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Act III
Chapter 24: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong
The days following the Council of Elrond were marked by a mixture of urgency and calm as the Fellowship began to prepare for their daunting journey. Although it would take a few months before they set out, the time was needed to gather supplies, train, and finalize plans. The Last Homely House of Rivendell buzzed with quiet activity, each member of the Fellowship deeply involved in their own preparations.
In the early morning, Elrond and Gandalf found themselves in one of the serene gardens of Rivendell. The dawn light filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the cobbled pathways. Elrond, dressed in a long, flowing robe of deep blue embroidered with silver leaves, looked contemplative. Beside him, Gandalf, in his usual grey cloak and wide-brimmed hat, puffed thoughtfully on his pipe.
They walked slowly, the silence between them filled with the harmonious sounds of Rivendell—the distant murmur of the Bruinen River, the songs of birds, and the rustling of leaves. Elrond's gaze was distant, his thoughts deep, while Gandalf's sharp eyes took in everything around them.
"Elrond," Gandalf began, his voice gentle yet probing, "how is Elenion faring?"
Elrond's eyes flickered with a mixture of concern and affection. "Elenion... It has not been easy for him. His transition to our world, our way of life, has been fraught with challenges. Though he strives to find his place, I fear he often feels like an outsider, even among his own kin."
Gandalf nodded, understanding the complexities of Elenion's situation. "It is a difficult path he walks. To be torn from one world and thrust into another is no small matter. How has he adapted in recent times?"
Elrond sighed, his gaze softening as he recalled the recent past. "He has shown resilience, but also a deep sense of dislocation. The customs, the languages, the very essence of our existence—he struggles with them all. Yet, he has moments of clarity, where his potential shines through."
Gandalf paused, considering Elrond's words. He leaned on his staff, the tip resting lightly on the ground, and blew a few smoke rings into the air. "You know, Elrond, I have seen Elenion's work in Thranduil's halls. His skill with maps is remarkable. Thranduil himself was impressed by his ability to update and create detailed maps."
Elrond raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Thranduil was impressed, you say? That is high praise indeed."
"Yes," Gandalf continued, "Thranduil spoke of Elenion's meticulous nature, his eye for detail. He may not fit the mold of a typical elf, but he has talents that are invaluable. We will need accurate maps for our journey. Even though I know the way, an updated map with detailed information could be of great assistance."
Elrond nodded slowly, his mind turning over Gandalf's suggestion. "I see your point, Gandalf. Elenion's skills could indeed be useful. Yet, I am concerned. He still feels like an outsider. Asking him to undertake such a responsibility... it may be too much."
Gandalf smiled gently, his eyes twinkling with wisdom. "Elrond, sometimes the best way to help someone find their place is to give them a purpose. Elenion needs to feel needed, to know that he is contributing to our cause. Trust him with this task. It might be the very thing he needs to find his footing."
Elrond remained silent for a moment, weighing Gandalf's words. The wizard was right; Elenion needed to find his place. If this task could help him, it was worth the risk. "Very well, Gandalf. I will speak with Elenion. I will entrust him with updating our maps. Let us hope this will give him the sense of purpose he seeks."
Gandalf nodded approvingly. "I believe it will, Elrond. Elenion has more to offer than even he realizes. Sometimes, all one needs is an opportunity to prove themselves."
With their decision made, Elrond and Gandalf continued their walk, discussing the details of the upcoming journey and the preparations that needed to be made. The morning light grew stronger, casting a golden glow over Rivendell and filling the air with a sense of hope and determination.
Later that day, Elrond found Elenion in the library, surrounded by ancient tomes and scrolls. The elf was deeply engrossed in a map, his fingers tracing the lines and symbols with a practiced eye. He looked up as Elrond entered, a mixture of surprise and curiosity on his face.
"Elenion," Elrond began, his voice kind but firm, "I have a task for you. Gandalf and I believe your skills with maps could greatly aid the Fellowship. We need accurate, detailed maps for the journey ahead. Will you help us?"
Elenion's eyes widened with a mix of trepidation and excitement. "You want me to update the maps for the Fellowship's journey?"
"Yes," Elrond replied, "your talent is needed. This is an important task, one that requires your precision and expertise. Will you do it?"
Elenion nodded slowly, a sense of purpose beginning to take root within him. "I will, Lord Elrond. I will do my best to create the maps you need."
Elrond smiled, a rare warmth in his eyes. "Thank you, Elenion. Your contribution will be invaluable."
As Elrond left the library, Elenion felt a renewed sense of determination. This was his chance to prove himself, to show that he belonged in this world. He turned back to his work, his mind focused and his heart steady. For the first time in a long while, Elenion felt that he had a place, a purpose, and a path to follow.
The days that followed were filled with a flurry of activity. The Fellowship trained, gathered supplies, and prepared for their departure. Elenion worked tirelessly in the library, updating and creating maps with meticulous care. He poured over old records, consulted with the elves of Rivendell, and even sought out Gandalf for his knowledge of the paths they would take.
In the evenings, the Hall of Fire would come alive with songs and stories, offering a brief respite from the preparations. The Fellowship grew closer, their bonds strengthening with each passing day. They shared their hopes and fears, their laughter, and their resolve. Through it all, Elenion found himself becoming a part of this new world, not as an outsider, but as a valued member of their community.
One evening, as the sun set behind the mountains and cast a golden hue over Rivendell, Gandalf found Elenion in the library, hunched over a particularly challenging section of a map. The wizard approached quietly, his presence a comforting weight.
"You've done excellent work, Elenion," Gandalf said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "These maps will be of great help to us."
Elenion looked up, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Thank you, Gandalf. I hope they will serve you well."
Gandalf placed a reassuring hand on Elenion's shoulder. "They will, my friend. And so will you. Remember, the journey ahead is not just about the destination. It's about the paths we take and the allies we find along the way."
Elenion nodded, his resolve strengthened by Gandalf's words. He knew the road ahead would be perilous, but he also knew he was no longer walking it alone. The preparations continued, each day bringing the Fellowship closer to their departure. And as the time drew near, Elenion felt a quiet confidence growing within him. He was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, not just for the sake of Middle-earth, but for his own journey of self-discovery.
Elenion had spent countless hours in the library, immersed in the task of updating the maps. The library itself was a sanctuary of knowledge, filled with ancient tomes and scrolls, illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight. The walls were lined with bookshelves made of dark, polished wood, and the air was filled with the faint scent of parchment and ink. Elenion sat at a large wooden table, his focus unwavering as he meticulously traced paths and added details to the maps spread out before him.
Dressed in a simple tunic of deep green, with intricate silver embroidery along the cuffs and collar, Elenion looked every bit the part of an elven scholar. His long hair was pulled back into a loose braid, keeping it out of his eyes as he worked. The gentle flicker of candlelight cast dancing shadows on the parchment, giving the room a warm and inviting ambiance.
It was during these long hours that Gimli often joined him. The dwarf, dressed in his customary attire of sturdy leather and chainmail, with a red hooded cloak draped over his shoulders, brought a sense of camaraderie and lively conversation to the otherwise quiet space. His presence was always a welcome distraction from the solitary work of map-making.
Gimli would settle into a chair opposite Elenion, his broad frame making the furniture seem almost delicate in comparison. He would often bring a flagon of ale and a plate of bread and cheese, setting them down on the table with a hearty grin. "Thought you might need some sustenance, my friend," he would say, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement.
Elenion would smile, grateful for the interruption. "Thank you, Gimli. I could use a break."
As they ate and drank, their conversations would flow naturally. Gimli had a wealth of stories to share, many of them revolving around the hobbits and their insatiable appetite for food. "I tell you, Elenion, I've never seen creatures eat so much in one day," Gimli would say, shaking his head in disbelief. "Breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, supper... It's a wonder they aren't twice their size!"
Elenion chuckled, imagining the hobbits' cheerful faces as they indulged in their many meals. "They do seem to have a special fondness for food. But then, who can blame them? Life is meant to be enjoyed, after all."
Gimli nodded in agreement, taking a swig of his ale. "Aye, that it is. And speaking of enjoyment, you should see the training grounds these days. Most members of the Fellowship are there, honing their skills. But it often ends in friendly duels rather than serious practice."
Elenion looked intrigued. "Really? Even the twins?"
"Especially the twins," Gimli confirmed with a grin. "Elladan and Elrohir are quite competitive, always trying to best each other. It's quite a sight to see."
Elenion imagined the twins, dressed in their elegant elven attire, sparring with the grace and precision that came naturally to their kind. He could picture the light glinting off their hair and the determination in their eyes as they faced off against one another. "It must be entertaining," he mused.
Gimli laughed. "Oh, it is. And it's not just the twins. Aragorn, Legolas, even Boromir—they all take part. It's good to see them bond like this. It strengthens their camaraderie."
Elenion nodded thoughtfully. "It's important, especially with the journey ahead. They need to trust each other."
Gimli took another bite of cheese, his expression turning serious. "Aye, trust and unity will be our greatest weapons against the darkness. But enough about that. How are the maps coming along?"
Elenion sighed, glancing at the spread of parchment before him. "It's meticulous work, but it's coming together. These maps will be as detailed and accurate as I can make them."
Gimli reached across the table, clapping Elenion on the shoulder. "You're doing good work, Elenion. These maps will be invaluable to the Fellowship. You're contributing more than you realize."
Elenion felt a surge of gratitude for Gimli's words. "Thank you, Gimli. That means a lot."
They continued their conversation, sharing stories and laughter as the hours passed. Gimli's presence was a balm to Elenion's often troubled mind, reminding him that he was not alone in his journey. The friendship they had forged was a testament to the unity that would carry them through the challenges ahead.
As the evening wore on, Gimli eventually stood, stretching his muscular arms. "Well, my friend, I should head back. The training grounds await, and I have a friendly duel with Legolas to look forward to."
Elenion smiled, watching as Gimli made his way to the door. "Good luck, Gimli. And thank you for keeping me company."
Gimli waved a hand dismissively. "Anytime, Elenion. Remember, you can join us!"
With those parting words, Gimli left the library, leaving Elenion to continue with his work. Elenion returned to his maps, his quill moving steadily across the parchment as he meticulously updated routes and added critical details. The library's quiet ambiance provided a serene backdrop for his focused efforts.
Not long after Gimli's departure, the soft sound of footsteps announced another visitor. Elenion looked up to see Arwen entering the library, carrying a tray of sweets. She was dressed in a flowing gown of deep blue, adorned with silver embroidery that sparkled in the gentle light. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes held a warmth that always brought comfort.
"Elenion," she greeted with a smile, setting the tray down on the table beside him. "I thought you might like some sweets. You've been working so hard."
Elenion smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, Arwen. You always know how to brighten my day."
Arwen sat down beside him, her gaze drifting over the maps. "You know, you should take a break and join us at the training grounds. It's important to balance work with some activity."
Elenion sighed, shaking his head. "I appreciate the suggestion, but these maps need to be finished. I promise I'll join you all soon."
Arwen's smile widened, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Well, at least you're showing some interest now. Let me tell you about what's been happening at the training grounds. Did you hear about Gimli's latest attempt to duel Legolas?"
Elenion's curiosity was piqued. "No, what happened?"
Arwen laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Gimli was determined to have a friendly duel with Legolas. They both prepared themselves, and everyone gathered to watch. Just as they were about to start, Gloin showed up and called out to Gimli, needing his help with some preparations for their return to Erebor."
Elenion chuckled, imagining the scene. "Did Gimli actually go and help?"
"Of course," Arwen said, smiling. "But not without a bit of grumbling. He reluctantly put down his axe and followed Gloin, muttering something about how his father always managed to pick the worst times to need help. It was quite the spectacle."
Elenion laughed, the mental image of Gimli's begrudging compliance bringing a lightness to his mood. "I can only imagine the look on Legolas's face."
Arwen nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Legolas was amused, but he understood. Gimli's loyalty to his family is strong, just like all of us."
She paused, her gaze growing distant. "Speaking of loyalty, Aragorn has been training hard. He is so focused on the mission ahead, but I worry about him. This journey will be perilous, and the weight of his responsibilities is immense."
Elenion's expression softened, sensing the depth of Arwen's concern. "Aragorn is strong and wise. He has the support of the Fellowship and the strength of his convictions. But your worries are not unfounded. It is a great mission, and the path will be fraught with danger."
Arwen sighed, her fingers gently tracing the edge of the table. "I know he is capable, but the thought of him facing such darkness alone... it is difficult to bear. I wish I could be by his side, but I must trust in his strength and the bonds he has forged."
Elenion reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. "He is not alone, Arwen. The Fellowship will stand by him, and your love will give him strength. Have faith in him, and in the light that guides us all."
Arwen smiled, a mixture of gratitude and sadness in her eyes. "Thank you, Elenion. Your words bring me comfort. And perhaps you are right. It is time for me to have faith in the journey ahead."
They sat in silence for a moment, the soft light of the library wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. Elenion felt a renewed sense of determination, not only for his own role in the coming events but also for the support he could offer to those around him.
Arwen stood, her demeanor more resolved. "I must return to my duties, but remember, Elenion, you are not alone in this. We all have our parts to play, and together, we will face whatever comes."
Elenion nodded, watching as Arwen gracefully exited the library. He turned back to his maps, his mind clearer and his heart lighter. The bonds of friendship and family were strong, and they would carry them through the trials ahead.
As the days continued, Elenion found himself balancing his work on the maps with moments of camaraderie and support. He attended the training grounds more frequently, sparring with the others and finding strength in their unity. Gimli's tales of hobbit antics and the humorous duels with Legolas added a lighthearted touch to their preparations, reminding them all of the importance of laughter and connection.
Arwen's words stayed with him, a reminder of the love and hope that bound them all together. And as the time for the Fellowship's departure drew nearer, Elenion felt ready to face whatever lay ahead, knowing he was part of something greater, something worth fighting for.
Working with the maps had almost made Elenion forget about his anxiety, his conflicts with Legolas, and his persistent sense of being out of place. He was focused now, determined to complete the important task given to him by Gandalf and Elrond. The precision required in updating the maps provided a welcome distraction, a way to contribute to the Fellowship's mission without directly involving himself in the journey.
He took great joy in his work, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. Aragorn and Gandalf had assured him that he was doing an excellent job, their visits to provide additional information or make necessary changes serving as a testament to his value. Elenion even found himself visiting the training grounds a few times, managing to avoid crossing paths with Legolas—until now.
Today, however, seemed to be a day when everything decided to go awry. It began with the ink drying out, forcing Elenion to search the library for a new vial. When he finally found one, the paper he picked was of the wrong texture, causing the ink to blot and smear. Frustrated, he recalled an adage from his past life: "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong." Murphy's law rarely troubled him in his previous world, but here in Middle-earth, it seemed a frequent companion.
Irritated and unable to make any further progress, Elenion decided to leave his work early and head to the training grounds, hoping some physical activity might clear his mind. It was a decision he would soon regret. As he approached, he saw most of the Fellowship gathered around, watching a friendly duel between Elladan and Aragorn.
Elladan and Aragorn circled each other in the training ring, the afternoon sun casting long shadows on the ground. Elladan, dressed in his light armor with intricate silver detailing, moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, his twin blades gleaming in the light. Aragorn, in his rugged ranger attire, wielded his sword with a mixture of strength and finesse.
The duel was intense and captivating. Elladan launched a series of rapid attacks, his blades slicing through the air with precision. Aragorn parried expertly, his movements calculated and efficient. The sound of clashing steel echoed through the grounds as the two warriors tested each other's limits.
Elladan feinted to the left, attempting to catch Aragorn off guard, but Aragorn anticipated the move, countering with a swift strike that forced Elladan to retreat a few steps. Undeterred, Elladan responded with a flurry of blows, his twin blades a blur of motion. Aragorn, ever the skilled tactician, found an opening and pushed forward, driving Elladan back towards the edge of the ring.
The onlookers cheered and clapped, clearly enjoying the display of skill and camaraderie. Elenion walked over to stand beside Gimli, who was watching the duel with keen interest. "Impressive, isn't it?" Gimli remarked, not taking his eyes off the combatants.
"Very," Elenion agreed, trying to focus on the duel and not on the lingering sense of frustration from earlier.
Out of the corner of his eye, Elenion noticed Legolas standing a short distance away. The elf prince was clad in his usual elegant yet practical attire, his keen eyes fixed on the duel. As Elenion shifted his gaze, he saw the irritation flicker across Legolas's face upon noticing him. Legolas's jaw tightened, and he looked away, clearly displeased by Elenion's presence.
Elenion did his best to ignore the tension, keeping his attention on the duel. Elladan and Aragorn were now locked in a series of exchanges, their swords ringing out with each clash. Elladan's agility allowed him to maneuver around Aragorn, but Aragorn's strategic mind and endurance kept him in the fight.
Elladan attempted a high strike, but Aragorn ducked and swept his leg out, forcing Elladan to lose his balance momentarily. Seizing the opportunity, Aragorn pressed forward, his blade coming to rest just inches from Elladan's chest. There was a moment of silence before Elladan laughed and lowered his weapons, acknowledging Aragorn's victory.
The crowd erupted into applause, the friendly rivalry between the two warriors providing an exhilarating display. Gimli clapped Elenion on the back. "That was a fight worth watching! Those two are as evenly matched as they come."
Elenion smiled, genuinely impressed. "Indeed. They make it look effortless."
As the crowd began to disperse, Legolas approached Aragorn and Elladan, congratulating them on their duel. Elenion felt a pang of unease but tried to keep his focus on Gimli, who was recounting another story about the hobbits' antics in the kitchens.
Suddenly, Legolas's voice cut through the chatter. "You fought well, Aragorn. Elladan, your form was impeccable as always."
Elenion glanced over, meeting Legolas's gaze briefly before looking away. He could feel the tension radiating from the elf prince, a stark contrast to the camaraderie of the moment.
As the sun cast its warm glow over the training grounds, the duel between Aragorn and Elladan had just concluded, leaving the crowd in high spirits. Legolas, still feeling the lingering tension of seeing Elenion, turned his attention to the young elf. He watched as Elenion tried to focus on the duel, but his unease was evident.
"Legolas," Aragorn said, clapping a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Care for a round next? We've yet to see you best Elladan."
Legolas's eyes flickered towards Elenion before he responded. "Perhaps another time, Aragorn. I believe there is another who would enjoy this duel with me."
Aragorn followed Legolas's gaze and gave a subtle nod, understanding the underlying tension. "Very well. Another time, then."
As Legolas walked over, Elenion couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and frustration. He turned to Gimli, who had noticed the exchange. "Is everything alright, Elenion?" Gimli asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
Elenion forced a smile. "Yes, just a bit distracted. I think today nothing will go right."
Legolas had seen Elenion show up around the training grounds a few times, managing to avoid him until today. Too focused on the duel between Aragorn and Elladan, it took him a while to notice Elenion's presence. Naturally, he was not pleased to see Elenion there. He thought that when Elenion noticed him, he would leave. But he did not.
Legolas felt a strange urge to confront Elenion, an impulse to vent his frustration. Though he disliked the young elf and found him odd and annoying, the idea of punching him seemed excessive. So, when Aragorn offered a duel, Legolas thought dueling with Elenion might be a way to release some of his anger.
Drawing his long knife, Legolas strode over to Elenion, noticing the young elf had not his sword with him. "Elenion, duel with me!" he commanded, his voice cold and intimidating. He offered Elenion his blade, holding the other for himself.
Elenion paused, not only out of fear and disbelief but because he was still uncertain how to address things with Legolas. Everything seemed to go wrong when they were close by. But Elenion was not speechless because of that alone. The sight of Legolas offering his blade to him stirred something deeper—a mix of awe and excitement. The fangirl and pervert little voice danced in his mind, and Elenion felt embarrassed. He needed to face the situation seriously. Despite their enmity, here was Legolas offering him his blade, an opportunity that felt surreal.
Legolas watched Elenion's reaction with narrowed eyes, noticing the flicker of disbelief and excitement. "Are you going to accept, or will you stand there all day?" he asked, his tone edged with impatience.
Elenion finally took Legolas's long knife and nodded, walking to the center of the training grounds. All eyes turned towards them, the Fellowship, the twins, and even a group of elf maidens who had gathered to watch. Elenion couldn't help but notice the maidens, seemingly Legolas's personal fan club. He rolled his eyes, realizing that even in a world so different, women would still gather to admire their heroes. But he would not judge them.
Legolas removed his cloak, his movements deliberate and focused. He was serious about this duel, his expression set in determination. The air grew tense as the two elves faced each other, ready for the challenge.
Elenion took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He had to focus, to match Legolas's intensity. He adjusted his grip on the long knife, feeling the weight of it in his hand. The crowd fell silent, anticipation hanging in the air.
With a nod from Legolas, the duel began. Legolas moved swiftly, his blade a blur as he tested Elenion's defenses. Elenion parried, his movements less graceful but determined. The clash of metal rang out, each strike and counterstrike measured and intense.
Legolas pressed forward, his attacks relentless. Elenion struggled to keep up, his mind racing to anticipate Legolas's next move. But he couldn't deny the thrill of the duel, the exhilaration of facing Legolas in combat. It was a rare opportunity, one that he couldn't squander.
As they fought, Elenion found himself falling into a rhythm, his movements becoming more fluid. He began to see patterns in Legolas's attacks, finding openings to strike back. The crowd watched in awe, the duel more evenly matched than they had expected.
Legolas, even annoyed by Elenion, changed the way he attacked. His strikes became slower, allowing Elenion to fight back. Legolas knew he could easily push Elenion to his limits, yet he pressed on, always keeping some distance. Soon, what seemed like an angry duel transformed into more of a training session.
It didn't take long for Aragorn to understand what Legolas was doing. Perhaps Legolas had started this duel out of anger, but being who he was, he would always show a greater heart. Aragorn knew his friend could be arrogant at times—he was, after all, a Woodland Elf and Thranduil's son. But Legolas would never do wrong, and harming Elenion, even if he found him annoying, was not part of who Legolas was.
The duel ended with Legolas executing a series of swift, multi-directional attacks, his sword stopping an inch from Elenion's throat as Elenion fell to the ground. Legolas's agility was unmatched, and it was clear he had won. What most did not see was that Elenion's blade was also an inch from Legolas's side. While it would not have been a deadly wound, it was enough to cause harm.
Legolas noticed it but chose to ignore it. He stepped back, a moment of silence hanging in the air before he lowered his weapon. "Well fought," he said, his voice measured. "You have improved."
Elenion, breathing heavily, nodded. He didn't know what to say, but the crowd's reaction, thinking that Legolas had decisively won, angered him. So angry that the perverted voice in his mind stopped cheering. "Thank you, my Lord," he said, recalling Legolas's request not to be called by his first name. "I will keep improving until our next duel." He stood up, returning the blade to Legolas.
The crowd erupted into applause, the tension of the duel giving way to admiration. Even the elf maidens who had watched with bated breath joined in, their admiration for Legolas and a newfound respect for Elenion evident.
As they walked away from the training grounds, Gimli approached Elenion, clapping him on the back. "That was impressive, lad. You held your own against Legolas."
Elenion smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Thank you, Gimli. It means a lot."
Gimli nodded, his eyes twinkling with approval. "Now, let's find something to eat. You must be starving after that duel."
Elenion laughed, the tension of the day finally easing. "I could use a meal. Let's go."
Despite the small duel and the sense of camaraderie, Elenion couldn't shake the feeling of losing against Legolas. The day had been challenging, and though he had performed well, he knew he had a long way to go. The desire to one day win a duel against Legolas burned in his mind, driving him forward. But for now, he would take solace in the small steps of progress he had made and the support of his newfound friends.
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