Chapter 3
Elven_Princess_2005
Thanks to:
Elenawen-Nelinalus: I'm delighted that you like it so much.
Requiem Euphoria: Yes, I've updated! Finally, no more death threats. I can live my life again. LOL.
Crystal Snowflakes: I dont' mind you pointing out that Elves could probably hear the mumbling. What I was infering was that Arwen hear her, loud and clear, so to speak, but it was meant more for a sarcastic tone. I'm sorry if that was vague.
Levanna: Unfortunately, I can make every chapter better then the last, I'm not that lucky. If you don't mind me asking, what is a 10th fic? I've not heard that expression used before. I know for a fact that my grammer could be a little bit better. English isn't one of my strong suits in school. Sorry!
FieryPhoenixTears: Thank you. Luindae: A dress. YES!! Dresses are a good thing not a bad thing. You'll just have to wait and see about the weapon issue.
saiyan-girl-cheetah: People grieve at different times. Some takes minutes, others is takes days; it all depends on the person. As I said above, my English isn't the best in the world. I know basic rules, but my school doesn't focus on English. Which is sad in general. I went through and I didn't notice any spelling errors. Neither did my computer. Sometimes technicalities can be ignored, but you're comment isn't. I went back and I did notice that. You're right when you say that they should be saying it.
Coolio02: Here's another post!
Isilwen: Oh my! So many things to cover, so little time. I did notice that I switched narrators and I assure you that I didn't intend on doing that. It was an accident.
And the unnecessary capitalization...well...that's just nitpicking!!! Seriously, one little off cpaitalization isn't going to be the end of the world. However, my computer didn't recognize it as being wrong. I know, stupid me, for trusting a machine, but unless I know for a fact that they are wrong, then I don't argue with them. I did, however go back and check it out and it accepted the lowercase and uppercase "o" in the sentence. I personally don't think it knows what it's doing.
The the comment about the Elves are clan oriented is true, but "clan" can mean more than one thing. According to a Thesaurus, and I did check this, the word, "clan" can have several meanings. Some are as follows: fmaily, kin, tribe, kinfolk, race, and people. Elves are a race, are they not? So, it's only natural that they are close to they rest of their race.
That was just review 1. Now for review 2. Yes, I know that I switched POVs. SORRY!!! Accident, not intentional!!! I'm GLAD that you find it interesting that the Orcs have such a large vocabulary and flawless English. Funny on the Saruman being a literary Valor comment and all, but come on! In the movie it stats that Orcs were Elves, who were mutilated and tortured. I find it only natural that they would keep their "flawless" English skills, but that's my opinion. Not the Uruks are another story. They're breed and they didn't have time to learn "flawless" English.
Personally, I would stay calm. I'm a very calm person in extereme and sudden stress or pressure. There's plently of time to cry, scream, rant or rave afterward.
Now you're next comment confused me a little. You said that the Arwen part of cliche. How so?
The Elven prince and princess part was just to RENAME them. I hate type/saying "Legolas" or "Arwen" every time. It gets boring. As I said, technicalities can be ignored. I'mam aware that Frodo awakens the day before the Council. I am however a little...unsure of Boromir arriving the day before the Council as well. I'm not too sure about that, but I have no issue if it is true.
You didn't sound harsh, exactly, it's just your opinion. And as far as you being a Tolkien geek, that's true, but I don't know certain thing and I have better things to do then to sit around, knowing this, no offense intended. :-)
I walked for a couple of hours, looking around at everything. I walked down several corridors; almost sure I was going to get lost. I came to a stop outside in the garden. It was peaceful and serene. Colorful flowers lit the paths and hung off tree limbs. There was a small stone bridge that crossed a pond. It was only wide enough for one person. I heard the birds chirping and clicking, talking with each other. I sat down on a bench and let my mind wander. I had been through so much in less than a day. Tears escaped my eyes as a vividly remembered my house collapsing to the ground. Pretty soon, I was sobbing uncontrollably. "Arwen en amin? " I heard a voice behind me ask.
I picked my head up and turned to see Aragorn. "Uma " I answered.
"Lle tyava quel? " He asked.
"N'uma" I answered.
"Mani naa ta? " he asked.
"Nothing really. I just need some air to think," I said.
He smiled kindly at me. "Very well, but I should tell you that dinner will be in a few minutes"
I laughed. The last thing I needed was to be in front of a crowd. I dried my tears. "Diola lle " I said to him.
"Is it alright, if I escort you to the dining hall?" Aragorn asked.
"I'd be delighted," I said.
He held out a hand for me to take. I took it and we walked to the Dining hall. I was seating across from Aragorn and sat next to Legolas much to my satisfaction. For some reason, he soothed my soul. Must be an Elf thing. I spoke to myself.
"Are you well?" Legolas asked.
"Uma , just tired I suppose" I said.
It wasn't really a lie, seeing as I was emotionally tired as well as mentally, but physically I could go on for days. "You've been crying. I can see it on your face and your eyes are red and swollen. Why?" He asked.
"The past day has not been easy on me. Many things that I did not expect to happen have in fact happened. I suppose it's been the stress"
"Would you like a private dinner? If you are under stress the last thing you should do it be in a crowd," He asked, concerned for my health.
"No thank you. I'm fine. Besides I wouldn't want anyone to go to extra trouble for me when it's not necessary"
"I beg to differ. I think it is necessary," He said.
"Legolas, the last thing I want to do is argue with someone, you especially" I exasperated.
"Then let us go and have a private dinner and you shall not need to argue with me," He said, smiling at me.
"Don't twist my words to get me to comply. That's the worse thing you can do, and I usually don't back down" I said.
"I look forward to the challenge," he said.
"What challenge?" I asked.
"He's always gotten his way. He sees you as a challenge because you refuse to give him what he wants" Aragorn said.
"Well Mr. Stubborn Elf, you've just met your match. I don't give into anyone," I said.
Light classical music started up. "We shall see Lady Katherine" Legolas said.
Dinner came soon and everyone was eating and talking with one another. I wasn't too hungry, but I ate to please Legolas and Lord Elrond. After dinner, dancing started. I inwardly groaned. I didn't dance; I couldn't dance, literally. I watched Arwen and Aragorn dance across the floor. They were perfect together. In every way, shape, and form. They flowed across the marble flooring like water would over a waterfall. "Do you dance?" Legolas asked.
"Me? Dance? No" I said.
"Can you not dance?" he asked.
"After one guess you get it" I said.
"Well, this is the perfect place to try" he said.
"No" I said, smiling.
He took my hands in his. "Yes" he whispered. He pulled me to my feet and walked me over to the center of the dance floor. Ballroom dancing was not my thing. "Just trust me," He said.
"I can't dance," I complained.
"Well then it's about time you learned," He said.
The prince took my right hand and intertwined it in his. He rested his left hand on my waist and my left hand rested on his shoulder. "Just follow my movements," he said.
I was a bit self-conscious for many reasons. Reason number one: I had never dances like this. Reason number two: I couldn't dance like this. Reason number three: I was dancing with the most graceful race in Middle Earth. Reason number four: My legs got weak every time I got close to him.
I finally got a hang of the ballroom dancing. It was a bit harder to get use to, but it was fun. I saw a few she-elves in the corner of the room, looking displeased. I guess they were mad at me for snagging the hot looking Prince of Mirkwood. Oh well, you snooze, you loose. I thought to myself.
Legolas and I danced throughout the night. The dinner/dancing was over at about ten in the night. My feet were killing me, because I was on them so much. Legolas escorted me to my room. God he was the perfect gentleman. Why couldn't men in my time be like that? He wished me good night and retired to his room. I laid my head down on my pillow and closed my eyes. The sheets were cool and were easy to relax on. It wasn't silken material, but I don't think I've ever felt something so soft. I heard a door roughly close, almost liked it was being slammed. It echoed through the halls. I got up and peaked out my door.
I saw Gimli walking down a hallway. "Hey, Gimli! Where are you going?" I asked.
"I local tavern. They have some of the best malt beer around" he said.
"Mind if I join you?" I asked.
"You drink lass?" he asked, a little shocked.
"Not usually, but I figure what the hell. Life can't get any worse"
"You shouldn't drink to rid yourself of your problems" Gimli said.
"I've heard that before, and I haven't done it up until now" I said.
"Then why start?" he asked.
"Because right now, my life sucks beyond words, my friend"
"Suit yourself lass," the dwarf said.
I followed him to the tavern. It was small, with many tables. The bartender, Elf obviously, stood up from his stool. I sat down with Gimli at a table in the center of the room. It was kinds of quiet. The bartender came over to us and asked us what we wanted. Gimli wanted a malt beer and I asked for a bottle of their strongest wine in the place. He gave me an odd look, but left to go get it.
He came back with a bottle and a glass that looked like a shot glass along with a malt beer. He set the bottle on the table and poured the first glass for me. "It's called aikanaro," The bartender said.
"Hell fire?" I asked.
He shook his head yes. I took the shot glass and downed it in the first gulp. It was almost deadly sweet and it left a strong aftertaste in my mouth. It tasted like a mixture of fruits. I squeezed my eyes shut as the liquid went down my throat. If that was the strongest stuff that they had, I was in trouble. "Is it too strong?" The elven bartender asked.
"N'uma . It's perfect," I said.
I stayed there with the bottle and the shot glass for over half the night. I know it was two in the morning before I walked out of the tavern with Gimli. "You could have gone back early, you know. I'm not drunk," I said.
"I know that, lass, but I didn't want you getting hurt. As honorable as some Elves may be, even when they're drunk, they act as though they have none" Gimli said.
"I didn't know you cared," I said.
Gimli didn't respond. We walked back to the palace and back to our rooms, which was a very interesting trip. I stumbled up the stairs, almost falling on my face. Gimli kept muttering something that sounded like "I thought she said she wasn't drunk."
I may not have been drunk, but did that mean my mind wasn't impaired, no. I was very impaired. I accidentally stumbled into Legolas. Do Elves ever sleep? I asked myself.
"What happened?" He asked.
"The little lass had too much to drink in my opinion" Gimli said.
"What did she order?" the Elvish Prince asked.
"Something about hell fire and that's all I know" The dwarf replied.
"Aikanaro?! Very few Elves can stand it because it 's so strong. How much did she drink?" Legolas asked.
"The whole bottle in about a four hours" the bearded man told him.
"By Valor, it's a wonder that she's still conscious" Legolas said.
"She drank down the most of it in the first hour. After that, she started to slow down, but I don't know why she started drinking to begin with. She said something about her life not getting any worse. Whatever it means, I'm leaving it up to you. I'm going to retire for the night" Gimli walked over to his door, opened it and walked inside the room, closing the door behind him.
"How do you feel, mellonamin?" Legolas asked.
"Well, if you're referring to right now, I'm great. I feel better, but I have a feeling that tomorrow morning I will wake up with one hell of a hangover" I said.
"Aye, you probably will. Come, let's get to you bed," He said, picking me up.
"I can walk you know" I said.
"True, but this way is quicker and easier. I wouldn't want you collide with someone else," the Prince of Mirkwood said.
"Oh yes, God forbid" I said, the sarcastic note in my voice could be sensed by a five year old.
He opened my door and set me down on the bed. "I hope you have pleasant dreams. Good night. Quel kaima " Legolas said, exiting the door.
All of a sudden it hit me. The confusion, the pain, the stress, the hurt and betrayal that I felt when the house collapsed hit me in the face like a ten-ton boulder. I felt angry and the mayhem in my head was not making it any better. I started crying. I wish I could have done so earlier.
Legolas's Point of View
I heard her crying inside of her room and I wanted nothing more than to go back and hold her until she stopped crying. I do not know what cause her the pain she felt, but whatever it was ran deep into her very heart and soul.
Her eyes, they hold no emotion, no fire, no life. Tis like she is dead inside and feels nothing. She tried to drink her problems away, but even that did not work. I fear that if she does not open up soon, the pain will consume her. It has already started to eat away at her. I see it when I look into her eyes. She does not know it, but she needs help. Alas, she's too stubborn to open up. Whoever scarred her, scarred her so deep that she doesn't trust anyone; not even those who are trying to help her.
She does a good job hiding the pain and hurt from others, but I am an Elf. I see what others do not. I believe that Lord Elrond sees the pain in her as well. Maybe Mithrandir will be able to help her. I hope so, for I fear that I am unable.
Normal Point of View
I cried myself to sleep that night. I woke up the next morning before dawn. I noticed that sometime last night, probably when I was out with Gimli, Arwen had left me another dress. I got up and changed quickly. I pulled out my CD-player with my Plácido Domingo CD and walked out of my room and down to the library. No one was in the halls. It was still much to early, even for the Elves. I made my way to the library, which I had found last night, during my exploration. It went from floor to ceiling with shelves and shelves of books. There were chairs and lounges with candles on table or floor candelabra. There were many windows on one wall of the room. They were huge, door-like windows. You had a clear view of the setting sun and the gardens out of those windows. There was a small balcony with a few chairs sitting out. I grabbed a book that was actually written in English and sat down in an oversized chair, curled my legs up on it and hit play on my CD-player. The Spanish Tenor started playing with some light classical music. As I started reading it, I noticed it was the accounts of what happened during the war between Sauron and the free-peoples of Middle Earth. It was very graphic; blood and gore were described in many different words on the pages of the brown leather bound book.
I was on the last one hundred pages when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up from the book only to find Boromir standing beside me. "My lady?" he asked.
"What can I do for ya?" I asked.
"You weren't at breakfast or lunch and we were worried about you," he said.
"Sorry about that. I was engrossed in this book. It's horrible about what Sauron did," I said, sadly.
"Aye, it was" was the only thing he said. "Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you," he said.
I could only guess about what. I got out of the seat, said thank you to Boromir and walked out of the library my shoes clanged against the flooring. One thing was certain, I didn't walk like an Elf. I walked down to Elrond's study and knocked on the door. "Come in" came a muffled voice from inside.
I opened the door, and peaked my head inside. "Boromir said you wished to speak with me," I said.
"Ah, Lady Katherine, please come in and have a seat" Elrond said, warmly.
Too warmly for my liking. I don't like this. He has something up his sleeve. I whispered in my mind. "I wanted to know about you're arrival" He said.
"What about it?" I asked, uneasy. I shifted in my chair and looked around; anywhere except Elrond's face and eyes.
The room was very elaborate. It was open to the outide; the only door went into the hallway. There was a set of stairs that went up to his personal library. There were many chairs and a few table accompained them. You had a clear view of the rest of Rivendell and of the surrounding area in the room. His desk stood off to the side. There was a railing, carved from wood, that stood on the edge of the room. The room was extremely large.
"The circumstances surrounding it for one"
I snorted, rolled my eyes, moving my head to the side and chewed on my top lip. It was a habit I had gotten into when I was nervous. "The circumstances surrounding my arrival were anything but pleasant. Can I just leave it at that?"
Elrond hesitated, but nodded his head. "It was a horrible accident. I ran off into the woods that surrounded the back of my house. I met someone there. She was like a ghost, but she was an Elf. The pointy ears told me that. She said that she could ease my pain and she told me that my people needed me. I don't know what she's talking about. It's confusing," I said.
"So you are not from this world?" Elrond asked.
"Nay, I'm not. Far from it in fact. I'm from a world called Earth. It's inhabited by man. There are no dwarves, Elves, Wizards, Goblins, or orcs, just man"
"Then how do you know Elvish? Legolas informed me that you could speak it"
"Some of it" I corrected. "In my world, a man named J.R.R. Tolkien was an author of a wonder story. In his books, he wrote about Bilbo Baggins's adventures. Then he started with another story. It was about the future, so to speak. It told of the Council that is occurring in a few days. He told of the travels of the group that leaves Rivendell. He goes into great detail about everything. Battles, fights within the group, the places, deaths" My voiced trailed off.
"Deaths?" he asked.
"Yeah, someone…uh…someone dies" I told him.
"Who?"
"I'd prefer not to say anything. I don't want to change the future"
"But you already have" I voice behind me said.
I turned in my sat to see an old man in gray robes leaning against the doorway. He held a long wooden staff in his hands. "Gandalf. It's good to see you" Elrond said.
"Yes, my friend. It's good to be here again. Now, young lady, you must understand by interacting with the peoples of Middle Earth you have already changed and most likely influenced the future" The old man said.
"Then how do I leave?" I asked.
"To go back home?" Gandalf questioned.
I wet my lips. "yes" my voice was barely above a whisper.
He sighed. "I do not know. If I did, I would tell you"
I narrowed my eyes. "So you're saying I'm stuck here?" I demanded.
"For the time being"
"Dammit!" I shouted.
I stood up from my seat, said good-bye to Elrond and left the room. I walked around Rivendell for most of the rest of the day. I passed the Tavern once or twice, but the last thing I needed was to start drinking. Although I felt much better last night. It lasted only a few hours; my euphoria that is. I needed to talk to someone, anyone, but no one knew what I was going through. Not unless someone that I knew was also here on Middle Earth. Gandalf knew something; I could see it in his eyes, but what? He would tell me, not now. I almost went to the nearest cliff and jumped. Too easy and knowing my lunch, all I'd get would be a broken leg. Or I'd meet Legolas on the way. Damn Elf was too curious for his own good. I guess on some level I owed him some for of explanation. I knew he was going to bring it up; he's that type f person. I found myself close to the training area. I watched the Elves practice with swords, bow and arrows, and some hand-to-hand combat. I saw Legolas on the archery fields. Every time I looked at him, I had a warm fizzy feeling in my put of my stomach. I felt unnaturally safe with him. I didn't like that. I didn't like feeling safe with him.
Legolas was fine to be around, don't get me wrong, but he seemed to genuinely care about me and my well-being. If he got too close, I would begin to trust him, and for some people that's fine, but for me, trust leads to backstabbing and heartbreak. I've been on the receiving end of that too many times to try it again.
Legolas turned and saw me standing there. He came over to me. "I'd like to speak with you" he said.
"About what?" I asked.
"Who you really are," He countered.
"That's not a good thing. I'm not the type of person who talks about her past"
"That's because you don't' trust very easily" he said. "Come. Follow me"
I walked about two paces behind him. I followed him around to a quiet hall. It was gray with torches lighting the room. It had a large mural on the wall. I recognized the picture as Isildur slicing Sauron's Ring off his hand. There was a statue of a maiden, hooded, holding an elliptical table. The Shards of Narsil sat inside the small stone table. "Sit here" he said.
I sat down on the edge of a bench. I was uneasy and I was sure Legolas saw it, but didn't say anything. "Why did you go out drinking last night?" He asked.
"Can't a girl go out for a few drinks?" I asked, defensively.
"A whole bottle of aikanaro?" He asked.
His face was clam and composed. There were no emotions showing on the handsome features of the Elf, and his eyes held a coldness I had never seen before. "I thought it was necessary," I said.
"For what?"
I didn't say anything. "Lady Katherine, I cannot help you if you refuse to talk to me"
"Some would think that I'm a lost cause" I responded, almost out of the blue.
"Why?"
"Because of the way I act. I come across cold and uncaring"
"You act emotionless," he said, suddenly.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You hold no sentiment, no emotion in your eyes. It's like your dead"
"I have a tendency to come across like that. I can be the most uncaring person you've ever met. But on the other hand, I can be the most loving and companionate person" I said.
"You want to know what I believe? I believe that you're scared. You've been hurt and you refuse to trust anyone to stop yourself from getting hurt again. It's a safeguard, but deep down inside you want to trust people, you've just forgotten"
"What's the point of trusting if you're going to get hurt? It's better to act like you don't care, then to show emotion"
"I think the way you act is just a countenance. The way you act isn't really you"
"And what would you know of it? You don't know me so therefore you can't go around and judge me or my action!" I shouted.
"Correct and I'm not judging you. I just want to get to know you. I want to know why you act like you do"
"Why?"
I know my question caught him off guard. I saw some uncertainty in his eyes. The first emotion I'd seen since this conversation started. "There's something about you that strikes me as unusual"
"I'm not from around here. Isn't that evidence enough?" I asked.
"Where are you from?"
"I don't want to talk about my past. My past is my past. There's no point in going back to analyze it when it holds no meaning whatsoever. My future doesn't lie in my past"
"I've never met a mortal with the wisdom you possess. Are you sure you not part Elf?"
"Sometimes it makes me wonder," I whispered.
"I cannot force you to tell me what it so wrong in your life, but I want you to know that I'm always here for you"
"Thank you" I said.
The corners of his mouth turned upward into a small smile. "Lle creoso"
I walked out of the room and back to the library. I sat down with my book and CD player and finished my book. I skipped dinner, not wanting to even see Legolas right now. I placed the book back right where I got it. I went back to my room to find Arwen sitting at my desk. "Is there something you need?" I asked.
"Why you decided to skip breakfast, lunch and dinner"
I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "I wasn't hungry"
"For the entire day?" She questioned.
"Yes"
"Why?"
"I'm too upset to even think about eating. All I can think about it yesterday afternoon" I said, solemnly.
"What happened?" Arwen inquired.
"Something that changed my life forever, leaving me bitterly alone in this world and the next"
"A great loss. That is the only reason, you have for being so sad and angry"
"You don't know the half of it," I said. "I'm sorry for doing this, but I need some sleep"
"You needn't say anymore. You're tired; I see it in your eyes. I'll leave you to sleep" and out the wooden, oak door she went.
I changed into a nightgown she left me. I climbed into my bed and lay my head down on my pillows. I wished for a dreamless sleep, but it never came.
Dream Sequence
I stood in a dark hallway. There was no light, no glow anywhere around me. I saw images of my parents standing in front of me. I was reaching out to them, trying desperately to grab a hold of their arms. They always came back out of reach. Everything suddenly stopped and I watch, helplessly as they both erupted into flames. They screamed in agony and woe. I covered my ears, trying to drown out the sounds they made, but the shrieking seemed to cut right though the makeshift barriers. I shouted to them, hoping they would hear me.
End of Dream Sequence.
I shot up in bed, screaming. My door swung open and I saw Legolas standing. "Are you alright?" he asked.
But for some odd reason, I didn't hear him. I knew he was in the room, and I knew what he asked me, but I didn't hear anything
I opened my mouth to answer, but no sound came out. I choked on a sob that escaped from my throat. "Lady Katherine?" He asked.
"They left me" I declared through my weeping.
"Who?"
I didn't reply. "Who left you?" he asked, as he headed for my bed.
His voice sounded soft and compassionate. I remained silent. Legolas sighed, heavily. "Get back to sleep Lady Katherine" he said, as he moved out of the room.
"My parents" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He turned. "Who?"
"My parents. They left me alone"
He briskly walked over to my bed and sat down. "What happened?"
"My house exploded in fire. There was no escaping it. No one could get through to save them. The house collapsed before anything could be done. They were burned alive"
I brought my knees to my chest and rested my chin on top of them. Tears fell freely from my eyes. He pulled me into his arms and rubbed my back soothingly. The tears never stopped, I couldn't get them to. It just hurt so badly. I wanted to fall off the face of the earth or Middle Earth in this case. I hated my parent for leaving me like they did. I still needed them. I was their only daughter, why did they have to leave me behind? I tried to control the tears, but controlling my emotions was out of the question.
I rested in the Elf's arms for over two hours, crying, letting it all flow out. He just sat there with me, never losing patience. He tried to calm my anxiety, but it only made me cry harder. My cheeks were soaked, stained and red from the crying. My eyes were red and puffy. Were all the tears from my parents death or was is mixed with the heartbreaking news that there was a chance that I'll never get back to see my world? The possibility that I would never see my friends again, broke my heart. It took several years before I finally found people I could trust, but there was still the occasional misplace of the trust. The combination of the two was almost too much.
"Is this why you went out drinking?" He asked.
I laughed through all of the sobs. "It was some part of it," I told him.
"What is the other part?"
"It's a long story, that I don't think would be wise to tell right now," I said.
"Very well. I'm just glad you told me what was wrong"
I yawned. "Let's get you back to bed"
"I'm not tired. I'm wide awake"
"Rest lirimaer. I shall not leave your side," He said.
"Thank you" I snuggled closer to him, clinging to his shirt for dear life.
He wrapped his arms around my waste and kissed the top of my head. I drifted off to a peaceful sleep and was rudely awoken the next morning. There was screaming in the hallway. I groaned, noticing that Legolas was not by my side. I grabbed my watch on the table beside my bed and looked at the time. It read 9:11 A.M. I got out of bed, grabbed my robe and slipped it on over my shoulders before I swung my door open. "What is going on?" I asked.
"Those two halflings are causing trouble," Gimli said.
"Who?" I asked.
"Merry and Pippin are their names" Boromir said.
I saw Merry and Pip behind Gimli. They were skipping about. I growled and my eyes narrowed. "Peregrine Took and Meriadoc Brandybuck! WHAT are you doing?!" I shouted. They stopped and peeked over Gimli's shoulder. "Regardless of the frolicking you are participating in, some of us need sleep. I didn't get much last night and I have to wake up to your shenanigans!? I seriously don't think so!!! If you must cause trouble, cause it away from here and away from my room so that I may sleep in peace" I vented.
"Feel better?" Boromir asked.
"Much, thank you" I said, smiling.
"But…" Merry started.
"I wouldn't press the lass any further than you already have young hobbits. Leave her be" Gimli said.
I went back into my room, slamming the door in the process and got dressed. I slipped on a light blue dress with the sleeves flaring out. It had a V-Neck that didn't go down too far. At least you can always count on Elves being modest. I noted. I walked out of my room, going down the corridor. I felt better after last night. Who wouldn't? I finally let some of the pain and anguish out of my soul. I felt refreshed and my heart felt lighter. I went down to the kitched and grabbed a leftover pastry from breakfast. I went outside and went for a walk. I had much to think about.
The Council was tomorrow. I knew what was going to happen. I knew that Frodo would take the Ring to Mordor. I knew the lines of everyone involved in the Council. Now how to deal with it. I was going, come hell or high water. If I had to sneak in, then so be it. Merry, Pippin, and Sam did it.
Which remined me that Frodo was suppose to wake up today. That's a good thing. His wound from the Nazgúl was healing, but he wouldn't be the same again.
I avoided company for the most part, not really caring for any during the rest of the day. I was outside all day, enjoying the scenery, wondering how long it would be before everything started to fall apart.
I walked back to dining hall. I sat down in my usual seat and there was an odd silence between Legolas and I. Dinner came and passed and knowing that the Council was tomorrow, I retired early, getting as much sleep as I could.
Author's Note: Please read the "Thanks to". It brings up and answers a few things brough up in reviews that I have recieved. Some are a simple "Thank you" or "here's the next chapter", but some of them say a few things of importance, depending upon your point of view. Chapter 4 will contain the Council Meeting and should be out sometime by the middle of next week (Wednesday or Thursday).
Elvish Translations
Arwen en amin? - My lady(unfamiliar)
Uma - Yes
Lle tyava quel? - Are you well
N'uma - No
Mani naa ta? - What is it?
Aikanaro - hellfire