Chapter 3
Eradrin plodded up a grassy hill slowly. Trouble and doubt shadowed her gaze. Her friends walked behind her, still checking to see if she was okay. "Eradrin, are you absolutely positively sure you are alright?" Aralin asked for the fifth time. "Yes," Eradrin replied patiently, "I am fine. I just am a bit sore and tired." "Okay..." Aralin said uncertainly.
As soon as Eradrin got to her room, she fell on top of her bed. "Go to sleep..." A soft voice whispered in her ear. "You'll feel better in the morning." Elrond turned around and quietly walked out of the room, leaving Eradrin to gaze at the starlight. Fatigue dragged at her body, and soon the hazy points of starlight faded as she fell into deep sleep.
Eradrin awoke with a start. Sweating, she recalled the events of her dream. Unnaturally huge goblins, orcs, and cave trolls loomed out before her, hate and anger gleaming in their eyes. Shadows crawled around them as they pulled out swords, preparing to strike. That was the horrifying part. Then, a strange peace had filled her mind as a voice murmured in her ear, "Do not be afraid. You are not alone in this battle. I will fight with you." The monsters in front of her vanished. She then fell through the ground, light spiraling upwards around her, and landed with a thump on her bed.
"Some dream." She muttered, trying to focus her eyes, still hazy with sleep.
"Lady Eradrin?" A voice came from outside her door. "Yes?" Eradrin called. "Elrond is holding a council outside. You must come immediately." "Tell him I will be right down!" She said through the door.
Then, quickly getting dressed and ready, she walked as quickly as she could through the golden hallways and sun-streaked water falls. She arrived at one of the gardens of Rivendell, and off to the riverside were ten of the older elves , a dark haired man, and the elves that took part on the brutal battle the night before. Elrond looked her way as she approached. "Ah, Eradrin, you have made it. Please take a seat." Eradrin sat in between Aralin and Alluean. Then Elrond spoke. "As you all know, there was a battle between a group of orcs and the elves that were patrolling last night." His glanced at the Eradrin. "And after we won, I sent out more patrols along the boundaries of Rivendell. Reports came back of orcs scouting along the opposite banks of the river. Aragorn" he nodded at the dark haired man, "Was trying to cross the river when three orcs jumped out at him. And also many of you know about the orcs we have seen before Eradrin got back from Mirkwood." The older elves glanced at each other when he mentioned Eradrin. "The conclusion is this: the orcs are obviously watching us, perhaps waiting for a moment to attack like last night. I don't know the reason why, and something must be done about this." The elves looked at one another. Glorfindel, sitting across from Eradrin, spoke up. "What you don't know, Elrond, is what I want to know. Why are the orcs and goblins attacking us? They haven't left Mordor, Dol Guldur, or the Misty Mountains for ages.
Do we have something they want?" He seemed to put special emphasis on the last question.
Elrond frowned. "I would not want to scare the young ones by saying so." He said. "We're not young!" Alluean protested. "Eradrin is about 2100, I am 2097, and Aralin is 2110!" Elrond glanced at her. "When you are my age, 2100 seems like 1000." He continued, "I will set a watch on our borders, each post containing of at least 6 elves, from now until the attack cease. This council is ended."
The elves broke up, scattering in little groups to talk among themselves. Glorfindel slowly approached Elrond. He stood beside him, watching the sparkling river. "You will have to tell her soon." He muttered, not taking his eyes off the water. "It's too soon. Besides, I wouldn't know what to say." Elrond replied. Glorfindel looked at Elrond. "Elrond, you have to tell her now, before the orcs come again. If she doesn't know, all the better for the orcs, all the worse for her. Why would you think Sauron wanted her out of the picture in the first place. You know that a Nazgul was watching the battle in the shadows of the trees. Tell her now, before something had happens." Elrond sighed. "I hope she won't be scared. She is so young to have a bit responsibility." Glorfindel rolled his eyes. "She is almost grown up. You know that. You must reveal to her...
her destiny..."
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