Chapter 3

Hermione's POV

Birds, that was all I could hear, happy, cheerful birds. Why the hell do they have to be so loud? Finally, I opened my eyes only to meet the eyes of Arwen who was sitting at the side of my bed. She was wearing a green version of yesterday's dress.

"Ah! You're awake, lovely. Tarellethiel, I was wondering if you wanted me to show you around Rivendell since it has been so long since you were last here not to mention you were so young as well. Oh! Also, I could help you pick out an outfit to wear for the day as well as your hair of course! I mean, you cannot just pick out someone's outfit and not do their hair." Arwen giggled excitedly as she continued talking about dressing me up until I noticed her stop, realizing that she had been rambling and felt embarrassed with a small blush covering her cheeks. "Oh my, I'm rambling again. I'm sorry." Arwen said as soon as our eyes locked

"It is fine, Arwen. Honestly, I would love for you to show me around and help me get ready, but could we get something to eat before we go for a tour? I am absolutely famished. I can't remember the last I ate." As I spoke, my eyes grew wide with shock as I realized that I was speaking Elvish and not English.

"Of course dear. I will find you something to wear while you bathe. There is a tub in the bathroom it's just through that door over there, oh and Tarellethiel? You are aware that you are speaking fluent elfish, right?" Arwen asked in a sweet voice.
"Yes I did notice that, Arwen. I was going to ask you about that before I fell back asleep. Earlier, I couldn't speak any elfish."
"Ah that would be because now you are your true self after using your elfish magic you has re-awoken your elfish blood. After you said the spell, you fell unconscious thus allowing your body to make the necessary changes. You now look like an elf and you can now speak both dialects of elfish. By both, I mean Sindarin and Quenya. They are the two main dialects used by the Elves. We are currently speaking Sindarin as it is the dialect used most by our group and in actuality Sindarin is the commonly used (and more easier form) dialect because of the technicalities of the tongue movement in the pronunciation of the words while Quenya is the hardest of the two and is the more "formal" way but is also the native dialect of the Noldor Elves I suppose you could call it that. What I mean is the elves from Rivendell speak Sindarin as well as our brethren from Lothlórien and also from Northern Mirkwood. These three places are the three most known elven cities left…"

"After the war you mean" I cut in.
"Yes, after the war in the First Age. I take it you know this because it was floating in your mind so to speak." Arwen finished once I was done cutting in "Now go bathe so I can pick an outfit." Arwen said in a mock demanding tone.
"I'm going. I'm going. Oh, and I don't particularly like the colour orange. I don't mind amber, but bright orange is just wrong." I said laughing slightly as I walked into the bathroom.

After about fifteen minutes, I walked back out after getting done bathing and drying my hair with a towel to find Arwen sitting patiently on my bed next to a beautiful lilac dress with a silver belt to go. There were dark purple designs going from the bottom of the skirt to the belt. The sleeves flowed out from the shoulders along the bottom of both the sleeves and the skirt there was silver trim decorating the hems. Arwen laughed sweetly,

"I take you like the dress then"

"It's so beautiful wow I love it, and it's not orange thank you so much" I replied with a small smile.

"Do you want to get ready and get some breakfast" Arwen asked politely

"yes of course I'm starving" I replied and we walked to the dinning pavilion.

Sorry its s short but i felt like i had abandoned it which i haven't so enjoy

Nicole^_^ xxx