Sorry it took so long to update, we don't have Wi-Fi at my house. The only reason that I'm able to give you anying now is because I'm not at home. I hope this chapter is enough to appease you. Again, anything you recognize isn't mine.
We gather under a stone arch. The exit of Rivendell.
Elrond speaks. "The Ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom. On you who travel with him no oath nor bond is laid, to go further than you will. Farewell. Hold to your purpose. May the blessings of Elves and Men and all free folk go with you."
"The Fellowship awaits the Ring-bearer," Gandalf says.
I just hear Frodo whisper, "Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right?"
"Left," I hear Gandalf reply just as quietly.
Frodo turns left and the rest of us follow silently.
No one speaks much on the journey. I have the slightest feeling of tension in the air. We don't know one another yet. We're nervous.
I'm grateful for Harry at my side and the fact that even though I don't know them, these people would risk their lives to save the lives of any in this group. I'm thankful that despite Sauron's power, it's still beautiful here. Despite Sauron's power, the grass is still green, the Sun still shines in a blue sky, and everything still glows healthily.
"This is lovely," I murmur softly to Harry.
"It is," he agrees. "... Absolutely brilliant."
I smile at him.
"So... Draco decided not to come with us."
"Thank you captain obvious." I reply. He gently shoves me.
"Why?"
"I don't know Harry. It might have something to do with what he believes is his fate. You were asleep, we had an entire conversation about it. About fate and he asked me which road I thought he should take."
"You told him something like, choose the path you believe you should take didn't you?" Harry asks dryly.
I laugh quietly. "Something like that," I say smiling.
"You seem really happy to be about going off to beat the Dark Lord," Harry murmurs.
I punch his shoulder playfully.
"I have a sister!"
"Oh? What's her name?"
"Celebdrian."
"Um?"
"It's a more traditionally elvish name than my own. She's my younger sister. One year younger. You'll have known her as Luna Lovegood."
Harry's eyes widen in shock.
"But... what?"
"That's what I thought when I first met her here."
Harry goes silent for a moment which gives me time to study the people in the fellowship.
I know nothing about these people and they aren't talking much so I study their postures. Both Gimili and Legolas seem proud, though Legolas appears less arrogant. Aragorn, though not as proud as Legolas our Gimili, appears proud and regal. He seems almost kingly. Boromir, at the moment, is difficult. I don't know what he is and I'm not absolutely sure I want to know what he is. The Hobbits are easier. They almost always seem cheerful. I've got a feeling that that'll be welcome. Gandalf confuses me as much as Boromir does. All of this study takes place in a few seconds.
"How long do you think it will take us to win?" Harry asks me.
"I don't know. I wish I did, but I really don't know Harry. It could take years, it could take days. It all depends on Frodo and how well we travel," I answer quietly. It touches my heart that Harry already believes in these people.
The rest of the walk is silent.
We stop on a rocky hill.
"We must hold this course west of the Misty Mountains for forty days. If our luck holds, the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us. From there our road turns east to Mordor," Gandalf says.
We all settle for a break. Soon the smell of cooking sausage is wafting through the air.
"That smells really good," I mutter. Harry nods. My eyes shift to Legolas and I just barely hear the sound of Boromir teaching Merry and Pippin to fight.
Legolas stands and leaps upon one of the rocks focusing intently on something. Then I notice something amiss.
Moments after I see it, Sam asks, "What is that?"
"Nothing. It's just a wisp of cloud," Gimili assures him.
"It's moving fast. Against the wind," Boromir argues.
"Crebain from Dunland!" Legolas shouts.
"Hide!" Aragorn exclaims.
"Hurry," Boromir hisses.
I feel an arm tighten around my wrist and pull me with them.
I turn to face my...protector. It's Legolas. He holds a finger to his lips, his blue eyes perceiving.
I mouth a thank you and he nods in acknowledgement.
The birds pass and he lets go of my wrist. I didn't even notice that he was still holding it.
"Spies of Saruman! The passage South is being watched. We must take the Pass of Caradhras," Gandalf says. He looks up at the snowy peaks.
This won't be something I'm looking forward to.
Okay, chapter done. The next few chapters are some I'm particularly looking forward to writing... Anyways, I sincerely hope that you liked this chapter. The next ones may be up kind of slow though...I don't really know. I'll update as soon as I can. Lots of love to my readers
~ In the land of Morodor~