The six of us walked towards the giant building in an awed silence; Sam more star-struck than the rest of us. Aragorn just walked normally as we became closer to it. Maybe he grew up here?
We walked up to the front door as the sun dipped below the horizon. Two guards stood positioned there, but once they looked at who was walking towards them, they separated, allowing us to push open the doors and go inside. We strolled in, and the doors were shut behind us. I glanced at the doors before staring at what was waiting for us, standing further into the room.
Someone stood there. A man at a guess, with longer hair than mine- but he had ears that were pointed and slender. He had an air of status and power around him, which radiated through the room, making me no longer feel like that confident girl from Gryffindor.
"Aragorn." the man said walking to meet him. "Long time, no see." He then turned to Sam, Merry and Pip, who were standing infront of Ron and myself. "Frodo is alright." He spoke and I could instantly see Sam relax. "He's sleeping at the moment, but should be awake any time soon. Perhaps you would like to see him?"
The three Hobbits eagerly nodded, and the stranger clapped twice. Seconds later, someone walked forward, away from their chair in the shadows. He wore a large grey hat, and dirty old robes. His beard was long and grey, but taking away most of these factors and more, he looked like someone very familiar. Dumbledore, only it wasn't him.
I stared at my feet to try and keep composure, as Pippin called out "Gandalf!" and ran over to give the guy a hug, Merry and Sam close behind.
I kind of felt awkward standing there, intruding on the reunion. The man was clearly an old friend of theirs, who they possibly haven't seen in a long time. The man (Who was SO much taller than his three counterparts) rose to his feet again, and led the 3 Hobbits out of a different door to the one that they came in, and was shut behind them.
"Crap." I thought. "I'm screwed." I tore my eyes away from my muddy shoes, and attempted to look at the man standing before me. I so desperately wanted to say something, but my voice didn't seem to be working.
"I was told that you were to accompany just four companions, Aragorn Yet you arrived here with six." The spoke in hushed tones, gently moving him from the two of us. Ron and I remained standing where we were, as the two walked to the other side of the room, where they began a conversation in hushed voices. Despite the silence in the room, and their quiet voices, I could hear every word Aragorn and this strange guy was saying n than annoying foreign language; with the only words I could understand were 'Celeste', 'Ronald' and 'Elrond'. So, is this Elrond, then? Ron and I glanced at each other, before I looked back down at the floor.
When they had finished talking, and re-joined us, the sun had properly set, and Ron was falling asleep on his feet. The unknown 'Elrond' turn to us. "So, Aragorn tells me that you are not of this world." He says, and I see Ron panic. Clearly he didn't think I would tell anyone what we were up to, or where we came from.
I clear my throat slightly and lift my head to look the man in the eye. "Yes." I state, trying not to sound big-headed or anything. He nods, and two others walk in. My heart lurches but calms down as soon as I realise that they're not going to kill us. They walked around the room quickly, and quietly lighting the candles situated around the room, before departing. I'm thinking that their arrival was just coincidental.
"Well, anyways. There is a council in two days, and I would be honoured if you two would represent your land". Elrond said, hastily snapping our attention back to him. I smile, but though the offer is intriguing, I need to go find Harry and Hermione. But this land is larger than I thought, so there is a better chance of finding them if I stay. I glance at the floor and think, my smile faded.
"You do realize." Aragorn says, and I look up to him. "That you've got abetter chance of finding your friends if you stay. The council is meeting about a matter, and we think that they've been taken to a place that is involved."
I cross my arms and look at the floor (AGAIN!) as I decide. After several moments, I look up and give Elrond my answer.
So it's decided. I'm staying in Rivendell for a while, but I don't know what I'm going to do after the council.
After I'd said to Elrond that I'd take part in the meeting, someone showed me to my room, where I jumped onto the bed, dropping my bow & arrows on the way. The room was huge, and gave off a friendly vibe. Facing the ceiling, I kicked off my shoes, removed the sword and its scabbard rom around my waist and lay there.
The room looked like this: tumblr_m690jsjbL81rykvtfo1_500
I was there for ten to fifteen minutes before there was a knock at the door. I said it was open and they walked in. The same woman who had shown me to the room, was there again, holding something in her hands.
I sit up as she quietly shuts the door, and almost glides over to me. "Your friend Ronald mentioned that you'd burnt your hand." She stated, with a voice that a mother would use when her child was injured. I nod, and she quickly sits at the edge of the bed. I sit closer, crossing my legs and I gingerly held out my right hand.
the woman's electric blue eyes glance to the blistered injury on the back of my right hand. She winces quietly and opens the tub that she was carrying in. Inside is a cream, which she lightly applies to the burn. Almost immediately, it stops hurting and begins to fade. Within a minute or two, the burn has gone completely and all that's left is a barley visible red mark. I look up at the woman, and thank her. She nods in reply.
She stands up, and places the cream on the beautiful bedside table. "You may need that again." She said quietly as she began walking towards the door.
"Thank you." I say, shuffling to the edge of the bed. She went to walk out of the now open door but before she could, I stopped her. "Wait!" I called, and she snapped her head around; her blonde straight hair flying in all directions. "You didn't say what your name was."
She smiles; a warm and kind smile that radiates compassion. "My name is Aristrana."is all she says as she leaves, shutting the door silently, and walking away. I'm glad Aristrana told me her name, so that I don't have to keep referring to her as 'she'.
I yawn, and then realise just how long it's been since I've slept properly. Three days chasing some weird animals, then another 3 walking to the Weathertop, and at least another two, until Rivendell. So, at least a week, and around two hours of sleep.
I shuffle under the large duvet and rest my head on the pillows. I roll onto my let side and my hands undo the plat in my hair. I brush my fingers through, letting my hair fall onto my shoulders in scarlet waves. Slowly, I close my eyes, just listening to the wild-life outside, while still brushing my fingers though my hair.
I drift off eventually, thought I felt as if I wouldn't drift off for long.
~~~ Time skip to the morning ~~~
When I woke up the next morning, my first thoughts were 'Ew' and 'Ow'. It dawned on me just how filthy my hair must be, and also it didn't help that the stab wound was stinging like hell.
I roll over onto my right side, but wince slightly. Both in pain, and the fact that sunlight was now in my eyes from the open window. I shield my eyes with my left hand, so that I can see again.
I look over to the bedside table, and see that the tub of cream that healed my hand last night is still there. I sigh on relief, and reach out to get it. The tub is no bigger than the box for iPod earphones, so it is easy to grab. I quickly hold my fingers around the tub and bring it over to myself.
Sitting upright, I unscrewed the lid, and looked inside. There was hardly any cream left; just enough to heal one more injury. I pray to God, in my mind, that it works.
I don't hesitate in getting the cream out of the pot, and getting ready to place it on the wound. I push the duvet down to my knees with the clean hand- as one has cream on the fingers- and then lift up the corner of my shirt to reveal the wound. I quickly glance at it, and nearly scream.
The injury is worse than I imagined. The cut goes deep, and I think that I can see part of my organs. I feel like I'm going to be sick, so I look away to stop myself throwing up. I control my breathing to keep myself calm, and I place the cream on that massive gash.
The pain, for a few seconds, is unbearable, and it takes all my will-power to keep silent. But it fades away eventually, and like the burn last night, the entire injury is gone in just a few minutes. I look down and see that of the deep crevasse of a stab wound, only a faint white jagged line remains. I let go of my shirt, and turn to get out of bed, letting my hands find their way through my hair.
As I stand, I wonder where the nearest bathroom is, so I can take a bath. My eyes survey the hole room, taking in things that I might've missed last night. And that's when I see it; an extra door, unlike the one that I entered through. I walk over to it, grab the beautifully crafted handle, and pushed open the door.
Inside was a bathroom, complete with a bath, towels and pretty much anything I would need right now, apart from shampoo and conditioner. I smile. It's really kind that someone had already prepared bathroom stuff, even though I hadn't said anything. Although it must be obvious; I kind of smell!
Wedging the door open, I walk in and begin running water into the bath. The water came out red hot straight away, and while it ran, filling up the tub, I heard someone knock on the door to my room.
"It's open!" I call and then I hear the door open and close softly. I turn around to see who it was, and who was standing there, but Aristrana, with a bunch of clothes in her arms; a tray of food perched on top. "Morning Aristrana!" I exclaim, walking into the room to meet her. She kindly smiles, walking over to the bedside table, where she placed the bundle of items down.
"Good morning, M'lady." She spoke turning around to see me; her hands in front of her. "Lord Elrond said to bring you some clothes to change into, and some breakfast, seeing as you slept through it." Err, ooops?
"Thank you." I say, and she walks out. Brief visits must be popular here, huh? I remember the bath, and run back into the room, turning the off in time, so no water spilled over the edge. Now that I know it's ready, I head back, to take a look at the clothes that Aristrana sent to me.
I got close to the bedside table, and sat down on my bed. I picked up the tray with food on, and placed it beside me. On it, was a few pieces of toast, fruit and some orange juice. Simple enough. I then look at some of the clothes, and picking up the first one, I can clearly see that they expect me to wear a dress here. The one in my hands in white and blue, with long sleeves. The second, is red and floor length, and must trail behind me as I walk. The designs of the two are similar, apart from the fact that the red one is slightly longer. The third, is grey and is posher than the others, so clearly I will wear this at that at the council. The fourth and fifth dresses are of similar design to the first two, only differences are that one is white, and the other is a deep purple-blue colour. These look both posh, and easy to wear in everyday situations.
Under the dresses was a hooded cloak. It was a deep blue colour, and was quite long; reaching down to just above the floor. Feeling the fabric between my fingers, I could tell that it was designed to be warm, keeping out snow and wind, although it wasn't waterproof and was more of a cotton-style fabric. The rest of the pile was shirts and trousers.
After placing all of the clothes back onto the table again, I picked up the blue and white dress, which I decided I was going to wear, I headed for the bathroom, kicking the door closed as I passed.
I placed the dress on the hook on the back of the door and got undressed, slipping into the hot bath. After quickly washing the layer of dirt and grime off my skin, and (with just the bath water) I managed to get quite a bit of disgusting crap out of my hair.
Climbing out, I reached for the towel and began drying off. My hair wouldn't dry entirely, so, after I had gotten dressed into the next outfit, I left my hair as it was, with it just flowing around my shoulders.
I picked up the spare clothes off the floor, and headed back into the bedroom. A quick look around the room, and I couldn't see a place t leave the dirty laundry, so I just dumped it on the floor, beside the end of the bed.
I jumped around the side of the bed, and grabbed my boots; putting them on in a flash and reaching for the toast, which I began eating hastily. Within seconds, I was standing up and heading out the door, ready to explore Rivendell and discover what secrets it has in store.
I open the door, and head left, trying to remember my steps from the previous night.
Easily, I managed to find my way to the front room, where Elrond and the other guy who so closely resembles Dumbledore were waiting last night.
My heels clicked on the marble floor quite loudly as I walked. nobody was in there, as I strode in. So, while I finally finished the toast, I looked around. Nothing in there really stood out to me, only an open book that was on a coffee table in front of the fire place.
Desperate to know what it said, I strode over there, and when I was close enough, I was able to read upside down what the chapter title was: "The Balrog."
Balrog? Never heard of something like that. What is it, some sort of pet? Anyway, the name sounds interesting, so I picked up the book, and while using the fingers on my one hand to keep the page, I flipped the book to the front cover and looked at the title.
"The species and Monsters of Middle-Earth" I mouthed as I read the words. So, I'm in a country called Middle-Earth? If it's anything like Skyrim, then I can't wait to explore it, and get Harry and Herman back!
But, I need to know what I'm going to be against, so I sit down and read the chapter list. the names 'Dwarves', 'Hobbits', 'Orcs' etc, stand out to me. The names are colour co-ordinated. One set is green, the other was a deep blue. The word 'Hobbits' was the green colour, so I'm going to guess that any species in Green is on our side.
But, after reading the list once or twice more, someone walks in. I glance over my shoulder to see Ron heading towards me , wearing something fancy; nothing like what he normally wears.
He scans the room and seeing me, he grins and walks over.
"Mornin' Weasley!" I call, standing up, with the book still in my hands. The ginger notices it.
"So THAT'S where my book went!" He exclaims. I gasp in amazement, and my free hand flies up to my chest, and it clutches myheart.
"Ronald Weasley, ACTUALLY reading a book?" I remark, my mouth falling open, much to his amusement. He chuckles, and grabs the book back; with it falling open on the same page it was left out at.
We stand there for a moment, caught in an awkward silence for a moment, before I broke it. I place my hands on my hips and look around the room once, before looking Ron in the eye and saying "So, Rivendell, huh?"
It's silent for a moment, before we just lose it, and burst out laughing. We stand there for about a minute, before we stop and he just sighs. "What are we doing here?" He asks, and I can feel the entire atmosphere of the room dramatically change.
I cross my arms, and my gaze finds its way to the window. I walk over, and just stare out of it, replying "I don't know Ron, I honestly don't know." I sigh and look down to the main gates, where a group of people were riding in on horses. A blond haired guy, who just glided off his horse noticed me, and smiled at me. I nodded and smiled back. Afterwards, I turned back to Ron, where he was still standing in the same place.
"Shall we do something, then? Or do you want to stand here and catch dust?" I ask, and without any answer, Ron just heads for the door ( not the one leading to the courtyard.) and began running away at a break-neck speed. I follow, just not running; more like walking in a way that just screams "Come at me bro!"
Using my hearing, to try and train it, I follow the sound of Ron's footsteps. Eventually, they lead me to through the outside courtyard, and into the woods. Where, I finally find him again, holding my quiver and bow at the archery range. At a nearby tree stood a mound of books.
"Sooooooo," Ron began, throwing my weapons at me, which I caught easily. "Wanna teach me how to shoot?"
Why not? Easy enough and passes the time!