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Chapter Three: The Council of Elrond
Boromir inspected the Elf serving him; she was thin, tall, angular, and had a cat like grace, that enchanted him. Taking in a broader view of his inspection he noted many things about her appearance; her lips where thin but full, her nose was slightly hooked, her eyes where grey like his own, her lashes long and cast a slight wild appearance to her eyes. Her hair was shoulder length, and a copper red-brown, like his, except that she had two thin braids of silver Elvin hair framing her face. She wore a strange ring upon her slender and long middle finger, and it could only be described as a slight seen of silver mithril, gold, emerald, and a deep red onyx, that glittered, but drew no attention except to the most observant. Even then it was blurred and indescribable. Her skin was the color of a warriors tanned skin and the dress she wore was of a light and flowy fabric, the vest of soft, violet leather, and they complemented her shape.
Enya felt his eyes on her in fact she felt two sets of eyes on her. In the space of three seconds after noting that fact, her appearance and movements became hidden and withdrawn, with a tich of powerful authority.
Legolas stared across the table at the elf serving one of Elrond's other guests, a man of Gondor by the look of him. She was fair but had the looks of a seasoned warrior, that was suggested by her cat like grace, tanned skin, her shoulder length hair, and when she wasn't tending to the man she stood in a soldiers ready in the shadows behind the mans chair. While he was watching her, her appearance became withdrawn and hidden and he wondered at it. Legolas was startled when one of his companions started talking to him. Casting one last look at the elf, he joined into the conversation.
Enya was relived when Elrond and Arewen stood and started walking towards the Hall of Fire. Sweeping from the room she followed, anxious to get away from the staring eyes.
"Wait, My Lady," a man with a rustic, soft, and heavy Gondorian accent, called out. She paused, looking back to find the man that she had served throughout the feast, walking hurriedly towards her.
Bowing he stopped in front of her, "I don't think I caught your name," he mumbled.
"You shall know it in time, but for now let me keep my name to myself. You can call me a Cat for all I care," Enya answered, poised for flight.
"Then a cat you shall be to me, until I find your name, My Lady," he said.
Enya nodded, and then caught up to Elrond.
"My Lord Elrond I wish to speak with you after you retire from the Hall of Fire tonight," Enya murmured, casting her eyes downward respectfully.
"Of course," he murmured back, also playing the court games, before entering the hall.
After an hour or so Enya stood and began to sing:
'Melodis are the calls from below
From a bellows
Befriended by those above
Gentle and sweet but regal and strong hearted'
'Long was their peace
And a tie never heard of was forged
"Speak friend and enter" was chiseled into the door
To the mines of Kazhad-dum'
'Friend was the password spoken in the elvish tongue
And it is a scrap of their elvish common sense'
'Peace long since lost since the goblin wars
Most of the race now long gone
The birds cry across the land lost in painful memories of that noble elvish race'
'Bitter was their parting
But it was for a noble cause
For they stood firm in the last alliance
Where Gil-Galad and Earendil fell'
'Most of this race perished in the battle that followed
Long lost but not forgotten
Is the Elvin race and land of
EREGION'
Enya bowed to the surrounding elves and slipped into a shadowy corner, leaving them puzzled. Elrond stood and left the hall, pausing in the doorway he beckoned to her. Immediately she went to his side, bowing and murmuring, "My Lord." They walked from the Hall to his private study.
"It has been long since songs of Eregion have been sung, but no doubt you are going to tell me who you are Ranger, and of your past," Elrond said in a carrying whisper.
"Elrond it has been long, since you saw me last, and no doubt you thought that I was long dead along with most of mine kin. But I must now properly introduce myself, I am Enya Niece of Gil-Galad," She said softly, standing at a soldiers ready.
Elrond choked, "Enya? The young Elvin captain of the legions of Eregion, during the last alliance? Enya the Heir to the throne of the elves?"
"The very same," Enya said looking him directly in the eyes. "And you where only 20 years older then me during the last alliance if you remember," She continued.
"Yes, yes, of course, tell me everything that has transpired since I last saw you," he said, embracing her. So through most of the night Enya told her story to her dear comrade in arms, and she delivered Galadriel's message.
The next morning Enya woke to some one knocking on her door. Wrapping a thin cloak over her shoulders, she opened the door.
"Elrond," She said, surprised.
"The council starts in thirty minutes and from what I observed last night Enya, you don't want any one to know who you are yet, correct," Elrond explained.
"Yes," She murmured, shifting her feet.
"We'll be the first ones there, so you'll be able to hide in the shadows, and listen to the discussions without being known or introduced, for after I would love to hear your opinions of the discussions, my dear one," he said lovingly.
"I see that you're still my brother figure, seeing as I had none," Enya said laughing and beckoning him inside.
"I'll wait in the hall until you're properly dressed," he said, amused by her
Appearance; old cloak and an overlarge tunic, but amused in a brotherly way rather than a rude one.
Blushing she closed the door and changed into her, now clean, Ranger attire, and quickly dying her two silver locks to match the rest of her hair. Strapping on her blade, she opened the door and stood by Elrond's side.
"Have you named your blade, sister," he said, looking at the mithril blade on her hip.
"No, I haven't yet got around to it, brother," she murmured, as she walked by his side, towards an open yet secluded porch.
Elrond smiled. "Yet you where never so hesent to Name your other weapons," he murmured back.
"That's different, my blade is the choice between life and death in most battles, it has to have the right name," Enya said, always tactfully wise.
"Which is good, a blade should have a name that fits it flawlessly. I am glad you always reserve the name of brother for me; it is nice to have another sibling that has had a firm grip on my heart since the Elder days, and has since her disappearance. You've forever been and will be in my thoughts, sister," Elrond said, displaying utter most brotherly affections for her.
Enya blushed, and slipped into the shadows of Elrond's chair, where he would sit during the council. Twenty minutes later a warning bell sounded for the council, and everyone began to filter in. Glorfindel of the firstborn… A dwarf from the Lonely Mountains by the name of Gloin and his son Gimli… Aragorn son of Arathorn… Erestor Chief Counselor of Elrond's household… Galdor of the Grey Havens… Legolas son of King Thranduil of the elves of Mirkwood… Boromir of Gondor… the other counselors from Gondor, Mirkwood and Elrond's household… Bilbo Baggins, and last of all came Gandalf the Grey leading Frodo Baggins, bearer of the one ring.
"Welcome all of you to this council. Now, things shall be openly spoke of that have been hidden but to a few until this day. And first so that all may understand what the peril is and what it means. The Tale of the Ring shall be told from beginning even to present time, and though I may begin this tale others shall be ending it," Elrond said, and then he embarked in short upon the story.
Enya only half listened to his part, because she knew all of it. When Boromir spoke, he spoke of many things that she already knew of until, he came to his dream, but even then she was back to only recording what she heard. Enya listened even more to Bilbo's tale, for she only knew bits and pieces of it. She gave her full attention when it became Frodo's and then Gandalf's turn. Gandalf was often interrupted for others news, that entwined with his tale. Enya wasn't too surprised when an argument broke out and only she, Elrond, Aragorn, Bilbo and Frodo remained sitting.
Boromir noticed that throughout the Council, when Elrond wasn't speaking that Elrond's hand seemed to dangle and rest on something other than his chair. Boromir tried to see into the shadows next to the chair, but couldn't. Still puzzled, confused and drawn by the lull and pull of the Ring he joined into the argument of who would take the Ring to Mordor.
"I will take the Ring, though I don't know the way," Enya heard a small voice say through the argument. Silence.
"This is a heavy burden, heavy enough that none could lay it on another. But if you take this burden willingly Frodo Baggins, then I will say that your choice is right, and your seat should be among the mightiest elf friends of old," Elrond said after a pause.
"But you won't be a sendin' him off all a lonesome and lost, surely not master?" a Hobbit cried out, standing from his sitting position by Frodo's chair.
"No, indeed," Elrond said, smiling. "You at least Samwise, shall go with him, seeing as the two of you can hardly be separated. The rest of Frodo's companions we shall debate over tonight after dinner," he said continuing.
Long after the council, Enya sat talking with Elrond, during which he adopted her as his sister. The dinner bell rang, and Arwen, joined them as they walked to the dining hall.
Sorry that this chapter followed the movie more then the book, the next chapter will follow the book a little more. Sorry for the long wait for the update, but I was waiting for the internet to be hooked up to the computer I'm using now, and for my mom to get a thumb drive so that I could type on any computer so that you guys could get updates faster…Chapter 4 is going to take me just a little longer to get published cause, I'm still in the process of writing it, then I got to type it but hey at least I've got up to three of the chapters published right? So r&r…-Adurna