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This is a LegoRomance (slow-burn)

ActVI

The Shadows

Chapter 53: Meeting the Lords of Imladris

Imladris, September 17th 3018 T.A

The morning sun had barely risen above the peaks of the Misty Mountains when Elrond summoned his closest confidants to his private study. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the morning light filtering through tall, arched windows, illuminating the shelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls that lined the walls. A fire crackled in the hearth, its gentle warmth filling the space with a sense of quiet contemplation. Elrond sat at a large, finely crafted wooden table, his brow furrowed in thought. He was not alone. Across from him, Glorfindel, a mighty Elven lord of Rivendell, leaned against the edge of the table, his golden hair catching the light like strands of molten sunlight. Beside him stood Erestor, Elrond's chief advisor, a figure of calm intellect and measured judgment.

Glorfindel, the famed Balrog-slayer of Gondolin and one of the few Elves to have been sent back to Middle-earth after perishing in the First Age, was a force to be reckoned with. His wisdom was matched only by his prowess in battle, and his counsel was highly valued by Elrond. Erestor, on the other hand, was more reserved, preferring to listen carefully and weigh every word before speaking. Known for his deep knowledge of lore and strategy, Erestor's calm demeanor often provided a necessary balance in times of decision-making.

Elrond began, his voice low but steady. "You both know why I have called you here this morning. The human woman, Xena… she has been our guest for some time now. I have offered her healing, as is the duty of this house, but there are questions that linger."

Glorfindel nodded, his face thoughtful. "A warrior of her caliber, brought here by Prince Legolas himself, and yet her past is veiled in mystery. What do we truly know of her?"

Erestor, who had been silently observing, spoke up, his voice calm and measured. "We know that she has traveled far, from Harad and Umbar, lands we have seldom reached ourselves. Her knowledge of those regions could be invaluable. Yet, is she to be trusted? Her actions thus far have been of no threat, but caution is always wise."

Elrond leaned back, his fingers steepled before him. "I have heard from Legolas, his company, my own sons, Elladan and Elrohir and I spoke with her. They speak of her strength, her courage… but also of her unpredictability. There is a darkness within her that even they do not fully understand."

Glorfindel nodded slowly. "Indeed. The wounds she suffered from the Morgul blade were severe, yet she fought the shadow with a resilience uncommon even among Men. That alone speaks of a strength… and perhaps a certain defiance. But there are still questions. If she was in Harad and Umbar, how deeply was she involved in their politics? How close has she come to the Shadow?"

Erestor added, "There is no doubt that the forces of Sauron have long sought dominion over the lands of Harad and Umbar. The Corsairs of Umbar have been known to ally with Mordor, and many in Harad have fallen under the sway of the Dark Lord. How much of this has she witnessed? And more importantly, how much has she been a part of?"

Elrond nodded, his expression serious. "Those are my concerns as well. We know that Harad has a deep-rooted alliance with Sauron, whether by fear, greed, or coercion. But what of the ordinary people? Is their allegiance as strong as their leaders'? Could there be dissent among them that we are unaware of?"

Glorfindel crossed his arms, his gaze sharp. "We must also consider the possibility that she is being watched or followed. If she is of interest to us, she may well be of interest to our enemies. We should not forget that there are those who would gladly use a warrior like her for their own purposes."

Elrond sighed, a shadow passing over his face. "Indeed. I do not believe that she is an agent of Sauron; there is too much light in her for that. Yet I cannot dismiss the potential risk. I wish to speak with her, to understand where her loyalties truly lie, and to gauge her knowledge of Harad and Umbar. I want to know if there is hope for those lands or if they are lost to us forever."

Erestor leaned forward slightly, his face calm but his eyes intent. "Then let us meet with her, my lord. Let us ask her directly, with all the courtesy that befits this house, but with the understanding that we are not just seeking information… we are seeking the truth."

Glorfindel nodded in agreement. "Yes, let us speak with her. And if she holds knowledge that can aid us against the rising darkness, then we should hear it. But we must be prepared, Lord Elrond, for whatever truths she may reveal."

Elrond looked from Glorfindel to Erestor, his gaze steady and resolute. "Very well. I will invite her to speak with us. We will offer her the respect due to a guest of Rivendell, but we will also make it clear that there are questions that must be answered. Let us hope that this meeting brings clarity and not further shadows."

Erestor bowed his head slightly. "I will send word to her, my lord."

Glorfindel smiled, his expression a mix of curiosity and confidence. "And I, for one, am eager to see what truths this mysterious warrior may unveil."

Elrond nodded, a faint smile touching his lips. "Then let us see what this day will bring."

With that, the three Elves left the study, each prepared for the conversation that awaited them, each hoping that the answers they sought would be the ones they needed. The morning light continued to pour through the windows, illuminating the path ahead as they moved with purpose and a sense of quiet determination, ready to meet the unknown with open minds and guarded hearts.

Xena had spent the past few days immersed in the calmness and routines of Rivendell, though she couldn't shake the feeling of something amiss. Legolas, who had been a constant presence since they arrived, had become noticeably absent. According to Arwen, he was preoccupied with meetings concerning matters of his father's realm, and when not occupied, he secluded himself in his chambers. Though she was accustomed to his need for solitude, his absence gnawed at her in an unfamiliar way.

She had spent some time with the twins, Elladan and Elrohir, as well as Arwen, who had been showing her more of the lands and customs of Rivendell. They had explained more about the events unfolding in Middle-earth, filling in gaps in her understanding, but there was always an underlying tension in these conversations as if everyone was aware of a looming shadow, but none wished to name it openly.

On this particular day, as Xena finished her meal in the dining area, Míresgaliel, the Elven maiden who had been assisting her, approached with a message. "Lady Xena," she said with a graceful bow, "Lord Elrond and his advisers wish to meet with you."

The news surprised Xena, though she hid it well. A formal meeting with Lord Elrond and his council was no small matter. She felt a slight flutter of anxiety but quickly quashed it. Today, at least, she was prepared. She wore one of the gowns that Arwen had insisted she try, a garment that was both elegant and practical.

The gown was a deep shade of forest green, rich and velvety, with a subtle shimmer that caught the light as she moved. The fabric was soft and flowing, yet it clung to her figure in all the right places, giving her an air of grace and strength. The bodice was tailored to fit snugly, accentuating her natural curves without being restrictive, while the long sleeves flared slightly at the wrists, adding a touch of Elven elegance. The neckline was modest, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that echoed the patterns found in the nature surrounding Rivendell. The gown fell to the floor in gentle waves, its hem embroidered with delicate leaves and vines, a nod to the forest from which the Elves drew their inspiration.

Her hair, usually left loose and wild, had been carefully styled by Arwen's handmaids. They had braided small sections of her dark hair, weaving them into a simple yet elegant style that left most of her hair flowing freely down her back, the braids acting as subtle accents rather than constraints. The finishing touch was a pair of soft, slipper-like shoes made of fine leather, dyed to match the gown. They were comfortable, yet refined, allowing her to move with her usual agility despite the unfamiliar attire.

Feeling more composed, Xena allowed Míresgaliel to guide her through the winding corridors of Rivendell. She expected to be led to Elrond's study, but instead, they arrived at a larger area outside, near the gardens. The setting was breathtaking. The gardens of Rivendell were a haven of natural beauty, with tall trees casting dappled shadows on the lush grass, vibrant flowers blooming in every hue, and the gentle sound of waterfalls creating a serene backdrop. The meeting area was arranged with elegant simplicity—seats placed in a semi-circle around a central table, all beneath the shade of a towering mallorn tree.

As Xena approached, she noticed that many had already gathered. Elrond sat at the head of the group, his presence commanding yet gentle, exuding the wisdom of countless ages. Beside him was Glorfindel, a figure of striking beauty and power. His golden hair caught the light like strands of the sun itself, and his eyes held a depth of knowledge that seemed to pierce through time itself. His bearing was that of a warrior, yet tempered with the grace and tranquility of the Elves.

To Elrond's right sat Erestor, the chief adviser of Rivendell. His expression was calm and thoughtful, his gaze steady as he considered all around him. Erestor was known for his sharp mind and deep understanding of lore, and his presence here indicated the gravity of the meeting.

Also present were the familiar faces of Elladan and Elrohir, who stood together, their expressions serious but welcoming. Arwen was there as well, her beauty radiant even in the subdued light of the garden. She offered Xena a gentle smile as their eyes met. Further along the circle sat Legolas, alongside his trusted companions, Elros, Thalion, and Mírdan. Though Legolas's face was impassive, his posture formal, Xena noticed the briefest flicker of something unreadable in his eyes as she approached.

Finally, there was Lindir, a lesser-known but respected Elf in Rivendell, known for his skill in music and lore. His presence added a touch of lightness to the otherwise solemn gathering, though today his demeanor matched the gravity of the occasion.

Elrond rose to introduce Xena to those who may not know her. "Friends, we are gathered today to welcome a guest of great interest and perhaps significance to our cause. This is Xena, a warrior from lands far beyond our borders. She has traveled through Harad and Umbar, lands where few of us have ventured. Her knowledge may be crucial as we seek to understand the reach and influence of the Shadow in those regions."

Elrond gestured to Glorfindel first. "To my left is Glorfindel, a lord of Rivendell and a warrior of great renown. His wisdom and strength have been a guiding light in many dark times." Glorfindel inclined his head slightly, his gaze steady and appraising.

"To my right," Elrond continued, "is Erestor, my chief adviser, whose counsel I trust above all others." Erestor offered a small nod, his eyes reflecting his keen interest in the meeting.

"You are already acquainted with my children, Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen," Elrond said, as Xena exchanged nods with the twins and Arwen. "And of course, Prince Legolas and his companions, who have traveled with you."

Finally, Elrond introduced Lindir, who smiled warmly at Xena. "Lindir, a master of lore and song, who adds his knowledge and insight to our gathering."

Xena was then gestured to take a seat next to Legolas. As she sat down, she noticed that Legolas did not acknowledge her presence with more than a brief glance. His demeanor was formal, his face a mask of calm neutrality, reminding her that this was not the time for personal matters. This was a serious meeting, and the weight of it settled over her like a heavy cloak.

As the meeting began, Xena straightened in her chair, her mind focused on the questions she knew would come, ready to share what she had learned in her travels through Harad and Umbar. The weight of many eyes upon her was palpable, but she steeled herself, knowing that this was an opportunity to prove her worth, to offer her knowledge in the service of something greater than herself. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, the sound of rustling leaves, and the distant murmur of the waterfalls, but in that circle, the tension was as taut as a drawn bowstring, and the words spoken would carry the weight of decisions that could shape the future of Middle-earth.

The initial questions from Lord Elrond and his council were gentle, designed to make Xena feel at ease. The Elves knew that a direct approach might not yield the full extent of her knowledge. They began with inquiries about her journey to Rivendell, her experiences in the Southlands, and the places she had seen. Xena, ever sharp and guarded, carefully navigated her responses.

She began by explaining that she had lived for a time in a small town called Azrath, located in Far Harad. Her tone was casual, as if this were a simple detour in a long and winding journey. "Azrath is a place far removed from the affairs of kings and lords," she said, her voice steady and clear. "The people there are humble, living by what the land gives them. Farmers, shepherds, traders... they're ordinary folk who labor from dawn until dusk."

She paused, allowing her words to settle in the air. Legolas, seated beside her, noticed that she carefully omitted any mention of her origin—how she had come from another world altogether. That was a secret she had only shared with him, and it seemed she had no intention of revealing it to the others.

Xena continued, describing the daily lives of the people in Azrath. "They don't care much for Sauron," she said with a hint of disdain. "They barely know who he is, other than the shadow in the East that looms over everyone. To them, the threat of Sauron is like a distant storm—it's there, but it's not their immediate concern. What they care about is surviving another day, feeding their children, protecting their homes from raiders and marauders. And in many ways, they fear Gondor just as much as they fear Mordor."

Erestor leaned forward, his expression one of interest mixed with skepticism. "You speak of the common folk as if they are untouched by the shadow," he said. "But surely, they must know that the darkness grows stronger every day?"

Xena nodded. "They know," she replied. "But they are also pragmatic. They know that when war comes—and it will come—it is not a war they can win. Many will side with Sauron, not because they love him, but because they fear him. They see no hope in opposing such a force. Gondor is seen as distant, aloof. Sauron's emissaries, on the other hand, offer them gold, trade, and protection, however false it might be."

Glorfindel, who had been listening intently, spoke up with a thoughtful expression. "So you are saying that many in Harad do not serve Sauron out of loyalty, but out of fear or necessity?"

Xena met his gaze directly. "Exactly. They don't see themselves as servants of evil, but as survivors. Many of them are caught between two great powers, and they will choose whichever side seems least likely to crush them. If it were not for the fear Sauron instills, many would have no interest in his wars."

Elrond nodded, absorbing her words. "And what of the rest of Harad?" he asked. "Surely not all are so ambivalent."

Xena took a deep breath before answering. "No, not all," she admitted. "The majority of Harad is loyal to Sauron, but not in the way you might think. Many see him as a force of order in a chaotic world. He promises them power, wealth, and a place in his new world order. And for those who have known nothing but hardship and oppression, that promise is tempting."

She paused, glancing briefly at Legolas before continuing. "There are also old grievances—animosities against Gondor that go back generations. Gondor's expansion has not been without cost. Many in Harad remember the wars, the battles, the taking of land, and the imposition of rulers they did not choose. Sauron plays on those old wounds, stoking the fires of resentment."

Elrond's brow furrowed slightly. "So, they see Gondor as the aggressor, and Sauron as a liberator?"

"In a way," Xena said. "Though I wouldn't use the term 'liberator' lightly. Sauron is no savior, and those who follow him do so at their peril. But perception is everything. To the people of Harad, Gondor represents distant lords and harsh taxes. Sauron offers them power and revenge. They see a chance to turn the tables."

Erestor's eyes narrowed. "And in Umbar? What of the Corsairs?"

Xena's face darkened slightly at the mention of Umbar. "Umbar is… different," she said carefully. "It's a city of pirates and slavers, where treachery is as common as breathing. There are no allegiances there, not really. Even those who claim to serve Sauron do so out of self-interest. The Corsairs are loyal to no one but themselves. They will raid and plunder on behalf of Sauron if it suits them, but they will just as quickly turn on him if they see a greater profit elsewhere."

Elrohir, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. "And you lived in such a place? How did you survive?"

Xena's lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "By being more dangerous than they were," she said simply. "In Umbar, there are no friends, no allies—only rivals. You survive by being ruthless, by understanding the game better than anyone else, and by never trusting anyone."

The Elves exchanged glances, clearly impressed by her fortitude but also curious about the full extent of her time in Umbar. Elladan leaned forward. "And this Alakar?" he asked. "You have spoken of him before. What is his role in all this?"

Xena hesitated, carefully choosing her words. "Alakar is... complicated," she began slowly, her gaze flickering momentarily toward Legolas, uncertain of how much the elf might have already disclosed about her past dealings. "I honestly believed he was no longer alive," she continued. "There was a quest I accepted from him, a contract that seemed straightforward at the time. But I've since learned more about his... methods and his connections. He has ties to Sauron's forces—that much I knew—but he is also a powerful force in his own right, a dealer in death and destruction. I took a contract from him once, a mistake I now deeply regret."

Legolas felt a flicker of tension at her words, remembering all too well the contract that had been on his own life. She had refrained from mentioning that particular detail, and he sensed the careful omission.

Elrond's expression darkened. "Alakar is not a man to trust," he said gravely. "His dealings are dangerous, his allegiances ever-shifting. If you have any ties to him, I advise you to sever them immediately. To be associated with such a man could bring ruin upon you."

Xena nodded, her face set in a grim expression. "I understand. I have no desire to remain in his debt."

Glorfindel, sitting beside Elrond, frowned slightly. "You must be aware, however, that leaving a man's service is easier said than done," he warned. "If he sees you as a valuable asset or, worse, as a threat, he will not let you go easily."

Xena's jaw tightened at this. "Let him try," she responded quietly, her voice carrying a dangerous edge.

Glorfindel nodded, though his gaze remained cautious. "He is not often seen," he continued, "but do not mistake that for a lack of influence. Alakar follows Sauron in Mordor, and though he is seldom in the open, he is no less dangerous. Those who strike deals with him must fulfill their end of the bargain, or they face consequences beyond imagining. I speak not from rumor, but from experience—I have met him once, long ago. He is cunning and ruthless, a spider who weaves a web few can escape."

Xena felt the weight of Legolas's eyes upon her but did not turn to meet his gaze. She knew she had left something unsaid, a thread of truth left hanging—the quest she had accepted to end his life, the contract she had taken on too hastily, and the blood price she had been paid in gold. She would have to answer for this eventually, and she did not intend to shy away when the time came. Yet, it was her problem to figure out, her battle to face. The warnings were clear; Alakar was not a man to be easily dismissed. But fear was not a companion Xena entertained often, and though she knew she should be more cautious, the prospect of a challenge only stirred her warrior's spirit.

There was a brief silence, filled with the murmurs of the Elves and the distant sound of the waterfalls before Elrond spoke again. "You have been candid with us, Xena," he said, his voice steady and contemplative. "And for that, we are grateful. You have journeyed through lands we know only in part, and survived in circumstances that would test the resolve of even the strongest among us. Your knowledge is of great value, yet it also leaves us with more questions than answers. I would urge you to tread carefully with any who serve the Enemy, for their webs are deep, and their reach extends further than you might imagine."

Xena inclined her head in acknowledgment, meeting Elrond's discerning gaze. "I have no intention of repeating my mistakes, Lord Elrond," she assured him. "My path now is clear—to fight against the darkness, not to aid it in any form."

Elrond's expression softened, though his eyes remained thoughtful. "We shall need every ally we can find in the days to come," he said, "and we must learn to understand our foes as well as we understand ourselves."

As the meeting continued, Xena could feel the weight of her words settling over her like a heavy cloak. She had revealed more than she had intended but had kept hidden what she knew must remain secret, at least for now. That was enough. She allowed herself a brief glance toward Legolas, who met her gaze with a small, approving nod. The acknowledgment in his eyes was enough—at least for today.

But in her heart, Xena knew there were still many paths left to walk, many truths yet to be faced. And while the company of Elves offered a respite, she was ever aware of the darkness that lingered on the horizon, a shadow that stretched far beyond the borders of this fair haven.

((Upcoming Chapter Fifty-Four))

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