A Lady's duty - Book One of the Lorien Princess Trilogy (Legolas Love Story/ Lotr)

Authiel is the daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, princess and heir to the throne of Lorien. In order to prove herself to her people and her parents, she goes to Rivendell in order to attend a secret council. But, when her duty and her destiny become entwined, she finds herself in a company of an elf, two men, a dwarf, a wizard and four hobbits. What will happen when she discovers something about herself - a mystery buried in time and darkness - and what will happen when the dark lord learns of her power in this tale? Will she survive?

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9. Chapter Eight - Getting to know you

“We do not know how safe the road will be for you. I fear that the path south is going to be watched for that is the closest that any of the Nazgûl have ever been to Imladris, and all nine were at our borders not that long ago. I am going to send Elrohir and Elladan on the path in a few days to check the path to the gap of Rohan but you should all also train together. Then you will be able to know one another strengths and weaknesses you should be able to protect one another in the inevitable battles that you will fight in together.” Elrond told us as we walked with him down the long corridor with him.

I was stood at the front by his side, my palm upon his. Frodo was beside me. Gandalf and the three hobbits were behind us. Boromir and Gimli were next with Aragorn and Legolas bringing up the rear. Though I was fair away from them, I could hear all the whispered the conversations that the little groups were having.

The taut hobbit was muttering to the one called Pip and he did not seem happy,

“You fool! Do you know what war is like?”

“No, but you don’t either!”

“True but …. but you are still a kid. What would your mum do to me if something happened to you?”

“She wouldn’t care.”

“Yes she would. She would kill me!”

“No she wouldn’t!”

“Yes she would!”

“No she wouldn’t!”

“Yes she would!”

“She really wouldn’t, she is my mum. I know her better than you!”

“Pippin …”

“Yes?”

“Shut up!”

Gimli was murmuring under his breath and Boromir was trying to get involved.

“It can’t be …. She …. She is not her. She cannot be. Father would have told me ….” Gimli said in his gruff voice.

“Who? Who would he have told you about?” Boromir asked.

“I didn’t think she was so …”

“So what? Who is she?”

“She is pretty for an elf …”

“Who?”

I chuckled as my ears picked up a conversation between Gandalf and the kind faced hobbit.

“Gandalf please … please don’t turn me into anything unnatural. I swear I didn’t mean for him to get hurt. It wasn’t my fault he just vanished ….” The hobbit begged.

“Samwise?” Gandalf said.

“Yes? The hobbit, Samwise cried nervously.

“Keep quiet and let me talk. When you were eavesdropping under the window at Bag End I knew you would be a good friend and companion to Frodo. I do not blame you for what happened. You kept him safe, from what Aragorn has told me, for as long as you could. He is safe now and that is all we could have hoped for.”

“So you aren’t going to turn me into anything unnatural?”

“Not at this point!”

But out of all the conversations, it was Aragorn’s and Legolas’ that really grasped me.

“What is she like?” Aragorn asked.

“Llie sint mani hene naa be sui mae sui im!” Legolas replied with a chuckle. 

[You know what she is like as well as I!]

“Avavaen, dan sut hene gwachae na taw?” Aragorn questioned. 

[Yes, but how can she get away with that?]

“Car-llie theng na-utune taw? Ta naa Authiel hene ui sui hene a hene innas!”

[Do you really need to ask that? It is Authiel she has always done as she has wished and she always will!]

“Llie naa fôr, en’ rant. Amman im ruw hene egor llie an-i? Im sint medlin lli!”

[You are right, of course. Why should I doubt her or you for that matter? I know of your relationship!]

“Ind?”

[Meaning?]

“Im sint mani naa bo im llie uin. Llie gar-hene medlin nín cuil desha im sint ir  hene naa n’nirnat. Ausa llie demad taw im llie uin gwa-ir im nae hín!”      

[I know what is going on between you too. I have known her most of my life so I know when she is hiding something. Besides you forget that I caught you too together when I was a boy!]

A grin slipped onto my face and I giggled slightly at Legolas’ reply,

“Avavaen …. taw nae sennui eraid. Aeleth lye de an taw, lye aul llie ar Arwen ae llie ren. Hmmm … im mani hene ada now ae ho os-taw noresh …”   

[Yes …. that was a rather embarrassing moment. Yet we made up for that, we walked on yourself and Arwen if you remember. Hmmm … I wonder what her father would think if we told him about that compromising position …]

                A grin crept across my face as I attempted to stop the laughter from crawling up my throat. I felt someone tug at my dress. I looked down and saw that Frodo was looking up at me,

“What are you laughing at?” He said in a whisper.

“I can  hear all the conversations that they are having, and all of them are rather amusing.”

He grinned at me and replied,

“What are they talking about?”

“Now, now Frodo. It is not polite to pry in other people’s business.”

“Oh ….” He said, sounding disappointed, he added, “I didn’t ever thank you for healing me.”

“You do not need to Frodo. It is my duty to heal those who need healing and you were one of those people.”

“But thank you all the same.”

“You are welcome!”

I could hear Elrond’s soft chuckling from my side and he led us down a path away from the stone corridor. We walked so that we were led right to the edge of the grand waterfall. Elrond turned to face me and placed a kiss tenderly upon my knuckles. Before he had chance to leave, I caught his arm and said in a low voice,

“You miss her, do you not?”

“The pain of knowing that she is not by my side is worse than the pain of longing to be with her.”

I nodded my head, a sad smile filling my face.

“What of you?”

“A day goes not pass that I do not regret what had happened that day. I could have saved them both, yet one died and the other faced a torment worse than death. It is all my fault.”

“Never blame yourself for the task that occurred. You could not stop it.”

“I know that, but that is what makes it worse. For I fear that I could have saved them from their fates.”

“You know that that would not have been possible. The Valar choice that to happen, even if it pains me to say it. If that had not happened, you would not be in line for the throne of all of our kin and you might not have done all the things that make you great.”

“Do you think so?”

“I know so!” He then turned away from me and spoke to the rest of the group, “If you all want to wait here I will organise some food to be sent to you and you can get to know one another here.”

Elrond flashed me a smile one more time and saying,

“I shall send Pelior with the food.”

“Good, I am sure the others would love to meet her!”

He then nodded his head and left us alone.

                The others all bowed as he left whilst I just grinned, flipped my hair and perched myself on the large boulder that was right near the waterfall. Once I was comfortable I looked at our group. Gandalf already had his pipe out and was blowing smoke rings much to Pippin’s joy. Boromir was staring at me in shock, probably thinking about the nerve that I had to not bow to Elrond when he had left. Gimli was grumbling already grumbling. It was something about the fact that there would be no real food there, only leafy green stuff. Frodo and the other hobbits had flopped down in the ground and were talking to each other about the Shire. Aragorn was looking into to space towards a window that led to the room of my dear niece, Arwen Undómiel, and a love sick smile was plastered across his lips. I heard a soft chuckle coming from beside me and I looked over my shoulder to see Legolas had dropped himself down beside me.

“Mani naa ro be?” He asked in a low voice. 

[What is he like?]                            

“Ro naa mi mîm, kel ho na!” I replied, smiling at Aragorn who was looking at us with a raised eyebrow, knowing what we were saying.

[He is in love, leave him be!]

“Car-lye tyar be taw?” He asked, his hand slightly brushing my own.

[Do we act like that?]

I felt my cheeks slightly redden as I replied,

“Mani car-llie talinth?”

[What do you think?]

He raised an eyebrow and grinned at me, whilst I just shook my head.

“What are you talking about?” The taut looking hobbit asked, he was leaning on the bottom of the boulder looking up at us.

“About our families. It has been sometime since I have been able to see any of my Woodland kin and I just wished to catch up!” I quickly lied.

“You know each other?”

“Yes,” Legolas said before I could answer, “We have known each other for a long time.”

“How long?”

“About …” Legolas began.

“There is no need for him to know that!” I said quite forcefully.

“Why can’t I know?”

“Because then you would be able to work out how old I am on an average.”

“Oh …”

I smiled at him and said, “I did not mean to offend you my dear Halfling, and it is just that I do not like people to know how old I am; unless they know me well.”

He grinned at me and said,

“I understand!”

                A bird’s cry filled the air. All eyes shot to the air and I saw Boromir drawing his sword and Gimli raising his axe. All of them were looking rather scared whilst I only felt like laughing. I placed my first finger and my thumb in my mouth, they were looped together obviously. I then let out a high pitched whistle. All eyes looked at me in shock whilst I just grinned at them.

Another cry filled the air and Pelior glided down to the earth on a single flutter of her wings. She dropped the basket beside me and then hopped onto my shoulder.

“Hello Pelior!” I grinned tickling her under her beak.

“This is Pelior?” Boromir demanded putting to the bird on my shoulder.

“Yes, is there a problem?” I replied.

“It’s a bird!”

I widened my eyes and looked at the man from Gondor with shock and my hand slammed over my gapping mouth. Pelior soared from my shoulder, towards Boromir. She was squawking angrily at him. I was just sat there giggling along with the hobbits who were watching the scene unfold.

“What …. What’s it doing? What’s going on?” Boromir asked as he took large steps backwards.

Before I even had the chance to answer, Pelior flew at his face and began pecking him rather hard. I was shaking with laughter and Boromir had fallen to the floor and was drastically trying to cover his face whilst Pelior proceeded to peck any visible skin on his body.

“Authiel!” Legolas said quietly from beside me, “Call her off.”

I looked at him and he just raised his eyebrow at me, telling me to do as he said.

“Fine!” I mumbled.

Straightening my back I called out into the chaos 

“Pelior! Tol-bo kel ho er. Ro pul-n’ tua ho huir, ro nae mi Gondor i mi. Lye pul duil eile!”  

[Pelior! Come on leave him alone. He cannot help his snide comments, he was raised in Gondor by the steward. We can expect nothing else!]

The cries from Boromir died down and Pelior was looking at me in a way which I knew probably meant,

‘Why, he was rude and he deserved it!’

I just shook my head at her and said with a tone of warning in my voice,

“Pelior, tol-sí si!!!”

[Pelior, come here now!!!]

She huffed and stuck out before flying back over to me and sharply peeked my cheek in annoyance. I just tickled her under her beak and spoke in a quiet voice,

“Im sint, im sint im car-n’ be ho quin. Dan ro naa mi i Fellowship en im pul-n’ car-aellnat o-ta!”

[I know, I know I do not like him either. But he is in the Fellowship so I cannot do anything about it!]

She nodded her head and sent a bird glare at the now sniffling man from Gondor. Beside me Legolas was chuckling with laughter. I sharply jabbed him in the ribs to silence him.

“What were you saying?” The taut hobbit asked.

“I was simply telling her off!” I replied.

“Then why was he laughing?”

“Because he is immature. He knows how much I hate telling Pelior off!”

“Oh …”

“That beast should be locked up! It is dangerous!” Boromir growled from where he was sat, which just happened to be behind Gimli.

“Be very careful what you say Boromir, Pelior is easily offended and she will not always listen to me. I would apologise if I were you!”

“Believe me, Pelior is very protective of Authiel and herself. If she thinks someone is offending either of them they are very likely to be injured. Believe me I talk from experience!” Legolas said, softly stroking Pelior’s back.

She let out an agreeing squawk and then affectionately nipped him on the finger.

He grinned at her and then took the basket that she had dropped. Two long blankets were rolled up and sticking out of the end. He threw those over to Aragorn who began laying them out. I smiled as I watched them work. Gandalf, the hobbits and Gimli had all moved out of the way and were letting Aragorn and Boromir lay them out.

“Llie n’ na hain?” I asked Legolas

[Should you not be helping them?]  

“Ron naa lhind. Nín naa na-tíra-thar-i bain rîl!”

[They are fine. Besides, my job is to watch over the fair Princess!]

I could feel myself slightly blushing, so to distract him I playfully shoved him in the shoulder causing him to fall off of the boulder.

A giggle crept up my throat as I saw him staring up at me in complete shock at me actions. I looked at him with a grin and said,

“Heria-llie os-vín partha-? Oh, a man ped-taw sin rîl theng !”

[Have you already  forgotten about our arrangement. Oh, and who says that this Princess needs  protecting!]

He just grinned at me, and he didn’t give me an answer.

                Gracefully, I slid off of the edge of the boulder and grabbed the basket. Slowly, I strode over to the blankets and sat myself down in the middle of the two blankets. After the basket was on the ground. I fished out the plates, dishes and cutlery. Then I placed them in a neat circle of ten. The rest of the fellowship had distributed themselves into each of the seats and Pelior flew off of my shoulder to preserve me a seat between Frodo and Legolas.

Once people were seated, I started to bring the food out. It was an amazing arrangement. There was a large selection of meats from dry roasted pork to tender  smoked salmon. Plenty of fruits and vegetables that were all brightly coloured and I could imagine that they all came from the magnificent gardens of Rivendell. Next, I brought out a large corked vase of ale, a smaller vase of mead and another large vase filled with water. Ten goblets were also in the basket.

Seeing that all the food and drink was laid out, I rose and sat myself in my seat.

Gimli let out a war cry, which startled me quite a bit, and loaded his plate with many thick slices of meat. But before he began to eat, he filled a goblet with some of the frothing ale that was practically overflowing. He brought it up to his lips and drank heavily. The funnies thing was that most of the drink was spilling down his beard and into his lap whilst he noisily gulped it down and a large circle of foam surrounded his mouth. It was a sight that brought back memories of seeing the thirteen Dwarves on the mission to Erebor, the lonely mountain. I giggled slightly at the sight.            

                Whilst I was reminiscing about those days sixty years ago, Legolas had laid food on my plate and I smiled at him. He had placed several different vegetables on the plate along with a few slices of different meat. I grinned at him as I poured some water into my goblet.

“Now then,” I said, after I had had a nice refreshing drink of water, “Elrond sent us here instead of the Great Hall for he wished for us to get to know one another, for we are to be the Fellowship and if we do not trust one another then we will not defend one another in deadly situations. If we start at Frodo and go clockwise from there on. Frodo, if you would!”

The young Halfling stared at me in shock for a moment and then cleared his throat and spoke.

“Well, what can I tell you? My name is Frodo Baggins and I am a Hobbit of the Shire. I am the son of Drogo Baggins and Primula Brandybuck, there died in a boating accident when I was twelve years old and for the past ten years or so I have been living with my Uncle, Bilbo Baggins. Ummm … I do not really know what else I should. I think that is all anyone needs to know about me.”

“Very well. Oh and Frodo, you look much like your Father.”

“You knew him?”

“Yes, I knew Drogo fairly well. You should remember from your youth that I spent a fair amount of time in the Shire.”

“Of course you did. How could I forget.”

I smiled at him and said,

“Let us continue.”

The kind Hobbit opened his mouth and said,

“Hello … name’s Samwise Gamgee though you can call me Sam. I too am from the Shire and a Hobbit at that. I am the  youngest son of Hamfast and Bell Gamgee and I have far too many brothers and sisters for my liking. I’m a gardener by trade and that is what I am for Mr Frodo here, as well as being a close friend. I’m really doing this here mission with the Ring since Mr Gandalf caught me catching some eaves under Mr Frodo’s window and I heard much more than I was meant to; it’s a punishment really but I not letting Mr Frodo go to those dark lands without me by his side.”

I grinned at him and nodded to the next Hobbit, the taut looking one.

“My names Meriadoc Brandybuck but that name is much to long for me so I like to be called Merry. My parents are Saradoc Brandybuck, the Master of Buckland, and Esmeralda Took. Pippin and Frodo are my cousins and I like to think of myself of a protector of some sort. When Bilbo’s grand party was over, it was I who guarded Bag End from the unwanted guests that were trying to see Frodo. I’m fairly organised. Oh and I love boats!”

“Hi, I’m Peregrin Took, better known as Pippin to most, and I too am a Hobbit of the Shire. My parents are Paladin Took II, Thain of the Shire, and Eglantine Banks. I’m the youngest of three sisters and Frodo’s my second cousin, once removed on his mother’s side. Merry’s my proper cousin though. I’m the youngest of the Hobbits!”

Then it was the turn of Gimli who was stuffing his face with a rather large chicken leg. I doubt he even realised that we had settled at him. So Boromir, who was sat next to him, gave him a jab in the ribs with his elbow. He looked up from the piece of meat  he was devouring and let out a large belch.

“Name’s Gimli, son of Glóin and the nephew of Óin, descendant of Durin the Deathless; the Father of the first house of Dwarven people. Once removed cousin of Balin, the Lord of Moria, and Dwalin, his brother. I am a stem of the royal Dwarven line of Erebor. “

“I am Boromir, eldest son of Denethor II, Lord and Steward of Gondor. I am Captain of the White Tower and the most valiant warrior of Gondor, even those in Rohan know of my greatness.  It was I who claimed back Osgiliath, the city nearest to Mordor, when it had been taken by the Orcs. It was practically a single-handed victory, or so my men say. I have devoted my life to leading the people of Gondor into battle against that villain who hides in Mordor!”

I raised my eyes brows at his speech. I know that he was trying to impress us with all that he was saying. But truthfully, it only made me despise him more.

What a pompous brat! He feeds like a leech of the people of Gondor acting as if he was to be the crown Prince of that once mighty city. He even had the nerve to declare openly in front of the whole of the Council that ‘his’ city needed no King. A fool! An utter fool!

“I am Gandalf the Grey, supposedly the wisest of the Maiar, and one of the order of the Istari.”

Typical Gandalf, short but sweet.

“My name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and Gilrean. I was raised here in Rivendell for a time. I am a ranger of the north now. Protector of those who need protecting!”

“Legolas is my name, Legolas Greenleaf. Son of the Elvenking Thranduil of Mirkwood; a Prince of the Woodland realm. Heir to the crown of Mirkwood and a master bowman.”

“Good day. I am Authiel, daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn; Princess of Lothlorien. Student of each of the five wizards and so called Queen of all nature!” I was the last to talk.

                A silence fell onto the group and the only sound was Gimli choking on his food and Pelior softly singing in my ear. We all busied ourselves with the eating of our food and we sat talking to each other.

“Authiel,” Frodo said from beside me.

“Yes?”

“Why weren’t you at Bilbo’s party?”

I smiled at him and said, “I truly wanted to go but with all the dilemmas that have been going on in the past few  months I have barely had anytime to myself. I am terribly sorry, I am sure that it was the best Birthday celebration that has been held since the Old Took’s parties.”

“It was interesting.”

“What did he do?”

“Turned himself invisible at the end of his speech!”

“Of course he did. Only Bilbo Baggins would do that!”

“He caused a bit of an uproar.”

“Of course he did.”

Frodo grinned at the thought of what he Uncle had done whilst I just sat there shaking my head with a smirk on my face.

“Has the Shire changed much since I last visited?”

“No, it is the same as it was and it always will be that way.”

“Of course. I hope it always will be how it is at the moment. So peaceful with such wonderful, quiet hobbits. Yet I fear that this war will affect all places, even somewhere as unknown as the Shire.”

“That couldn’t happen,  could it?”

“War affects all places. If Sauron wishes to take the Shire, he will!”

“I hope that doesn’t happen!”

“As do I!”

                For several hours we sat like that. Getting to know one another talking about the kingdoms that each other comes from. It was not until the sun was beginning to set that we began to understand how late it was getting.

“I think we should …” I began but I was cut off by a bright light as I figure made their way to us. I could see that the others had a hand to their eye line trying to see who it was; but I was just grinning.

“Gentlemen, may I introduce to you my beautiful niece, Arwen Undómiel!” I said standing up and walking over to her.

The bright light died down when I approached her. In front of me was a beautiful elleth. The braids of her dark hair were smooth and flawless, things which no frost dared to touch, just as her white arms and clear face were. Her bright eyes held the light of the stars and were as grey as the cloudless night. I smiled at her and her fair lips gifted me back the smile.

“Auntie, it is good to see you again.”

“As it is to you. Ever you grow to become such a beautiful flower, and ever you grow to be the spitting image of my darling sister!”

“You flatter me too much, Auntie, for none can be as fair as you. Even trees bow in your presences, if I had even the slightest amount of your beauty I would be overjoyed.”

“Now who is the one holding the flattery. Do not doubt yourself my dear child. You are as beautiful as  the night sky and that is all that anyone could hope. Are you not the holder of most hearts here in Rivendell? Are you not classed as the most beautiful maiden above all else in your fair city?”

“I do not believe any such thing. And you know that!”

“You should, for all that I speak is the truth. You know that I am forbidden to lie!”

I smiled and held my arms open for her to step into them. She did so and I laughed slightly as we hugged.

“I have missed you, it does not seem right to not have someone I can talk to in such a manner that I talk to you!” Arwen whispered.

“I have missed you too and I know that there is nothing that I can say that would falter you from the path that you tred on; I have seen your future and it is blessed with the love of one who loves you. You are lucky to have someone who cares for you so!”

“As are you. Do not forget that yourself and the one that you love have been together since the day you first met! If only my lover and I could share such emotions, I would be overjoyed.”

“You know as well as I that you both do. Why else would you give him your Evenstar? That is your most precious belonging, I know that your hearts were meant to be!”

She smiled at me when we pulled apart and we suddenly began to giggle uncontrollably; I have no idea why but we just began to.

“Come, let us take you to the rest of the group.”

                I held out my arm and she took it. We walked towards the rest of the group who were staring at us in amazement, as we continued to quietly giggle.

“Arwen Undómiel, may I introduce to you the Fellowship of the Ring. Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Meriadoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took, Gimli, Boromir, Gandalf, Aragorn and Legolas.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you all. I have come here as a visitor for my Father. He wishes for you to all make your way back to your chambers so that you can be well rested.  At dawn you begin your training!” Arwen explained.

“As he guests, let us do what Lord Elrond wishes,” Gandalf said with a respected smile, “Come everyone let us settle in for the night.”

Arwen bowed her head and smiled at each of us in turn,

“Then I bid you all Goodnight!”

She curtsied to me before confidently striding away.

With a flick of my wrist all the now dirty cutlery was put away and the blankets had rolled themselves back up.

“Pelior!” I called for she was sat on Frodo’s shoulder affectionately nipping his shoulder.

Her head whipped to me and she dipped her head to the side, curious to what I was about to say.

“Teshuel sina ad-na-i an-nin!”

[Take this back to the kitchens for me please!]

She nodded her head, grabbed the basket and flew off into the sky.

A smile filled my face as I watched her go, before I picked up my staff which I had left leaning against boulder.

“Where are you going?” Legolas asked.

“I am going to retire for the evening.”

“Are you?”

“Yes!”

“No you are not!”

“Oh and why is that?”

“Because you need to go for a swim first!”

“What do you …”

Legolas suddenly grabbed my around the waist and through me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing? Put me down. Legolas I am warning you, put me down this instant!” I screamed at him, beating his back and kicking his chest.

He was just sat there laughing at me. The rest of the Fellowship were doing the same as they sat lounging around on the grass or leaning on the rock ledge around us.

“Legolas. I order you to put me down this instant!”

“Authiel, you should know above all of that I do not take orders unless they are from my Father!”

“Legolas I mean it!”

“Do you though? Do you really mean it?”

“Yes. I want you put me down this instant!”

“If you are sure …”

“Which I am!”

“Then I will do as you wish!”

                Suddenly, I was out of his arms. But instead of being dropped to the ground I was thrown into the lake that surrounded the waterfall. I scream slipped out of my mouth and I paddled where I was floating. Pushing myself closer to the higher ground I was cursing under my breath; something which I should not be doing.

“Legolas Greenleaf. You foul, repulsive excuse for an Elf. Get me out of this water this instant. I mean it!”

The rest of the Fellowship grew silent as they watched the anger that consumed me. Even Legolas was looking slightly fearful. The water around me began to bubble around me as I tried to control my anger as I had to do some many times. Finally, I slipped all my anger into the water and with a flick of my wrist the bubbling water turned into a powerful wave and fell onto Legolas. The young Princeling was completely drenched in water and just stared at me in shock.

“Im llie!” I growled.

 [I warned you!]

                Concentrating my energy on the water, it parted around me and I was able to walk across the riverbed whilst the water that was on me dried instantly. Aragorn was waiting for me at the side of the river. He held out his hand, which I took, and I was pulled onto the bank once more.

“She did warn you!” Aragorn stated as he looked over at Legolas who was soaked to the bone.

“I know …” Legolas sighed.

“As I said before. I am going to retire before anymore incidents occur.”

“I am sorry.”

“You acted stupid and reckless. I do not even know how I will be able to trust you on this journey.”

“Auth …”

“Do not ‘Auth’ me!”

“Auth, I truly am sorry. I forgot for a moment. I forgot how angry you get even though you destroyed him. I forgot how it changed you.”

“How could you forget that?”

“It was a spur of the moment action. I am sorry and I understand if you hate me; I really do.”

A sigh slipped from my mouth,

“How can I hate you?”

“Then do you forgive me?”

I began to walk away and looked at him from over my shoulder,

“Yes. I accept your apology!”

“Thank you!”

“Goodnight!”

I then walked away and just before I stepped through the door that led to my room, my elven ears picked up something,

“What was that about?” Pippin asked.

“She will tell you when she is ready!” Aragorn sighed.

A smile slipped onto my face, a sad smile, and a tired sigh slipped from my lips.

If I ever am ready!

“San!”

[Till then!]

 

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This is really just a filler chapter that introduced the Fellowship and some of their past. I hope you like it. Oh and don't forget to READ, VOTE and COMMENT!!!

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