goblet from the young elf and inhaling tentatively.
It smelt nice, like peppermint tea, so she took a small sip.
The hot liquid warmed her insides exquisitely, a slightly spicier version of the tea she was used to back home. Elle sighed in undisguised pleasure.
"This is Feriel, she will be your vartyo during your stay. If you have need for anything at all, she will see to it that it is done." Arwen explained as the elven girl, Feriel, curtsied before helping Elle slip into a long, white lounging robe with drastic accents of lace to cover up her chemise.
The gown had open bell sleeves, and hooked down the front with a fitted bodice. It was simple but scant, and due to it's delicate nature and impracticality, was obviously not fit for much more than lazing about in the privacy of ones home.
"I hope it fits. It's one of my own, I had the hem and sleeves shortened a tad bit last night for you." Arwen said as Feriel hooked the last button in.
Elle wasn't really one for dresses, but so far it seemed that they were the norm for women of this age. At least this one was quite beautiful, and a far cry from the torn up mess she'd been wearing.
It fit well, though Elle was somewhat curvier and toned in comparison to Arwen's straight and slender form.
"This is so nice of you," Elle said as she inspected herself, "Thank you so much."
"No need to thank me, it's a gift."
Elle sat down across from the she-elf, the fabric rustling softly.
"Feriel can be very shy," Arwen smiled as she dismissed the girl, "But she is an innocent. She will treat you well."
After they ate (Elle could've died with how happy she was; the entire platter of blueberry crepes and fresh fruit salad gone in minutes), Arwen stood and said she would escort her to the baths.
Elle wasn't too sure what she meant by baths, but assumed it was some kind of communal bathroom, like they have at public pools or the beach. She didn't really know what would be appropriate to wear there, but Arwen assured her that the lounging robe would be fine for now. It was a relief to be able to walk around on the cool, smooth marble floor without her boots on. She'd been living in them for far too long now.
They passed a few elves on the way, Elle ducking her head in embarrassment of her bedraggled appearance. Everyone they met seemed to stop and greet Arwen with shining words of kindness and praise. Obviously she was a much loved elf here in Rivendell, and had many admirers and friends.
"We are very fortunate to be surrounded by flowing rivers and waterfalls in Imladris," Arwen told Elle as she took her further down and underneath the grand city, "We always have fresh, running water. The baths are just down here..."
The walls had some time ago turned cave-like, dripping with moisture and echoing with the rush of water moving fast through unseen chasms. The air was warmer down here, too, and smelt of salt and earth and rock.
They turned down a curved stone staircase, and the narrow cave opened up into a massive arena. The walls were open and depicted a magnificent view of the valley and distant mountains, with arches carved naturally into the rock. Some let in water, while others dispersed of it. The unnatural blue light of the baths danced upon the roof, forever changing and casting unusual patterns above.
"This is incredible." Elle said, her voice ricocheting off the walls. There were stone pathways in between the hollowed-out pools dug in to the rock, small holes within allowing the water to flow slowly through and become heated as they went, before being pushed back out and down into the waterfall below.
Arwen smiled pleasantly, walking over to some indents in the cave wall nearby. She reached in and pulled out two towels, and a few small bottles of what Elle could only guess must be toiletries.
"This way." Arwen said, gesturing with her head in the opposite direction. They walked until they reached the furthest corner, shrouded privately from the rest.
"You may bathe here. I understand humans can be very strict in upholding their moral decency for privacy as is your laws, for your women especially. We elves are far more attuned with our bodies, and do not mind being exposed as so in front of others." Arwen explained, thinking she was doing Elle a great service as she continued on.
Which, you know, she was. But Elle was from 2014, so nudity had never really been the life or death problem Arwen was making it out to be. Honestly, she'd probably spent more time running about naked as a child and skinny dipping at the beach than she'd care to admit.
Not that she did that much now, in adulthood. She did prefer to have that privacy at this stage of her life. But still, she was just taking a bath, not shooting a porno. The way Arwen was saying it, it sounded like to be communally bathing in any other city here would be unthinkable, and have had her beheaded within the hour.
Obviously her 21st Century lifestyle would be a major culture shock. Mini skirts and bikini's would likely end up giving these humans a heart attack. Or, at the very least have them chasing after her shouting, 'Witch!'.
Ignorant of her internal musings, Arwen carried on placing the towels by the edge of the bath. Which, by the way, resembled more of a spa at some luxurious retreat than anything else.
"Thanks." Elle said gratefully, taking the offered soaps and bottles from Arwen's hand.
"I will be on the other side of this wall, so do not fear. Nobody will come in unannounced." Arwen joked, before leaving the room for Elle to wash.
She wasted no time in pulling off her robe and tearing her chemise over her head. With a dip of her toe she checked the temperature to find it perfect, and jumped straight in with a grin of delight.
The pool was deep, lapping at her shoulders when she stood, with a ledge of stone ringing the outside for one to sit comfortably and wash.
After inspecting the bottles Arwen had provided, and sniffing their contents dubiously, she found one to contain some sort of bathing oil, another two the Middle-Earth version of shampoo and conditioner, while the last appeared to be a body moisturiser.
She scrubbed and rubbed until her skin smelt of gardenias and geranium, before washing out her hair and taking her sweet time doing so. Hey, with the way things had been going so far, she had no idea when next she'd have the option of a bath.
When she was done and the pool was filled with soap suds and bubbles, Elle thought it might be a good time to relax for a moment. She was fed, she was clean, and she was well rested. So far, this had been the calmest she'd felt in Middle-Earth.
She'd read of the healing qualities Rivendell possessed, knew of the good that it would bring to the Fellowship before their journey truly began, but had never really understood just how meditative and restorative the elven city really was. Elle could actually feel the salts in the water leeching the exhaustion from her bones, soothing the frailty of her overwhelmed mind.
She was, quite frankly, in heaven.
"Do you like it here?" Elle called out after a moment of floating on her back, eyes closed and dark hair swirling like a cloud around her.
When Arwen didn't reply right away, Elle thought the elf might not have heard her over the roar of the waterfalls. But just as she was about to repeat herself a little louder, Arwen replied;
"Yes, it's my home. Occasionally... things can get a little stale and uninteresting, but something always happens to pick it back up again."
Elle chuckled dryly, "Like four hobbits, a girl and a Ranger arriving on your doorstep?"
"Precisely." The smile was evident in Arwen's voice.
"I'm sorry you're stuck babysitting me." Elle said after a moment.
"Don't be," Arwen chided, "I offered. It's not often we have female humans here. Mostly it's just men and elves travelling through."
"I get the feeling you don't normally have a lot of company." Elle replied twisting in the water so that she came to rest her chin on the cool edge of the stone. From here, Elle could just make out the back of Arwen's head from behind the purposefully hole-mottled wall.
"No, not usually." Arwen conceded, "There are some elleths I spend my time with, but they are women of court and not interested in the life I am drawn to."
"I get that," Elle said wistfully, "Back home I lived with this girl, Harley, she was an absolute princess. I wasn't into that kind of stuff, either."
Arwen laughed, "Exactly. I much prefer the life of a human anyway, you have so many more options. You burn so bright, and so quickly, and fulfil so much in that short amount of time. Life would be much more exciting, I think."
Elle snorted ungracefully, "It's not always that black and white, unfortunately. Most people completely waste their lives away doing nothing. Sad to say I was one of them for a while."
After that they both fell quietly into their own separate brooding for a while, before Elle's skin started to prune and she decided it was about time to get out.
The oils that glistened across the surface of the pool were close to overpowering her sensitive nose. She was almost glad to lift herself out of the water and away from the heady scent, before drying herself off with a towel.
Elle's brows furrowed with disgust at the sight of her soiled chemise, appalled that she'd actually slept in that. Middle-Earth was doing something to her brain, to be putting good hygiene behind everything else.
Disregarding the dirty item, Elle instead wrapped herself in the lounging robe she'd been provided with. The material wasn't thick, but it was opaque enough not to show any of her important bits to the rest of the world.
"I'm done." Elle said, stepping around the wall and smiling down at where Arwen sat with her legs dangling into the bath.
She offered a hand to help her up, which Arwen took. Instead of letting go of her hand though, she gasped and raised it to her nose in shock.
"Your nails, Elle! They are blue! Are you ill?!"
Elle burst out laughing as Arwen inspected her hands for infection, "No, I'm fine. It's just a... Varnish type thing, that you paint on nails to colour them. It's for fun, not dangerous. I promise."
"You did this on purpose? Why?" Arwen furrowed her brows, touching the blue paint with unsure fingers.
Elle shrugged, "Where I come from, it's something girls do to feel pretty I guess."
"You're very strange." Arwen said matter-of-factly, tilting her head and perusing her as if she were some sort of scientific specimen. The term 'under the microscope' popped to mind, and Elle continued towelling her wet hair with a laugh.
"Thanks. Shall we get going?"
Somehow it felt much longer leaving the caves than it did in getting there, already missing the calming qualities of the baths and the serene roar of the water in her ears. To pass the time until Frodo could receive visitors, Elle decided to find the hobbits and see if they'd like to come for a tour. Arwen had said she'd be happy to show them around, talking of the gardens and the famed Annals of Rivendell.
She knew Sam would be especially keen, yesterday he hadn't shut up about it. But a commotion outside caught their attention before they could find them, the buzzing of confused elves tickling at her ears.
Elle followed Arwen to the nearest balcony, peering up from the ledge as they watched on with the growing crowd in amazement. Her eyes nearly bugged out, disbelieving of what she was actually seeing.
A giant eagle of golden-brown was circling above, the elves below curiously pointing up and debating as to why the great beast was here.
It couldn't be an Eagle of the Eyrie, could it? She had never even dreamed that they could look so majestic, or make her feel so... ensnared and captivated.
Her mouth was definitely hanging open. Not a very attractive picture, but she just couldn't find the will to care.
Suddenly it swooped, and everyone scattered with cries of fear as the magnificent bird plummeted to the ground. Elle was frozen to the spot, eyes wide as she watched the eagle withdraw at the last second and delicately place an elderly man in long grey robes and a crooked, conical hat on to the grass, before taking off once more in a violent blast of wind and a cry that shook the leaves from the trees.
Elle watched the bird depart like a burnished bullet in the blue sky, before everyone's attention glued back onto the lone figure standing crookedly on the grass. She squinted, waiting for the old man to turn around so she could see his face. And when he did, she gasped audibly.
That's Gandalf.
Ignoring Arwen's calls to wait, Elle lifted the hem to her lounging robe and ran through the hall to the closest set of stairs. She rushed down, pushing past a group of elves and headed straight for the wizard who was currently bending his hunched form back to loosen out the kinks.
"Gandalf!" Elle cried out, just in time to see a pair of surprised blue eyes capture hers before she skidded to a stop mere feet away from him.
"Do I know you, child?" The wizard asked, his voice oddly hoarse from dehydration as he straightened himself to his full height.
It was only now that Elle noticed the faded purple bruise on his forehead, and the dried blood matted within his beard.
Right, he had been a prisoner for days now at the twisted hands of Saruman.
"N-no." Elle stuttered, realising that while she felt as if she knew this man, he for one had never seen her before in his life. At least Radagast had been successful in finding the Eagles' to rescue the old man. Always a plus. But had he told the wizard of her little problem like he said he had?
Going by the blank, unregistered look on Gandalf's face, it didn't really seem so.
"Well then, could you perhaps assist me in fetching Lord Elrond?"
"I am here, Gandalf." The familiar, formal tone of the ancient elf broke in, and Elle glanced back to see Elrond approaching with his daughter.
The wizard relaxed with a warm smile, "Elrond, my old friend."
Elle's eyes flicked nervously between the two, very aware that they'd just witnessed Gandalf not recognising a damn thing about her.
Why was she so stupid? Instead of acting off of rational thought, she'd ran out to him on mere impulse like an over excitable toddler. Man, she was screwed.
"I have known you as a wizard fond for his eccentrics, but this reaches new heights even for you. An Eagle, Gandalf? You always were a sucker for entrances." The elf teased as he stepped forward to embrace his friend.
Gandalf laughed richly, "Much has transpired, Elrond. The aid of Gwaihir was an unfortunate necessity."
It seemed that Lord Elrond had now too noticed the wizard's roughened appearance, his expression growing sombre as he asked, "What has happened to you, Gandalf? Did you say Gwaihir?"
"Perhaps we should discuss these things privately?" Gandalf said, "And with a few more creature comforts."
"Of course." Lord Elrond inclined his head.
"Lady Arwen, it is a pleasure to see you again." Gandalf greeted the she-elf.
"The pleasure is mine, as always." Arwen replied with a composed smile.
Elle stood there, gaping like an idiot in comparison. Jeez, she would never get used to this place. They had all just witnessed a wizard fly in unannounced on the back of a mythical bird, and everyone was acting as if it were just an average morning.
Elle, on the other hand, was almost positive that they could hear the rapid beating of her heart, and she for one could definitely smell the nervous sweat gathering between her clammy palms.
It only got worse seeing as how her cover had practically just been blown, and she'd probably be getting herself locked up in some dank, forgotten dungeon with no windows and only one measly meal a day under charges of fraud and werewolfism. Wait, was that even a word?
She was so, so screwed.
However, instead of turning to her and demanding answers or pointing a decrepit finger and screaming freak, the two swept off without a second glance in Elle's direction. She felt incredibly uncomfortable, and more than a little overlooked.
Didn't Radagast say Gandalf would be told of her presence, and would help to explain why she was here? Or, you know, at least reassure the rest of them that she wasn't a rabid animal about to rip their gizzards out.
Get a grip, Elle, She reminded herself with a growl, The man's just been through hell and back. A weird-ass, realm-confused wolf girl is probably the least of his worries right now.
"He looks terrible." Arwen stated as they watched the wizard hobble off, "How do you know him again?"
Ah.
"Um, from stories and things... He's pretty big where I come from." Elle improvised, floundering for something to say.
"Sounds important. What's Sydney like? Is it very different to Rivendell?"
Elle almost laughed with relief. Ask, and ye shall receive.
"Yeah, very different. Our buildings are tall and boring, they reach way up to the sky and are usually grey stone or glass. Pretty ugly, if you ask me. There isn't as many trees as there are here, but we do have some lovely beaches."
She talked of home as they walked back up into the estate, going along with their earlier plans to meet up with the hobbits. Maybe if she went about her days normally and unobtrusively, nobody would even question why she was there. Arwen for one was immersed in the wondrous tales of Sydney, wanting to know more about her strange land, and Elle was only too happy to provide the distraction.
It was perfect for her, because she really didn't want to explain why Gandalf hadn't recognised her. Her insides twisted anxiously, roiling inside with fear.
Of course, they would eventually find out. She couldn't run from who she was forever, as much as she'd like to. She was in a strange land, a dangerous land, and like it or not she needed their help. She couldn't just run away. No, she just had to wait for the other shoe to drop.
And when they did find out, she'd be dubbed a liar and a demon.
Would she be rejected? Feared? ...Hated? Would they try to kill her, or just lock her away until she died naturally? The thought of their acceptance was almost too hopeful to entertain. She wasn't normal after all, not even for their standards. Her nature was first and foremost one of evil. She actually had to try, and try hard, to be good.
And okay, when did she become the Frankenstein monster? Flashbacks of High School English studies swam before her eyes; of the misunderstood monster being chased by jeering hoards of peasants, complete with pitchforks and flaming torches as they screamed out fearful obscenities and propaganda.
Elle squeezed her eyes shut tight, ignoring her overactive imagination as she tried to explain for Arwen's sake why it was that they didn't use horses in her land, without spilling the beans on motorised vehicles.
It felt good, to talk about home. She hadn't really realised how much she missed it until now. And yeah, okay, so she didn't miss the people per say. But Australia would always have a place in her heart. It would always be familiar; her home.
Her mind was so a flutter with stress, she didn't even notice the journey to the hobbits' dorm. Without warning she was standing at their door, with Arwen pushing her in first to the happy greetings of the boys.
When would those pleased smiles change? Soon? Today? Or maybe tomorrow, or a week from now. Whenever the timing, it would likely have the same results. She could only wish that they'd all go easy on her, try to be understanding.
Experience, however, told her people rarely ever were.
After a light lunch with the boys - Pippin especially glad to see her as he'd thought (seeing as how she never appeared in the morning as promised) that the elves must have bewitched and kidnapped her like the many tales suggested - the girls and the trio of hobbits all left to enquire after Frodo.
The poor boy was being held in the hospital ward, in an airy room that reminded Elle of a gazebo. It was high up and surrounded by trees and flowers, with a breeze tinkling like bells through the leaves.
Frodo was fast asleep in the middle of a large, white and gold bed decorated with spiritual effigies. His skin was pale, his eyes shadowed and dark. There was a bandage on his chest, hiding the angry wound from view.
Sam had near wept at the sight of him as they all took a seat at the edge of his bed, to hold on to his hands and brush back his limp, dark hair.
"What's wrong with him?" Merry asked, turning to Arwen and the healer who sat patiently nearby.
"He is in an induced coma." Arwen explained, "It will keep any pain he might feel from his mind and let him rest fully, but he will wake from it in a couple of days. When he is ready."
"He will live though, won't he?" Sam asked, not taking his watering eyes from the prone form of his best friend.
"Yes, he will Mr Gamgee. He may find he suffers great pain for the rest of his life from this wound, it is after all of such a severe nature. But he will live." The healer elf responded.
The next two days were spent by Frodo's side.
Wherever the three hobbits' went, Elle went. The group quickly became inseparable, and while Elle had enjoyed the tours they'd taken through Rivendell, none of them felt right unless they were by Frodo's bed. She almost felt responsible for them all, like a mother hen looking after her chicks.
She spent her time reading to them, from the tomes Arwen had leant her from Rivendell's equivalent to a library. Stories of great adventures, poetry and lifelong romance. Sometimes she would hum tunes from her world, and comb back Frodo's hair. She hadn't sung at all for anyone but Angie before, and the change was nice. The boys quickly became quite attached to her, as if they in turn felt a certain sense of responsibility for her.
Gandalf and Lord Elrond came and went a few times over the two days, the wizard properly introducing himself to Elle with an amused glint in his eyes. He did not mention Radagast, nor her involvement with the Fellowship, but rather went along with the story she had fabricated through silent acceptance.
Nobody questioned a thing. Although, on more than one occasion during shared meals, she'd catch Lord Elrond eying her with curious interest as if she were some puzzle he was trying to decipher.
It frustrated her to no end, to be aware that they were playing with her and being unable to do anything about it. She decided Radagast must have told Gandalf of her plight, otherwise she was sure he'd have approached the mystery of her presence far differently.
Clearly he was conscious of her need for a story, but she also knew it could not last long. Soon, she'd have to come clean with all of them.
Was Gandalf waiting for her to step forward? Or was he just as distracted by Frodo's ill wellbeing as the rest of them, and holding off for when the hobbit recovered?
Truthfully Elle had no idea why, and hadn't even had a chance to speak with him. He passed through so quickly there was hardly any time for much more than a hello. She was too afraid to seek him out in turn, though the waiting was slowly driving her mad.
Elle was strolling comfortably alongside Sam on the third morning of their arrival, as they took the winding passages up to the healing wards. They had slept in a little longer than usual, and were gossiping about this and that as they went.
It was great fun talking about the elves, especially since (though they did not know it yet) Elle could smell and hear if any of them were creeping nearby. It was almost like a game, not to get caught teasing their odd ways. She knew that they had just as good hearing as her, but their noses were not even slightly as powerful. She could scent out the elves from miles away, to exact locations no less.
So there they were, both giggling about the males immaculate grooming tendencies, when they heard voices.
They both stopped short and Elle took a breath in, scenting Frodo's familiar earthiness and another muskier aroma, like the smoke of a beach bonfire. Someone was with Frodo, and someone was making a very much awake Frodo laugh.
Elle and Sam looked to each other, before dashing off in full sprint in the direction of Frodo's room.
They both burst in, shock colouring their faces as they were treated to a delightful view of Frodo sitting up in the middle of his bed, a very imposing Gandalf seated in Elle's chair beside him.
"Frodo!" Sam crowed almost immediately, racing over from the doorway to grasp his friend's hand, "Bless you, you're awake!"
"Sam has hardly left your side." Gandalf said in his rumbling, deep voice, smiling at the two as they embraced.
"We were that worried about you, weren't we Mr Gandalf?" Sam added, beaming at Frodo.
Elle took a few tentative steps inside, unsure of her place in the group as she stood there awkwardly.
But then Frodo looked over to her, his face lighting up with recognition into an adoring smile, and she ran forward to clasp him into a hug as well.
"Thank goodness you're awake." She said, her voice muffled by his hair.
His eyes were red and looked sore and tired, and his sallow skin had lost the vibrancy of colour it usually pertained, but he was alive. He was awake.
"By the skills of Lord Elrond, you're beginning to mend." Gandalf said once they'd broken apart, and they all looked over to the man of the manor as he stepped in to the room.
His dark hair was pieced intricately down the sides of his face in small knots, falling below his waist as he inclined his head in greeting with a small smile.
"Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins."
So there it is!
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*EDIT* 28/5/14 I am seriously considering discontinuing this story due to trolling and malicious comments. The Review section is for leaving Reviews on the content and quality of a story with the aim to improve, not for attacking authors notes or sending meaningless hateful words that aren't relevant to the story. It's pathetic that some people get their jollies that way, and reflects badly on the rest of us who are here to learn, to teach and to be entertained. If you're not here for those reasons, do not read this story. I have no patience for people holding tantrums. Get a life instead, and keep your hateful comments to yourself please. Thank you.