Chapter Eight
Jane POV
I awoke the next morning and sighed as I rolled over in bed. I leaned up onto my elbow, and thought about the events of the previous day, and that I had a father.
Then I realized what about my family in Rhode Island? I am never going to see them again. What's going to happen to them? I felt tears enter my eyes, as I remembered my mom, my dad he divorced her when I was fourteen. Then I remembered Sarah, my sister. The last time I saw her I told her I never wanted to see her again, oh how I wish that I could take that time back.
I did not try to hold the tears back I let them flow freely. I began thinking about how I would change my life; I know have a job a huge responsibility. I am a Maia, and the daughter of Gandalf, my real name is Mithril. Then I remembered that I am not supposed to tell anyone, which will be very hard.
Now is the time to make promises to myself, I will not be a Mary-Sue, I will let Gandalf fall and Boromir die. I will not attempt to save their lives. I will not fall in love with any of the members in the fellowship. I will not fall in love with any humans, hobbits, or elves. I will stay within my own race I am a Maia.
I was interrupted by a loud knock on my door. I got off of the bed, and grabbed my robe and put it on. "Come in." I called.
The door opened slowly and my new best friend Arwen walked in.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"For what?"
"The council, you forgot did you not?"
"Oh my goodness, I totally forgot. One second."
"Well hurry get dressed it starts in half an hour. And my brothers are escorting you, for they themselves will also attend."
I quickly threw off my robe as Arwen turned around, and I went into the wardrobe and grabbed a beautiful brown dress, with green edging, and grabbed some brown boots. And quickly threw them on and grabbed a brush and tugged at my tangles, since I did not have much time to do my hair, I quickly pulled it up into a messy bun.
"Ready." I announced.
"Good, they are outside waiting. A very nice choice of apparel." She commented.
"Thank you." I said.
I walked out of the room but not with out stuffing my new daggers into my boots. I walked out and saw the peredhil twins leaning against the wall.
"Sleep in much?" asked Elladan.
"Properly clothed I see." Said Elrohir.
"Yes, but know I believe you three are late." Said Arwen.
"Then lets get rolling." I stated.
The three elves looked at me confused. "It means let's get going."
They nodded. "Then lets roll." Said Elladan.
We walked mostly in silence, as we made our way past the several houses. I was still unfamiliar as to what they are called here. We turned left and I looked up and saw a circle of chairs with an altar in the middle. We were here.
I took a seat next to the twins; we unfortunately were the last to arrive, which earned us a disapproving glance from Elrond, and a smile from dad.
Then the council of the Ring began.