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Chapter 6: Now This Was Pretty Obvious…

"Does this mean you're evil?"

"Can we see those brandings that you mentioned, Miss Elena?"

"Since you're not a race of man or elf, how about becoming a hobbit?"

Wow, these guys can ask questions. I was hearing the most random ass questions just like those and they weren't afraid of me at all. They were acting as if they were children just wanting to know more and more information. This kind of characteristic is usually in common with humans to want to gain more knowledge so as if not to be afraid of the unknown.

Sidetracking my brain a little bit. The ring isn't affecting me right now… but I think when I was close to it, it seemed warm… weird. I turn my attention back to the hobbits.

"No Merry, I'm not evil in this case. I'm like Frodo in a way. We carry something evil and it's a very heavy burden on us." I nodded to Frodo while I looked at Merry.

"You can see my brandings another time Sam, they are basically covering my back, and don't worry, you will see it." I winked at Sam, and he seemed shy… well never mind, he was shy. He turned a slight shade of pink and sort of seemed shocked. Muwahaha… I flirt with hobbits.

I turned to Pippin and I ruffled his hair, "I don't think I can pull off the hobbit feet. I wouldn't be able to fit my shoe collection anymore and that would make me sad." I wiggled my foot to show the pretty flats that I'm borrowing from Arwen and Pippin seemed to agree. Yep, I'd miss wearing shoes…

"Now now, don't overwhelm her. We all did just meet her." Frodo was sharing a light laughter with all of us.

"Frodo is right everyone. Let us all get some rest for our good fun of conversation has made me tired." I sat up from where I was sitting on a bench and stretch my arms.

Glorfindel had left awhile ago to tend to something for Lord Elrond so it was just the five us chatting away, until sunset.

I bid my farewell to Frodo for he desired to chat with his uncle and to ready himself for the council tomorrow. Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaah, I hope I don't have to go to that. I already know what happens. I just wanna sleep in, yo! Gandalf always wakes me up in the early fucking hours of the morning… I'm not a morning person.

Oh wow… that's right. I haven't met Bilbo yet. He had gone to rest earlier before I met the four.

Merry and Pippin went to their room as did Sam, saying that they wanted to rake through the kitchens and find something to do before resting.

I was left to wander the halls by myself. The architecture looks really beautiful at night when the moon shines on it. Since, I've been here, I've been sleeping quite wonderfully… such bliss and the bed is better than memory foam. Love it!

I start to do a weird little trot I do of skipping and two stepping, and moving around in my dress twirling, sing some random words of me twirling, but of course, here in the House of Elrond, I forget that I am not alone…

"Hello there." I hear a deep raspy voice.

I quickly turn around.

Boromir!

My eyes were opened wide and I covered my mouth before I accidently said his name in surprise. I breathed out slowly through my nose to try to calm my nerves. I put my hand down.

"Hello." I just waved. Images of his death flow through my mind.

"I didn't mean to startle you, Lady, and to keep you from your singing and dancing. I know how much the Elves cherish it." I look at him up and down and he is dressed just like in the movie of his traveling clothes from Gondor. And he thinks I'm an elf. I guess it's like the same problem for me back home.

Born and living in U.S., I'm Mexican among non-Latinos and I'm White among the Latinos. I'm an elf among non-elves and elves give me a questioning look and grow curiouser and curiouser about me if I really am an elf. I just don't have the glow and charisma that go with it I guess… oh and I'm not really an elf anyway… only half… literally.

I wonder if Beren and Luthien had someone like me in mind of what their child would look like as a half breed.

Anyway… back to the picture!

"You do not need to worry yourself. I'm not quite good at it all anyway. I just really do what's in my heart and what I feel in the moment." I just smile, but it's hard to actually talk to someone who you know WILL DIE!

"I believe you were quite charming. As if, anyone can join you in your singing and your dancing and it is not specifically for the elves. I do like that kind of invitation." Boromir said to me. He comes closer to me. "May I ask what your name is?" Cool, he didn't come that much closer, but I moved into the darkness of a wall and I was paranoid. I started to fix my hair, even though it is already covering my ears.

"I'm Elena and pray tell what is yours?" I tried to smile, but, like I said… it's very disheartening talking to somebody who you know… that… you know WILL DIE!

"I am Boromir of Gondor. I have just arrived." Of course he won't tell me it's because of the council. It's supposed to be a fucking secret even though Frodo told me of it anyway. Plus we all know that the other three hobbits were going to show up, so it didn't matter. But I don't want to share anything yet with Boromir.

"It is good that you have arrived safely. Was the travel long?" That's right keep it cool. I clasp my hands behind me while I lean on wall. I see him crossing his arms leaning on a thin pillar that is a part of the railings design.

"Yes it quite was, but safe throughout the journey. I had arrived here in great haste and in stealth so as not to be bothered."

"That's good to hear. Anyway, I better go-uh rest for tomorrow is another day of work. I hope you have a good night here in Rivendell." I bowed and I start to walk away, but then he called my name and I turned around.

"I hope to chat with you again soon." He smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. He's… pretty nice. I wonder if I'll find my groove on how to talk to him later. I only reply, "You just might. Oh , and, try not to cut yourself tonight." I waved as I walk away and turned about the first closest corner. I waited there. I heard a soft whisper of a 'what' and I heard his steps walk slightly away.

I giggled to myself. I'm sure he's just about to meet Aragorn soon enough. I wonder if he'll watch out about cutting his finger… teehee! I couldn't help it… it was to help me really to keep calm that I was talking to someone who is meant to die.

I couldn't help but walk to my room, but then I got slightly lost. I know where I am. I've been through a lot of roundabouts in this place, avoiding the hobbits, including Aragorn, but I think he might know something is lurking and asked Arwen about it. I don't mind if she says something though. Might make introductions easier really…

Fuck it, from here I know how to get to one of the platforms. I'll have a seat on a bench once I come upon it. I'm not even sleepy anyway. And with no internet, phone, books that I like to read, no laptop to do my work from home on, nothing to do, I'm hella bored!

Stargazing… again… from a platform this time. At least the one I'm going to, I'll know how to head back to my room. I know right? I don't know how to get to my room, but once I get to the platform, I'll know how then. Ha, I'm screwed up!

Took me about couple of minutes and I finally get there. There is a small circular elevated platform that I have fancied standing on and pretending I just won the Oscars or something. Ah hell, I'll do it again. I do a quick jog and jump right on it!

I fix the hair that just got on my face and I pretended to do a thank you speech. "Thank you. Thank you for this! It was just amazing to be nominated for this category of of… hmm… of simply just being fabulous!" I couldn't help but snort through my nose and laugh to myself. Damn I wish I had a snack to eat. My stomach just gurgled and cried out.

I look down at my stomach and I pat it. I nod my head in mourning, "I know. I know. You desire nourishment, but nay, I haven't the resource!" I get theatrical and raise my hands as if reaching for some food to the sky, but it's really just to the stars.

"Then would you like some nourishment?" Gawd damn it, who is it this time? I turn around.

How many times must I be surprised today?

I just nod. He's here. He's here. He's here… bull shit he's here! Fuck! First Boromir and now him?

How many people am I going to accidently meet from the future Fellowship!?

Medium shiney blonde hair, crystallized blue eyes even shown on the moonlight, brown and green tunic combination, with his cloak on. I don't know how long has he been here, but if he has been here in Rivendell for a while, I avoided him too without realizing it.

Okay really? Damn it.

"I happen to have a spare apple with me. Would you like it?" He says in what I recognize as Elvish, but I have no idea what he said. I shrug my eyebrows and I shake my head. He walks closer to me and now has his outstretched arm with apple in hand to my face. "Sorry, I thought you were an elf. You have such qualities on your face. I happen to have spare apple with me. Would you like it?"

Hmm. First one to actually say I'm not an elf, but does this mean I have nice skin? Sweet…

"Thanks." I take the apple away and quickly bite into it. Seriously, fruit is nature's candy, but I'd totally kill for some peanut butter cups! Or some green tea chocolate too! "Yeah, I don't know the language. It's a beautiful one though."

He just stands next to me. "May I ask what your name is? I am Legolas Greenleaf of the woodland realm." He takes a seat next to me, but he's a little close, but I just have a thing of being arms length of someone when they are new to me with the exception of the hobbits. I already know their personalities and they are honest guys.

Damn, okay, don't think I'm going to be your friend or anything… I scoot a little bit away from him.

"I'm Elena." I said in between bites. The least talkative character of the Fellowship and he talks to me…

"Only Elena? Do you not carry your family's name as the race of Men do? Or what realm do you hail from?"

Hmm… so far he's the only nosey one.

"I only go by Elena. Nothing more you need to know about me." I started to get up and I was about to walk away. "Thank you so much for the apple, but I really must be off. It was good to meet you." I had stood from where I sat and I turned heel to walk away. "I apologize if I have offended you, Lady Elena." I turned around and I see him standing as well. He did look worried with his shrugged eyebrows and hunched posture. I took one last bite of my apple and spoke in between my bites.

"Do not worry yourself over me, Mr. Greenleaf. I'm just the type of person that likes to keep everything to myself concerning myself. Though the one thing you should know about me is, I ain't no lady. Now I'm just somebody that you used to know." I sort of sang that last part to the beat of 'Somebody I Used To Know' and runway model myself away, or as RuPaul Drag Queen would say, I 'sashayed away'.

I would rather not tell anyone else of who I really am, what I currently am, and what I'm doing here. Just Arwen, and maybe Aragorn by now, Lord Elrond, Glorfindel, the Hobbits, and of course Gandalf. The less amount of people who know about me the better.

I am… a really weird person who seriously lives in her head. I make light of almost any situation when it really shouldn't be.

He really is gorgeous though. Like all the elves here in Rivendell. I haven't seen a reflection… I don't have the glow of an elf, but I do have the nice skin of one, but only one elf eye vision and hearing of course. Thank goodness for the skin… I always had the random breakouts of pimples on my forehead and some on my cheeks… small, so they weren't a huge problem, but the redness… oui vey!

I skipped all the way to my room once I made the roundabout of the corner and headed off to bed. I put the security lock… or rather a latch… okay, I put a table in front of the door. It's the only way for me to 'lock' it you know? Heavy as hell… it's like a stone in itself!

I just want to live peacefully here until the ring is destroyed. I'm not cut out for battles 'n' shit… fuck that…

I sit on the window sill platform and just lean against the wall of it. I take another bite of my apple. I'm not sleepy yet, but before I meet Aragorn, I better hide out here. Teehee, I think him and Arwen are having their romantic moment…

More men should be like Aragorn… and more couples like Arwen and Aragorn… no way in Hell I'll be more like Arwen.

I snort to myself. "If you can't love yourself, how in the Hell are you gonna love somebody else?" Oh RuPaul, you are so fucking fabulous. I promise I won't fuck it up! Amen!

Gotta love that 'woman'.

It's really sad… I'm actually pretty bored… or really I feel bored…

Do you know the difference if you feel bored and being bored?

I'm not bored right now, but I feel bored when Haldir is gone. He, Orophin, and another elf guard went off on some scouting mission and has been gone for about a couple a few hours. Haldir said that Rumil should stay behind to 'watch over me and protect me'. He's so sweet!

I just taught Rumil the 'Slide' counting hand game. Remember that shit back in elementary school? It is still fun for me and Elena twenty three years later.

But I kept mucking it up! We've been as high as up to 103, but I mess up a lot now. Rumil is an expert!

"I win again Layla. The student has now become the teacher." He places his hands on his hips and stares off into the distance. I cross my arms and roll my eyes. Getting cocky now! I start 'haha-ing' out loud.

We were just chillen on the grass, near the archery fields. We started playing after I had my lesson by Rumil since Haldir said and I quote, "She should not skip practice just because I'm not here to push and pull her around." Feh! I was gonna anyway, but it's nice to spend time with Rumil. Been a while.

"No one cares! This isn't a competition!" I laugh and stick my tongue out at him. "Now now. None of that. Be a respectable young elleth and worship your champion!" He whips his hair a little bit to show his high and mighty shit! I lightly punch him on his shoulder and he pretends that I had hurt him. "Oh, the pain of being who you are!" We shared a laugh and he stood up and offered me a hand to stand up. I gracefully took it.

"Now this was a good rest. Come, let us continue your training." He reaches for the bows and arrows that were hanging on a post next to us and he hands them to me. "Really? I'm tired! I just wanna go to bed…" I whined as I took them. "I know, we have been at this for a while, but it is very important to keep your training consistent. You are greatly improving and it is something worthwhile to show your 'darling Haldir.' You have been hitting the target many more times now from since you first started, so let us keep up the pace. I said to Haldir that I will keep you trained that that is what I will do."

I just huffed with a slight smile. "Fiiiiiiiine!" I get into my stance, but before I could release the arrow, an elf guard rush towards us. Rumil approached him and the elf guard came still.

"Orthanar. Why do you express such a face?" Rumil I could tell in his voice was worried. I stood normally and I walked up behind him.

I see the Orthanar's face turn sad and grim.

No…

"Sir, It is Haldir. He is currently with the healers. Please come see him. Orophin and Daleheon are also suffering minor injuries, but Haldir took a greater toll." I dropped the bow and arrows and I bolted. I ran and zigzagged through the halls, picking up the hem of my light blue dress.

No, it can't be. Haldir is a marchwarden which means he's the best right? Great at strategies and protection?

Haldir please be okay.

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God." I kept saying over and over. He's not supposed to die anyway right? He never died in the book. This was never mentioned in any of the books.

I finally arrived through the hall of where the healer's room and it looks like the emergency room in a New York City hospital.

Two elves sitting up next to each other. I see Orophin with an arrow to his shoulder and light gash on his chest. He's topless and one healer is attending to him right now. Daleheon had an arrow to the thigh and had what I head was also a light gash on his back. He was taking his tunic off, but they were both yelling to the three healers to please save Haldir.

Rumil comes up behind me and heads towards Orophin's side.

It was all a blur and in slow motion. One second I'm looking to Orophin and Daleheon, then I look over to the two healers who were taking Haldir's armor and tunics off by tearing them off with small knives. I already see Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn by his side.

I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. No. He had such large gashes on his chest and two arrows close to his chest.

Was it an ambush!?

"Haldir!" I rush over and the healers laid him down onto a bed that resembled a gurney and started to do their work. "Lady Galadriel!" I rush over to embrace her while I look on what the healers are doing.

"What happened?" I never took my eyes off of Haldir. I hear Lord Celeborn speak. "Orophin has mentioned that it was an ambush of orcs outside of our forests. Haldir has to make trips to other lands to collect reports from other realms of these invasions, but then they were caught in a trap that was very close to our trees."

"He's going to okay though right?"

"This will be the perfect time for all of us to find out." Lady Galadriel releases me from her embrace and approaches Haldir.

"Layla, please come here." She ordered me. I gulped. What can I do. Before I was about to make my first step, Lord Celeborn leaned down and whispered into my ear, "Focus on the healing. Channel your energies to him." And he nudged me forward.

I was out of the way and I just headed straight to his head. I cupped his face and I started crying. "You have to be okay. You're going to be alright." He grunts in pain and shifts a lot and cries out when the arrows are moved a little because the healers broke them off to shorten their length. They began to place salves on him, but they haven't removed the arrows yet. They are so close to his chest.

"You will heal him yourself Layla and I will be of help to you." I whipped my head to see her face and she smiles at me!

"Wha-huh-que'? How in the heck am I supposed to do that? I'm not a healer! Or a nurse! I'm an administrative assistant! Nothing to do with the human body!" I looked at Haldir and back at her face.

"You will now begin your healing training starting now. This will be difficult and I have taught you nothing, but this is the perfect time to find out how much power you do have."

Is she fucking bonkers!

"You will not have that language around me. Now place your hands over his wounds and focus what you want to do. I will do the same over your hands to help you access your energy, your fëa."

I started to share my nervous laughter. "Okay, you can cut the joke now. You can heal him. I get it. Please just heal him." I feel the stickiness of blood on his chest. My hands sharing the shame shade of red.

"You will save him. Hurry, because I can sense he is slipping into the Hall of Mandos."

"He's dying! Fu-shhhhh-NO!" I look down at his face and his wounds. I want you to heal! I want you to get better! I want you to heal correctly!

"It's not working! It's not working!"

"Lady, please! Heal my brother! She is not ready to do this!" I hear Orophin's voice.

"Please save Haldir!" Rumil I just don't know how!

"Haldir please! Please live! I can't live without you! I'll die if you die! You're not supposed to die okay? You're not supposed to!"

Then I feel it…

I feel something. Something warm and soothing. As if replenishing my strength and mind. It's calming me down…

I looked up at the Lady of Light and she smiled at me. "You have accessed your fëa now transmit it to him." I just nodded and I started to feel movement within my body. It almost feels as if something is moving within my veins and my skin contact to Haldir is… one with me or something?

I look straight into Haldir's eyes. He seemed surprise… in shock… relief… and I can sense he's not in pain anymore. I can get all of this from these feelings…

I can feel him getting better… and without feeling anything, I feel as if I am being covered. I noticed that Haldir's body is actually pushing out the arrowheads… the gash is closing…

I'm… instantly healing…. him? How can this be… possible?

Then I stopped feeling anything. Everything started to go white… feeling of falling, just dropping straight, and I felt a warmth, and…

That's it…

"Layla! Layla! Speak to me!" I was in awe of everything that was happening to her. She placed a hand over my chest and I felt all of her warmth and energy spreading through me. But I had feared for her as well.

Her eyes had changed from those brown beautiful eyes to completely white. A color of white, brighter than the whites in anyone's eyes. I also see a hint of blue, but then she started to close them and I see her body begin to fall.

As if nothing had happened to me, I had caught her. I immediately turned around from where I had laid and I grabbed her by her shoulders and brought her to my blood crusted, completely healed chest.

It was hard to quickly figure out where to place my hands and arms on her because she had something in the way and her dress was falling off from her back. Her front side is covered, but her dress had completely torn from the back all the way down almost revealing her rear.

But that is not even the second reason of my shock and surprise. The real reason was:

She had sprouted giant white wings. Feathers and everything… and quite large. Lose feathers flying about when she had first outstretched them, but I don't even think she knew what was going on herself. Her complete focus was on me.

I notice her skin pale, but she is still warm to the touch. The healers have not approached me and The Lady approached Layla with a thin sheet blanket to cover her back, and as soon as she did, all the feathers from her wings had started to come apart and land on the floor. Then she proceeded to wrap it around her body comfortably and tightly.

"Healers. Please lay Layla onto one of our more comfortable beds. She is only sleeping, but keep an eye on her, and let me know when some wakes." I turn to The Lady and I shake my head. "I will do it." I don't want to let go of her. I had gotten off of the temporary bed with her still in my arms, and I had carried her to one of the better beds. I gently laid her down and covered her with a sheet that a healer had handed to me. I put on a white cloak with large sleeves to cover myself. I had not paid any attention to Orophin or to Daleheon, but only shared a nod and their nods of understanding back to me.

I could only stare. She's so pale, her hair has few strands misplaced, and she looks so peaceful.

The Lady and Lord had finally come to her bedside. "She has finally awakened her powers. Just as I thought. She is of the healing kind. Nothing offensive. This was the only way to awaken her Haldir. Do forgive us." Lady Galadriel replied and then she looked at me.

"Forgive? What is there to forgive? She had saved me, with your help." I was confused.

"We had told her that you were on the verge of death so that she may use her desperation to access her fëa, because she couldn't do it on her own with no strong point to focus on. Something that we both understand." The Lord had said. "She is easily distracted and frustrated, so we had to use this unfortunate, but useful event to teach her something. Now the normal lessons can begin."

My eyes grew wide and my mouth agape.

"You lied to her!? It's almost as if it was madness and genius…" I had to ponder this. It is true about Layla… she is very… very… easily distracted. Meditation is not her… expertise. The Lady of the Wood only laughed and Lord Celeborn slighty shrugged and shook his head. "Sometimes I don't know what my own wife may think of next."

I look behind me and I see that Orophin and Daleheon are bandaged on their shoulders and from their gashes. Orophin just staggers toward me, but tries to walk normally.

"As The Lady said, she'll be fine, Haldir. We had to rush you in from that attack. Even I thought you had been getting closer to death." I just nodded.

"Come, we shall leave this room so that our wounded may rest." Lady Galadriel had said.

"I will rest in my room. I am moving fine and will rest there." Orophin had said and walked over to exit doors.

"So shall I. I wish to see my wife for I know she is waiting there impatiently as the news of our return is so far kept secret. I must now face her." Daleheon had said and laughed to himself.

Orophin has then slung his arm over Daleheon's shoulders and they grunted in slight pain. "Hopefully the newfound healer can get to us next. This pain is no walk in the forest." I had to scoff and chuckle at that comment. I see them walk or rather limp away.

I turn to face Layla again and she had not changed. Pale and laying still with steady breathing. I reach over to hold her hand.

The Lady bent down slightly and started to stroke Layla's hair. "She brings great power and responsibility Haldir. So great that she may one day leave us to journey to find her purpose. I sense such a spirit within her that she is from either the Valar or the Creator. She may hold power as much as I or possibly even more."

By the Valar, is she that strong? But she merely is only one elf? Through she was brought to this world under certain circumstances. But with this power…

She may leave me one day?

"She needed you so much Haldir that she delved within herself to find the power to heal you when she couldn't for anyone else. She has quite the love and devotion for you." I couldn't help but become a little timid at The Lady's comment to me and I feel as though I my skin turned into a shade of pink.

Wait a minute. Love? As in she loves me?

"Please ponder on my thoughts concerning Layla and be prepared for the possible future that may come forth for her. She is still looking for her friend and she knows what will happen to this world." She placed her hand on my shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Please watch over her well, Marchwarden Haldir. She has been quite the gift, not only to Middle-Earth…" And Lord Celeborn had left his sentence at that. I had seen The Lady placed a hand on her husband's shoulder and they looked at each other and then back to me. She then held his hand.

"She will wake soon and she will need to gain her strength. Please take care of her." She had slightly bowed her head to me.

"I will." Was all that I could say then they walked out of the room.

I had grabbed and empty chair and used it to sit next to Layla at her bedside. "Please, Love. Sleep. Sleep and be well. I will be here when you wake." I bring her hand to my lips and I press them to her pale skin.

She is warm…

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!GANDALF! GANDAAAAAAAALF!" I heard my name. I immediately rise up from where I was sitting. I was having a nap until I hear her dreaded cries.

"Elena!" I am walking and running around each corners and I have met Lord Elrond along the way. "What has happened!? What is going on? Who is screaming for you, Gandalf?"

"It is Elena. She may be in trouble!"

We continue to walk around the paths and I see Legolas and Boromir just arriving at her door. "What is happening in there?" Boromir had asked. I see then Aragorn, Arwen, and more elves arrive including the hobbits. Just an audience is every required!

"Elena is in there!" I rush to the door, but it did not easily open. I push it open and I see there was a table in the way, but I was able to see something. A dreadful scene that had caught my eye.

I pushed open the door and thankful Elena was not in direct view. Others had started to crowd around, and behind Lord Elrond was the only other who I allowed to see. "My word!" Was all he could say. I turned to the audience just behind me. I see Legolas trying to move his body and his head to see, and his eyes grew eyes and weary. He must have seen beyond us and has seen the blood on the walls that is behind the door. I must say something before he reveals something.

I had also witness Frodo taking advantage of his height, bustling through the legs of everyone and I can tell from his expression that he too, saw the blood. I then spoke taking authority.

"This does not involve all of you. You are all not to see this! This matter is not for your eyes!" Lord Elrond then spoke, "Do not ask questions. Information will be discussed in the morning!" We then entered and had shut the door behind us.

I can hear all the voices behind me now through the doors and the banging from their fists.

"What happened to Elena?"

"Is she alright?! Where did all the blood come from?"

"Is she hurt badly?"

"Don't let Miss Elena die!"

We were still absorbing the situation. It is a great shock, surprise, astonishment, so many words to describe what we feel and what we are seeing.

We first noticed the blood starting at the windowsill that is in the direction of the door, then we follow it trailing to the walls on the other side of room leading behind the bed. The bed itself was unmade, having some lines of blood and the bed sheet gone.

So much blood…

Then we see her huddled to herself at the corner behind her bed, with a bed sheet covering herself, but something seemed taller than her is on her back. "Elena? What has happened?"

"Gand…alf…" I see her head turning slowly towards me, her body trembling.

"Elena, I am here. Lord Elrond is here as well. Now tell us what happened." The both of us had walked closer to her. Lord Elrond stopped by the bed and I kneeled before her looking at her face, her eyes closed.

"Child, can you tell us where you are hurt?" Lord Elrond asked.

"My back… it is feeling quite sore…" She said in between struggled breaths and she tries to laugh. "This is no time for jokes Elena. Please, what happened here?" I urged her to comply.

She looks up into my eyes, to Lord Elrond, then back to me. Her left eye is completely black. No color, no other circles, only of one solid color, and no lines. Pure darkness…, but her right eye, her Race of Man eye, is perfectly normal. "I think something is starting… within me. Only one came out though. And it hurt… it hurt like a bitch…" She laughed more but strained with more pain as each movement in her body pained her.

"Elena, we're going to take a look at your injuries. Please let us see it." Lord Elrond comes up to Elena and kneels down before her. He is taken aback but seeing her eye, but he quickly regains his composure. "I wonder what I look like that I had scared both of you. Hideous? Treacherous? Menacing? I wonder… I am very sorry I look this way…" She proceeded to stand up with her back to us as she leans her head onto the corner of the wall, taking off the bed sheet to reveal something that is indeed horrific.

One wing, a Fellbeast's wing, is in the folded position on her back. All of grey skin, with black spots on her body. Possibly to the fact that since she is not a full elf, the black color has stopped spreading. I see patches and lines of blood crusted on those wings, and the back of her dress is ripped open revealing the location of where the wing has sprouted. The branding on the left side has disappeared, while on the right side, the branding is untouched by any changes with the exception of blood drops and smears.

"Oh Ilúvatar what fate this girl and to us!" And as quickly as we saw the Fellbeast wing, it had changed into a feathered wing, then it started to come apart, one by one, each feather fell and faded into the air.

Lord Elrond was quicker than I to see that Elena was starting to fall straight down, first taking notice in her legs as they were bending and her body leaning against the wall, sliding only a little bit for he rushed to her back, and picked her up in his arms, despite that when her back was on his arm, he was being covered by her blood as the wound that the fellbeast's wing had sprouted from did not heal on its own.

She had passed out as I can clearly see now. Lord Elrond had then laid her on the bed and then turned her so that her stomach is facing down, her back exposed, and tilts her head to the side so she may breathe. I gathered more comforting pillows to put under her head so that it is elevated for her to breathe more comfortable in this position.

"I believe she is awakening in this form Gandalf. The longer she stays here, the longer Imaldris is in danger… Sauron's eye is fixated on Rivndell. I have to not only worry about her, but now The One Ring." He had finally spoken. He began to cover the wounds with the sheets, and began humming a song, and his hands turned to a yellow/white soft glow over her injury. I could only watch has he healed her from start to finish. He checked under the blanket and mumbles that the branding of the wing has returned.

After a few moments, he began to speak again. "I do sense her fate is still in her hands. I cannot see anything concerning her, for her future is covered in fog, but I do believe that you are right. She can still go either way for she still has a great holding on herself, but she cannot do this alone. Whether she stays the way she is or she happens to accept fate and become Elf and use the powers of the Dark Lord Morgoth, she will always have this with her unless The Valar can change anything about her, which I doubt. She is not a child of Ilúvatar."

This is very true. She hails from another world and she is not the child of this world's creator.

I can only over look her lying still form, watching breathe slowly. She now only looks as if she is only sleeping.

"When she wakes, she is to join us in the council tomorrow. Everyone must know what is before her, before all races, and all of Arda. I leave her with you Mithrandir. This is one of the greatest challenges that has ever befallen you. She needs to be watched over and make sure her thoughts to not linger towards the Dark Lord Sauron." I didn't have a word to say for I did agree with him.

"I understand Lord Elrond. I will force her to join the council tomorrow as you wish, though I have had a feeling that she knew of the meeting, but made no reference to it. She had mentioned her plans today was to take a stroll by the waterfalls or just stay in bed all day long."

Lord Elrond shook his head and even shared a smile or a smirk. I could never tell. "I have only known her for a short time, but I know she would say something like that. It is very much like her." He leaves for the door, "I will go and fetch Arwen to help her clean up and to have clothing to wear especially for the council tomorrow. So far it does seem that she and Elena get along very well." He opens the door and closes it behind him. I did catch a few voices that remained by the door.

"Lord Elrond. How is Elena? Is she alright? Why is there blood on you?"

Sounds to me that Frodo is the only one waiting outside. "She is going to be fine and needs her rest. Everything will be explained today during our meeting. Please rest until then."

As I wait for Arwen to come in, I think of all the days I have spent with this young girl. I remember all of her whining and how vexing it is. She honestly never walks around like this. She tells me that back where she lives, it is a sport and has special clothing, footwear, and equipment that people carry for such, 'activities'. She says things that she wishes that she could 'drive', or 'take the train,' or 'take a plane' to wherever we needed to be. So many things that I do not understand. She is very new to this world and this type of environment and has no skills whatsoever to survive on her own. She would tell me that in her home world, that as long as you have money, you can get almost whatever you needed. Only times of disaster is when it is very difficult. So different from us, but we are the same.

I have come to act like a paternal figure to her. I would wake her when she needs to be ready so that we may move on, scold her for saying bad things, challenge her when she says something I do not agree with, guide her on how to survive here, protect her when she needs it. It has been like that since she first appeared to me as a little light sphere. I do not know how Sauron conjured her and her friend to be here, but there must be a connection between them now. We can only hope that her friend had found a sanctuary as well. I can only be there for Elena as much and long as I can. I can see how people may mistake us as a family. We haven't been apart in many weeks, or at least it feels like weeks.

I take my aging hand and I hold onto hers. "I am here when you wake, and be sure to wake soon. You are not out of the woods yet, Child." I sit on the bed next to her lying form.

My eyes tremble as I open them. I feel so heavy…

I'm lying on my bed?

I wish it was MY bed, but it's the bed that I've been renting out in this room that I'm also using since my stay here in Rivendell.

I turn my head because I had seen the grey figure next to me sitting on a chair. Reminds me when he was Frodo's bedside smoking his pipeweed, but he's not doing it with me. I was a little disappointed. I mentally laughed to myself, but I brought myself back to the moment. "Gandalf?" I tried to scoot up in bed, but I noticed that I had many pillows behind me to help me keep my form of my back straight.

"Move your body slowly. Lord Elrond healed you, but without any herbs and appropriate bandages as you bled so much. He had to immediately close the wound as you were bleeding quite fast. Lady Arwen then came in to clean you and dress you along with another healer elf."

"Wow… No wonder I'm beat." I adjust myself a bit and lean into the pillows and made eye contact with Gandalf. "So I'm good now? No infections, gashes, internal bleeding and the like?" I saw him nod his head.

Gandalf then stood from his chair, and whipped the blanket off of me. "For the first time ever, you have awoken from your slumber on time."

I freaked out and I grabbed the blanket sheet and used it to cover myself, feeling the soreness of my body, caused me to slow down and do a double take of what I was wearing. I guess I didn't have to because when I looked down at what I was wearing, I wore the same style dress, simple, the length I know reaches to cover my feet, in the color of black, with the sleeves a blood red color. The red and black seem almost fitting for me nowadays…

"Oh I'm already dressed. But where are we going?" Seriously… where?

"We are going to the meeting. The Council of Elrond."

I gave him my best what-the-fuck-are-you-talking about look. My head slightly bent down, eyebrow raised, making eye contact with him and the words, "What are you talking about, Gandalf?"

Then see him go 'Granddad' mode on me. You know when a parent starts to look like someone with authority and really going to use that tone with you… yeah… I'm nervous when he gets into what I call the 'Granddad mode.

"Elena, you are summoned by Lord Elrond to go to this secret meeting and there is no way out of it. Even I believe, no, I know that you need to be a part of this council. It is very important because this is the discussion concerning The One Ring." He puts a hand on his hip showing that he's giving me the low down. But I'm the rebellious granddaughter… to him, I'm still like a baby or teenager whatever age is equivalent that I am…. I don't make sense right now, but you get the jist.

"Nope. No way am I going to that council. I'm sore, I just want to sleep, and who cares if I'm there or not. I already know what happens. Until Lord Elrond kicks me out of here, I just want to stay here until The One Ring is destroyed." Yeah, I'm in bitchy mode. Seriously. No reason for me to be there!

"Elena, all of that now has changed. The Eye of Sauron is fixated on Rivendell, and because of that, he is now looking for you as well along with The One Ring. You staying here, and might I add, if you over stay your welcome here, you will put this city in danger! Your very presence has changed either the fate or the ending fate of your life and all of this world."

Shit… I didn't even think about that. Now Sauron knows where I am? Shiiiiiiiit! I just cross my arms and I start laughing. I'm losing it.

"Hahahahahaha, I'm so totally screwed! I'm gonna die. I'm gonna fucking die!" From bitchy mood and quickly to bonkers mode. I've lost it. I know I did. Or I haven't completely lost it.

"Elena get a hold of yourself and watch your tongue!" He sits on the bed next to me and grabs my shoulder and shakes me. It's okay. It's actually not the first time I'm like this and he's treated me like this… I'm like this every couple of days or weeks. Whole new world and all…

"Fine! I'm okay." Reality checks are always needed. But but… "But I'm still not going. What if those guys just decide to up and kill me? Hm? They're gonna find out that I'm possibly the root of all evil, and what happens if they want to know what happened last night? Hm? They're going to want to kill me!" I said this and one hand turned into a fist and I pounded my chest lightly to show emphasis. Bonkers to reality mode.

"No one will hurt you. For that I am sure. I will make sure of it. Even if they wanted to kill you and you turned up dead, we don't know the consequences of it after you are dead. Quite fearing when you can think about it. Where would Morgoth's energy go? Would Sauron be angry and rise up to power sooner? Possibilities can come up when it happens, but let us make sure it doesn't happen." He smiles at me.

"I'm scared Gandalf. I've never stopped being scared…" I start to slide slowly out of bed and I see that there are simple black flats with a gold trim embroider around the rims. I mentally thank Arwen. I slip them on with ease. I reach out my hands to Gandalf and I see him then stand to help me up slowly

"Ow ow ow… I'm good…" Gandalf lets go of my hands and I raise my arms high toward the ceiling for a good stretch and I go side to side…

"If I must meet my fate, then I must meet it head on. I'm terrified… but I think with you by my side, I can work it." But then… but then… I shrug my eyebrows in worry… WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO WITHOUT HIM?!

"But what happens if a time comes when I'm without you?" I stop stretching my arms and put my hands on my hips. "I can't lose my granddad at anytime." I know he's going to be gone for a while, but seriously, what would I do? Panic? Of course, but seriously…

"If a time like that ever comes, always believe in yourself. Take the burden on yourself, but if there are people you trust that are around, then you can ask for help, assurance, safety, plans, anything. Your feelings need to be alleviated to be away from the darkness."

I feel like that time might come soon. No way in Hell I'm joining the Fellowship. I'd get killed quick and easy… ugh… or slow and not so easy…

"Now will you come with me to the council?" Yes and no, but head on right? Can't disobey Lord Elrond or my granddad…

"Yes, let's shall. Let us embrace this fate." I extend my hand as if I wanted to be escorted and he laughs and then pretended that he was honored. "I feel as though I was going to let you married."

Awwwww! He's picturing me as if he was 'giving me away' to my future husband…

"Aw geeze Gandalf. That's not going to happen any time soon! Nope nope nope!" We share a laugh this time and then we make our way to the council… slowly… My back is still sore and I can feel it to my hips.

Wonder if I kept them waiting…