AN: Hey again! Sorry this took longer than normal, I was pretty busy yesterday. Thank you all so much for reading and sticking with me!
Anyway, here's chapter 5.
After walking for a few more hours, Elena and Eldarion arrived in Rivendell at about noon. It saddened Elena to see for herself how empty it was, but it was still a thrill to be in the place she had only read about or watched in the movies. They walked across the stone bridge, and then went up to the main building. When they got outside, Eldarion explained to her that he was going to get some water from the creek and some new bandages from the supply area and some food (before leaving the elves made sure there was still plenty of the necessary things passing travelers might need to make them still feel welcome).
Meanwhile, Elena wandered around the familiar-yet-foreign house, exploring the place she had always wished to see. Wandering down a hallway, she passed a few bedrooms and a couple terraces before coming to the semi-outdoor area where Isuldur's sword used to lie in fragments. She walked up to the statue just like Boromir did so long ago, and then turned and studied the painting of the war with Sauron. Looking at the painting closely, she realized just how detailed it was. The colors blended together perfectly, and the dark portrayal of Sauron was incredible. She couldn't believe how one could take something so dark and black and paint it with such depth and variation in color.
While she was lost in the depths of the war, Eldarion walked up behind her carrying the things he had gone to get.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, slightly startling Elena.
"Oh, yes. It must have been awful to live in such times. But in the end, good conquered evil and Sauron is gone. Some of his followers may still remain, but the ultimate threat has perished hopefully forever. I really hope this coming war will not be too serious."
"As do I. But however big it is we must have faith that we will defeat them in the end. When these coming hostilities are over, we should be rewarded with many years of peace."
That is if we live through this thing. "Now, if you don't mind, I should probably get started with your arm," Eldarion said. "It can be quite dangerous if it gets much worse, and the infection could spread to your whole body."
"Alright, but we should probably move to a more comfortable place where we can at least sit down." Elena definitely wasn't looking forward to the pain of cleaning her wound, but she knew that if it remained the way it was, she could lose the arm.
They walked back to one of the bedrooms, picking one with a beautiful view of the surrounding valley and the cascading waterfalls that poured into the river at the bottom. Elena sat in a chair at the small table in the room, and Eldarion set up the supplies. First he unwrapped the bandages, which were a bit bloody and dirty looking. Then, using a soft cloth, he began scrubbing the tooth marks. Elena yelped and hissed quite a bit during this part, but every time Eldarion paused with concern she told him she was alright. Finally, he was satisfied that it was clean. Next he took some more herbs and mixed them with a little water to create a thick paste. He then covered her forearm with it and wrapped it tightly with a fresh bandage.
"That wasn't so bad," Elena said with a sheepish smile. It definitely hurt a ton, in fact far more than she had expected, but it was over now and it felt much better without the bacteria making it constantly sting.
"Well, unfortunately it won't be the last time. I'll have to clean it every day until all signs of infection have gone away."
Great. I guess he will have to get used to my shrieking. "If you say so."
After gathering up the supplies and putting them on a small shelf that was hanging on the wall, they went outside to eat a late lunch, and then Eldarion showed her around until dinner time. Elena especially enjoyed seeing the places shown in the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit movies, such as the gazebo that Elrond, Galadriel, Saruman and Gandalf had been in for their council discussing the Necromancer, or the patio that Frodo had been on when he first saw Bilbo after he had left the Shire.
The next few days were like a dream to Elena: extremely enjoyable but difficult to remember the details. She spent most of her time exploring the libraries or learning the different alphabets of the dwarves and men with the help of Eldarion. She had already learned Quenya in the real world, so the books she read were mainly the ones in Elvish. She definitely wasn't fluent in the language though so it took her a while to translate the pages and she sometimes needed help with certain letters or words.
The worst part of her days were definitely when Eldarion had to clean her arm, but after 4 days he decided the infection was gone. Once that was announced, they gathered everything they would need for the trip to the Shire, then left the following day. Elena was sad to leave, but she knew that there were plenty of adventures to come.
AN: So this chapter definitely didn't seem to me like my best work, but it'll have to do. I really don't know what people do in Rivendell besides have feasts with the elves, but obviously they couldn't do that since the elves were gone so I had to improvise. Hopefully this wasn't too cheesy. Well, thanks for reading! Oh, and I might not be able to update for a few days besides maybe Friday because on Saturday I will be gone all day at a dance competition and I usually can't go on the computer on Sundays. But I should be able to get one out on Monday for sure. Anyway, until next time!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, or any information from other books from J. R. R. Tolkien. I do not own any of the Lord of the Rings or Hobbit movies made by Peter Jackson.